TO ALL REVIEWERS

1) I've fallen sick recently, so I havn't been writing much. But i'm getting better, so whoop whoop!

2) I'll stop fast forwarding time until Skye gets to 16

That's where the fun starts :D

Should I do each chapter year by year, or do like a chapter for ever six months?

Please help me out!

Enjoy xx



One Year Later – Skye Is 7 Years Old

Skye POV

"Mummy! I don't want to do my homework!" I whined. I looked up at her, widening my eyes. "Pretty please, mummy?"

Esme laughed and wrapped her arms around me. "Now, now, Skye. You know it's homework time."

"But I hate maths." I muttered.

"I know." Esme chuckled.

I sighed and looked around me. We were sitting on the new extension, a conservatory, on a swinging chair. That was the only thing in the room, and it was Esme's and mine's favourite place.

A lot has changed in a year since I've stayed here.

I got my own room – it's so cool, it's pink and purple with stars on the roof that glow at night – I got new clothes; I get homeschooled – by Esme and Carlisle, when he can – and I've learned normal, human things that I should have learned when I was younger, like not slurping and how to use a knife and fork and what emergency services are.

I've also learned how to play on the Playstation. Emmett was horrified I'd never played before, and beat me ten times until he was satisfied I knew how to pay.

Edward is giving me piano lessons, which I adore.

I've found out a few months ago I have this love, this passion for music and dancing. Alice teaches me ballet and ballroom dancing, while I copy dancers moves on the TV. I love street dancing, although the rest of my family hate it.

My family. The coven of vampires. I think it sounds a bit weird, but it really isn't. Edward, Emmett and Jasper are like big brothers to me, while Alice is like a big sister. Rosalie and I don't get along that well, and I try to subtly avoid her, not that it escapes her notice. Esme and Carlisle are my mummy and daddy, and to tell you a secret, I love Esme a teeny weensy bit more than anyone else. The first thing I do in the mornings is look for her to give her a hug, and when I have bad nightmares or get scared she's always there to calm me.

I guess I should tell you about my nightmares.

I have them a few times a month. They're about the School, and what they did to me. I'm trying to forget about it, but it's hard. Carlisle once said he might take me to this thing called therapy. It sounds funny.

And my wings. I love them. They make me look like an angel, and sometimes when I get really angry they flare up behind me, the feathers bristling. This isn't often. I'm not an angry person and I hate being angry. I haven't tried flying yet – okay, that's a lie, daddy won't let me fly until I'm older – but I want so bad to just jump and fly.

There are a few bad things about living with vampires. They can hear everything I do – when I go to the toilet, when I brush my teeth, pass gas in my sleep, have a bath – but I've kinda got used to that now. I can't keep a secret – Edward always finds out, and Alice foresees it – and I'm still trying to figure out how to keep a secret. I haven't succeeded yet, but I hope I will.

"Come on, honey." Esme scooped me up in her arms. "Let's go."

My vision blurred, and a second later I was at the dining room table, with my math's work spread out around me.

"Start on question one, and work your way down." Esme advised. I reached for my calculator, but Esme's cold fingers stopped me.

"Do it in your head, dear." She laughed. I huffed. I was adding things up, and I hated that. Numbers remind me too much of the School.

I looked at Esme, who was standing next to me. "Can I sit on your lap, mummy?" I asked plaintively.

Esme just laughed and settled me on her lap, and we spent the afternoon happily adding up numbers.


"Mummy, when will they be back?" I whined. I was bouncing on Esme's lap, looking impatiently out of the window that covered the whole back of the house. The others were supposed to be back from their hunting trip, and I couldn't wait to see them. I loved them, and when they went away I was sad. Although I understood what they did when they went to hunt, I wasn't disgusted. It was their nature.

"They'll be here in a few seconds," Esme laughed. "Calm down, sweetie."

I saw a flash white among the tress, and scrambled out of Esme's arms, running to the back door. I pulled it open and jumped straight into the air, grinning.

Edward caught me and pulled me into a hug, and I huffed angrily. "One of these days I'll catch one of you out." I stuck my tongue out. He laughed, and I hugged him again.

Emmett appeared, and I knew he had just changed into a fresh shirt by the wrinkled appearance on it. "Emmett!" I squealed. I struggled in Edwards arms, and he laughed and put me down. I leapt up at Emmett, who neatly dodged my attempts to pounce on him. After a few minutes of this I sat down on the ground, covering my face with my hands. I started to sniff, and then I felt Emmett right by my side.

