New chapter time! *does little dance* I hope you guys like this and this one is dedicated to:LynMcCallum, because she's awesome & lets face it her Vampire Academy stories make my heart go pitter patter.

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Bpov

The outside looks smaller to me now. It's as if I grew in the four years I was away or maybe in some strange way the world shrunk. It moved on without me.

"Isabella?" Carlisle opens the car door, and gestures for me to get in. I smile and take his offer. It's been so long since I've ridden in a car. It's been so long since I've done anything that applies to the major rules of society, and I miss it.

"Carlisle?" I call as the car sets into motion. The green outside my window seems to turn into a haunting sea,

"Yes?"

"Your family," I start off, "will they like me?" suddenly a lump forms inside my throat, but when I turn to look at Carlisle his face shows no hint of regret; in fact, he smiles.

"If there is one thing to know about the Cullen's, we don't judge. We only accept, and I think my family will adjust to you just fine."

The lump subsides and I continue to watch the scenery outside my window pass by silently. We take winding roads and the grass seems to become greener. "This isn't the part where you take me into the middle of nowhere, and kill me is it?" This makes Carlisle laugh a calm laughter that shocks me. It seems so light, non-caring, "Carlisle are you sure you're not an angel?"

"No my dear, but that is a very strange way of describing one."

I don't realize that we've emerged into a clearing of the woods until I feel the bumpiness of gravel crunching beneath the tires of Carlisle's black car. When I turn my attention away from him, I see a house that resembles perfection. It screams I'm visible, but also well hidden enough to be invisible. "I've never seen a house built like this before." I whisper; if Carlisle hears me , he ignores my astonishment. Instead he lets me wallow in my own thoughts.

The car door opens and instantly I am hit with the smell of pine; a smell that I find myself hardly adjusting to. As I step out of the car I'm suddenly aware that I'm still wearing the scrubs issued to the people on the ward; I feel like a freak. I freeze.

"Remember what I said, Bella." Carlisle puts his hand on my shoulder. The gesture of reassuring; suddenly I'm reminded of my father. "No judging," and it's as if those words make my feet move forward.

When Carlisle opens the door that connects the inside of the house to a garage, again I'm frozen. Inside the kitchen I face the people I've only seen in pictures, and even that does them no justice. Strangely they seem to be studying me as intently as I study them, my voice catches in my throat, my greeting is stuck, but before the feeling of humility can sink in I am saved by a bubbly voice

"Hi, you must be Bella," without giving me a chance to think she hugs me. Her hug is firm and soft; it makes me tense and relaxed. When she pulls back her smile is genuine and impish. She reminds me of a pixie, "I can tell that we're going to be great friends." Carlisle clears his throat and Alice backs off, She grabs someone's hand, and introduces him, "This is Jasper."

"Nice to meet you." Jasper looks tense; almost like he wants to eat me.

"Don't worry," Alice smirks, "he won't bite."

The comment should be funny, but for some strange reason it makes me go cold. "Alice, let's not scare the girl." the next voice is seductive and trancelike. A girl that resembles a Victoria Secret model approaches me. "I'm Rose," the greeting is distasteful on her tongue, "and this is Emmett." The guy next to her waves; his smile is inviting. The two quickly leave the room after their introduction, and then all that's left is The pixie, the biter, Carlisle, and a petite brunette.

"As you probably know, I'm Esme. You've probably heard a lot about me; I've certainly heard a lot about you."

"I hope they were good things." the words tumble out of my mouth before I have time to stop them, but luckily everyone in the room chuckles.

"I'm glad you've brought home someone with a sense of humor, Carlisle, we can certainly use it around this house.

For the first time since we've entered the house Carlisle opens his mouth to speak, "Where's Edward?" he asks. I try to hide my interest; I almost forgot about the boy with the bronze hair. The one who haunts my dreams.

"He said he would be back later, he had a school project to do." She says the excuse quickly then I would have expected, and then changes the subject, "but for now, why don't we get Isabella settled, "have you eaten dear?'

The question catches me off guard and I realize that for the first time in four years I'm not on a strict schedule. "No." I answer .

"Good." Esme says with a smile that make me think about twinkling lights. She grabs my hand and leads me deeper into the kitchen and I can't help but think of my mother, her face pops into my head so abruptly, that I don't have time to comment on the coldness of Esme's fingers. She fixes me a plate of lasagna, and as the scent of the herbs touch my nostrils I for once remember what home feels like.

I carry the plate back to the table, and my eyes water a little at the sight of all the smiling faces around me. "Thank you Esme." The simple gesture or gratitude is easy, and Esme makes no big deal of it.

"No need to thank me Bella. We're family, and family helps each other.


Alice grabs my hand as soon as I am done eating and pulls me up the stairs.

"I've set up, organized, and designed your room. I've also taken it upon myself to buy you a couple of things, in case you didn't have your own." She opens the bedroom door, and instantly I'm stilled by the way it mirrors a reflection of a happier part of me. The bed in the middle of the room is big, and it is draped in navy blue silk, the walls are bare an colored a light tan, on the dresser there lies a huge mirror and a million make up products, that I don't care much for, but the main thing that catches my eyes is the trail of music notes that lines the walls and seem to whisper the quotes that are written above them.

"You seemed like a music lover," Alice pats me on the back, "You have your own personal bathroom, there are some clothes in the closet, an ipod that has all different genres of music and almost a million songs, and if there is anything you need, don't hesitate to ask." I don't pay much attention to the door as it closes behind her, but when I have the strange contraption of the ipod in my hands I'm mometarily enthused.

I remember when they were first made, and dad said he would think about buying me one for my birthday. They were smaller then, and defiantly not as thin and big. When the light comes on and I start to scroll down the list a band triggers a part of my memory, and when I find a song I haven't listened to in ages, I think of a friendship I once had with Jake. I press play and adjust the volume as I place on the dock and the music drowns out any other sounds in the room. The song is set to repeat, and when I enter the shower it takes all I can do not to cry.

"Don't worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely

Give this song another listen

Close your eyes

Listen to my voice, it's my disguise

I'm by your side."


A light familiar sound wakes me. For a moment I don't remember where I am, but when I see the moon light through my bedroom I remember that I've been saved. What is that sound? I get out of the bed as silently as possible, and crack open my door. Claire De Lune. I follow the sound of music, and slowly I make my way down the stairs. My eyes adjust to the darkness and for a second the music falters. As if it's controlling me I stop, but begin to walk when it starts again; I follow the sound to a small room and that is when I see him.

His hair is stunning in the moonlight, and his hands move across the piano like a ghost. The tune is like heaven and hell; a small part of my chest burns for everything I've lost. I want him to see me, and I hope that maybe he'll notice me, but he says nothing, and neither do I. It's as if the silence, and the music combines us, so as he plays that final note I walk towards him. I place my fingers over his and together we press that final key. I feel electricity, but he rips his hands away from mine.

I back away and try to whisper out an apology without stuttering, "I'm s- s- sorry. I didn't mean to." But before I can finish he's already moving in the opposite direction.

Damn, Why does Eddie always have to be so cold?

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-SincerlyChelly (formally known as blkbrat47)