Chapter 9: Carlisle's talk.

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Sorry about the wait guys, I had the worst day. Lets sum it down to: The woman that might be my future mother-in-law thinks I have the IQ of a demented snail, we cant all be rocket scientist (literally) like her son. That topped with the fact that her husband had to go to the emergency room and she was freaking out as she made us diner, at least I tried to calm her down. On a happier note go see 21, its a really good movie. -sobs in corner.-

Onward my friends into the land of Twilight, -grin- where everything is edible and reality is not what it seems.

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Emmett sat me down in the devastated living room. There was not one pieces of the Cullens stylish furniture left in its former state of glory. The rugs looked burned in places, the glass from the coffee table lay glistening around the room, the frame was a helpless, impossible shape. There were legs missing from most of the furniture and one of the couches smelled suspiciously of piss.

Esme was sitting on the floor in what appeared to be a state of shock, a deep sob would come from her chest every now and then. Jasper leaned on the broken railing of the staircase, he looked like he had just witnessed the WWIII. There were two halves of a ripped piece of paper on the step in front of him.

Carlisle was sporting a black eye and was laying in the remains of what had, in some past lifetime, been a piano. He looked shell shocked and was holding what looked like white confetti.

Emmett, stunned just stared at the scene of the birthplace of Armageddon with his mouth held open. "What? Esme..." Esme shook her head and another heart broken wail came from her pathetic form.

Emmett looked faintly horrified as he turned to Jasper. "Jasper what the hell?!" jasper was already shaking his head slowly, his eyes never left the broken crystal remains of the plasma screen wall-I-vision that had been Emmett's pride and joy.

I heard the sound of pure heart break, the kind you hear from a mother that has just lost all of her children, relations and spouse in a hellish, fiery head on collision with an incoming freight train. Emmett fell to the floor on his knees a sob still in his throat, He had his hands extended towards the sky and his eyes on the shattered remains of his life's obsession. His life's work, the twisted remains of an Xbox, lay not to far away from Carlisle, who still did not appear capable of speech.

I looked around the wasteland and felt like the uninvited guest at a funeral. Alice skipped into the room behind me, she seemed to have gotten over her dispute with Rosalie, though I don't think much could faze the deranged one. I was wrong.

"OH, MY, GOD! Esme, what's wrong? what happened?" Alice ran over to Esme who had finally given up staring at her lost treasure and had began banging her head into the floor, she was leaving dents.

I glanced over at Emmett who had not moved from his Why-God-Why? Pose. Jasper's traumatized gaze had now moved to the bookshelf on the other side of the room, or at least where the book shelf had been. The faint smell of burning paper coming from the kitchen told me where the books had gone.

Another wail came from Emmett as he curled himself up into a ball sobbing.

Rosalie appeared in the door way and took a horrified glance around the room her eyes finally settling on her broken husband. She gave me a filthy look and took off into the woods again.

Alice was still trying to comfort Esme, she was trying to get some answers too. I walked over to them not really knowing what else to do. "Esme?" I flinched back expecting to be attacked but Esme just wailed harder. "It was, it... They..." Esme sat up and sniffed again, she took a deep breath and seemed to pull herself together.

"Well, they came in like normal, we were all sitting around the table having a pot of herb tea and making small talk, it was quite nice."

She gave a faint smile, the smile of someone that had aged twenty years in a very short span of time. "Well, anyway Chief Swan started to ask about Bella and when we told him about the accident..." Her eyes got wide and she looked around the room terrified as if something was going to jump out at her.

"Alice, dear." Her voice was tiny. "They, they didn't take it well. Charlie, the poor dear, he broke down and was escorted out by that nice Mike Newton boy." She stood up from her spot on the floor with another sob. She teetered unsteadily for a moment then walked over to a broom that was missing half its bristles, it looked like it had been used as some kind of sword.

"Then the others... The Quielets, They just sort of... Attacked." She looked dazed again, "they were everywhere. They destroyed everything they could get their hands on, then... Poof... they were gone." Esme was starting to sound like she was high so we sat her down next to Carlisle. "They hit me in the face with an Xbox controller."

He sounded far away and Emmett gave another pained sob. I noticed the little pieces of multicolored plastic bits that were scattered around Carlisle, he had not moved an inch.

