A/N Sorry it took so long, exams are starting and I've got a lot on my mind right now. This next chapter is actually chapter three part 2, so enjoy Renesmee's first impressions on the Cullen kids.

Chapter 4

The Cullens (part 2)

RPOV

I must have fallen asleep becausewhen i woke up we were parked in front of a tiny diner in the middle of nowhere. Esme was leaning across the seat, smiling apologeticly at me.

"Sorry dear, I didn't want to wake you up so Carlisle suggested takeout. We could still go inside if you want to," she gestured toward the diner and I nodded. My stomach grumbled, I was famished and still a little dazed; it felt like I had a really long nap and now I had to eat. I stumbled out of the car and followed Esme inside. It was a comfy diner little diner; the walls were lined with old records and black and white photographs. Carlisle was standing at the counter, a takeout menu in his hands. When he saw us he said something to the waitress and she led us to an empty booth, putting three menus on the table. We sat in silence for a while, contemplating what we were going to eat. The waitress came back and took our orders and left us in silence again. I wanted to ask Carlisle and Esme about the rest of their family, but I felt uncomfortable with doing so. I don't really know why, maybe it is because I'm worried that they won't accept me as their sister, just someone who came into their lives unannounced and ruined it.

"Can I ask you some questions about the rest of my adopted siblings?" I asked slowly. Esme broke into a huge grin and Carlisle nodded in encouragement. "You mentioned some of their names in the car; Alice and Emmett?" It was the only two I could remember; I was still a little sleepy.

"Alice is our youngest daughter, she's sixteen. We adopted her when she was ten years old, she had an abusive childhood," Esme's face was filled with sadness at the thought of her youngest being abused. I must admit I feel sorry for Alice, even though I didn't know her at all. "I don't want to tell you too much about them, they might want to tell you their stories themselves," I nodded. It was understandable; I wouldn't want Carlisle and Esme telling everyone my story.

"And Emmett?"

"Emmett is the oldest, he's eighteen. He's a prankster, he's got a twisted sense of humor." I grinned, I already liked Emmett, and I bet we could pull some wicked pranks. The waitress returned with our food and drinks; I ordered a strawberry milkshake and a burger.

"And the rest?" I asked between bites of food and gulps of milkshake.

"Jasper is the second oldest, also eighteen, we adopted him two years ago. He was in military school all his life," Carlisle said. Poor Jasper, I was sent to military school one year when I was fourteen, it was not a pleasant experience. "Rosalie is Jasper's twin sister; we adopted her when she was five. Their parents left them on the streets when they were very young." It seems like all these kids have really bad backgrounds, maybe that's why Carlisle and Esme adopted them, to save them.

"Edward is seventeen, he's our biological son." So Esme could have children, I wonder why they only had one?

"Your biological son?"

"Yes, Edward was a miracle; the doctors told me I couldn't have children but then I got pregnant with Edward," Esme smiled slightly, placing her hand over her stomach as she re-lived the memory. Carlisle put an arm around her shoulders and hugged her gently.

"We are very grateful for him, and the rest of our children," he winked at me.

"Who is Bella?"

"Bella is also seventeen, we adopted her when she was twelve, and both her parents died in a car crash and left her with no remaining family." I instantly felt closer to Bella because my parents died in a car crash as well.

"Is that everyone?" I asked.

"Yes that's everyone, shall we go meet them?" Carlisle asked and I chocked on my milkshake.

"We're already in Forks?" I squeaked. Carlisle laughed and Esme put her hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry dear I'm sure they'll love you."

EPOV

The house was extremely quiet, too quiet. I narrowed my eyes, scanning the entrance. I was standing behind the kitchen door, a pot on my head. We are busy playing laser tag. Rosalie and Jasper is on my team and Alice and Bella is on Emmett's team. They were so going to lose. I heard a giggle from behind the piano and smiled victoriously. It was probably Alice or Bella; they were really bad at this. I sneaked over to the piano, careful not to make a noise. I jumped behind the piano, my gun ready, only to find that there was no one there. Oh no, I was out in the open, a sitting duck. I heard Emmett laugh evilly and spun to face him, his gun pointed to my chest.

