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~CH 9~

Edward POV-

"Well come on, Old Quil is waiting." She says as she leads all of us towards the fire.

Even as Emily turns away from us I can't help but stare at her, yes I noticed the scars but it was the eyes that captivated me. Those few seconds that she looked at me, emerald green eyes met my own and took my breath away.

"Jacob your friend Embry, his last name is Call?" I ask pulling us back away from the group.

"Yeah." Is his short reply.

"Call is not Quileute is it?" I was confused why two brothers would have different last names.

"Nope, his mother is from the Makah Reservation. It's sort of the pack scandal, see only Quileute's shift, so Embry has to be from here, so he's either mine, Sam's or Quil's half-brother. We don't know for sure since no one's talking. But we're almost positive he's Sam's, it's no secret that Sam's father wasn't always that great."

A frown appeared on my face after Jacob explained this. Embry might not have known who his father is, but I have a very good guess on it.

"Edward, is everything alright?" Jacob asks me, seeing my frown.

"Yes Jacob." I say trying to reassure him, though not sure how he would take my past that was about to be unraveled.

"Jacob, stop hogging Edward and bring him over here." Emily scolds, waving us over with her hands.

"Edward this is Quil Atera, we call him Old Quil, the other elders are running late but should be here soon. Oh Jacob, make sure to grab some food before your brothers eat it all." Emily says walking off and dragging Jacob with her.

"Did… are you, I'm sorry you look so much like someone I once knew." The old man said, leaning forward as if trying to get a better view of me. "But you couldn't be him; he died so long ago…" His words almost seemed like the ramblings of an old man, but to me they brought up my past.

"Quil, look at me." I softly say before crouching in front of the elderly man, so that he may see me.

"Edward?" He questions. "But you never came home, mother didn't understand."

I don't notice Jacob and the others walking back over towards us, all I noticed was the single tear that fell from Quil's eye as a smile graced the old man's face.

"Brother, welcome home." He said before hugging me, I was use to the electricity now that flowed between us.

"Edward?" Jacob finally says, causing me to notice how deadly silent it had gone.

"Quil is my half-brother." I explain to the bewildered looking shifters.

"I think we may need a little information than that." Sam says, just as two other men join the group.

"Billy, Harry please come and join us." Quil says. To the two other elders.

"Edward, what is going on?" Jacob asks looking confused, just like everyone else.

"I guess the only way to tell you that would be to explain my past. My human past, please try to not interrupt." I wait as everyone finds a comfortable seat, before I begin my story.

"My father Edward Masen Sr. died when I was only five years old. My mother in attempts to make enough money to support us moved us here to Washington to be a teacher on the La Push Reservation. When I turned seven my widowed mother married again. I was happy for her, grieving did not suit her too well and I knew she was lonely, she ended up getting married to a shifter by the name of Isacc Atera. He was a good man and treated me like a son, even when my mother gave him his own. I was ten when Quil Ateara my half-brother was born, though now you call him old Quil." I can hear everyone gasp at my admission before I continue, explaining the things that Quil doesn't know about me.

"When I was 16 I moved away from Washington, back to Chicago where I was born. I had received a full scollarship to the university that my father had once graduated from. I had plans at Christmas to come back and visit my mother and family here. I had just celebrated my 17th birthday when all hell broke loose. Influenza came in the dead of night it seemed, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. That November only a month before I was to visit I grew sick and ended up with hundreds of other sick people. There were few doctors, but one Carlisle. He would come and check on me every night. I don't know exactly why he chose to change me, I was on the brink of death, I would have died if not for him. That early December morning I woke up as a vampire, I wrote my own note to my mother and mailed it. Explaining how I had died."

It was quiet as everyone digested the information I had just disclosed.

"Mother took the news of your death hard, I remember when she received the letter she had cried for weeks." Quil's words cut at my dead heart as I read his mind, seeing clear as day my mother wasting away before she herself passed away.

"So what does that mean, we're like related?" Young Quil asks.

"Yes I guess you could say that Quil. You and Emily are related to me and Edward here is my older half-brother." It seemed strange for an old man like Quil to call me his older brother.

"So is that what that strange electricity means?" Emily asks, causing Embry to freeze. He had felt electricity at my touch too.

"It's a vampire thing, but yes it is a way I can tell who shares my blood." I explained wondering what to do know. Embry doesn't know who his father is, and here I am saying he is somehow related to me.

"So you can tell how someone is related to you?" Embry asks before thinking and by reading his thoughts I can tell he regrets asking.

"Yes Embry I can tell how we are related." I say as the entire pack practically freaks out. With their hightend temperatures they didn't want to risk going to the hospital for blood test to see who Embry's father was/is. Now here I am basically saying I know who it was.

AN: OK so… What did you think? YES I left it there…. :P On my profile is a picture I did of Edwards family tree.