Hey guys. I'm so sorry for not updating lately. I've just been really busy, you know? No more excuses though, I'm going to start writing more frequently.

Me: I just found a penny! How about a penny for your thoughts (Twilight saga)?

Steph: Wow! A whole penny? Well that changes things!

Me: It does? I thought I would never win! This is great! This is fantastic! This is-

Steph: Not happening.

Me: Grrrr

"Ellen?" a very worried Uncle Mike asked. I guess I shouldn't have fainted, but I can't exactly control these things. Maybe my blood sugar was low.

"Yes, Uncle Mike?" I responded, or slurred.

"Your blood sugar was 22! Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"

Well maybe it was because I had just heard the name of a very important character in the most read series in America! Yeah, like I would tell him that.

"I didn't want to worry you," I responded in half truth. He would be very worried if I told him his deceased police chief was part of my favorite book series. Very.

"Why would you-"He was cut off by the creaking of a door. I hadn't noticed I was in the hospital.

All of a sudden, my world turned upside down. In front of me was a blonde haired god. He had deep pools of gold where his eyes are. His features chiseled to perfection. Peter Faccinelli had nothing on him.

The movies may have been made thirty years prior, but Carlisle doesn't look a day over 20. He certainly doesn't look 33!

After about a minute of ogling at him, Carlisle broke the silence.

"Hello, Ellen. How are you feeling?" he asked in a voice that was just what it should be: warm, caring, and compassionate.

"I'm feeling very well, thank you, Dr. Cullen," I responded in a daze. I thought what I said was acceptable, boy was I wrong.

"How do you know my name? I forgot my name tag at home." Crap. What am I supposed to say? Got it!

"My uncle was telling me about everyone in Forks on the way here. Where are my manners? That was rude of me, I apologize." I hope he buys it.

"Oh no! Of course your great uncle would tell you that. What is Michael if not thorough?" He stated in a chuckle.

"Ellen, I don't remember-"I cut Uncle Mike off with a stare that could have scared a werewolf.

"I don't get it?" he mouthed in more of a question than a statement. That was way too loud when you have a vampire in the room though.

"I'll explain later," I mouthed back when Carlisle started checking my stats.

"Ellen, you may be a little sore in your thigh where your uncle injected the glucagon, but other than that, you should be fine," he told me with a smile. I wish Stephenie Meyer could have been a little more accurate. He is sweeter than I ever imagined.

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen. You've been very kind to me. I'm sorry about being rude earlier," I apologized, trying to seem less offensive than I came off as.

Carlisle started laughing, though. What did I do? Is there something in my teeth?

"I'm sorry. You just remind me of my daughter-in-law. She always apologizes unnecessarily, such as you are doing." I remind him of Bella? Awesome.

"That's my Ellen. She's always being silly," Uncle Mike chastised while roughing up my hair. I suddenly got an urge that I wanted to go to my new home.

"Thanks for embarrassing me," I said while casting a glance at Uncle Mike. I then returned my gaze to Carlisle, "Do you know when I can go home?" I asked with a hint of begging in my tone. Great. I really needed to make Carlisle think I am that much more of a freak.

"You can go home as soon as your uncle here signs the release papers," he replied. At least I don't have to spend the night.

Carlisle continued to walk out of the room, leaving me and Uncle Mike time to be alone. I hope he forgot about me calling Carlisle by his name when there was no way I could have known. I should be so lucky.

"Ellen, how did you know that his name was Cullen? That isn't exactly something you can gather by ogling a man up and down," he asked. Great, he saw me staring at Carlisle too. This sucks.

I decided to try and dodge the question.

"My blood sugar feels high, can I check it?" I asked, knowing the answer. He isn't going to say no.

"You don't even have to ask. You know that, Ellie bean." I hate that nickname, and he knows it.

"Okay, just give me my glucometer please," I requested. I chose to ignore the nickname.

He handed me my meter, and when I saw the reading, my eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. It read 494! Extreme excitement does tend to shoot my blood sugar up.

"It's 494, Uncle Mike. I am going to take seven units of correction, okay?" I ran this by him more than asked him. He doesn't know much about my diabetes.

Carlisle chose this moment to walk in.

"Here are the papers.

"Thank you, Carlisle. Don't worry, I'll keep her out of trouble," Uncle Mike joked with Carlisle.

After a few minutes, Uncle Mike and I went to his house.

I had lots of thinking to do.

Zephyr's POV

Dad agrees with me. This mystery girl is going to be my imprint. I just have to find her. There have been rumors at school that the county game warden's niece is coming to live with him. Maybe that's her.

I sure hope so.

"Zephyr, would you come down here?" Bella requested. My family insists that I call them by their first names, considering I am 18 years old.

I ran down the stairs at my speed. I'm a little faster than an average vampire because my genes are mixed with werewolves. I was down in less than a second.

"Yes, Bella?" I hope she has some good advice; she usually does.

"Zephyr, I realize you haven't even met this young girl yet, but I would like you to hear your grandfather's and my story. There are some things you could learn. I'm not saying you aren't already a perfect gentleman, I just want you to hear it from a story that will be very similar to yours," she explained.

"Edward, please join us," she spoke. There is no need to yell in this house.

In a time that was close to mine, Edward was down here.

"Darling, you have a better memory of our dating years than I do. Could you please help me advise Zephyr?"

I sighed. You can hear the love in their voice, and for some reason, I crave that more than anything.

"Of course, love," he responded with the same love filled tone of voice. At least he can't read my mind, because I don't want him to think I am jealous or anything. I'm not.

They went into their romantic tale of chivalry and love. There were definitely some things I could never do to my love. I swear right now, I will never leave her. I couldn't ignore the pain in both of their faces when they talked about that time in their relationship.

I also would let her choose. No matter how much it might hurt me, if she wanted someone else, I would let her have them. Thank goodness Bella chose Edward. Bella and Dad? No way!

One thing that struck me, though, was the changing dispute. Could I take my love's soul away? If she wanted it, I guess I could understand that. If she didn't, I would understand that as well.

"Good choice, Zeph. Make sure she gets what she wants, not what you think is best. I learned that the hard way, my boy," Edward reassured me. I guess I forgot to put my shield up.

"Thank you, Gramps," I love calling him that; he's a year younger than me, technically.

Edward just scowled at me for a second; he then walked off with Bella to work on their "nightly activities". That thought made me shudder.

After a while of sitting, I headed up to my room. I played some music as I finished up my homework.

An old song came on. It was "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum. That definitely fit my situation.

I sang along to some of the lyrics as I drifted off into a peaceful slumber that would bring me into tomorrow, and hopefully, to my soul mate.

Sorry again for not updating! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Should I delay the meeting for a little longer? Or should I cut to the chase? I hope I get some input from you guys.