Rising Sun

Chapter 1 – Cars

Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry

- William Blake

I had not known much peace during my existence; peace didn't come to those who didn't sleep. But in the early morning light even I could believe that I was able to sleep and in that have that peace. I could close my lids and deeply breathe in and pretend in my mind eyes that I was dreaming.

I would be dreaming of her of course. And in my dreams I was no long a vampire but a regular boy who could love this girl. I could touch her without the fear of breaking her and make love to her without the fear of killing her. I could bury myself in her body and never emerge.

Reality was not a dream. I couldn't do these things. It was no use to dream of things that cannot be.

But in the small light of morning I could believe I was a human, especially with her curled up against me. She was dreaming, her mind silent as ever. In times like this I was almost thankful for her mind's donjon. It allowed me to have the first tranquility away from others mind and their busy thought. As much as it frustrated to not hear her (the only mind that I would want to hear) I also love the serenity that she gave me.

My angle.

I held her close and brushed my lips across her forehead, feeling the electricity run through me. Would I never sis to feel it?

A vibration under the pillow stopped my thoughts, as I reached for it. Her hand moved, lying on my arm as if to tell me to ignore it. And I would love to, but I was waiting for something to be delivered. I have been waiting this arrival, since she agreed to allow me to replace her truck once it officially died and gone to car heaven. Thank God that it finally wheezed its last exhausted fumes couple of days afterwards.

I looked at the fingers as they lay gentle on my skin, the one caring the ring. I smiled, in a couple of weeks she would be mind by law and God. The first thing right I have done in a century of wrongs.

It was the one condition that I could live with if I was going to be the one who was going to change her. The marriage was important to me mostly because I was old fashion. I had watched in horror as the sexual revolution had come and gone, and was glad for the first time I wasn't human. Call it my Edwardian up bring but to me sex was more than an act between two people – it was an undying commandment between those people.

And even though Bella saw herself committed to me forever, the marriage would be my justification in doing the one thing I wanted in the whole world and the one thing I despised. She thought I was against changing her because I would lose the novelty of her human form, but the truth is I hunger for her to become like me. It was I love her to much for my self desires to control me.

She would join me.

But to always have her by my side, never to lose her to death, to be able to touch her without restrains, to finally kiss her wholly without a thought of being gentle was the most selfish thing I will ever do.

But I had agreed to the terms.

My family had just dropped Bella off at her home after the whole Italy incident; Carlisle had pulled me into the woods for a little man to man chat.

Actually for the first time since he has changed me, he yelled at me. I somehow found the end of his endless patience.

"Do you realize what the hell you just did, Edward!? That for the last couple of months I had to put up with Esme, Jasper, Alice and Emmett mopping. Of you deciding to disappear without even telling anyone, Esme worrying, and the only way I knew what you were up to was Alice. How could you do this? Edward what the hell, were you thinking. You know these rules better than anyone else – you know that her knowledge of our world is punishable by death. What do you think would have happened if it was for the friendship between Aros and me? I will tell you – they would have hunted her, her family and us down and killed us. Her for knowing and for us allowing her to know."

"I didn't think"

"I am starting to realize that. Edward you have to start to take some responsibility for.."

"I have been trying to…"

"No you haven't, you ran away. And thank god she loves you in all your foolishness because she was willing to put herself and the people around her in mortal danger to rescue you,"

"I can't change her Carlisle I can't live with myself if I did, knowing I was the one who took the life."

"Edward, love isn't a smooth thing, look at Esme and I, or Rosaline and Emmett or Jasper and Alice, none of us had it easy. It scarier but you have to stop this running away or one day you are going to turn around and realize that she isn't chasing you. And you only have a year to turn her."

"Huh…"

"Find a term you can live with or so help me I will be the one turning her. Not that I think that she would be too apposed."

I found the phone under her pillow and opened it. Jasper had text me that the thing I was waiting on was here. I smiled – another thing I was able to seduce her into.

As much as I hated leaving her, knowing I still had a couple of hours before Charlie woke up. I was excited about the gift.

