A/N: ATTENTION! ATTENTION! Do NOT read below! Go back and start at chapter one! I changed a lot! But yes, starting last night I've been rewriting and posting I bet you're proud haha ^^. Let's see… No I am not dead, not dropped off the face of the earth :P. the only thing that makes me sad is that none of the rewrites popped up in your inboxes…. So I'll talk to you at the bottom :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Bella's family, Bella's kid, and the idea for this story. No music or anything Twilight-related is mine, read on!
EPOV
I sighed, we'd been travelling all day, since, of course, Astoria, Oregon, is not beside Minnesota. My family does tend to drive faster, so we got there a lot sooner than any humans would have. Jasper, then Emmett, passed an "Entering Minneapolis" sign, now turning straight north, because that's where the forests are.
They drove for a while longer, deep in the forests, until we eventually got out to search for the scent of vampires, otherwise we would be unable to find it. Eventually Carlisle found a faint scent so we ran back to the cars, speeding into that direction. Finally we pull up to the large gate that we saw on the television. Everyone around me started to get nervous. They never really thought out a plan, only to come here, but what if she wouldn't let them see her?
They all fidgeted nervously as we drove away, finding a place to pull off the road and out of sight in the trees. Everyone climbed out and went back to the gate, talking quietly and trying to come up with a quick plan. They pretty much decided just to scale the fence and knock at the door, and come what may. They all agreed and Rosalie pulled me along as they jumped the fence. We walked up the winding driveway, paved and a black, old-fashioned light posts around it.
Eventually the narrow, winding road opened up, showing a large green lawn of manicured grass and the road went in a circle in front of the house itself. The house… it did look similar to ours, but now that I look at it in person… its very different. It's modern, but looks kind of historic, the same square, proportionate, but massive. A large patio wraps around the front, a few wooden porch swings on it. It was evident a child was here, there were some toys scattered about, a few figurine farm animals on the floor of the porch, a wagon near the tire swing, with a doll on it.
After the road circled in front of the house, it branched off and disappeared behind it, I suppose to a garage. As my family and I approached the home, faint whispers, laughter and music could be heard resonating from it. Esme knocked, but no one ever came to the door so she tried the handle, it swung open easily, giving us access to what is now Bella's home.
Inside we stepped, looking about nervously, the floor plan open and airy. From what was in view, there was a few steps down to a sunken living area, a large sectional sofa, window seats in front of the large bay window that opened, because one was slightly ajar, showing some toys inside. A large television and some photos filled the rest of the space. Making it simple, but comfortable.
The kitchen was right beside it, and was rather large in size, a big island in the middle and all stainless steel appliances. Several chairs were pushed out but it seemed deserted. I breathed deeply and the space simply was bathed in Bella's scent, as well as many others. The lights were mostly off, being the wide windows were open and the curtains pushed away. The curtains swayed in the breeze. There was a large staircase to the left, one half leading u and the other down. We all headed up and slowly spread out to explore.
Destiny's room was just how it looked on the television. Mint green, Sky blue, and chocolate brown, with a canopy bed off to one side. There was a fish tank built into the wall, through which you could see another room. There were several posters on the wall, Disney movies I recognized, as well as some music. There were toys here and there, and I realized that the window seat in here as well functioned as a toy box. There was a wooden barn on the floor, housing more of the animals like the ones outside. At the foot of the bed sat a few well-worn stuffed animals but what intrigued me most were a couple of things: one a child sized acoustic guitar on a stand, two a small electric keyboard, and three, the mural on the far wall, the one of our meadow by the looks of it.
I walked closer, reaching out to touch the wall. I could feel brushstrokes; someone had painstakingly painted this on the wall, perfectly. I looked for a long moment, and then on the far right corner of the wall I found a signature: Isabella Masen.
I turned, realizing I could go to her room, and found it immediately, across the hallway. I stepped into it, bathed by her scent as I surveyed the settings. Immediately I was drawn to a corner with a large mirror, almost from floor to ceiling, probably about seven feet wide, the one where the edges were covered in photos. At the very edges were older ones, Bella as a child, but I could see only ones with her and Charlie, and ones with this other couple. Some as she got older, with a large group of other kids. Suddenly the scenery changed and her hair was black, she was onstage in several shots, behind some drums. I stared at these pictures, she could be no older than thirteen, impossible. There were teenage boys in front of her, one being a vampire boy she was onstage with last night. As I stared at the photos I realized I recognized them as a whole, this was the early line-up for the band Metro Station. My eyes went wide at this realization, and I looked back at the childhood photos. The boys in the pictures, the human, children boys, were onstage last night, those were the vampires.
My eyes automatically looked to the other pictures; I watched her age to a teenager, then get to the point where she moved to Forks. There were pictures of our friends and I gaped as I saw the ones I had taken from her, the ones of myself that I hid under the floorboards of her room. Then a big gap happened, and the next picture I saw was her sitting hand in hand with Angela Weber, looking pregnant, on the edge of a stage, I pulled it off the mirror to stare at it, turning it over to see her handwriting.
March 2008, 6 Months Along, Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School, NYC
A/N: Hey! I'm back! And a few things to say/ask: How do you like the rewrite? The events? I'm NOT going along with the timeline of the original books, so the year Twilight and the beginning of New Moon happened is in 2007, not 2005, sorry if it's confusing. That means it is currently 2011 in the story above. :P hmmm… That high school in the end… You've all seen Fame, right? ;) –thinks some more-
I have a story rec for you all to tie you over until the next update. Her name is Jessi and she is my best friend in the whole world. Her Fanfic name is NinjaVampireEmoKid. The story itself is called Solar and Lunar and she recently started it up again, so I say go "Show her the love" :D OHHH plus, its co-written with me so I know you'll like it ;). Until the next chapter, Tiffany
