Disclaimer: Neither Twilight nor it's character belong to me, I'm simple borrowing them for a bit. Stephenie Meyer is the brilliant one :)


Chapter four

On the way to the parking lot, Carlisle informs me that driving to work helps keep up his image as a normal human. He agreed that running would be faster but questions would arise from his co-workers. I hear a beep to my left, the headlights of a sleek Mercedes flash. The good doctor is not tight on money, that's for sure. Money is not something I've ever had a ton of or been concerned about. I'm ashamed to admit I stole what I needed for the longest time. Not that I need much being what I am but running around naked was not something I wanted to do.

We get into the car; Carlisle slowly heads out of the parking lot. We sit in a comfortable silence for the first few minutes.

Carlisle glances at me, "Where's the most recent place you've been staying." he questions.

"A small town in Kentucky," I look out the window to my right, "there's plenty of wildlife to hunt. Bobcat being my favorite."

"Ah my son Edward loves to hunt the mountain lions in these parts."

Right, the family we're on our way to see, "Your wifes name is Esme and you have a son Edward, there's also two other boys and two girls correct?" I ask.

"That's right. Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, and Alice." His love for them is clear when he says their names.

I startle when he says Emmett, but recover quickly. My brother has been dead for 64 years. The pain has eased but his name is not something I'm used to hearing. Of course being in a car with a vampire means my momentary surprise was noted. He chooses to not ask.

The Cullen's home was hidden behind a forest of trees. Extravagant is the first thought that pops in my head when we approach the house. Beautiful is also there. Yes, this house is most certainly beautiful. It had to be at least a hundred years old, a soft faded white, and three stories tall. I wonder what it must be like to live like this. To have a place to call home, a place where you belong. The ache of spending all my years relatively alone, hits hard. I want this life. A family.

Carlisle pulls inside a huge garage, puts the car in park, and shuts off the engine. "I'm sorry I didn't mention this before, but Esme tells me three of my children, Edward, Jasper, and Alice, have gone out hunting. They should be back before the end of the day."

"That's perfectly okay," I smile at him, "I'm just happy to be welcomed into your home. I'm sure inviting in a strange vampire over is not a regular occurrence." I chuckle.

He chuckles too, "Quite right you are, but I have a feeling this is going to good for everyone."

I get out of the car, accidentally slamming the door too hard. There goes those nerves again. Seriously, why am I the only vampire in the world with anxiety. Carlisle gives me a reassuring smile. I follow him to the entrance of the house and step through the door as he holds it open for me. The inside of the house looks like a catalogue. No, that's not right. The inside of the house is what a catalogue wishes it could look like. Wide open spaces, a huge curving staircase, a wall made of nothing but glass, a high-beamed ceiling. The entire place is varying shades of white.

"Holy Crow," I exclaim, "your house is breathtaking!"

Carlisle beams, "Thank you Bella, it was all my lovely wife's doing."

Right as he utters the word wife, a beautiful woman walks into the room. Caramel colored hair, slender yet somehow round, and golden eyes like my own. I can already see how she fits Carlisle. She radiates the same compassion that he does.

"Ah you must be Bella! I'm Esme, Carlisle's wife." She explains with a friendly smile.

"Hi Esme, it's so wonderful to meet you! You have the most lovely home." I say too fast.

She gives Carlisle a little smile that seems to say, "ahh I see," wonder what that means.

"Thank you, interior decorating is a hobby I enjoy. My husband tells me you were interested in meeting more of our kind who chose the animal diet lifestyle. I have to agree that it is fairly rare to find many of our kind with our chosen lifestyle," Esme discerns, "we're so happy to meet another like us as well."

"Esme, where are Rosalie and Emmett? I thought they decided to stay home instead of joining the hunt." a confused Carlisle asks.

"Oh they should be back in a bit, Emmett convinced Rosalie to have a race. She must of been in a good mood, otherwise I don't think she would have entertained his antics." Esme laughs.

I am really going to have to get used to hearing the name Emmett again.

Esme suggest we go to the sitting room to get more comfortable. There is no chance of getting more comfortable as a vampire. I am completely comfortable no matter what I am doing. Running, Standing, leaning, sitting, it's all the same. I appreciate the sentiment none the less. Esme and Carlisle ask me more about my life; places I've been, the other vampires I've come across, how I've spent my time. Everywhere, too many to name, and attempting not to murder humans. My answers were more appropriate than that of course. After about 10 minutes of comfortably chatting away on the couch, I hear the front door open.

"Yo Carlisle, Esme says you're bringing a guest over tonight," a booming voice that sounds familiar but not familiar at the same time shouts, "is she here? I need to meet her to make sure I don't need to tear her apart and burn the pieces." I hear what sounds like solid smack upside the head.

"Really Emmett," Esme begins to chide, "will you ever…" but I don't hear the rest. This couldn't be possible. No. Not happening. Hearing the name Emmett so many times today must be making me hallucinate. And why not? I already gag at the thought of human blood and suffer from anxiety. It's not too far out there that I could be suffering from a mental disorder as well.

It looks like him though, my Teddy bear of a brother.

"Emmy?" I ask with trepidation.

"Emmy?" three separate voices say back, along with a startled gasp.

"Isabella?" the vampire version of my dead brother gasps out.

Vampires can't faint but I think I got pretty close.


A.N.

Hi again lovelies! Here's another quick update for you, I hope you enjoy it! I actually never thought anyone would read this. I get super excited every time a review pops up in my email. Thank you for taking your time to read this and a big thank you to anyone who reviews, favorites, or follows this story! I honestly don't think it's that good haha but I'm excited nonetheless!

-Tiff