AN: Hey! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Its longer than the others by just a little. So here it is. I want to say thank you to everyone who has been reviewing! Thank you so much. It really does help me get the chapters done faster. I feel so motivated by all of your kind words. I hope to keep seeing them coming in! If you read the story PLEASE review, i really do love and appreciate comments.

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Chapter 2

Silence filled the room after the activities below them ceased. Soft footsteps were heard moving towards the control room, as the stopped, the door slid open. A sixteen year old girl stood there that looked familiar to them. She had long brown hair with white bangs, the brown pulled back into a ponytail. Her red on black eyes were not hidden and seemed to be glowing in the shadow. Desiree had grown taller, obviously with age, but she was still only 5'2. She was slender and fit for someone her age, that didn't surprise the Cullen family that had once protected the same girl as a child, it was that she no longer seemed to smile. It was how they had remembered her, always moving around laughing and smiling constantly, but now she seemed so serious.

Nessie smiled and moved towards the teenager, who she had scene pictures of only a few times over the years, but also heard stories about. "Hi!" She greeted her. "I'm Renesmee Cullen, you're Desiree Lebeau right? You lived with the family for awhile. Its great to finally meet you." Nessie smiled and went to hug her, as a friendly gesture, only for Desiree to shove her away.

"Hey!" Jacob growled moving forward, only for James to step in his way, growling very animalistic. His dark eyes looked straight at Jacobs, though not even remotely close to the shape shifters size, James had a very threatening look about him in that moment. "Don't you put your hands on Nessie again."

"Well tell her t' keep her hands off of meh" Desiree snapped, she glared over at Nessie. "ah don't know ya, ah don' want ya near meh," the southern girl glanced at the other, not able to meet most of their eyes. "Ah'm here, so can ah leave now, obviously this wasn' nuttin important." Desiree said rolling her eyes, she watched Nessie move to her spot just behind Edward, and beside Jacob.

Emma let out a sigh and held the bridge of her nose. She knew she should have seen that coming, after all through the years Desiree had become a very distrusting individual. It had been hard for the southern girl to just get through public school due to her appearance. But as she got older, things only got worse. It had gotten to the point where now she spent more time learning to defend herself and training with Logan, than being with friends other than James and Izzy. "Apologize Desiree, these are guests in our home…"

"Dis is not meh home." she snapped glaring at the blond woman.

"Well it is for the time being so get used to it. If your not careful I will see to it that you will have punishment for this attitude. I know very well that your parents taught you respect for adults. If It comes down to it, I will simply remove you from Logan's training sessions and you can spend your time other ways."

Desiree crossed her arms stubbornly, and Logan shook his head. "Kid, apologize." he said, as she looked at him the girl let out a sigh and glanced over at the family before her. She eyed each one of them, remembering them from as a child, but these three new ones, especially the boy she had no idea of who they were, other than the one who had introduced herself as Renesmee. Desiree went to open her mouth, but was suddenly cut off as a thirteen year old ran into the room and up to Logan.

" 'ey grandpa Logan! Papa said ah could come on down and see ya! Mama wants to talk to ya though and guess what! Ah won the talent contest! Ah did meh gymnastics and ah won! Nobody could even think of beatin' me!' the young girl rambled on and on before suddenly stopping and making a disgusted face. Her hand went over her mouth and nose. "What is that horrible dog smell!"

"Aislin!" Emma said. "What is with you Howletts and teaching these children its okay to be rude" Aislin looked at Emma in confusion. She wasn't sure what she had said, she only wanted to know what smelt like a horribly dirty dog. The other smell in the room wasn't all that great, but should could recognize a canine above anything. The young girl looked over at James, who she could see was trying his best not to breathe in too much. "Go upstairs and we will be up in a minute, stay out of trouble."

"Ah'm never in trouble!" Aislin said running back out as quickly as possible. Jasper's eyes went from where the young girl stood, back to where Desiree was. She was biting her bottom lip nervously and as their eyes met, jasper felt a wave of emotion come off her, and then suddenly disappear again. He watched as James glanced over at her and then looked at Logan, who nodded. Without another word, the two were out of the room.

"She really isn't like this all the time." Emma explained. "She's having difficulties with her powers at the moment, her empathy has been controlled for a few years, but when she becomes over emotional the shield around her mind comes down and kinetic powers spike. In order to keep her from blowing everything up, we have to continue to work on controlling her emotions."

"You can build a barrier to keep the emotions out?" Jasper questioned.