"Sorry bro, you're out," he grinned wolfishly.

"Damn," I cursed, dropping my gun. "I hope Jasper or Rosalie kicks your ass."

"Highly unlikely bro," he waggled his eyebrows. I stared at him, he looked silly, he was wearing a pink ribbon in his hair and he had a pink belt tied over his shoulder.

"I must say Emmett, I am impressed that you are so in touch with your feminine side," I laughed and Emmett looked irritated.

"The pixie made me do it," he scoffed.

"So you are scared of Alice?" I suddenly noticed Rosalie lurking around the corner, her gun ready. She threw me a few hand signals and I nodded. I had to keep Emmett talking.

"No, I'm just a team player." He hit the pot on my head with his gun and grinned. "I haven't seen Jasper or Rosalie wearing a pot. Where are your teams spirit Eddie?" I hated it when he called me that. Rosalie nodded; she was ready to take Emmett out.

"Emmett you might want to look behind you." Emmett turned around and Rosalie shot him. He clutched his chest and fell to his knees.

"Why sister? Why?" he croaked. I was rolling on the floor laughing; he was such a drama queen. "Why?" he shouted one last time and fell on the floor, dead. Rosalie grinned and stood over Emmett, her foot on his back.

"I have slain the beast!" she shouted hoisting her gun up.

"Well done Rose!" I gave her a high five and poked Emmett with my foot. He was still dead. I looked at Rose and raised my eyebrows. She broke into a huge grin and ran into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a bottle of ketchup and a knife. My eyes widened, she was a genius. I took the bottle of ketchup and bent over Emmett.

"We are going to make your death more realistic, to trick Alice and Bella, are you game?" Emmett just nodded and continued playing dead as Rosa and I poured the ketchup all over him and over the floor. After that we put the knife in Emmett's hand a smeared some ketchup on it was well.

"Now what?" I asked as we finished decorating Emmett.

"Now act hysterical," she grinned deviously.

RPOV

The Cullen house was huge, and by huge I mean HUGE. The house was timeless, graceful and probably a hundred years old. It was painted a soft, faded white, three stories tall, rectangular and well proportioned. The windows and doors were either part of the original structure or a perfect restoration. It had a deep porch that wraps around the front of the house. I couldn't help but gawk at it. It is so beautiful and classic; I couldn't help but wonder if it was a hundred years old. Carlisle stopped in front of a glass front door and I hopped out, still admiring the house.

"Esme this place is beautiful," I whispered as she stood next to me.

"Thank you dear, now let's go inside and meet the kids," she smiled encouragingly. As we entered the house, a strong scent of ketchup washed over us. I saw Carlisle roll his eyes and Esme just shrugged. The inside of the first story was bright and open, with few internal walls. To the left of the front door was a wide central staircase and to the right a raised area with a grand piano center. Suddenly we heard a moan coming from behind the piano. We walked over to investigate, only to find something that would scar me for the rest of my life. A big black haired guy was lying on the floor, a knife in his hand, and he was covered in blood. The blood was smeared all over the place, like he had crawled there. That's when I noticed the rest of them. Two girls were in the corner, holding each other and crying. A blonde haired guy was comforting them; while the blonde girl and the bronze haired guy was laughing so hard they were rolling on the floor. I was completely shocked, how can they laugh when there is a dead guy on the floor. Carlisle just groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Great another body to dispose of." My eyes widened with shock, were these people like psycho serial killers? What had I gotten myself into? What if the murder me in my sleep? Esme laughed and put her arm around my shoulder.

"Emmett, get up, you are scaring Renesmee." The guy on the floor, Emmett, looked up and grinned.

"Sorry mom," he jumped up and winked at me. "Sorry kiddo, I was just playing a trick on those two," he pointed in the direction of the two girls who were still busy crying.

