Vampires. Creatures of the night. Blood drinking demons.

Who would of thought that they were actually real. A few weeks ago I would have laughed in your face if you said that they were real, but now I'll smile because I wouldn't think you're insane. I even have prove that vampires are real. Sitting right next to me is prove that they walk amongst us.

She sat down quietly as I drove towards her house. As she sits there with her perfect posture, an elegant figure fit for a model. Her long wavy blonde hair gently falls halfway down her back. Her hair perfectly suits her golden eyes that she shares with the rest of her family. She's astoundingly gorgeous even for a vampire but I guess she has always been like that even for a mere human.

While driving to the Cullen's house I couldn't help but get nervous, I mean who wouldn't be nervous knowing you're about to meet with vampires all alone. It's not like I haven't been been alone with them, I even ate human food with them- which reminds me I gotta asked them about that. Doesn't it taste awful? I can't possible imagine being a vampire and having to eat human food, eww. I shudder at the thought, in the corner of my eye I see Rosalie giving me a confused look. Ignoring it, I continue to drive in silence.

Once we reach the house, I parked in front right next to Emmett's jeep. Turning off the engine I climb out of the truck, using their vampire speed they were already standing by the front door. Rolling my eyes, "show off" I mumble fully knowing they could hear me perfectly. They looked at me with a smirk, laughing I walked up the stairs as Jasper held the door for me. Thanking him I walked inside the house. I saw Esme and Carlisle already waiting in the living room as if they knew that we (I) were coming. Esme smiles at me and I smiled back, however, Carlisle wasn't looking at me. He was facing the fireplace with his back towards me, not going to lie by it hurt me a little and I wonder why?

"Come sit," Alice pulls me by my hand and sat me down on the couch. The others take their place on the couch expect for Carlisle who still had his back towards me. Jasper looks at him before sighing, Jasper then turns to me with a small smile. No one said anything, I mean how do I start? Do I ask them about their age? Have they ever brought a human in their house? Was I the first to come? But then I remember about the photograph that hangs above the fireplace. My eyes stared at the black and white photograph, of course, I wasn't the first. She was here, she was human that died in that fire, she was the first, the original human to know the truth about the Cullens.

"She knew," was the first thing that came out of my mouth. Slowly Carlisle turned around, his dark golden eyes stared into my brown eyes. He didn't have to say anything because his eyes were confirming my statement. Of course, she knew, she was a dear friend to them.

Silence, no one said anything. I scanned their faces for a reaction as the silence hung in the air like suspended moment before something big happened. I don't like this kind of silence. It needed to be filled with sounds, words, or anything, I just needed the silence to stop. I expected them to say something about their mysterious female friend, or about the black and white photograph like who took the picture? Was it her or was it one of them? Perhaps they could start talking about the main reason we're all sitting here. To discuss about them being vampires.

But no, they let the silence stretch until it became unbearably uncomfortable- well for me at least.

"Umm, sooo... vampires" Emmett turns to me with a smirk on his face," yup, vampires," he pops the 'p'. Nodding my head, "cool," the silence returned but this time they shared a looked, wondering who will start the conversation. They all turn to Carlisle and he sighs, he sits in the chair in front of me and he began. He explained what he was, how they survive without having to kill humans, and one by one they all gave me a brief summary about how they came to be a vampire. As they talked I listened carefully, their stories were sad and it seemed as though Carlisle gave them a second chance in life. Although Jasper and Alice weren't created by Carlisle's venom he gave them a chance to be part of his little family.

They talked and stopped to answer any of my questions, I asked and they answered. They answered all of them, despite some of them being uncomfortable they answered without hesitation. I asked all of the questions regarding vampires, all the silly and serious questions that popped up in my mind I asked expected for one- what was the name of your friend? The one that used to live in that house? Who was she and what was her name? I didn't asked or brought her up in fear of the answer. For some reason I'm afraid that I wasn't going to like their response, I was afraid of what they'll tell me. Or perhaps deep down I already knew the answer but was afraid of them confirming it. Why? I do not know. It's only a simple question but even the most simple question can change your entire life.

So in the end, I didn't ask and they didn't bring her up. Not once did they mentioned her or anything about her. Perhaps they were being generous and avoided her for my sake but why would they? Didn't she mean something to them? And if so, then why didn't they mention their dear human friend? Anyways, it's not my place to asked about her. I didn't even know her so I shouldn't bring her up.

I asked them questions about their lives before Forks and they asked about my life in California and about my parents. Just like them I answered without hesitation because if they could answer mine why can't I do the same? We all talked, we laughed at some of the memories and in the end, we got to know each other better. At the end of the day, I felt closer to them than I did before. We opened up, yes there are some things I know they didn't mention and that goes for me as well, but eventually in the future we'll tell each other but for now, this is good enough.

