Carlisle's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "But Edward can't have any other children, he's only ever been with Bella-" He babbled on, he seemed to be talking to try and convince himself. His gold eyes were frantic, but curious.
"Bella? Is that was his mate's name is? Whoops, I thought it was Becca." I snorted. Truth be told, I wasn't all too excited about telling my tale over again. I'd told it enough times so that I knew it word by word, and where to pause.
"Would you like the long version, or the short? I'm sure you'll end up hearing them both a few times so you won't miss anything." I drawled. This was the boring part, the one where they gasped and gave me pity.
He appraised me carefully before nodding curtly. "Edward was with someone before Bella, actually. Her name was Aleece. She was a Spanish maid in the Masen's home, the daughter of two Mexican immigrants. When she was fifteen Edward made his move. The rest was history. They kept their relationship a secret though, because is anyone found out there would be the scandal of the century. They kept it up for three years, then the epidemic hit." I nodded, and then continued. "Edward was among the sick, and they still stayed together. They had plans, you know. They were going to run away, overseas. To start a new life, free from any prejudices..." I didn't see the scene in front me anymore. I was seeing a beautiful sunset, with my mother in a white organza and a faceless man laughing while running around and simply enjoying each other's presence. I shook my head to dispel the sadly untrue illusion. "Anyway, Edward was sick. He disappeared, she thought he died. Though I know now he was far from dead, I believe you saved him, did you not?" He nodded, still absorbing my every word. "Well, she was heartbroken after that. She ran away, out of the country. She would be shamed, a woman with child but no husband! It would have been so humiliating. She ran away to Mexico, and raised her daughter. The end, basically." I shrugged.
He shook his head vigorously. "You weren't the mother of the child, were you?" He asked slowly.
I laughed. "No way."
"But then you... you... you're..." He trailed off weakly. Poor guy. I'm probably a huge shock to him. Well, he had to find out some way.
"That's right. I'm Edward's kid." I said brightly. He fell back on the sofa.
He rubbed his temples. "Oh, god, it's Renesmee all over again..." He groaned. Was puzzled- who was this weirdo with a retarded name?
"Renestard? Who's that?" I said, genuinely curious. Who was this person and why did Carlisle not like to talk about them?
"You're about to find out,"
Oooh, burnage Renestard!
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