Discliamer** I am no Stephanie Meyer-I lovvveee her woorrkkk.

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NEYA POV

It was impossible to be around Nessie and not love her to pieces. It was just one of those things-natural, easy as breathing. Kinda like being with Seth. Hmm..Seth. I didn't get to see him before we left. Though I loved him, I couldn't help but think about the little catch. The fact that he was a werewolf. I mean, I'd always had an imagination. It wasn't hard for me to accept the fact that mythical creatures were the secret identities of these people. To me, itm only made them more fascinating.

I pulled myself back into the present. Nessie was driving, a canary yellow Porsche, that she said used to belong to her Aunt Alice. Alice had apparently grown tired of the beautiful vehicle, and passed it down to Nessie. How she could have grown tired of this machine escaped me. I let my mind wander back to Seth, and the wolves, finally remembering all the tribal stories that were told at the bonfires. The stories of the cold ones. I would never forget those few tense moments in the car back to La Push, when I joked about the cold Ones, and Nessie froze up. I couldn't help but wonder if she had anything to do with them. If they too, existed.

I looked Nessie over. She was inhumanely beautiful, of course, and that ticked one box. But she had colour in her cheeks, and her wide eyes were a deep, chocolate brown. Nothing like her grandfathers piercing gold. And she aged. I had seen a couple of pictures on Jakes dresser of a young Nessie. So she had to be human. But there was something there. I itched to ask her questions about the werewolves, but I knew if I did I would tell her about Seth. Darn. I could tell I would be good friends with Nessie.

We had passed Forks a few minutes ago, and were now driving along a soaking wet gravel road. The road was shrouded in trees. Suddenly Nessie made a sharp turn into a tiny driveway. I didn't even see it. Maybe I needed my eyes checked. We drove for another few mintues, Nessie chatting away about Jake and the guys, until we drove into a perfectly kept lawn, at the end of which was a magnificent house. Words couldn't describe its beauty. We pulled up and the radio cut out, but Nessie kept singing. She belted out another few words, and finished with a perfect ringing note.

I briefly saw the front door open and a tiny, pixielike woman ran down the stairs towards us. She had a bright smile on her face, and her clothing was designer. But most of all, she was inhumanely beautiful.

"Neya!" she called, running up to hug me and peck my cheek. Her skin was ice cold and very, very hard. That ticks another box, I thought. Nessie was smiling happily, so I smiled very widely at the woman.

She laughed. "I'm Alice Cullen. It's great to finally meet you." I smiled.

"Neya Black. You too." Nessie grinned and Alice and her grabbed my hands and dragged me into the house. As we crossed the threshold, two things made my jaw drop. First, was the house itself. The living room was white, perfect and well designed. A huge grand piano was standing on a small platform on the opposite side of the house. It was magnificent.

The second thing that made me stare in wonder were the seven people standing in the room. One, was Dr Carlisle Cullen. The handsome doctor smiled and waved at me with one hand, and secured his other arm around a small, rounded beautiful woman, with caramel coloured hair and a mothers smile.

The next was a tall, slender man with honey coloured hair and his arm around Alice, who had skipped over to join them.

The next pair was a huge, dark haired man, a serious weight lifter. He was tightly embracing a woman that could have been a swimsuit model, her figure was that brilliant.

She had long, golden hair, and a smile on her shockingly gorgeous face. And finally, Nessie had skipped over to a young man with her strange bronze hair, and a perfect face, and a stunning brunette with Nessies chocolate eyes. These must be her parents. And they don't look a day over twenty.

Another box ticked, I thought.

The one that looked like a mother reached over to me and shook my hand gently. Wow that was cold.

"Its very nice to know you." She whispered gently. I let my reluctant, shocked face stretch into a smile.

"You too..er.." I paused, looking at her.

"Esme."

I laughed. "Esme." I finished. She giggled and turned to her family with an expectant look on her face. Carlisle stepped forward.

"We've already met." He smiled. "How's your head, Neya?"

I returned the smile. "All fine." Alice tugged on her parteners arm, and he stepped forward.

"My name is Jasper."

"Hello Jasper." Beauty and the Beast were next, I thought. I saw Nessies impossibly young father snort, and everyone looked at him in confusion. I turned my attention back to the couple. The statuesque woman smiled.

"Rosalie." Her brawny man leaned towards me, hand outstretched, and mine was lost in his huge grasp.

"I'm Emmett." He laughed. He flicked me, and I laughed and held my hand up for a high five. As he reached for it, I pulled away.

"Too cool." I giggled. Emmett grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.

"Do you like swimming, Neya? Because theres a very large river out back." I laughed as he set me down. I felt a slight tug on my arm, and I turned to see Nessie staring at me. The beautiful bronze haired man stepped forward.

