(This part is in no one particular's point of view, just general third person)

It wasn't until Devida had walked until the sky was so dark, not even the moon was visible behind the rain-filled clouds, that she felt the icy stab of panic. "Where will I go?" she said suddenly, breaking the long hours of silence where the only sounds beside nature had been her shoes scuffing the pavement of the road.

She sat by the side of the road on the ground, "Great, my ass is going to be wet." She groaned as the grass squished beneath her legs. But that was the least of her problems right now.

Seth's point of view

Devida never came home that night. Though I don't think I could blame her… I would have probably done the same. I rubbed my temples and remembered the talk we'd had after her mom had told her about her father.

"So…Devil, got any uh questions?" I'd awkwardly asked as we drove home in silence. I was still shocked that her mother would behave so coldly.

"Where is he?" She asked, I knew she was talking about her father.

"We have no idea", I said softly. "The Volturi could've gotten him or-"

Devida cut me off "Who are the Volturi?" Sam had shuddered beside me; the hairs on the back of my neck had risen.

I took a breath, "They're the so called 'royalty' of the vampires, I had opportunity to see who they were once in the past. It was after Nessie was born." She fell silent

"Nessie is Edward and Bella's kid isn't she." it hadn't been a question, I had only nodded, surprised.

"Yes." Of course that had led to all sorts of questions about the Cullen's, their nature, their ages, how they came to be how they are. I told her everything I knew, but I didn't think it would be enough to satisfy her curiosity, her hunger for answers.

"What was his name…my dad's name?" she asked softly.

I sighed, "Brandon." she was silent for a moment more.

"What happened between them?" I blinked, this was a question I had expected, but still didn't know how to answer.

After a few minutes though, I knew she'd be antsy. So I had tried to answer to the best of my ability.

"Devida, we still aren't sure. All I know is one day, he went psycho. Things had been peaceful for so long. Because he was your mother's imprint, we tried to… give him a chance I guess. And he was the model citizen, the perfect neighbor you know? He never hunted nearby, never broke any of the rules we laid down for him. But then one day, maybe a year after he met your mother, all hell broke loose…He killed that boy, his father too. Your mother found the child after he- Brandon- mauled him. It broke her heart. It broke her. He killed a ton of the livestock as well, and then he was gone. We never heard from him again. A month or so later, there you were."

I finished my coffee and looked over to Edward where he sat with his hand on Bella's back. What they had was unconditional…irrevocable…I looked at the devotion in his gold eyes. Why hadn't Brandon been the same? Why had he made my sister suffer? Why did she, in turn, make my niece hurt so?

Edward looked over at me, apologies writ clearly across his features. I just shook my head, it wasn't his fault. It was no one's fault. Or maybe it was? I still hadn't decided yet, the only thing I was focusing on now was finding my niece.

So what do you guys think? sorry if i confused some peoples before, hope this helped a bit. again, totally open to constructive criticism. thanks so much :)

~Rose