"Emmett go get cleaned up, the rest of you clean up this mess and meet us in the dining room in an hour." Esme's voice was soft, yet commanding. The two girls stopped crying and sulked up the stairs, while the other two who were rolling on the floor laughing walked into the kitchen. Carlisle stalked after them, looking mad.

"Sorry about them, I guess all of them are practical jokesters. Come on; let's go see your room," Esme pulled me up the stairs after her.

The room Esme pulled me in to was breathtaking, it was huge. The entire left wall was made of glass; all I could see was the green forest. The room was mostly white; there were a few bookcases against the right wall, along with a sofa, a stereo and a plasma screen. On the other side of the room there was a beautiful four poster bed and hundreds of cushions. I loved it, it was perfect.

"Wow Esme, this room is beautiful," I breathed.

"We can add some colour, I didn't want to because I didn't know your favorite colour."

"Purple," I laughed.

"Through there is the bathroom," she said, pointing to a door across from the bed. I skipped to it, anxious to see if it was anything like the bedroom. When I got to the door there was water coming out from underneath it. Oh no. I opened the door and to find my entire bathroom filled with rubber ducks and water. My bathtub was filled to the brim and there were bubbles everywhere.

"Mom! Don't let Renesmee go into the bathroom!" The short haired girl cried, running in to the room.

"Alice, you knew about this?" Esme put her hand on her hips and glared at Alice. She blushed and nodded guiltily. "Mary Alice I am very disappointed that you would play such a nasty trick on your sister, where is Emmett?" Alice pointed to the bathroom and I stuck my head in.

"Hi sis!" Emmett yelled, he was in the bathtub wearing full scuba gear, a tank and everything. He smirked at me and waggled his eyebrows.

"Renesmee why don't you go downstairs while I give these two a piece of my mind," Esme said. I nodded and walked out of the room, I hope each of them wakes up tomorrow morning with the worst afro ever.

EPOV

Oh that was classical. Emmett was lying on the floor; he played the role perfectly well. Bella and Alice were hysterical and Rosalie and I were rolling on the floor. Until Esme, Carlisle and Renesmee walked into the room. Carlisle was mad that we scared Renesmee, and made us clean the entrance and wash his car. After we done that, we went to wait in the dining room to introduce ourselves to Renesmee. She looked nice but I think we scared her a bit; Emmett was lying dead on the floor. Jasper was already sitting in the dining room, reading a book on the American Civil War.

"So Jazzy," Rosalie said as she fell into the chair next to him, punching his shoulder. "Did we scare ya?"

Jasper laughed and shook his head. "I was kinda relieved that he was dead, he put me in the pool this morning. Karma's a bitch." Rosalie laughed and I shook my head.

"Maybe we should actually consider killing him," Jasper smirked.

"I'll get the chain saw," I waggled my eyebrows.

"We should do it in the bathtub, it could get messy," Rosalie laughed.

"And then we'll scatter his dismembered body parts around town." That's when I noticed Renesmee standing in the door, her eyes wide. She must think we are serial killers. Jasper laughed and shook his head.

"Don't worry Renesmee, we weren't actually going to do it," he smiled. Renesmee grimaced and sat down on the other end of the table.

"I was hoping you actually were going to do it, he flooded my bathroom and put rubber ducks everywhere and on top of it all he was busy scuba diving in my bathtub." Jasper was hosing himself at this; Rosalie on the other hand, looked irritated.

"Sure we could kill him," I laughed.

"He is so childish," Rosalie groaned. Jasper was still laughing, it looked like he was about to fall off the chair.

"You should be mad at Alice, she knew what he was going to do and she didn't stop it," Jasper said. "And don't feel bad, he plays pranks on everyone."

"You guys are crazy, no offence," she smiled shyly.

"None taken; besides being normal is boring. Now, how about we plan some revenge?"

A/N again I am so sorry for the late update. Please read and review!