Alice and I looked at each other, "Alice, why did this happen?" She shrugged, "the Quielets don't like us, they know we're vampires, they probably think we've drained you dry but they don't have any proof so." She swept her arm at the demolished sitting room.

"So, they just go around destroying stuff in your house if people go missing?" Alice smiled, "no, but Charlie is a good friend of Bills right?" I nodded not seeing where this was going at all, I think the trauma was starting to get to Alice now too. "The Quielets are a werewolf gang down at La Push." I raised an eyebrow, werewolves.

"Werewolves?" Alice sighed, "Bella, the werewolves and our family have a treaty, none of us can bite a human, it appears my idiotic brother broke it. That is why our den is in shambles, they were looking for human blood." The term blood hound comes to mind, I had no idea why it was funny but I started laughing hysterically, a few seconds later jasper joined in as well that set off the rest.

We just stood in the shambles of a den that could once have graced the covers of House Beautiful, crying with laughter. It was a little sad actually.

The Cullens managed to pull themselves to their feet and began to clean and repair what they could. Alice and Esme left to go get new furniture, I felt sorry for whatever store they hit. Emmett had grabbed a laptop from upstairs and was ordering another TV I shuttered at the price that I saw flash across the screen.

Most of the cleaning supplies had been used as ammunition so Jasper had gone to the store to get more while I picked up the ruble of the piano.

So, now along with vampires there were werewolves to worry about, great. I was beginning to worry that some sick deity had taken a dislike to me, that would explain a lot actually.

Carlisle was cleaning up the bigger, and sharper, things. They had not let me anywhere near any of the glass and they had been leery of the piano but I promised not to touch any of the metal parts. After my wood cleaning job was over I moved onto into kitchen, where I dropped my garbage sack and stared.

The marble countertop had been smashed to glimmering pieces as if something heavy had been thrown into it. The sink was spewing a good deal of water into the air, it was soaking the tile which was also broke in various places. The kitchen table was a pile of ashes mixed with the remains of books and paintings.

I glanced at the ceiling to find long cracks running through the plaster, the chandelier was M.I.A. I wondered if the werewolves had got upstairs, or more importantly, into Alice's room.

I moved past the wreaked refrigerator and sat down on an amazingly untouched chair. Jasper came into the room behind me, "it was that damn mutt Sam. He's the only one that has actually warped yet. The bastard threw me into the counter, Esme spent three weeks in Asia to get that shade of blue.

I looked at the shattered counter again. "I still cant believe they just started trashing you house. Cant you do anything?" he smiled at me, "not really, if we press charges Charlie will have to come out again, we don't want to cause him anymore worry. Besides how would we explain all the damage?"

He shrugged, "it doesn't really matter, we have to leave soon anyway, and Alice has been wanting to shop for a new living room set for a while now." He handed me a broom and a dust pan, "could you get the ashes, I'll check upstairs for any damage." With that he turned and disappeared up the stairs.

I moved solemnly over to the pile and began to sweep up the remains of the little bonfire and moved all the salvable books to a little pile in the corner. As I pushed a few of the chairs out the back door I noticed the small fountain in Esme's garden had also been smashed to rubble, shaking my head I walked back inside.

We worked for a good part of the day, repairing, rearranging and making list of things that had been broken and needed to be re purchased. Carlisle and the rest were talking to me a good deal more than they had yet, it felt good to be able to talk to someone.

Emmett came in a little while later, he had gone out shortly after reordering his new TV so he would not have to bare the sight of his broken one. He had brought me a supreme pizza from Pizza Hut which I gratefully gulped down.

Emmett had sniffed one of the pieces for a while until Jasper had dared him to eat it, Emmett had quickly shoved the piece back in the box and went off to join Carlisle who was rewiring the kitchen light with the found chandelier.

Luckily the werewolves had not gotten to the upper floors and they had only torn apart the lower part of the bannister. Esme was ecstatic that her house was not completely ruined but Alice seemed a little disappointed not to be able to shop for a whole house worth of stuff, she had already had a plan made.