I untwisted from her, hating the coldness that was coming between us. Finding my shirt on her floor, I picked it up and put on. I turned back to the bed to be meet by a set of beautiful brown eyes.

"Did I wake you," I said leaning down to smooth a curl from her face so I could see all of her face. She smiled and for the existence of me I would never get over the feeling of her smile.

"I was having a good dream," she whispered. Her eyes fluttering open and closed.

"What was it about," not waiting to give a moment up of this time. Jasper could wait – he would understand. He had been late to meetings before because of Alice.

"You and me, in our meadow," she whispered and even in her sleepiness her cheeks flared with color. I could only guess where the dream was leading. I smiled and made a mental note that when she was less breakable, to take her to our meadow. What she didn't know was that I had purchased that meadow for her as a first anniversary present. I was getting a head of myself but I wanted her to always remember that place. And I wanted it to stay as pristine as the first day I brought her there. I had seen progress move forward, swallowing up all in its path, our meadow was going to stay the same for eternity, just like her and I.

I brushed my hands across her face allowing the contexture of her skin to imprint in my memory. "Go back to sleep, love. Dawns light hasn't break yet and you need your sleep. I will be back in the morning to pick you up."

I leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. She moved hers with mine sluggishly, still sleeping. She closed her eyes and settled into the sleep, a smile on her lips.

I walked to her desk and took out a sheet of paper. This was a little tradition that I had started after I came home from Italy, leaving her little notes when I left her in the morning.

Dream of me as I breathe of you.

I folded it up as wrote on the top of the paper… The future Mrs. Edward Anthony Meson Cullen. I had spotted a couple of red tulips growing outside on the edge of her property. I quickly flew over there, choosing one of the larger ones and went back into her house. I had once explained to her that flowers had different meanings during my time and that during courtship flowers were exchanged to tell your attend different thing – I had chosen red tulips because they meant true love.

The trip home only took a couple of moments. I had run this path almost every morning for a little more than a year and my smells severed as a link between her house and mine. The autumn winds were starting to change things and in another couple of months the ground and trees would be bearded. All around me change happens as I stay the same. I don't remember how many springs turn into summer in my existences, but it always was sad to watch. Just serves as another reminder that I will be forever unchanged.

The forest opened into the back part of the lawn and I could see Jasper crossing the grounds towards the barn which served as our garage. He was wearing a pair of torn jeans, a Lynard Skynard T-shirt and no shoes. His new Apple Air was tucked into his arms. Alice must have been too busy with the wedding, because I noticed the Jazz getting away with his favorite look a lot more. Down deep he was still a good ole' boy from Texas, a hundred year hadn't change that.

Any other time, Jasper would have been dress more for a walk down New York's fashion week than hanging out at home. Poor guy, I knew he put up with a lot with Alice.

He nodded at me as we made our way into the barn.

When Jasper first joined us, he seemed lost. Not sure what to do with his time. I had offered to teach him the guitar to help him adjust, which he did take me up on. After breaking the guitar a couple of times, he learned the control he needed to handle the instrument and to our utter shock, the guy could also sing. But he didn't find his thing until the dawn of the computer age.

Emmett had bought himself a robot in the early seventies and couldn't figure out how to put it together. Jasper decided out of shear boredom to look at it and the rest was history. Who knew that the Southern Rebel was a computer genius in disguise?

Every once in awhile you hear about this virus that does strange thing to the computer of some powerful company or university and rest a sure it is a very bored vampire with too much on times on his hands. The best one was by far was the dancing baby of the late 90s. The virus was so popular that it had a recurring guess roll on Alley McBeal. Jasper had been pissed that they gave the credit to another.

"You're loving this aren't you," I said to Jasper as we entered the garage.

"No, I want this thing over with. Between you, her and Bella I have been nothing but an emotional bomb ready to go off any minute now. Do you know I am starting to care about the difference between violet and lavender and I am color blind?"

I stopped dead. "Vampires can be color blind?"

"I was in human life."

