a/n: So, sorry for the wait! I know, I know, very bad of me… but this chapter is cursed, I mean it… you may be wondering about the chapter title.

It's because this chapter is cursed. No, I mean it!! It has never taken me such a long time to write a chapter, if I'm being honest with myself and actually writing it and not procrastinating … much.

Okay, time to start writing, I guess. It took me almost a week to write this chapter, and I really only like the end… it didn't get me as far as I hoped it would… still looking for taglines, and I have a video for this on youtube now, starring some of your reviews… go check it out.

Things were green.

Years and years ago, Bella Swan had taken this same path, also under awkward pretenses with her father, refusing to cry until she was in her room, alone.

Bella Swan had not wanted to go to Forks. Cynthia and Elizabeth Swan, however, could not wait.

They pointed and shouted at things as they grew closer, to things that they remembered from eight or nine years ago. They got louder and louder, until the point where Edward, laughing, had to turn around – while driving at top speed, of course – and tell them to bring down the volume.

The Volvo slowed when it reached the center of Forks. An odd, burning sensation that had nohing to do with vampire thirst resided in the back of his throat. This, in fact, was a wholly human emotion.

He was back home.

"Where are we going, anyway?" Cynthia asked.

"Alice is waiting for us by an old abandoned shed at the edge of town. Carlisle and the rest of them will meet us there later. We're going to drop the car off by the house, in case we're being followed or seen. We'll walk from there."

Lizzie groaned. "That'll take forever."

"Not as long as you may think." There was a hint of a smirk in Edward's voice.

The car turned onto a hidden driveway that not many knew was there. No car had crunched the gravel in almost sixteen years, the path was overgrown with plants and shrubs, branches and vines crawling their way along the dirt and gravel. Today though, Edward could clearly make out two cars against the house – a yellow 911 Turbo, a Porsche, and a silver Mercedes Benz.

His family was already here for what was very likely to become the strangest family reunion in the history of family reunions.



Glad to be home, Edward? It was Esme's voice in his head now – Alice had surely told them about their imminent arrival. Other voice's bounced in his head now – first Alice, then Carlisle and Rosalie. He was far too out of range to hear Emmett and Jasper.

The family's separation had not been long – the eight of them had been in Alaska together fourteen hours prior. But the fact that it was in Forks in which they reunited, and in which his family would meet his daughters – made it much more special.

There was only one person missing.

Not much longer. He reminded himself softly. He ignored the painful feelings in his gut, thinking, This must be what Bella felt like, when I left those times. But he told himself that the second time had been necessarily, even if it ended up being pointless. No, his logic was not always in perfect working order. Maybe, he thought, even with Alice seeing it, he couldn't change it. No matter what, her vision of Bella had come true.

He realized that he had stopped the car next to Alice's Porsche, and that Cynthia and Lizzie we're waiting for him. A faint smile touched his lips when he thought of their names. Elizabeth, after his true mother, and Cynthia, after Alice's sister. Edward himself had had no choosing in the names. He'd left before that.

He shook himself out of the reverie, cutting the engine.

"Now," he said when they were out of the car, "you wonder how we'll get there so fast. You are half vampires, are you not?"

"Well, I guess so." Elizabeth said, pondering this. "But that would help us… how? I don't even like rare meat. Gives me the heebie jeebies."

Edward rolled his eyes. "Three things. One, the school thermometers were never broken. Cynthia runs about ninety four, am I right?" he asked, reading into her thoughts. "Lizzie, a bit higher? Ninety five, ninety six?"

The twins looked at him with amazed eyes.

"Second, your hearing and sight are off the charts." He chuckled. "I suppose only Bella Swan's daughter could still be clumsy and have superb vision." He gave a glance to Lizzie, who pretended to be mad.

"Okay, the girl literally trips over nothing. She once fell on the porch and managed to sprain her wrist and break her finger." Cynthia laughed as she said this.

"You sound exactly like your mother, Liz. Maybe I'll tell you a story about that some time. Yet I have a feeling that your clumsiness wont get in the way of what I'm about to show you."

"Okay, but seriously, we don't have any powers."

"Not yet. Not really. Your ability is… half developed, I'd say. I may have a way to bring it out of you."



"And how's that?"

Edward Cullen grinned mischievously. "Run."

"What?!"

He leaned forward, ready to run full speed ahead. Aimed at the twins.

"Run."

With that, he leapt forward, and the twins squealed, realizing what he meant. He was chasing it out of them.

He chased them all the way to the abandoned shed.

They broke all the speed records.