Disclaimer: When I grow up I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna own Twilight (8)

Yeah, I don't own the Pussycat Dolls either :

Well, on the topic of the sequel:

I'll be writing it after I've finished Avaritia. This isn't the end of Avaritia; there will be 29 chapters and an epilogue like there was in Luxuria. But, there will be crucial information in Avaritia, so if the Team Jazzies weren't planning on reading any more of Avaritia, then I beg you to continue cause I love you and you won't understand the sequel otherwise :

& I'm sorry it's taken so long, I got a bitta writers block. At one point I even contemplated having Bella fall off a cliff. Desperate times, lovies! I know this is a little short, but I need to get Bella's understanding of her change down first, otherwise it'd be like I was skipping the facts! & I'm revealing Carlisle's power-theory in this chapter. :)

Edward took my hand, and we made our way through the trees, running at the speed of light. The family trailed behind us, our speed too much for them. I was beginning to believe that I was a vampire. I could hear people's thoughts; enter their minds. I could feel their emotions, manipulate them. My skin was like ice, I was immensely beautiful, and I was ghosting through the trees with my speed. My skin shone in the sun, like there were thousands of crystals embedded in it.

But, didn't vampires drink blood?

Before I had a chance to contemplate the matter further, Edward slowed our pace down, until we were in front of a gorgeous cream mansion. My feet halted to a complete stop, my eyes bulging wide. It looked like a castle, reaching up towards the sky. I counted the levels. There were 4 floors to the enormous house.

"Where are we?" I breathed, eying the vast green lawns and beautiful scenery.

"We're home, Bella." Edward said softly, looking down at me.

Had I always lived here with Edward and his family? Why couldn't I remember anything?! The weirdest thing was that I could remember everything – trees, sky, clothes, hair, everything seemingly material. My knowledge was all there...but not my memories of learning that knowledge. Then again, maybe becoming a vampire meant losing your memories...

And Edward had said I'd wanted this. Maybe I'd been willing to give up my entire life to be with Edward forever. Did I love him that much? To give up my life?

As we walked up the stone steps to the porch, I eyed the subtle ring on the third finger of my left hand. I may not remember it, but I knew I loved Edward, and I knew that I could fall in love with him again. He was gorgeous, seemed to have a lovely personality and he loved me. Plus, the past me loved him – it was like a book review from your best friend, the one that knows you better than anyone, the one that'd know you would love a book the second you picked it up. My best friend, the past me, loved the book, and knew that the future me would. I trusted her.

And Edward had so many pages that I'd yet to see.

I looked up at him tentatively; his eyes were already fixed on me. I found myself unable to break his mesmerizing gaze, and I heard his thoughts chuckling through my mind.

Good to know I can still do that.

The family had caught up to us by now, shooting over the grassy land and up to the porch. Alice and Jasper were first, Rosalie and Emmett a close second. Carlisle and Esme were last, dancing along at their own pace; in no rush. All three couples were in complete harmony.

"Ready to go in, sis?" Emmet boomed, jumping excitedly.

I nodded, looking at Edward. He held my hand, proceeding to the double doors; flanked by Carlisle. They opened the door swiftly - it was unlocked – to reveal a gigantic open plan room.

The left half of the room was all wood, including the vast flight of stairs attached to the west wall. It was light brown wood, covering the floor of the room. The entire back wall was made of glass, revealing the leafy forest behind the house. The soft cream carpet to the right created a living area occupied by a large plasma TV, and a set of couches arranged in a semi circle in front of the vast screen. There were hundreds of rows of DVDs adorning the wall next to the TV, ready to be inserted into the monstrous DVD player that sat on the cabinet underneath the TV. In the back of the room, there was a raised platform, holding a magnificent black grand piano. Its surface shone as the light from the vast window-wall flooded the space.

It was amazing.

"Wow," I breathed, talking in the high ceilings and seemingly never ending space. "It's...wow." I repeated, at a loss for words.