I complete forgot that. He had gained the ability to see colors when crossed over and became a vampire; we think. He still was having trouble telling the difference between colors at time. Carlisle thinks it because he spent his human life and part of his vampire life not having to worry about the color.

"So why are you putting up with it."

"Ask me that question again after fifty years of marriage."

We entered the garage by now. I was used to these one way conversations and didn't bother me. Emmett yes, me no. I felt more natural talking to people like this, except Bella. There is one thing I will never be able to share with her - her mind was like the ultimate Christmas present. I could keep unwrapping it and never get to the core of it; just little surprise discoveries.

"It looks like Carlisle's car," Jasper said out loud. Carlisle's Mercedes was part of C class, a kind of run of the mill if you ask me, but he didn't want anything to noticeable. Most people in Forks drove American made trucks. He preferred German engineering over American. The only Americans we had in this garage were Em's Jeep and Jasper's Harley Street Bob, Nightster, and his newest purchase a XR1200. Jasper wasn't the car-worshipper that Rosalie, I and now Alice were. He could drive, somewhat, but he prefer motorcycles.

"It's suppose to, what type of safety car this baby would be if it didn't blend in." Rosalie said scooting out from under the car. "We made it took look like any other Mercedes.

The Mercedes Guardian – the most indestructible car in existence today. Rosalie's pet project for the last two years had finally been born into a reality. Under Rosalie perfect socialite exterior lived a grease monkey who preferred the smell of fine motor oil to the sweat scent of French Perfumes. Makes me kind of wonder what Bella would be into after all was said and done. I shook my head. I hated the fact that I was becoming more at easy with her becoming a vampire in my mind. I shouldn't be thinking like that.

"Heat resistance paint in mocha black metallic," Rosalie said tapping on the cars shinny black exterior. "We took a couple of fire torches to it, not one chip."

It just looks black to me, Jazz thought.

"Four thousand ponds of body armor, it would stop a tank dead in it tracks or Emmett," Rosalie continued like a mother bragging about her child.

"Because we know how much of problem tanks are in this town," Emmett laugh. He was sitting on one of Rose work tables playing with one of favorite tools. Wonder how long that was going to last. Rose tools were like my piano, nobody touched them. Emmett had been Rose test subject when developing the body armor for this car. If he couldn't dent it going at high speeds is when she approved of the chemical compound of the body armor. It was fun watch Emmett try to ripe this one apart after he couldn't break through it; another thing that had beaten Emmett, a sheet of highly treated metal.

"Knowing Bella, she would be the first person to be run over by a tank in this town since, when Emmett," Jasper laughed. I just rolled my eyes used to their constants jokes about Bella bad luck streak. It was now their favorite thing to bet on. I wasn't worried about the tanks; I was worried about the damn logging trucks that think Forks speed limit was the same as the opened highways. Plus Bella wasn't a good driver, she even scared me.

"Well according to the local farmer's almanac, since the dawn of time."

Rosalie ignored them; she was too busy showing off her baby. "Missile proof glass," she tapped the glass.

"What ever happened to bullet proof," Emmett said.

"Get with the times, Em. Everything is bullet proof nowadays," Jasper said.

"It has a GPS Global tracking, an mp3 player that can hold over 600 hours of music, wireless hookup, can reach speeds of 200 mph and has extra cup holders,"

"Because we all know how important extra cup holders are," Jasper said. Why did they have to be here?

"So why am I allowing this human to drive it," she asked. Bella has advanced from the thing to the human, which was a mark up in Rose book. Emmett had told me to give it some time; it took almost a decade or two for her to warm up to Alice. Plus Alice wasn't making the one choice in Rose book was insulting - becoming one of us. The rest of the family couldn't wait, but she thought that Bella was throwing her life away.

"Because the true test of it indestructibility is if it can survive Bella bad luck," Em laugh.

Rose tossed me the keys. "One scratch and she is going to wish she could die." I knew Rose didn't mean it. She was the one who offered it to me when she found out I was in the mark for a "safe" before car. I had already picked out Bella's after car; one that she is probably going to kill me on; it was fast, foreign, expensive and bright red.