After working a little more in the kitchen I had gladly slipped down to my room to work on a small project I had started last night. I was trying to move my screen to a better position on the wall to give me more room to change but at the same time keeping the clothes rack within reach. The project was not working out so well.

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Five hours later.

Much later in the afternoon Carlisle called every down, or up in my case, for a meeting. We assembled in the kitchen in a little circle of mismatched chairs, most of which looked like lawn furniture.

Carlisle sat grimly on a bench next to Esme, his face was set in a brooding line. "OK everyone, as you know the search party has came and left." He grimaced a little and there was a touch of pain in his voice. I noticed he still had a black eye, though how a vampire could have one I do not know.

"Now that no one else will come looking for Bella I think we should finally lay down some ground rules." He turned to me and gave me a fatherly smile. "Bella, since you are going to be living in this house I think you should be able to leave your room without an escort. Though if you try to escape again, this privilege will be revoked."

I nodded, I knew I was being treated like a child but I didn't want to be trailed all the time.

Rosalie snorted, she had not spoken to me since our talk in the woods. I had gone down to my room to find a large suitcase full of stacked thousand dollar bills, a one way business class plane ticket to London and a note telling me to get the hell out of the house before midnight.

I had to admit her offer was tempting but no sooner than I had picked up the plane ticket than Alice had ran down the stairs and ripped apart the ticket, letter, suitcase, and money. I had been a little shocked, ten million dollars, gone.

As the green confetti rained down on us Alice gave me a death glare to match no other, "no." The growl had made me fear for my soul and left me shivering as the pixie girl stalked out of my room

I glanced back over at Carlisle, he seemed to be in deep thought. "Bella, you need to get out and have a little fresh air. how would you like to go to Seattle? You could go see a movie with Alice and Emmett."

He still seemed thoughtful, as though deciding if this really was a good idea. The others left no room for debate, they grinned and leaned forward in their seats, pleading looks plastered across their faces. I sighed, this had to be the oddest group of vampires in the world, but what could I do?

"Ok, sure." The second word had barely left my mouth before Alice had grabbed me and practically flew me up the stairs to her room.

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Two hours and fifteen minutes later.

I had to admit the dress did look good on me, I was just glad I couldn't read the Italian price tag. Alice danced around me with a tiny brush finishing off my makeup, she had a look of pure bliss on her face.

I looked like I had been ran over by something heavy, not physically of course, I was hurting on the inside.

Fifteen minutes later we were on the road to Seattle, going well over the speed limit. I sat in the back-seat gripping the edge of the leather seat trying to hold onto my last meal, the pizza was intent on making it's grand reentrance into the world of light.

Emmett, or course, was driving. He would glance back at me and smile every five minutes, I feared for myself and everyone else on the road.

Jasper was looking grimly out the window, his eyes were black and he did not appear to be breathing. Alice sat beside me chatting about countries we would visit in the near future, I didn't agree in any way, shape or form to the plans spewing from Alice's mouth.

When we finally arrived, in one piece, at the theater I was still shaking like a leaf. Emmett had to carry me into the lobby, he laughed the whole way. Carlisle bought us all tickets and we made our way over to the concession stand, where they insisted on buying me popcorn, a large drink and every candy available.

They seemed interested, and in Emmett's case excited, to watch me eat the whole mess.

We ended up seeing the movie 21, it was a good story about a boy genius figures out a way to cheat at blackjack to pay for his Harvard tuition. The movie had a really cool ending, I really enjoyed it but Jasper and Emmett kept acting up through the whole movie so I missed most of the middle.

We returned later that night in much higher spirits than when we left. The furniture was still smashed but no one seemed to really mind, though Emmett did let out a little sob at the shattered remains of his most treasured possession.

I bid the others good night and made my way back to my room where I collapsed into bed with hardly a thought. Today had been a really long day and I smiled at the memories of the day and my new friends as I slowly fell into a deep sleep.

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Ouch! Sorry about the length! I'll make it up to you next chappy.

OK just so you know this story is not going to be about those mutts, New Moon made me officially hate werewolves, Eclipse made me buy silver bullets. I need them in the story to bring a few things together in later chapters, in other words, to bring Edward home.

Sorry if the werewolves names are spelled wrong, I just don't care enough about them to reference my books.

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