I sped down the gravel paved drive way up to his house. It was white, big and elegant. A house straight from the worn pages of a story book. Maybe they were living in a fairy tale now, but I was going to shake that up. I don't really want to screw everyone over; I'm fine not knowing who my father is. Aro's a father enough for me, he helped me so much. But, he could be so annoying, he made me come here. It might have taken six years, but he did it. And now, here I am, offering myself up as a sacrifice. I really don't think he'll want anything to do with me. Jane said he was so possessive and probably only wanted that Becca girl for a trophy wife. Maybe, possible. Could be. They also said he had a very loyal family- a very large group of vampires that would side against him no matter what. Aro told me about their strange diet- animal blood. I caught my reflection in the mirror- my vivid red eyes staring back at me. I remember trying animal blood- it was disgusting. Comparing the two bloods was like water or the finest cognac. No competition. I thought that sure- it was wrong to kill people, but humans weren't exactly the greatest. They were rapists, murderers and thieves themselves. I don't sit around on a throne, but humans really aren't that smart. I think I'll give them my cure to cancer, or maybe a hint. They need it. I pulled into their driveway, checked myself in the mirror. I was wearing dark black skinny jeans, red kicks and a red halter. I got out swiftly and closed the door behind me. I put my leopard print sunglasses on and walked to the door and knocked.

A man with blond hair and pale skin stood in the doorway.

I flashed him a quick smile. "Carlisle Cullen, so nice to finally meet you." I knew a bit about the Cullens, Carlisle particularly. Aro told me about the level of self control he had, I heard he even worked in a hospital now. I also heard that he was on this strange diet- as were all the Cullens. His strange gold eyes told me that much.

"Who are you?" he said sharply, his eyes giving me an once-over. I smiled. So blunt. He obviously had no time for pleasantries.

I laughed at his impatience; you'd think that being almost four decades old would have taught him some manners. "So forward. I'm Poison Valienté." I stuck out my hand for him to shake. He eyed it suspiciously. "Don't worry. It won't hurt. I promise." I added lightly. He hesitantly took my hand. And shook it, but let go very quickly.

"Very nice to meet you, but why are you here?"

"I'm looking for someone, I'm quite sure you know him."

Carlisle arched his perfect blond eyebrow. "Really? Who might this be?"

I leaned forward, "An Edward Cullen." I said ominously. He looked at me with surprised eyes. He straightened up stiffly.

"I don't know who-"He started. I gave him a scolding look. Lying now, was he? Was this really the polite, hospitable Carlisle that Aro described?

"Don't worry- I'm not with the Volturi, or anything. Not officially, anyway." I said. Well, I wasn't lying. Sure I'd helped out the Volturi now and again, but I wasn't in their number. Aro was a father figure to me, not a master.

"And if I do know him?"

I let out a sigh. "Shall we discuss my motives for being here inside? I'm not going to hurt anyone in your coven." He hesitated for a moment, and then moved aside so I could step in. Their house was spacious- though a far cry from my home. It was nice- but not my style. I lowered myself onto their leather couch and Carlisle began talking.

"Why do you need to see him?" he asked suspiciously. I rolled my eyes. Apparently, he still thought I was going to harm him. Ah, old vampires. They'd seen so much they stopped trusted anything that they couldn't explain or didn't want to see. I really hoping that I didn't go down that way- I was still young, only 112.

"Let's just say that he owes me a helluva lotta child support. 112 years of it actually."