"Do you like it, Bella?" Alice chirped, skipping in after us.

"Yeah..." I trailed off. "It's..."

"Wow." Edward finished off my sentence, chuckling. I could hear the family babbling furiously in my mind, so I tuned their thoughts down a little until I could concentrate.

"Do you want to see your room, Bella?" Alice squealed, taking me by the hand.

"Alice, I hardly think now is the time-" Carlisle started, but Alice had me up in her arms and was speeding up the stairs before he had a chance to get the next syllable out.

After going up the second flight of stairs, we reached the third floor, and Alice lowered me down gently.

"Here we are!" She announced cheerily, taking me by the hand, about to go into the room – one of the only two doors on the floor – before I stopped her.

"Why did you pick me up?!" I protested – what was I, a baby?

"Sorry, Bella." Alice apologized. "I'm just so used to picking you up so we can get places at vampire speed; your human velocity never really matched up!"

I nodded. "Oh, okay."

Suddenly, I could see Alice's barely concealed memory in my mind's eye. I proceeded carefully, hoping not to alert her to my snooping.

A thin girl with brown hair and wide brown eyes stood at a door – Alice's mind recognized it as her home – with tears pooling in her eyes and running down her cheeks. Fear ran through the memory with intensity, more effective due to my special empathetic power.

"May I?" The memory Alice asked the young girl.

"You're the first one to ask," she whispered brokenly.

Alice smiled and swept her up in her arms, before running out of the door. I didn't know what – it was unclear from the memory – but they were running from something.

I pulled out of her mind silently, and continued listening to her ramblings about how she hoped I would remember this room, and...blah, blah, blah!

Gosh, this pixie can talk! I exclaimed.

"So, you ready?" She asked again.

"Lets go!" I squealed, mustering up a little enthusiasm.

She opened the door to a beautiful room – the north wall glass, once again, and heavy drapes hanging from the walls. There was a long leather couch in the middle of the room, and a massive sound system to my right. On the left, there was a wall of CDs. It was blatantly a music lover's room.

"Wow." I repeated. Why was I so incoherent? I wondered. I eyed the drapes. "Good acoustics?" I questioned.

"That's what you said the first time." Edward's soft voice came from behind me, startling me a little.

"I did?" I asked, turning to him.

Look, he began mentally. I entered his mind carefully again, trying not to disturb anything. Edward was staring at the same girl from Alice's memory; as the girl stared at an almost identical room.

"Good acoustics?" She asked, in the same timid voice as before.

The memory ended abruptly and I slipped back out of Edward's mind.

"Did you see, Bella?" He asked.

"Yes, I did." I answered.

"I couldn't even feel you in my mind – you're adapting well!" He praised.

"Thank you." I whispered. Somehow, as Edward congratulated me, it felt unwanted, causing a churning feeling in my stomach.

"That was you, you know." He smiled.

"Really?" I gasped. I looked so...different, to what I'd seen of myself in Edward's mind.

"Yes, that's you." He smiled. "Vampires tend to...change, when they make the transition from human to immortal. That's why you wouldn't recognize yourself." He said, chuckling. "You used to call it your 'renovations'!" He chuckled.

So, Bella had known that she'd be turned into a vampire.

As if you didn't believe that already, I chided myself. How could I not have trusted Edward?

"You probably have a lot of questions, Bella." Edward said, much to Alice's dismay.

"But I haven't shown her the clothes, yet!" She whined.

"Not the time, Alice!" Edward frowned, placing his hand on the small of my back and ushering me through the door.

I stealthily listened in to Edward's thoughts. Something had been bothering me as we ran through the trees; as we walked through the house.Why wouldn't he touch me?! He loved Bella to the ends of the earth, I could feel that, and see that. Yet he'd only hold my hand and touch me fleetingly. Was there something wrong with me?!W

There wasn't anything currently running through Edward's mind about touching me. More about my lack of blood. And how much easier it was...and how much more complicated at the same time. I pulled out of Edward's mind, the doubled voices hurting a little.