Driving back home, I thought back to the conversation I had with them. I began thinking, if vampires were real than what else is real? The supernatural? Werewolves? Witches? Demons? Angels? Are they all real like vampires? Of course, they are but where have them been hiding all this time. And why until now am I only knowing about them?

Pulling up to the driveway I see that Uncle Charlie hasn't arrived. Opening the front door I walked inside thinking Bella wasn't here. Without warning Edward suddenly appears in front of me, flashing a smile. Jumping back in surprise I glared at him and he laughs, "welcome home, MaryAnne."

Rolling my eyes, holding my chest, trying to calm my breathing, "yeah yeah," Edward laughs again. "Bella is in her room sleeping," I raised my eyebrow at him. "And you stayed?" I questioned, Edwards nods. "Yeah. You were with my family?" he changed the conversation as he followed me upstairs to my room.

"Yeah, we got talked about.. you know" I looked back and he nods with a serious expression.

"So a mind reader, cool" he smirks at me and nods. "Pretty cool if you ask me. But what is it like to read minds all day long?" I asked him as we entered my bedroom.

"Depends on what they're thinking. Sometimes it's entertaining and other times it's pretty boring," he said looking around my room. I placed my school bag on my bed and sat down. I watched Edward carefully as he picks up a photograph about my parents. He looks at it for a few seconds before gently placing it back down. He looked at me with a curious and serious face, "were you there?" he asked and I knew what he meant. Was I there when they were killed?

Looking at the photograph, "no I, umm, snuck out to go to a party that night. I was suppose to be sleeping, I was suppose to be there with them but instead I was out drinking and dancing with some of my friends." I looked at Edward and his expression was one of pity but understanding. "When I came home there was a lot of polices, ambulance, people surrounding my house. Immediately I sobered up and rushed towards the house. A police officer tried to stop me but I pushed passed him and entered the house-" I stopped talking and started to remember that night. Without saying anything Edward looked into my mind and saw what happened that day.

Memory:

My laughter died out once I saw many people surrounded my house. Once I saw police officers walking in and out of my house, I knew then that something horrible happened. Without letting Josh park his car, I quickly jumped out of his moving car and ran towards my house. I saw my neighbors outside, some of them crying, Mrs. Williams an elderly women looked at with teary eyes and began crying even more. My heart stopped once I notice a police officer coming out of the house blood drained from his face. My legs began picking up speed but I was stopped by an officer, screaming at me to stay back. I pushed him out of the way and made my way towards the house.

Entering the house, I didn't even recognize my own home. Furniture all over the place, things broken as if they were thrown across the room, red 'paint' on the walls, a nasty rotten smell filled the rooms, three longs slash marks where all over the walls. Walking into the living room, it was as if I walked into a horror house. Blood painted the once creamy colored walls, body parts scatter all around the room and in the middle of all the chaos, two head without a body sat in the middle. LIARS hanged above their heads.

3rd POV:

A screamed stopped everyone from whatever they were doing. Turning too see where it came from, they all stared at a teen with eyes wide with horror, mouth rigid and open letting out a scream that tore through their whole body, leaving them immobilized, piercing their brain and making their blood run cold. Her scream was one of disbelief, grief, bordering on terror. They knew that she was somehow related to the victims.

One of the officers couldn't handle looking at her any longer, he went to grabbed her but she pulled, kicked, cried, and screamed not letting him to take her away from the dead. Her cries, it was the kind of cries that put everything on hold and made everyone feel her pain. There wasn't a person in the scene that didn't feel bad for her, there wasn't a person in a hundred feet that didn't feel her pain, there wasn't a single person who couldn't look away from the distressed teen.

End of memory.

"Who did it?" Edward asked bringing me back to reality. I looked at him and shrugged, "no one knows. They haven't caught who ever is responsible for the deaths of my parents." Edward looks at me with the same expression as the others- pity, "sorry," I just nodded at him.

"So what now?" he asked and once again I shrugged. "Continue to live my life without them," it grew quiet. Neither of us talked for a while until I asked him about his age. He smirked, "guess," he said making me roll my eyes. Since Bella was asleep and Edward was in my room and I didn't get a chance to talk to him about this vampire life. We played a guessing game, I would guess his life and he would guess mine before my parents.

We played the game and just like the others, Edward and I got close to each other. We continue to guess each others lives before Forks. Just like with the others, I asked every question that popped in my mind expect for one- about her. And just like the others he didn't mentioned her or anything about her. Since he could read my mind he knew I was curious about her but I guess it wasn't his place to tell me about their dear friend. So we didn't talk about her, we continue to talk about ourselves and about the future.

I fell asleep when he was talking about his life in New York, before letting my mind drift off into a deep sleep, "sweet dreams Mary," I heard him whisper my name before I felt cold lips on my forehead. For the first night since my parents and since I came to Forks, I had a peaceful night without having nightmares or having my 'mother' visit me for odd reasons. For the first time in a long time, I slept like a baby and I enjoyed it.