"It really depends on the person. James has taken Desiree to a quiet place to meditate. It has helped her in the past, and he is a rather calm person, though unless you would like to see the rage of a Howlett, I can personally say it rivals his fathers." Emma glanced at Logan, shook his head. "Even he has difficulty with his own son. His Grand daughter on the other hand, she is rather lucky to have a well mannered family on her fathers side, the Guthrie's have really helped that girl through the years, her mother is still out of control though."

"What will the children need to do while they are here?" Esme spoke up finally.

"They will each be given a schedule for their classes, they will be able to choose 2 electives. We have a rather large selection of classes. However, martial arts with…" Emma paused and looked toward Logan. "Mr. Logan over there is required of all student. No matter how durable…or old you are." a small smirk played on her face as she glanced at the 'teenagers' before her. She had never been in such a situation as this. Yes, she dealt with unique individuals, but they were not immortal. Putting them through school would be interesting, especially with the history they had with Desiree.

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Desiree sat out in the yard with her eyes shut, trying her best to relax and clear her mind. It was her usual spot underneath a large tree that gave her shade. The lake was only a short distance away and it gave her piece of mind, most of the time. Today though was beginning to feel like it was too much, just seeing them again had brought so many emotions to surface that it was harder and harder for her to keep her mental shield up, blocking all the other emotions from her. She didn't want to feel them, not at this moment. Leaning forward with her head between her knee's, tears dripped from her eyes.

"You're not meditating Desiree." a voice a few feet behind her stated. James looked over his shoulder at her as he leaned against the tree. "You know you shouldn't have shoved that girl. You really surprised them when you did that." Usually the young man wasn't much of a talker. He had come to America after a visit from his father, whom he detested half the time. His uncle had suggested he go for a short time, and so he did, leaving absolutely everything behind him. That short time turned into a month, then two months, and continued on and on. It was because of a single person though. James didn't stay for Logan, he could care less what his father thought, but the younger girl in front of him had pushed her way into his own personal space.

It had annoyed James from day one. The moment he had arrived she had made it her prerogative to get through to him. No matter how hard he tried to push her away, she didn't give up. He had tried yelling, insulting and even shoved her once, he had immediately regretted that though. The moment she had stumbled back, he looked at her and saw the tears in her eyes. That had been when she ran off. Desiree didn't come back to him asking questions, and as much as he loved the peace, he had gone to her giving her a little bit of who he was, and he started with the first question she had asked him. Why he was so sad.

He couldn't figure out how she knew, nor did he understand why he told her. Years he had masked what he was feeling from those around him. Everything he told her though, it had stayed between them. That was how he learned about her, learned about what happened before he arrived in America. He had heard all about the Cullen's. He knew the minute they entered the mansion that they were different. Their scent was far too different than any living person. The moment he saw them though he knew why. What he couldn't understand was why they had the boy with them. He was not one of them, he could tell by the dark skin, and his scent was different. It was the same with the girl who had introduced herself to Desiree, Renesmee, she had the scent that was almost human.

"Desiree…" James started. "You know keeping everything inside won't help, you'll end up losing control and it will hurt you."

Desiree remained silent for a few moments, her body shaking as she cried. "Y' don' undastand." she mumbled, thought James' ears picked up the words easier with his heightened senses. "Y' don'…"

"I understand that your upset, maybe even angry…" James started. "I understand that you were trying to avoid that family at all costs, even with the past you had with them." His voice remained calm as it always did. Sometimes Desiree hated that he could be so calm, especially when she was so upset and angry. He watched as the petite girl stood up and turned to him, anger in her eyes.

"Non! Ya don' understan'! Ya don' because not even ah undastan'!" Desiree suddenly yelled. "Ah don' even undastan' because..because they all said dey cared f'r meh! Dey all took care of meh but…but why did dey neva contact meh! Why didn' dey answer meh letters! Why couldn' dey jus' have..cared! It was all a lie ah ain't fallin' int' it again..ah ain't gonna beh…"

"Abandoned?" James finished. Desiree looked at him as tears flowed down her cheeks. "I understand that feeling perfectly. Have you met my father?" James moved a step forward. "You know my background, you know what happened to me, and I know what happened to you. As bad as they smell, their attention was focused on you. You could see the relief on their faces when you walked into the room perfectly healthy." James paused. "You know…I felt the way you did when I first came here…but then you came along Des.." James laughed a bit. "And I thought maybe there was hope for me in America after all, maybe..just maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I'm not going to let them hurt you, Des you know I won't. If you want them to back off I will make them, you just tell me the words and you know I am there. But, I think you need to see just what happened, because there are two sides to a story."