A/N: Thanks to JennaCullenNV for your review! So, on with the story...

DISCLAIMER: Do you really have to ask? Yes? Fine: I DON'T OWN THIS! JUST THE PLOT!

EDIT: It's been a while, eh? Heh…heh…um…

Elizabeth Masen POV

Chapter Three - Accusations, Laughs, and our Son

The girl with the high pitched voice continued to screech and scream at Emmett at such a speed that I wasn't even able to catch a single word. Finally, as she slowed down and came to a complete stop with her yelling, she pounced on his back. "ARGH, ALICE, GET OFF." Emmett yelled, trying to brush her off by spinning around and yanking at her arms that were clenched tightly around his neck in a death grip (literally, it seemed). Her eyes were dark and she looked half crazed. "Jasper, your wife is sexually assaulting me!" Emmett yelled. The house shook from the low tenor of his voice.

The boy (the bronze haired one that was still yet to be named) was chuckling now, and his chuckles soon escalated into full blown hilarity. The girl (Bells, Emmett had called her), was struggling to restrain herself from laughing. She came to stand behind Alice and Emmett, laughing now like the boy was, and took a hold of Alice's shoulders. She successfully pulled Alice off, but still had the unfortunate task to restraining Alice from killing Emmett. Emmett rolled his eyes and said, "Alice, you are too over-dramatic. It's a closet; we have money, buy a new one!"

Alice glared fiercely at him, growling a predatory growl that would have scared any normal person. From what he we had already observed, none of them were normal by any means what so ever. "Shut up, Em."

Emmett laughed. "You didn't realize that, did you?"

"I said shut up."

"Jeesh, Alice, and you're usually the one that thinks things through out of the five of us 'kids.'" He drew air quotes around the word kids, intriguing me. Why would he do that? None of them could be older than eighteen, which still technically meant that they were teenagers, which could still be considered 'kids' or children.

"What did you even do?" The bronze-haired boy demanded.

'Bells' held up a hand, effectively stopping some presumably insulting words about to come out of the boy's mouth, all to directed (obviously) at Emmett. "You know what? I, for one, don't want to know."

"Well, it doesn't matter, really." The boy said, suddenly looking cruel. He directed the next part to Emmett, "Because Emmett here is going to replace all of my CDs, off of his memory alone, and suffer the consequences if he doesn't get all of them by next month. Right, brother?"

Emmett grimaced. "Of-of course, Edward…all of them…of course I'll get all of them back—eventually—Bella, stop your crazed husband!" Edward—I had started slightly at the all-too-familiar name, but just passed it off as pure coincidence—had made to lunge at Emmett, but Bella somehow managed to stop him, no matter that she was only half his build and at least a head shorter. Science like that obviously didn't apply to these people. Eddie repeated my thoughts in an amused murmur, while eying Edward apprehensively. How that man (er, ghost?) does that is beyond me, and has been since we first met.

"And while he's at it," a stunning beautiful blonde girl was descending the stairs in an almost lazy manner while she spoke, "He broke Carlisle's new laptop, and Esme's painting." She smiled indulgently at the furious yells that had just come from the floor above.

A caramel-haired woman—Esme, probably—appeared too-suddenly in front of Emmett, closely followed by a man with light-blonde hair, who was probably Carlisle. "You did what, exactly?" Esme demanded in a low, dangerous voice.

Emmett cleared his throat and held his head high. "Well, you see, my dear adoptive mother, I just happened to be strolling along when Jasper, who has been discreetly staying out of this because he knows that it all trails back to him—"

"Don't you dare lie to me, Emmett Cullen!" Esme snarled.

"Now, sweetheart," Carlisle said, taking a careful step in between Esme and Emmett, "Emmett has broken my brand-new laptop, but you don't see me screaming at him, do you?" He—wait. Wait. Carlisle? Carlisle. Emmett Cullen. Most likely, that would be Carlisle's last name was Cullen. But, no, it could just be another coincidence. It had been more than a century, after all…but, he looked just like the Dr. Cullen I could faintly remember, right before my death…Then there was an Edward…did that mean that this Edward, the one that was apparently married with a daughter, and still looking brilliant handsome at seventeen—was this our son?

I nudged Eddie. "That-that Edward boy…do you think…?"

Eddie shrugged at my unfinished question. "There is a possibility. I suppose. The only possibility being that Dr. Cullen was some sort of vampire—"

I raised an eyebrow pointedly: he shrugged again in simple response.

We snapped to attention again when a livid shriek pierced the air, and probably broke a couple windows. "YOU INCONSIDERATE, JERK!" Predictably, it was Alice. "I CANNOT—" The rest was completely lost on us as she spoke faster and faster, louder and louder, and eventually her voice reached a pitch high enough to call dogs.

"Hey, Alice!" A dark-skinned Native American boy had just appeared at the top of the stairs, looking immensely irritated. "Alice! ALICE! SHUT UP."

Alice spun around, glaring venomously at the Native American, who looked completely unfazed. "What do you want, Jacob?" She ground out.

Jacob snapped back, "I want you all to shut up! Can't a guy take a decent nap around here, anymore?"

"You sleep enough as it is." Alice retorted.

"Well that's in my nature! It's not my fault that some of us are vampires and don't have to sleep at all."

I smirked smugly at Eddie, who only smiled in a good-natured.

"Well it's not my fault that you're lazier than a boulder!"

"I'll have you know, boulders do pretty decent work! They sit there and block paths, they even roll and crush people and things sometimes! And their very good security for various ancient artifacts in older-than-water cave systems!"

"Shh!" All heads swiveled to face yet another blonde person, this time a young man that could be passed off as Rosalie's brother. "Some of us are busy doing actual productive things!"

"Oh, yeah, and what's that?" Jacob questioned almost mockingly.

The young man glared and replied, seething. "I'm trying to get on my wife's good side by buying her new closet racks." He said, looking pointedly at Alice, who's livid look faded into a loving beam.

"Aww! Thank you, Jasper!"

"This is completely pointless." Edward suddenly announced, glaring at Alice. "Bella, Renesmee, and I are going hunting. If any of you are ready to start arguing over a mountain lion, don't even think—" he smirked slightly, "—of coming." With that, he led a giggling Bella and Renesmee (what kind of name was that?) to what looked to be the kitchen, which was followed quickly by a door slamming shut.

A beat of silence, then—everyone began to argue over each other. Eddie and I shared one look, then escaped out the near by window, gliding rapidly to catch up with our vampire son.

EDIT: I know it's less than before (I think?), and that it isn't very good, but I spent a good chunk of time on it…I'm so sorry for the obscenely long wait. I'll get to working on the next chapter right now.

A/N: Okay, long chapter! I didn't do a cliffy here. This felt right so...well, I'll get the next chapter up in a little bit. I don't have anything else to do, anyways. And, sorry if some of them are slightly OOC. And, thanks again JennaCullenNV for the nice review! :D

-CullenGirl76-