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Charlie P.O.V

"Are we going to dinner?" I asked as Ivy's impressive car moved smoothly over the bumpy streets of New Orleans.

"Seriously, Charlie?" I tilted my head to the side, the look on her breathtaking features obviously stated that I'd missed something.

What did I miss?

"Well," She began, one eyebrow arched as the car slid fluidly to the curb. We'd stopped but it was so dark that I couldn't tell where we were.

"We're both grown- ups, aren't we?" She smirked leaning uncomfortably close to me.

My throat constricted, I swallowed hard before responding with a shaky nod.

"Then we can skip dinner, correct?" She continued, I nodded uneasily once again.

"So, I guess I have just one question."

"Yes?" I was proud that I actually managed to produce a full, comprehensible, word with her so close.

"What are you waiting for?" She asked before shoving the door open and ducking gracefully out of the low sports car.

"Oh, okay." I struggled with the seatbelt trying to get out of the car, eagerness suddenly overcame me, it had been so long. What I thought was going to be one of the most miserable nights of my life was turning out to be one of the most exciting.

"Follow me." She grinned seductively, leading me through a set of extremely large iron gates.

She waited for me to walk through before closing them behind me. With another sexy smile she locked the gate with a large, old fashioned lock, using a key that looked just as old. No one would be able to get in or out without the key that she tucked securely into her cleavage.

Without another word she signaled for me to follow, I watched as she walked up the brick walkway leading to, what appeared to be, an extremely old mansion.

Her hips swayed femininely as she walked gracefully in very high heels, I had to remind myself to take a deep breath. The front door opened before she even had the chance to knock.

"Hello Annabel." Ivy greeted the woman standing in the doorway, who I recognized from the wedding.

Annabel looked older than all the other women in their – what would you call it- group, maybe?

Nevertheless, she was gorgeous and probably much better suited for me than Ivy; after all, Ivy was only twenty-two. Technically she could be my daughter if I were a bit rowdy in my teenage years.

"Oh Charlie." Annabel exclaimed once I walked through the massive doorway. "You smell divine."

She said with too much feeling as she trailed her cool fingers along my shoulder blade.

"Utterly delicious!" She continued, grinning at Ivy.

Her words made me uncomfortable but I reminded myself that I was in a different part of the country; this was just how southern people talked.

"Absolutely." Ivy agreed grinning at me as she bit her bottom lip and locked the door; the sound seemed to echo through the foyer, bouncing off of the high ceiling and back down to us.

"Now let's go have a taste." She winked, grabbing my tie, tugging at it for me to follow.

"O…o…okay…" I gulped, following her up the enormous staircase in the middle of the foyer.

I looked back forgetting that Annabel was present, I hadn't heard her leave but somehow she was gone. I shook my head, not worrying about Annabel; Ivy was my main focus now.

Alice P.O.V

The Ghost tour was relatively boring as we moved from different buildings, which were supposedly haunted. We thought it would be exciting considering that we all had heightened senses but there was nothing to be found.

All of the tourist snapped pictures with their disposable cameras, hoping to get what the guide called a spirit photo.

"This is the Lalaurie Mansion, it is considered one of the most haunted and scariest places in New Orleans." The guide informed us in an animated voice.

"Do you all feel that?" Jasper asked squeezing his eyes tightly and taking deep, measured, breaths.

"Are you okay?" I asked suddenly concerned.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay, let's go." We followed quickly behind the group who had already began to enter the house.

The moment I stepped foot in the doorway a chill ran through me, something that I could never recall experiencing since it was a human thing to do.

"Woah." I breathed, a bit taken aback.

"You guys don't look so good, especially Jasper." Renee pointed out, concern ridden across her face. I was so preoccupied with what I was feeling I hadn't noticed him gripping the door frame too tightly.

"Jasper." I whispered, placing my hand over his, firmly removing it from the wooden frame, but it was too late, it crumbled to the ground.

Renee gasped, her eyes widening.

"Old houses." Carlisle explained in a desperate attempt to cover for my husband. "Why don't you two catch up to the group while we tend to Jasper."

Phil nodded, guiding a still shocked Renee back to the group who were already a good distance away hanging onto the guides every word.

"Jasper?" Carlisle asked, resting a hand on Jasper's shoulder.

"Can a house emit emotions?" I grew concerned as Jasper's breathing became even shallower, almost as if he were struggling.

"No, that's impossible." Carlisle shook his head, deep in thought.

"Then there can only be two explanations for these feelings!" He shouted. We all paused taken aback by his yelling.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He apologized quickly, dropping to his knees and sobbing uncontrollably.

"Emmett, Rosalie you two go with Phil and Renee, keep an eye on them." Carlisle instructed, his tone suddenly serious.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Esme tried to soothe Jasper.

"Search the house." Jasper commanded once he regained composure of hisself.

"Why?" Esme cocked her head to the side awaiting an answer.

"Because they're keeping us here, they're hurting us!" He shouted once again, floating to his feet unexpectedly.

Carlisle moved in front of Jasper blocking him from glaring at Esme.

"Us?" Carlisle asked raising one eyebrow.

"I'm going right away." Esme assured grabbing me to go along with her. I heard Jasper apologize to Carlisle as we ran up the staircase, avoiding the crowd who were still in the lower portion of the house.

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A/N: Hehehehehehe… The Cullens in a maybe haunted house, very interesting!! I haven't forgotten about Charlie and I know I told ya'll that this chapter would tell you how or if he dies but…things change! I almost forgot…REVIEW people!!

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Everybodylovesedward- Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have said 'how or if Charlie dies' I hope I didn't give anything away!!

Amber- Thanks for the compliment!

Montana Wilson- Haha…my chapters are NEVER long enough, I know…sorry!

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