"Let's take a look at this baby," said Jasper as he opened the door to sit in the front seat. "It took only a couple of minuets for Jasper to get into the inner workings of the car. "Wow, talk about some nice firewalls you have there Rose." Jasper might not be impressed with an expensive car, but you can really blow his mind with the right type of computer firewall.

He started to down load the music into the mp3 player while checking out what else this car had to internal offer. Most of the music had come off her Ipod, one of my engagement presents from me when she had lifted the ban on gift giving. It was something she was interesting in, the type of music I liked, so I got her the new Ipod Touch with half of my music collection down loaded into it. They were personal favorites, songs that remind me of her or pieces that I have wrote and recorded. I was glad she seemed to have the broad taste in music that I had because most of our "dates" had center around music.

She had given me a Kindle – a type of wireless library where she downloaded the books and poems that she liked. It had been one of my favorite gifts along with the eternity watch that I wore.

"Does Bella know that you are putting a tracking device on this car," Jasper asked one the music had been down loaded.

"Yes, I already talked it over with her, she understands," I said remembering the conversation. She had not been pleased with the idea, but I told her it was for my piece of mind. She had laid down a condition and I now had the same tracking device on my phone. She didn't like double standards.

"Not saying that I don't understand why you're doing this, Edward, just think it is a little strange," Jasper thought. We were way past strange in this relationship; and if it was anyone else but Bella I wouldn't have been too worry, but she attracts damager. She is the only person I knows that has fallen in love and tried to seduce a vampire, and became friends with a pack of werewolves.

"Does this worrying end once she is vampire," I asked Jasper.

Jasper looked at me and rolled his eyes. He took out his Blackberry and showed me a little dot that was pacing on a map of our house.

Ask me that one in fifty years too.

It was about seven when I pulled up to her house to pick her up for her last day at work. She wanted to give the Newtons two weeks noticed before she quiet her job, why I don't know. It wasn't if she will be working again, like most mortals. She asked me what she was going to do with all of her free time and I told her she would find something.

Her father was out on the porch drinking coffee when I pulled up. Great it's him. Well at least I graduated from the ass. Holy shit is that the car!

I had told Charlie about the car I wanted to get her. Well not get her. The official story was that my father's best friend was a car designer and he had offered the car to Bella as a loaner until we could get her another car; a pre-wedding present to help her out. It was kind of true.

I had been very shocked when the next day Bella truck finally whined its last whizzed and now was more of a lawn ordainment than anything else. Thankfully Jacob had thought of disappearing and Rosaline wouldn't touch something like that. She had been willing to put the air bags after Em and I had followed her around the house pleading. Em had a soft spot for Bella.

So the truck was official pronounced dead and for the last couple of days I have been playing chauffer to Bella while waiting for her car to arrive.

I had my theory about the whole death of the truck – but Charlie was about as quiet in the mind as Bella was. And if he did murder the truck, than he had my eternal gratitude for it and I would hold that secret.

"Bella, he is here," Charlie shouted. Ever since Renee had sided with me on this whole marriage issue, he refused call me by name. I was he, your fiancé, it or the thing. I swear he knows what I am going to be doing to his daughter, even though Carlisle has rest assure me it has nothing to do with me being a vampire and every thing to do with me being the boy who was taken his little girl away.

Bella came flying out of her house in her less than graceful meaner, her hair was wet and messily, pushed back into some sort of weird bun thing. She must have over slept her alarm – again. I smiled and she stopped dead. Like a dear in headlights and groaned.

Charlie got up from the porch and walked around the car. "I guess it will do, right Bells."

Will do? This thing was safer than that rusty tin coffin that you gave her. The truck didn't even have proper seat belts and no air bag.

"Thank you, I think," she said when she covered from her shocked. Most girls would be ecstatic about the prospect of getting an expensive car from their fiancé, Bella on the other hand.

"Don't you think it's a little to flash for around here, I thought we agreed on a "sensible" car?"

Charlie was still admiring the car to pay any attention to it. Wonder how much horse power is behind this baby. Probably eats gas, but man it good looking.

