First off Happy Easter Everyone!

also, i'd like to thank everyone that's followed my story! it's only been a month and i have so many readers!

once again, this chapter is the same as the book (as in the way Edward finds out what Bella is through Jacob) but i changed the way Jacob tells Edward (hopefully that made sense)

thanks again everyone!

much love,

Marie

BPOV

Love.

What does the word even mean?

I was sprawled out on the lid of my piano; blank sheet music and older compositions of mine littered the floor near the piano bench that was holding an ink well and delicate quills. I enjoyed writing with fresh ink instead of pens when I was working on my music.

My breathing seemed calm as I shuffled through thoughts and images of what I believed to be love.

Emmett and Rose are in love, but their minds were always filled with lust. Probably the truest love I've witnessed would be the love of Carlisle and Esme. Their bond was immeasurable, yet I still couldn't think of the complete essence of love!

Dammit Alice, I rolled over to my back, counting each vein in the marble ceiling.

"Bella?"

I sighed and threw an arm over my eyes, "go away, Emmett."

I listened as he stepped into the room, as the ink well popped with the drip of ink falling from the tip of the quill.

"Bells," he sat quietly on the piano bench.

I slammed my fist onto the piano top, letting the chords vibrate and echo through the room.

"Can you attempt to keep your thoughts to yourself," I growled.

Bella its okay, Emmett's thoughts were filled with worry.

"How can you say that," I sat up on the piano to glare at my brother.

His face was painted with the silver kiss of starlight seeping through the open windows, and his gold eyes seemed to glow like embers in the shadows.

Because you're one of the strongest people I know, he grinned.

The corner of my mouth twitched and I turned my face to look at Emmett. He flashed a grin that broke off into a rainbow as the dim light glistened off his teeth. A soft wind curled through the room; fog dancing up the side of the house and around the legs of my piano.

Besides if worse comes to worse…

A louder growl ripped through my chest, and I reached down to the bench to hurl an ink well at my brother. He laughing frame dashed across the room and out into the back yard before I could go after him.

EPOV

"Thanks Edward, Jake is in the garage working on his car," Billy wheeled himself back into the living room where Charlie was shouting at a football game.

"Alright, do you need help with cooking," I asked, hoping that Billy was a better cook than Charlie.

Billy chuckled to himself and winked, "I've got it all covered, my own special recipe—"

"Hey Billy when's the delivery supposed to get here," Charlie called from the other room.

Billy glared into the living room and then shrugged, "go find the kid, Ed."

"Got it," I walked around the kitchen table and out the back door.

Jake's 'garage' was really just a shed made of a bunch of metal sheets welded together with old tires lining bottom. Music was blaring out of the garage and I picked way around tool boxes and hub caps before finding Jake hunched over an old greasy engine.

"Hey," I shouted over the music, but Jake didn't even flinch.

I cleared my throat and stepped a little closer, "HEY JACOB!"

That got his attention; he jumped about a foot into the air, dropping a wrench and knocking his head on the hood of the car he was working on.

"What the fuck man," he punched my shoulder when he turned to see me bent over, laughing.

"I'm s-s-s…" I couldn't get the words out of my mouth as laughter continued to choke my apology down.

Jake snatched the wrench he was using from the concrete ground and waved it at me, "that wasn't funny, Edward! Holy shit! I almost had a heart attack!"

"You should've seen you're face," I coughed and scrubbed the back of my hand across my eyes.

Jacob just scowled and finished whatever he was working on, "what do you want, man?"

"Oh, don't be like that," I laughed one more time, "you're dad said dinner will be here soon."

"Alright, what have you been up to? How's school and everything…"

Jake continued to prattle on about how his school was going, and his friends that apparently tried asking out the seniors. I didn't really care about any of that because my eyes zeroed in on the books stacked up in the corner. I didn't take Jake as a big reading guy, he seemed to have his face stuck in car engines all the time, but I walked over and scanned the spines of his small collection. Lord of the Rings, Oliver Twist, Harry Potter, Edgar Allan Poe, his collection was a mash up of modern and old classics; each covered with water marks and greasy finger smudges.

One of the newer looking books caught my eye, a thin book wrapped in a sturdy black cover. On the front of the book was a swirling design stamped in silver and Cold Ones was delicately scripted above the design. I leafed through the pages, pictures of blood drinking demons and pale beautiful creatures…

"Edward…Yo, Earth to Edward," Jake snapped his fingers at me and I jumped a little, snapping the book shut between my fingers.

"Yeah," I fumbled with the book in my hands.

"Have you been listening to a word—what's that," Jake leaned back on his car.

"Oh, sorry," I held up the book, "just looking at your reading material."

"The Cold Ones," he nodded, "that's just a thing for some school project. We're supposed to research something from our family history, and my dad recommended some old legends."

"What's the legend?"

Jake shrugged and we both walked out of the shed and through the trees back to the house, "The Cold Ones," he started, "are said to be…demons. They're really just creatures of scary stories, to frighten children, but there's also talk that…uh…"

"What is it, Jacob," I prodded and stepped over a patch of springy ferns.

Jake looked over at me and his nose crinkled, "some people believe that the Cold Ones are real, and that they never left from where they originated."

"Where did they originate?"

"Here…"

"Wait, you're saying these things are still here? In Forks? As we speak?"

"Yes, yes, and yes," Jacob sniffed, "um…first off promise that you won't tell my dad I told you about this?"

"You're doing a school project on it, it's not like it's that private, but okay, I promise."

"Alright," he clapped his hands together, "the Cold Ones are said to live here on the far edge of Forks. Well, living isn't really a proper description, but that's not the point. You know Dr. Cullen, right?"

"Yeah…"

"And you know his kids, I'm pretty sure they go to school with you."

Bella's image flashed into my mind and I was partially distracted. Her gold eyes that were framed in thick lashes seemed to be burning into my thoughts, and I felt my palms begin to sweat at the thought of her full pouty lips.

"The Cullens have been living here for years…I mean years."

"Yeah…"

"And the legends have existed for years…"

"C'mon Jake, stop beating around the bush," we were standing outside the screen door that led into Jacob's kitchen.

"The Cullens are the Cold Ones."