Note: I know reading so far may have been boring for you, and you only have one more chapter of boringness left until I actually get to the plot!!! But I just want to say it is not my fault. I have to set up the story before I can write the plot or readers would hate me even more than they do now.

Disclaimer: If for some reason you didn't read my disclaimers for the past two chapters, I do not own Twilight or any of the characters in it.

Alyse's POV:

I was running at top speed through the forest breathing deeply and trying vainly to control my tormented emotions. I shouldn't have reacted like that. Why had I?

I never really considered meeting the vampire who was my father. The man who had broken my mother's heart and abandoned her. The man who I merely recognized by worn photographs, the man I knew Bella still continued to love; even after all he had done to her, even after all these years…

Hypothetically, I knew I might eventually meet my father, there just weren't that many vampires in the world, and in one way or another we are pulled towards each other. But that was always hypothetical, always just a general idea of what might, might occur in the future. I didn't know how to handle it now that it had.

He had left Bella just before she had realized she was expecting me. Bella had thought Alice would have Seen me, but apparently she never had. Bella could have tracked Edward down after becoming a vampire, could have told him he had a child. But for reasons of her own, she never had.

Did she think Edward wouldn't love me, wouldn't accept me? Or did she just not think he would accept her, and she would be parted from one of the only things keeping her from committing suicide? For one reason or another, Bella did not ever intend to have my father involved in my life.

I wasn't ready to face the father that didn't even know of my existence, who likely didn't even realize that Bella wasn't dead. But... He didn't know who I was. I could quietly disappear from this town, it wouldn't take more than a few hours to obliterate any evidence that I had ever been here. I rejected that idea quickly. Bella wouldn't be able to find me whenever she eventually came back, and why should I have to leave? I have already been here for two years before they, or rather he came. If I realized my thought process sounded like the reasoning of a 4 year old, I didn't want to admit it to myself.

I could pretend I was just another vampire, he would never know who I really was. Bella hadn't wanted him to know about me for a reason, and I would protect that reason as hard as I could; I wouldn't allow him to know more about me. Besides, I am rather curious about him.

Well, father, you came a little bit late didn't you? I might actually learn to like you, but I will always love Bella. She was the one who raised me, who would never abandon me…

Speaking of Bella, she had never truly told me a lot about the Cullens, it was a painful memory for her.

I smiled crookedly, perhaps now was a very good time for Bella to be away. I didn't want to know what she would do if she ever met Edward Cullen again. I just hope she doesn't come back from her travels too soon…

Edward' POV:

I lay on the comfortable couch in my room, studying the ceiling with a frown. Her name was Alyse White, but I had never managed to pick up her middle name. She was a senior who lived in a house just beyond the outskirts of town limits. Supposedly she had been sent here by her mother two years ago because her mother was a missionary about to embark upon dangerous work and didn't want to put her daughter at risk. When I had told my family, none of them had believed her story about her missionary mother. She very likely fabricated it herself as a cover-up.

The people in school knew frustratingly little about her after that point. She did not associate with them, not that they hadn't tried to get her to, and most of the time kept herself carefully distanced from everyone at the school. A wise move, and not very surprising. Still, it was extremely frustrating in this case nonetheless.

If we wanted to know more about her, we would have to get that information from Alyse herself.

I winced slightly remembering her expression, and wondered if she would show up at school tomorrow at all.

Something about her face, her expression nagged annoyingly at my consciousness. There was something disturbingly familiar about her, and if she hadn't decided to take a one way flight to another country, I wanted to discover why she made me so anxious.

I wondered yet again how I would talk to her. I wouldn't be the least surprised to find she refuses to talk. Now more than ever I wish I could read her mind. I found it more than a little disturbing that I could not. What I found even more disturbing still was her unusual reaction. What was it about us, or rather, me, made her do that???

Who was I to her? I didn't know, but I fully intended to find out.

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