New Chapter. I hope it is not confusing. I tried my best to make it make sense. Well, I hope you like it.

and like I said a million times, don't worry I'll explain things I haven't explained yet. so please be patient. lol. :D


It was after school. Edward didn't want to but he had to leave Bella. He told her that he would see her tomorrow and teased her about missing him. Of course she blushed but she didn't and couldn't admit that to him. It was terrifying. He walked her to her car, they talked for a bit then she watched him walk to his car. Before he got in, he smiled to her then entered his vehicle. When he drove off, that was when she started to breathe.

As she walked home, her mind wandered. Why did Edward have so much affect on her? Did he really? Or was it something else? But what? As she walked around the corner, she noticed which road she was. She hurried down the street and smiled as she saw the small book store. Her body numbly walks in, entering the small store. As she opened the door, a bell rings from above. The store is empty, books scarcely on selves and dust scattered all over the place. It seemed like no one has been here for days. Then she heard footsteps, then someone came out from the back, a middle aged man around his fifties, his white cloud like hair, fading blue eyes and his thin lips smiled.

"Good after, Ms. Swan."

Now she officially knew that it was a small town. Everyone knew everything. Even the younger kids knew her as she walked around town. "Hi, uhm..." She stammered, sheepishly smiling wondering what his name was.

"Jimmy Taylor." Bella grinned and nodded once.

She walked up to him and asked nervously, "Do you have anything different." He narrowed his eyes. "I mean a nice book that I'd enjoy." He thought about for a minute and then suddenly a smile formed on his thin lips. He holds up a finger then goes to the cashier desk, digging in the drawers. He pulls something out after a minute of searching with an "ah-hah" and him, holding up the paper. Bella bit her lip, looking at the paper only to see that it was only one page, and it barely seemed that it had five hundred words.

"I may be teenager but I'm the type who actually reads thick books." She laughed out.

Jimmy chucked a loud laugh that filled the small store. "I'm sure you'll like it." He gave it to her and walked to the back. Bella sighed, looking at the small piece of paper that was covered with plastic. She moved to a table near the window, and sat down. She held the paper in both hands, and began to read it out loud.

"He could hear her screams from far away. He wished he could go any faster but he couldn't. Normally he was fast but he wasn't fast enough." And she was lost. She read it quietly now, her mind thinking of every word, setting a scene in her mind. Her mind wandered. Every word touched her. Every word buried in her heart as she kept reading. Then she suddenly stopped her mouth agape and her eyes barely wide. She stopped at the name Edward and Jacob, then Renesemee. Then it was Alice, Rosalie, Jasper and Emmett. She closed her mouth. She straightened up, straightening her spine. She glanced around, and then read it till she was finished. She read the lasts words out loud, numbly. "Howls from the pack echoed unison with Edward's cries.... Bella.... she never came back."

And now her name.

The man came from the back and walked toward her. His lips smiled, his eyes beaming gleefully. Bella smiled weakly. Before Jimmy could reach her, he grabbed a box of clean-nix and hands it to her. She wondered why he gave it to her, and then she realized she was crying. But why? For this story? It was amazing but she had never cried over something like this, or even a death in a story or a movie. She wasn't heartless, she knew the obvious reason was that it was acting and it wasn't real. But she did cry for deaths in the real world. But she had never cried once for her mother. She didn't know why, but she didn't. She just couldn't.

He sat down beside her and grinned, reassuringly. "It's a wonderful story, isn't it?" he asked. Bella nodded, wiping her cheeks.

"When was it written?" she managed to say, but it came out as a croak.

"Eighty years ago." He said, coughing it out as he inhaled dust. "I should really clean this place out, since you've been my only customer for a month." Startled, she placed the paper on the table and stared at it. Eighty years ago? Who wrote this? She scanned the page, looking at both side but nothing was there. No name, no initials. Who wrote it? If only she knew. She held it between her fingers; softly brushing her fingers on each name. "It's weird though," that me and my friends names - except Kyle's - are on this too? Bella quickly thought to herself. Yep it's totally weird. "That there's no author, and that I've only got it two years ago with a note saying when it was written, and where. But it said nothing of an author's name." They sat, silent. "Well, I best be off." He smiled and left.

Bella left the paper on the table and also left. As she made it home, Ewan came running down the stairs. Naked! Charles came down the stairs also, soaked. He was holding towel as he ran after his son. Bella snorted a laugh. She climbed up the stairs and locked herself in her room. She threw off her sweater and slumped down on her bed. Her mind wandered. The story. Edward. Vampire. Did they really have such an effect on her?


"So who's the kid?" Jacob said as the stranger sat across from them. Carlisle came in, with his files in both hands. A young boy in baggy pants, brown sweater and a matching beanie sat in the love seat as the teens and Carlisle and Esme stood, studying the young boy. The boy in front of them seemed different. Different as in Reincarnated. Carlisle had explained that he called an old friend and asked for this young boy named Mathayus to come. For their speed it had only taken the whole school day for the young boy to travel from his home to the Cullens'.

