WARNING!!! I don't own Twilight, nor the characters within. Well…some of the characters. But if you find them in the books or movie, then they probably weren't made by me.

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I float slowly through the house as they gradually settle back into living, briefly I wonder if they are going to be sleeping soon. I don't remember too much, but as far as my book tells me, when it becomes night they should go to sleep and dream.

Although I would like to believe this, the sun set over and hour ago, and they are all still running strong. Edward, Jasper, and Emmett flickered upstairs into what I have identified as Edwards room, the girls are holding 'council' in Alice's, whilst the 'parents' are in their own room.

Through out all of this, I'm stuck puzzling over their oddities. Dead as I am, I don't know for certain if their actions are normal or not, I think its really been far to long for me to know anything much about human interactions. The only other solution is that during my occupation of this house, I have sufficiently gone insane.

I don't think I like that idea terribly.

I'm going to just give up on that for now, and go listen in on the boys. Darting through the ceiling, I allow my body to hang out on the third floor and my head to stick through onto the second floor, peeking into the room discreetly.

…not that they would really see me any way. Though it might be amusing for someone to be walking around on the third floor, only to see my decapitated body hanging upside down on the floor, rump in the air.

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"…Whatever Edward, I think this is cool. Come on! We got our own poltergeist, how awesome is that?!" Emmett Exclaims, his boisterous voice being the first thing I can make out.

"The point still stands, this is not where she belongs. We don't know the circumstances behind why that girl committed suicide, it wouldn't be right to just start calling her our pet." I hear from Edward. Looking between the three of them, a brief silence descends, Jasper being the only one I haven't heard from yet.

"…I don't think she did it because she was sad." Both Edward and Emmett look at Jasper in confusion, my own grin betraying how proud I am. Really, he picks up these cues so quickly! I wonder if it would be wrong to use favoritism in my family.

" Don't get me wrong Edward, I agree with you half way as well, she wouldn't like being called our pet, and having something intangible that screw with everything in the house but can't be punished isn't good. I'm just saying it isn't the worst that could happen." He stops his small speech as they think things over, I myself decide I've listened in long enough. Might as well move over to visit my girls.

Just as I get to the door, it opens. I'm slightly puzzled, though, I didn't think I had been with the others so long that these two would finish whatever it was they were doing. Just as I'm thinking this, Rosalee steps out and 'fwips' off downstairs to the place I first met them.

Curiously, I sink through the floor to see everyone else there already.

'when did they get the time to tromp into here? I certainly hope I don't have missing moments in my memory…that's a little bit scary to think about.'

"Naibre, will you join us please?" Mr. Cullen announces calmly, his voice is friendly, but I hadn't realized they would willingly include me in their family discussions so soon. I shrug before floating next to the window wall, giving off the illusion that I am leaning against it before materializing once more. it's a very good thing that I got in a lot of practice over the years, I have a feeling I'm gong to spend a lot of time going tangible and intangible with my people.

"You called, Mr. Cullen?" I ask politely, curious as to what they want me for. I shift slightly uncomfortable, as seven pairs of Topaz eyes immediately focus on me. I'm unaccustomed to having others staring, and briefly wonder if that is something I have unconsciously carried on from my humanity.

He smiles at me warmly before waving me closer.

"Please, as you said, we are going to be sharing this home. Call me Carlisle." His words sooth my uneasiness quickly, though for the death of me, I don't know why a ghost should feel uneasy. I at least make the attempt of appearing as though I am walking as I approach and sit on the couch next to Esme.

Everything is silent for a moment as I survey their expressions, really wondering what this is about now. I believe that I have always been curious, and the suspense is killing me.

…hee hee…really bad spirit humor, forgive me.

Finally Carlisle's expression relaxes into a some what serious one, and he opens his mouth.

"This might sound odd to you, but since you seem to have…how should I put this…'inherited' us, you deserve to know that we aren't exactly human." He seems to believe that this is something entirely serious and awful, as if he were telling me the meaning of the universe.

Unfortunately, as things are going these days, the meaning of the universe just flew completely over my head.

I don't recall there being anything in my book about there being any form of sentient beings that weren't human.

"You see…I and my family are vampires." Once again I am dumbstruck, because I don't know what that word means. It seems familiar, something like a thing you would be taught in kindergarten, and now that you're an adult, are being asked to remember. I believe that Jasper sense my confusion, but he doesn't say anything.

"…Ok. I suppose that explains the lack of slumber? And super speed?" It only just hit me that perhaps this whole 'Vampire' thing might be the so called lapses in my memory. By far, it is a much more acceptable solution than my insanity; because me going crazy is an idea that just grates at my pride.

They seem pleased with me, that I should have caught on so quickly. I fidget with my noose bracelet momentarily, and try to examine their emotions again. It certainly isn't much more clear than earlier, but I get the vague notion that they are thoughtful. I bask in the glow of free flowing emotion from them, and can't help but think that their souls seem terribly enriched with knowledge and age.

I wonder…how old that makes them…

"Yes. Both of those. I had thought you would have more questions though…Or at least been slightly frightened, ghost or not." he looks at me inquisitively, and I feel a grin tugging at my lips. Frightened? Heavens, no! why would I be frightened? I am as much from a movie as it gets, they cannot possibly be worse.

"Pardon…if I may?" I hear the soothing sound of Jasper's voice as he stands and moves to in front of my seated form. I nod curiously, allowing him too reach forward. Instead of him doing anything in specific, his hands find their way to my wrist and pluck my bracelet from my arm, the material sliding through as if I hadn't been there at all.

He examines it silently, toying with the faded and crossed threads.

"What is this from?" He continues to examine it, turning it this way and that. Smiling tentatively, my fingers reach forward and caress the material lovingly, it being the only thing I can truly feel.

A small shock goes through my arm as my finger touches, but does not go through his own. Ignoring it as an oddity, I sigh and answer him.

"My noose. The people who cleaned me up…they did not remove all of the things I left behind. Once I mastered my abilities enough to touch things, I took down what was left and made this. Oddly…it is the only thing I can truly feel." He seems content with my explanation, though glancing up, Carlisle's interest seems to have been peaked.