"Trust me it is sensible," I said opened the door for her. She glared at me and slid into the driver seat. I smiled at Charlie and got into the passenger side.

"This isn't what I meant by sensible," she grumbled. I smiled, one day she is going to realize I like to spoil her and she is just going to get use to it. I leaned over, whispering in her ears, allowing my breath to tickle her.

"You look very sexy in it," I said. Her cheeks turned red and her heart started to race. "Very Sexy. I never got my good morning kiss," I said.

"Charlie still around," she said, trying to catch her breath. She was modest for the most part, which I liked. Not shy behind closed door either, which was perfect for me. I didn't want the rest of the world to see what I got to. While at school I was very affectionate, staking my claim for the world to know, and to scare those who would try to infringe on my claim. I love her and she was mine. Mine alone.

I laugh. "One side tint glass, you can see out, but nobody could see in." I said taping the glass. I lean over and kissed her right in front of Charlie and Charlie wasn't any wiser. I am not sure I like that I can't see in. "Sound proof too."

I pulled away, only because I knew Bella had to drive and sometime it took her a couple of minutes or hours to recover from my kissing. If I was driving; I wouldn't care that she was dazzled but I rather not her drive without her full sense.

Our venom was one of the strangest pheromone on earth. Deadly to those of our world (werewolves, shape shifters and others) but for a human it could mean the difference between life and existence. It had an amazing ability to heal (or set into stone). The smell emitted off was seducing to humans too. Bella accuse me of dazzling her more than once, but the fact was it was my venom that caused all those strange reactions to her body. And like humans, our venom was different on each vampire. We stake claims over territories and mates that way.

She buckled her seat belt and started to pull out of the drive way.

Tanks, missiles and Em, I knew the car can handle. Her ability to attract all that is dangerous. Not to sure.

"This car isn't cost you a cent?"

"Nope, Rosaline was one of the designer behind it and wanted to do a test run," I said as fidget with the radio. "Jasper added your play list here and a couple of other things. It has a GPS, an itinerary. Sorry Alice insisted on that feature. Plus a hands free phone that all you have to do is connect yours into."

All of sudden the dancing baby appeared on the screen with the music of the Stones Let's Spend the Night Together. "Jazz has a weird sense of humor." I said as Bella started to laugh. What can I say, he might be shy and quiet at times but Jasper always lets himself be known.

"So do I dear ask how much this cost?"

"Why? Do you like it," I said.

"It does drive better than my truck and I could get used to the tinted windows." I might have finally got through to her.

"How much did your father pay for your truck?"

"About $200. why"

"Well if he would have bought you the same truck every day of the year since you were born for this."

We stopped at stoplight and she put her head down on the staring wheel and groaned. I will never understand her fixation with people wanting to spoil her. Her mother wasn't in my book of people I like – mostly having to do with how Bella was raised. When I first meet Bella she had this thin jacket. Bella on average probably weights about little over 110 pounds – and she has very little fat on her. So this thin jacket was suppose to keep this 110 pound girl warm during what is known as the coldest wettest place in the continental United States. Point one off. The second thing was the fact that Bella mom grew up here and knew the weather. Point two off. And the third point had been the first time I had met her. Her mother came flying through the hospital with hair extensions, perfectly manicure nails and designer clothing and bag (not what Alice wears but stuff that does cost a good amount). She couldn't buy her daughter a half way decent jacket but she could spend money on herself?

It was a problem that for the last year I have been slowly correcting. Slowly but surely her Wal-Mart brand jeans and pants have been replaced by designer jeans (Alice had to take the tags off first). We hid two jackets in her closet. She is still trying to figure out when she bought them. And other pieces of knock off clothing had gone missing and been replaced by the real things. She thought she was finally filling out her clothing, but in fact her clothing just fits her better.

That didn't include the clothing in 'our closet' and 'our room' at the house.

"Did I mention that you look sexy behind the wheel?"

We had finally pulled into the parking lot of Newton Sportswear. The parking lot was empty – the Newton's were going to be here for another half an hour.

"You could have gotten me something less expensive, Edward."