"My name is Edward. I'm Nessies father." The brunette smiled, and Nessie threw herself into the womans arms. She smiled at me.

"My name is Bella."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Edward. You too Bella." The family smiled, and two by two they disappeared to some unknown area of the house, until only Bella, Edward, Nessie and I were left. Nessie began to tow me around the house, and I got the grand tour. As we returned to the living room, we heard the tinkling of the piano, and saw Edward and Bella playing. It was a beautiful harmony, one I had never heard before. Nessie looked at me.

"Mamma's lullaby." She whispered, and I understood that Edward must have written it for Bella. Nessie drifted towards the piano, me following, and plopped herself in between her parents. I hung back, watching in awe. She played flawlessy, her fingers moving perfectly in synchronization. She looked up at my expression, giggling.

"Do you play any instruments, Neya?" Bella asked.

"Umm..a little of guitar, and some vocal cords." I laughed. I had played around a little back home with my fathers old guitar, writing a couple of songs here and there. I wasn't that good. The god like parents were smiling happily at me, obviously happy about Nessies new friend. Ness stood up.

"Okay, now its time to show you where I live." She laughed and pulled me outside to the giant garage.

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NESSIE POV

This was going well. It really really was. Neya was having fun. I was too. My family loved her to pieces. This was going to be epic. I dragged her quickly to the garage, thankful that Daddy had thought to put two shiny dirtbikes in the garage for human visitors, and when I didn't feel like running to the cottage. I was worried she wouldn't like bikes, or that she couldn't ride them, but when I saw her face light up, I knew this was perfect. I laughed at her excited expression.

"I'm guessing you know how to ride a dirt bike?"

"Nessie." She laughed, a smug look on her face. "I taught Jacob Black everything he knows."

A few minuntes later, we were flying along the worn dirt track to the cottage. We got to a fork, and I skidded to a stop. Neya copied me. I took off my helmet.

"Okay, from here, we can take the left fork, and just got straight over the river, or we can take the right fork, and use the jumps."

Neya looked at me like I was insane. "You stopped for that?" she laughed, and before I knew it she was speeding away down the right fork, taking each jump easily. Wow, she really did know what she was doing.

A few minutes later, I caught up to her, and led the way to the cottage. I loved it just as much as Momma did. It was like a fairytale. I heard Neyas intake of breath as she looked at it. We dumped the bikes in our little shed, and walked inside. Gave her the tour, finally stopping in the tiny kitchen. I cooked us up some popcorn, one of the few human foods I liked, and we went and sat on my bed to talk.

After going through all the usual topics, Neya stood up, and went over to my bookcase. Momma and I had our secret fetish with our books. I had a vast collection back at the main house, and the cottage living room, but my favorites were in my small bookcase. Neya browsed carefully through them, smiling gently. She must have been a bookworm too. That was funny. She slid her fingers gently over the books, scanning titles. Suddenly she stopped, pulling an old, deep blue book from the shelf. She looked at the title in confusion.

"Quileute Legends?" she asked, frowning. I giggled. I had acquired that book when I was younger. Momma had brought it from Grandpa Charlies house. She had got it the first year she knew Daddy, when she suspected that he was a vampire. My Jacob had told her briefly of the stories of the 'Cold Ones'. I had brought the book to my room, to show that I had a bit of Quileute, and a bit of vampire here.

While I was thinking, Neya had flicked the book open, and was tracing the title of chapter three. 'COLD ONE.' I sat up straight, positive that she was remembering the time in the car. She looked at me in shock.

"Your family." She breathed. "They're vampires, aren't they?"

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A few hours later, everything was explained. Well, about my family at least. And the funny thing was, Neya wasn't at all shocked. She assured me she always thought the bonfire legends were true. Now she was positive. Surprisingly, she asked no questions about the wolves. I decided to bring up the subject.

"So, Neya. Are you going to tell me why you haven't asked me if any other legends are true?"

She blushed. "Uh…um…no reason?"

I stared at her intensely. "Neya, remember when I told you about the Volturi, and how all our friends from around the world came and helped?" Including the wolves, I edited in in my mind. She nodded.

"There was an Irish vampire named Maggie, who had the gift of being able to tell if a person is lying." Neya looked confused. And a little worried.

I continued. "Well, I learnt a few things about liars. Like how to tell if someone is lying." She stood up slowly.

"And you, Neya, are lying."

Ten minutes later, Neya spilled. And two hours later, I had promised that I would not tell about Seth, I had a new best friend, and Jacob Black burst through my bedroom door. But, luckily, he hadn't heard us talking. But gee, this was going to be hard. Obviously, Neya agreed with me, proved by her halfhearted attempt to hide her happiness when Seth skipped in behind Jacob. Thankfully, Jacob and I were soon too caught up in our non-verbal greeting for him to notice.