"I was talking with an old friend this morning. We've spoken about all sorts of things and I mentioned about our Bella situation. And he knew something similar about it." Carlisle explained. Edward and the others studied the young boy for a long time. Carlisle took out a picture from one of the files and gave it to Edward. The picture had a young sixteen year old boy exactly the same as Mathayus only his hair was pulled back into a pony tail and he had an old fashion clothing suit on. "This is Mathayus Carnell. Born in 1750 and died in 1866." He took out another found in the other file and gave it to Renesemee. "This is Mathayus Carnell. Born 1950." Renesemee and Edward studied both pictures and Mathayus himself. They all looked exactly the same. Every freckle, even the same exact color hair and eyes were the same. Carlisle sat beside Mathayus and said, "Why don't you tell us what happened."

Mathayus cleared his throat and a moment later he finally had the guts to say something. "My name is Mathayus Carnell. My birth name was Mathayus Gregory but when my maker Maximilian Carnell changed me I became a Carnell. I met my brother, Jonathan and my mother Elizabeth after my transformation was complete. I hadn't understood why he changed me, until he told me that I was dying from a lethal tumour. I've never met this man before and yet he had a heart for such a stranger. Years later, my brother, Jonathan and I went out for a hunt. He envied me, for he thought that our father said I was his favourite. I tried to tell him he loved us equally but he wouldn't listen, rage had taken over him. He was always the strongest, but I managed a couple minutes until he killed me. His own brother, in cold blood." His fists were clenched. Carlisle nodded to his son Jasper. Abruptly Mathayus was calm and relaxed.

Moments had past and nothing was said. Until, "I've heard of vampires and werewolves and shape shifters. But I had never met a zombie before." Jacob said out loud. Renesemee hit him in the stomach and scowled at him. Mathayus laughed but said nothing.

"He's not a zombie, Jake." Alice said, suddenly beside Mathayus. She grabbed his chin with her fingers and sniffed him. "He's human," Her mouth agape. "And vampire."

"What?" Edward said, startled. Another halfy?

"I smell no venom in you." Alice said softly, sniffing once more. "You've never been bitten."

"Let him finish his story first." Carlisle said, gently pulling Alice away from the young boy.

"Then a century had past. I was born on April twentieth in nineteen-fifty. I was human. I was alive. At the age of sixteen, I left for Europe for my father's job. When we moved in this century old house, I would have these weird and very vivid visions and dreams. I would hear voices saying "Mathayus come back home." From a man a woman. I didn't understand what was going on. I've felt so vulnerable, so scared and alone. I didn't have anyone to talk to. Then days had past and I met a man in his mid twenties and his name was Maximilian Carnell." Mathayus said, a smile tugging on his lips. "Then everything flushed in. Memories of my pervious life came rushing in my own new thoughts. I had been born again. But I was confused. Then yet, I still knew that he was my father and that my mother was near. They said things about my brother but I hadn't bothered to listen. I haven't forgiven him for what he did." He cleared his throat, and muffled at his tousled hair. "I had a life with them, but I still had a life with my father. I couldn't choose. But as years went on. I hadn't aged a bit and I had the power of controlling ice like I use to have as a vampire. Yet, I was not bitten nor changed into a creature like my father and mother."

"I'm confused," Renesemee said, from behind her father. She stepped in Mathayus' gaze. "You were not bitten but you don't age and you have powers like us." She said, gesturing "us" to her family with her hands.

"My theory is that," Mathayus cleared his throat and locked eyes with the young girl. "I'm like a ghost. There are other people like me too. I lived for centuries and I've seen people that I thought were dead. What I believe is there is no such thing as ghosts. But that I'm a ghost-humans. And those people I met and thought were dead are ghosts. We were reincarnated. We had a life that ended so fast and we didn't get to complete it and Fate itself thought we needed to continue it." He ran his fingers through his hair. "That is my explanation of my Reincarnation and to your wife's Reincarnation." Edward flinched invisibly but grinned at the young boy.

"What about the whole half human and vampire thing you have going on?" Asked Emmett from the corner.

"I was a vampire in my pervious life and that I am a human in this life. But my human side disappears slowly every single day. I still have my human side because of my father. Because my human side is slowly disappearing is because my father is dying. What I believe is that, my human side lives on for humans that I hold dearly to my heart. And when he passes, it will disappear and I will be a full vampire."

"Wow." Everyone except Alice, Edward and Renesemee said.

"Bella met us already," Alice said, and looked at Edward, he nodded. "Her memories should be back now."

"Her memories are supposed to be back, right?" Renesemee glanced at Mathayus.

"There suppose to." Mathayus said.

"If they did, she would've been here right now." Alice said. The four teens had their faces in deep thought. As for the other's they hadn't understood what they were talking about.

"She was a shield." Edward whispered. "She had the power of a shield."

"What you're saying is?" Renesemee asked to her father.

"She's shielding herself from the truth." Edward said numbly. The room was quiet and no one said a thing. Bella was supposed to know them by now. Was it her power that was shielding her from her memories? Could her power actually do that?

Edward stood and left.


Like I said before. I hope it was not confusing. Well, I tried. Review please.