I turned off the music, ready for another one of our discussions. As much as we talked and got things off our chest during last couple of weeks, there was one thing that needed to be discuss and I guessed it was here and now.

"It has nothing to do with the money. I am not trying to buy your affections; I am not trying to show people that I deserved to be by your side or trying to stake my claim on you through things. Do you need six hundred thousand dollar car, no. Nobody does – but you deserve it."

"Bella I had watched you do without things, not have enough and make excuses to why you don't have these things."

She opened her mouth and I pressed my finger against her lips. It was our way of telling the other that this was our time to have the floor. Something we both respected. You need to hear this love. "You know your parents aren't you're my favorite people in the world, especially your mother."

Her eyes were string with tears, but I needed to press on. I hate doing this to her but at the same time we had learn that bottling up our thoughts and trying to please the other person doesn't work either.

"She sent you to Forks with a jacket that couldn't keep a 300 pound man warm, let alone you. She lived here, for God sakes; she should know what the weather was like. And it doesn't help my presentation that Charlie didn't fix the situations.

"Bella I have sat here and listen to you make excuses on why she didn't get you things, and than see her run around spending more money on herself, Phil and her house than you, it hurts me. She made you believe that you aren't worthy to be treated special and you are probably the most worthy person I know."

Confession time, Alice was probably going to kill me, but Bella needed to understand this. "I love you, more than I can even being to fathom. I am the one who bought you those two jackets, including the one you are wearing. Alice has been replacing your wardrobe with better made clothing. And love, right now you are sitting in a hundred dollar pair of panties and bra from Victoria Secrets, a pair of two hundred dollar jeans from New Religion and a hundred and fifty dollar pair of Nike shoes. The clothes not only fit you well but they keep you warm and dry. And you haven't complain about your feet hurting either"

"I am sorry if you are anger with me, but Alice is in agreement. Love you deserved to be treated special. The times I take you out for fancy meals, to different events and music concerts, I am not doing it for me. I want you to feel special, to feel warm, love and safe and happy. I want you to one day wake up and realize how beautiful and sexy you really are, and feel it."

I took a deep breath in and looked at her again. She was silently crying. Great I had made her miserable.

"Thank you." She whispered between the tears.

I took her face between my hands, softly cresting it, and feeling the electricity shoot through me. "You're very welcome."

She smiled and I realized I had finally gotten through to her. That she finally realizing what she makes me feel and how truly beautiful she is. How much I cherish her beyond anything else.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled. "So we are alone in this parking lot..."

"For the next ten minutes." She looked at me and smirked. I knew where this was leading. We had this game we played, mostly at my house, but sometimes at hers, when we sure that Charlie wasn't going to be home. It really was childish, because she would never win but I still liked playing it.

The game was this. She tried to get out of her buckle and out the door before I got to her door to let her out. She never won. And today wasn't going to be an exception. I had her flying through the air in a mater of seconds, laughing as I slammed into the side of the car. She was press hard against me, her face buried in my chest as she laughed. Her laughing causing my chest to vibrate and I could feel the warmth off of her. I love her laughter; it was the single most joyous sound of my life – second being her heart beat.

She was laughing hard now. It never sis to amazed me what most people would be utterly scary out of their wits by this, she found fun. She loved to run with me when I was being myself in the forest. She loved how high I could climb and the world that I could show her. Even though some of our dates were to concerts and shows, the other dates were to the great out doors where I can be free. I loved that I could be a vampire around her and she encouraged it.

"You know you only have a couple of weeks before I will have a better chance to win," she said as tried to control her laughter.

I smiled down, pushing the curls away from her face. At times like this we weren't human and vampire. But man and women, two equal halves of a whole. The ying and yang of the world. She made me human and for her I would be human.

"No I will be always faster than you, I just might not be able swing you about as easy as I could. By the way you still owe me that good morning kiss."

"I do, don't I," she whispered and stretch her toes to meet my lips and her hands around my neck. I grabbed her around the butt and pushed her upward on my chest so I could have full excess to her lips.