"Bella?" Carlisle began, as I sat down on the soft couch. "I need to ask you some serious questions now, so do you think you could answer as best as you can?"

I nodded solemnly. The entire family's eyes were trained on me; I could feel them.

"Are you feeling healthy?"

"Pretty much, yes!" I answered cheerily.

Carlisle nodded. "Are you thirsty? Hungry?"

I checked, swallowing and waiting for the grumble of my stomach. "No."

Carlisle frowned. "We'll need it now, Emmett."

Emmett, the large one, ran out of the room, and came back with a red bag. He handed it to Carlisle, and then dashed back out of the room. The rest of the family went with him, spare Edward.

You don't have to stay, Edward. I heard inside my mind.

Edward's head shook infinitesimally and Carlisle nodded, ripping the bag open.

"Bella, does this smell appeal to you?" He asked, passing me the bag. I looked at it curiously. What was it?! It was a dark red, shaped weirdly with tubes reaching from the top. There was a large white label on it, with a large red B imprinted on it. I sniffed the bag, cautiously. It didn't smell of anything.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, what does it smell of?" Carlisle smiled.

"Um..." I sniffed again. "Nothing." I stared down at the red liquid, wondering why on earth I was holding a bag of red stuff.

"Seriously?" Edward asked stiffly, frowning at me.

"Yeah," I answered, holding the bag stiffly.

"Try drinking some?" Carlisle asked cautiously.

I frowned. "What is it?!" Peering at the label.

I read it.

A-S 1 RED BLOOD CELLS

"Blood?" I whispered, staring down at it disgustedly.

"Yes!" Carlisle clapped, laughing a little.

"Ew!" I squealed, passing the bag back carefully. "Take it away!"

I felt two eternal eyes whip around to stare at me.

"What?" I protested. "Stop looking at me!"

"Bella..." Carlisle whispered. "You need to drink this. Just this once."

"It's blood!" I protested, shying away from the offending bag.

"Bella...you're a vampire. You know that, right?" Edward said softly.

"Yes, I know!" I exclaimed exasperatedly. "But I'm not drinking blood...it's...eww." I repeated, grimacing.

"Oh you've got to be fucking KIDDING ME!" I heard Jasper roar.

I raised my eyebrows at Edward.

"Bella," Carlisle started seriously, after disposing of the bag. "Vampires are supposed to drink blood."

"I know." I whispered.

"And so it's not right when you don't want to...when you don't need to."

"I'm not right, then?" I whispered. "I'm an...abnormality?"

"No, no!" Edward cried, wrapping his arm around me. "You're my Bella, you're perfect!"

"I'm not perfect, Edward." I whispered. "I don't even remember you."

"Don't worry, Bella." Esme was the one who answered, walking briskly into the room. "You'll remember sometime. And even if you don't, we can tell you all of your memories again!"

I nodded happily, but it was short lived, as Carlisle continued.

"But you understand why we're worried, Bella?" He asked.

"I do. What'll happen to me?" I wondered out loud. "If I don't drink blood?"

The room was silent until Carlisle took a steadying breath. "I don't know, yet. But we'll find out, Bella."

I nodded.

"Can we talk about your powers, now?" He smiled, glad to be on a lighter note, just as I was.

"Sure." I smiled, as the rest of the family reoccupied the room.

"Well, you can read minds, and manipulate emotions." He stated.

"Really?!" I gasped sarcastically. "I never knew!"

My family laughed lightly, smiling at each other like a real family, picture perfect and eternal.

Bella sure knew how to pick them. I smiled to myself, remembering a sarcastic comment somewhere in my mind. But this time, I wasn't being sarcastic.

Yees... the Twilight references. I'm going from memory 'cus I've lent the book to a friend (and my New Moon, too sob) and can't get my hands on it.

Anyways, thanks for reading, and review please?