A/N: SSSOOOOO SSSOOOORRRRYYYY for how long it has taken me to update. I've sat down and tried to right it a couple of times but I usually write from stream of conscious and just couldn't seem to find the flow. Hopefully I am back on track. Please review. This chapter is kind of short and light.

Previously...

Bella sat in the backyard, looking at the stars. Staring, losing herself in a complete absence of thought which was surprisingly peaceful, Bella allowed herself to feel.

Since he had left, emotions had been an unwelcomed passenger that wouldn't leave her alone for the ride.

The power she had found had been the only thing that had saved her; filling the void and giving her a purpose again. Now, as she gazed at the stars, Bella realized there was solace in darkness. Her night; her vesper, was the same as his twilight.

Hearing the back door open, Bella assumed her mother was back from whatever investigatory mission she had gone on. Bella finished the cup of coffee she had been drinking and pushed her way out of the chair to greet her.

"Hello, Bella."

"Edward?"

Currently...

Prue accepted her sister's invitation to brunch for the upcoming saturday, promising to bring Andy and Bella with her. As she threw the potion bottle down that would transport her back to her family, Prue couldn't help but acknowledge how wonderful it had been to see her sisters again. It felt right to be with them, even if she knew it wouldn't last.

"What are you doing here," she demanded as she took three steps back in order to put adequate enough space in between them so she might be able to find air once more. Still, for each step back she took, Edward took one forward.

"I missed you." He raised a hand to touch her cheek, and Bella stilled as she closed her eyes and felt the crisp chill of his touch on her blushing skin, at least what should have felt as cold as a corpse.

Opening her eyes Bella stared directly into his and leaned in as if to kiss him before throwing the extra vanquishing potion she kept on her at all times. He screamed as the fire engulfed him; his shape returning to it's natural form. Stunned that she had done this to him, he looked at her in his final moment of life.

"You should've known better," Bella told him before he imploded. Looking down at the ash, "Edward was never a warm man," she said before walking back into the house.

Prue returned to Andy's late that night. She was reeling from her meeting with her sisters. Sure, in the past she had made small trips to make sure they were all right. There had been many times when Bella was only a baby that she had taken her daughter to go see her aunt Paige. Though it was always from a distance, Prue had wanted to observe her sister as she grew up. The eldest, Prue had been responsible for taking care of Piper and Phoebe. When she had learned that her mom had a daughter that she hadn't given up Prue felt betrayed, hurt, and wronged. The feelings had only intensified once she had her own daughter to take care of. Even though she knew she would never be able to approach Paige or have that relationship with her that she shared with Piper and Phoebe, Prue needed to know that Paige was safe.

Occasionally, Paige would stare at the woman who seemed so familiar. Sometimes it was months before she remembered that she had seen the dark haired beauty at the park or at the deli across from her high school. The memories usually faded, but something pushed her in the woman's direction only to be shaken off by rationalizations. They lived in the same area, they liked the same things. Of course Paige was going to run into neighbors. Eventually Prue's appearances thinned out and the memories had faded. Prue was just grateful she had memories of her sister as a little girl chasing a brown haired boy around; a preteen leading the brown haired boy around, and later the teen who was ditching school to make out with him. Prue had seen pieces of both of her sisters in this girl. Watching her had only convinced her she had done the right thing by sending her home to the manor where she belonged.

Her sisters had done well for themselves. Happy, fulfilling lives had been their reward for all the sacrifices they had suffered over the past few years, yet Prue wondered if her happiness had come at their expense. Then again, her own mother and grandmother had avoided their own consequences which had eventually caught up with her and her sisters. As Prue slowly opened her bedroom door she wondered if Bella's destiny was based on her own decisions. If that were the case Prue was going to fix it. She had already messed with the timeline; Prue would move heaven and earth to make everything better for Bella, even if it wasn't what Bella wanted or was ready for.

Alice put the last pair of Christian Louboutin shoes in her vintage Louis Vuitton trunk, her head turned down to her chest. If she were human, this would be around the time she would start crying. She had struggled to decide what to do, and she had chosen. Alice was going to stay with Jasper and the rest of the family. This is what she had; eternity with people she loved. But then there had been this undeniable clenching in her chest; something she hadn't felt since her heart still beat. And when she recognized that it was a soul wrenching ache, Alice knew that she didn't need to be psychic in order know what was going to happen in the future. The family had gone their separate ways for dinner, hunting alone. When Jasper came back Alice was gone.

Alice was sitting at the kitchen table when Bella came down for breakfast. It smelled delicious but Bella was certain of two things. First, her mother and father hadn't cooked. Second, Alice didn't eat. So the fact that there was seemingly delectable food on the table that she hadn't herself prepared was confusing.

"What's going on, and what have you done with my family?" Everyone looked at her as if she were an alien. "Are you shape shifters, 'cause this meal would never happen on a normal day."

Andy laughed at his daughter. "Alice cooked for us, honey. It's delicious. You should try some."

Glaring, Bella eyed the plate as if there was something sinister about it. "Why would a vampire who eats people and not food make breakfast?"

"Bella, I know how to do more than just shop. I'll have you know I've taken courses with some of the worlds best chefs inf France, Italy, Germany; you name the country, I've studied there."

Bella sat, sitting on one leg as she bit the bullet and tried it. It was one of the most normal days she had in a year.

Prue cleared the table with her telekinesis and walked into the living room where Alice and Bella were talking. She passed them by and made her way to Andy's room. When she entered, she cleared her throat.

Andy had been changing and was bare chested. Looking over his shoulder, he grinned. "See something you like," he asked. Though they may have been separated for years, there were times when they just seemed to need each other.

She hugged him and he rested his chin on her head. "How do I choose between my sisters and my daughter?" Prue didn't look up at him and Andy didn't look at her. They stood there for a few minutes, as Prue imagined the worse and Andy prayed it wouldn't come to that.

He watched from across the street. The witch was with her vampire friend and her parents were in the house. The angsty, brooding boy toy with the slicked back hair hadn't returned yet, and he was going to make sure there was nothing to return to.