The first taste of her lips had been the most in creditable thing I have ever tasted. I thought it could be better than that, than I kissed her for the second time, and it was better than I could imagine. And last night kiss I thought was the best. But right now this one had to be the best. Her lips brushed against mine and it never sis to amaze me how open and willing she was to have her body pressed up against me and her lips on mine. I could feel her tongue touch my lips.

I had explained her once that our tongues were coated with the venom, so I would have to wait until she was one of us before I would be able to really kiss her. But she was free to do what she wanted with her tongue, as long as I stayed in control.

Ew…get a room. I bet Bella would be willing to open her legs for any rich guy. I bet he isn't her first either. You know what they say about those city girls.

Newton was really pressing his luck to day; he better be glad that I was in a good mood right now and could care less what some insignificant human male was thinking. So I did the mature thing.

I squeezed her but with one hand and shot him the birdie with the other.

Asshole.

Mike stomped away; I bet that just made his day. "Mike's getting on your nerves again, isn't he?"

I forgot how well Bella knew me.

"Are you sure I can't kill him, nobody would know."

She shook her head. I could here Esme Lexus USV come rolling in the parking lot. Em, Carlisle, Jasper, and I were driving to Seattle for the final fitting on our tux. They were picking me up from Newtons.

"I got to go," she said, but her voice wasn't convincing. It's not like they could fire her, but she wasn't one to skip out either. There were a couple of times I had convinced her to skip school on sunny days – mostly with the promise of a trip to our meadow. But for the most part if it was longer than a day, she would go to school.

I looked her in the eyes, "I'll see you tonight, love."

She gave me a quick peak on the lips. "I'll be waiting for you." I reached inside the car to turn off the ignition. Mike was waiting for her at the door.

"Bella, here these are yours. Enjoy the car." I said tossing the keys more at Mike than Bella. Mike instantly reached out and grabbed them.

Is that the Mercedes Guardian – that car cost about what $400,000. Where in the hell did he buy that from? Is his family like some sort of Middle East terrorist group or a drug dealer? Rich Freak.

Yah, I was one. But I couldn't care less. Bella loved me freak in all.

"Hey Bella, watch out for tanks," yelled Emmett across the parking lot.

Rich freak with a even stranger family. Run Bella they only get worse once you joined.

******************************************Author Note**************************************************************

Just a couple of things - I forgot to say this and I am well aware that most of you should know it. But for legal purpose. I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse or Break Dawn nor any of the characters that are associated with it. So no suing because I am worth a car, a surf board two computers and a very lazy dog.

There is an actual Mercedes Guardian, Stephenie did not make it up. Thanks to Tony at my local Mercedes dealership, who was welling to tell me about it. The cost begins about $400,000 and can go up to half a million depending on what you want in that car. It did have all the features that Jazz and Em were cracking jokes about.

Rose's involvement with the Mercedes Guardian has a lot to do with my uncle involvement with the Ford company. Automotive companies do hire outside consultants and developers for key projects and I wanted to show a little more personal side of the Cullen's life. They have been around for centuries, so that have dabbled in their area of interest more than once. No Rose is not the actual creator of the Guardian, I don't know who is, but for my story she is.

We really don't see much of Jasper personal side because all four books are either told through Bella perspective or Jacob's perspective. I did notice in 'Midnight Sun' (to read it go to ) that Jasper has more of a rounded personality, because he interacts more with Edward. Jasper is more quiet, stays in himself and is somewhat of a technology geek. I am very sensitive to other people's energy (emotions) than most people so I have a tendency to stay away from overly emotional people. With that, I wrote Jasper such as that. But along with it, he has a good sense of human, really loyal and Edward and him have had their share of problems.

And last, there will be a lot of reference to two other stories I am working on called 'The vampire in Me' and 'The Human in Me', both take place after the events of Eclipse and before Breaking Dawn. In the 'The Vampire in Me', Bella and Edward work through a lot of issues and Bella learns alot more about being a vampire. In 'the Human in Me', Bella and Edward take a trip back to Chicago, where both Edward and Bella learn about Edward's human life.

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