"Are you okay?" he laughed. I continued to sniff, and when Emmett was halfway to putting his arms around me I leapt up, slapping my arms together. I hit air.

"Nooo!" I yelled. I stamped my foot. "Emmett Cullen, I wanna hug!"

And then Emmett was holding me tightly, his booming laughter echoing around the wide space. I hugged him tighter, and started to gasp when I realized I couldn't breathe.

"My turn!" Alice trilled. I turned and beamed at her. She laughed and pointing towards my mouth. "You lost a tooth!"

I grinned wider. "I did! And it was so gross, and then mummy said that it was special, and she's making me a necklace with all my teeth on them, isn't it cool?"

They chuckled. I looked around. "Where's Jasper and daddy?"

"Inside. Let's go meet them." Alice took my hand, and we skipped happily into the house, and to the dining room. Carlisle was sitting beside Esme, smiling at her. She smiled back, and even I could see the love they had for each other.

"Daddy! Daddy!" I shrieked. I ran forward, and Carlisle swung me round, making me squeal. He finally hugged me, and then put me on his hip.

"How are you, Skye?" He tapped my nose.

"I had to do maths work." My face fell. "But then I practiced and I got that song Edward taught me!" my face brightened, and everyone smiled at the difference. "Then you all came back!"

Everyone laughed at how my face brightened even more. "Show me." Edward said, pushing me towards the piano.

"Nuh uh!" I backpedalled. "I wanna see Jasper!"

"He's just getting you some lunch, honey." Carlisle smiled. "Are you hungry"?

"When isn't she?" Emmett laughed. "She eats more than I do!"

"And that's a lot." Edward muttered, sending us all chuckling. I spotted Rosalie go out of the door, and pursed my lips before following her. No one followed me.

I followed her out into the garage, where she threw herself under her BMW with her tools.

"Um…hi, Rosalie."

She didn't answer. There was some clanking, and she muttered, "Damn." She reached for this huge screwdriver before disappearing again.

"Um…I spent some time with Esme." I said lamely. "And we were wondering what to do with Emmett's birthday."

She continued as if she didn't hear me. I felt embarrassed and sad. I wanted her to like me. How could she, the most beautiful angel on earth, hold a grudge against me?

"…maybe later we can talk about it, 'cos you know him best." I suggested. Rosalie still didn't answer, determined to ignore me.

My face fell, and I swallowed hard. "Um…well…see you later." I said sadly, and walked back into the house.

Behind me, Rosalie didn't cease in her mechanics.


Jasper POV

Skye was sad. And confused. As she walked back into the house her face stiffened and she forced a smile onto her face. "Jasper! She squealed when she saw me. "Hi!"

She walked over to me for a hug, and I gave her one before backing away, leaning against the wall. Her confusion turned to understanding as she took in my tight stance, and she ran over to the piano, pulling Edward with her.

I knew that I was firmly in control of my thirst, but I didn't want to push it. I caught Alice's eye and she grinned at me, my little pixie.

We then turned to Skye's hesitant playing. For a seven year old human, it wasn't bad. My thoughts wandered, as they usually did, to Rosalie's hostility.

Now I have no idea why Rosalie hates Skye. I feel it whenever Skye talks, whenever Skye makes someone laugh. I don't know the reason behind Rosalie's enmity, and I think it is meaningless and stupid.

Skye was a delight to be with. Ignoring the fact 2 of her DNA is Avian; she is very smart, witty, quick thinking and never fails to make us laugh eventually.

She loves to dance, and is very sporty. She once watched us play baseball, and I felt her wistfulness from across the field. But that was the one sport Carlisle banned her from playing with us, and I could see why. If she tried to catch a ball that any of us hit her hand would smash into a million pieces.

I also teach her self defence. Ironic how I'm the most dangerous to her out of all of us and I teach her self defence.

Edward suppressed a snort at that thought, and I grinned briefly.

"There." Skye announced, hopping off the stool. "Now I'm hungry. What's for lunch?"

"Elk." Emmett grinned.

I stiffened and waited for Skye's reaction. So did everyone else.

Skye looked innocently up at Emmett. "If it's with ketchup, I don't care." And then she took Emmett's hand and towed him towards the kitchen, humming happily.

I looked at the rest of my coven.

And then we all began to laugh.


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