The day or two that followed our Volturi experience was a blur, literally a blur. I do not remember leaving Volterra, nor do I remember returning to our hotel in Florence. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the Volturi attacking those people…Aro's power-hungry persona, Marcus's empty shell…, the secretary bringing in the partygoers too drunk out of their minds to realize that they were about to die a horrible death, Jane's red, demonic eyes and the hatred I felt and saw in those eyes because I refused to stay…burning into me…

Most importantly, I was ashamed, I felt like I had let Carlisle down, knowing that if he hadn't held onto me right before and during the massacre, I had been fully prepared to give into my instincts.

Finally on the third day, Carlisle told me we were leaving Italy. Grateful to be leaving the city, but not ready to face the family I was reluctant…I barely noticed as we boarded the airplane and it took off.

I'm not sure how long the flight was, but as we began to descend, I knew we weren't heading home…I was positive of this when I looked out the window, brightly lit through the dark night, was the lights of Tower Bridge…and further down…Big Ben.

My eyes went wide with surprise as I looked over at Carlisle quickly; he chuckled to himself as he continued to read his newspaper.

I pressed my face against the glass staring at my city… my homeland…my god I was home…I stared out the window, trying to absorb it all, it looked like I remembered, as if the war had never happened as if Germany had never dropped a single bomb on us. Churchill had been right…

I remembered the Prime Ministers speech in June…1940, after we had learned via the Wireless that France had fallen to Nazi occupation…it had been full on panic around the city… we would be next, everyone knew now that France had fallen we were the next logical target, and with the occupation of France, it would be easier for Germany to begin an assault on us.

I knew then, as did my countrymen…we all knew we were the last European stronghold, if we fell, there was nothing to stop an invasion of the United States. Churchill had been short of pleading with Roosevelt to join…but the American president couldn't budge…he was bound by the will of the American government at least that's what Carlisle has told me.

No one spoke in my house when Prime Minister Churchill began his speech, a speech that sent a shiver up my spine…I remember it word for word and after hearing it, it renewed strength in everyone, no matter what was coming, no matter what Hitler had planned for us…we would face it and survive.

"We shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our Island home…to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny if necessary for years, if necessary alone…We shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be… We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing ground, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills…" My thoughts paused…

"we shall never surrender…"

I recited Churchill's speech in my mind with pride, and the last four words I said aloud… he had been right…we Brits would never surrender…we had fought and defended our small island and we had succeeded

Carlisle nodded his approval and went back to his paper, as the plane began it's final descent…

When we landed I couldn't help looking around, Heathrow…it had been used to hold some of the planes left from the RAF…most were well protected in Coventry and Bristol, but during the Blitz a few were kept on hand, but now…Heathrow was an actual airport and by the looks of it, it was quickly turning into bustling airport.

"Carlisle…" I said softly as we walked towards a cab waiting for us "not that I'm not appreciative or anything, but what are we doing here?"

He thought his answer over carefully.

"layover," was the answer I got

"layover?"

"I thought you might like to see London again," he said winking. I gave my first real smile in days.

"What are you up too?" I asked my father, I could read it all over his face he had something planned and it was more than just bringing me to visit my homeland.

"Just wait and see. We really need to work on your patience and attention span, especially if you will be attending school in the fall."

I took a deep breath, I could smell the sooty air…the smell of the Thames not far…I had forgotten how much I missed even the god awful smell of that river, which thanks to my heightened sense, was ten times worse than it had been when I was a kid.

Inside the taxi, Carlisle gave an address to a hotel right in the center of London, I spent the entire ride out the window taking in my city, it really hadn't changed as much as I had truly expected, as much as I had feared.

We checked into the hotel and as soon as we did, we ventured out into the streets. I followed Carlisle still taking everything in as he hailed another cab…and gave the driver my old address.

When we pulled up and got out. I tilted my head to one side looking at it closely…it was boarded up, but was still standing. Carlisle paid the driver and joined me as the driver idled the cab for a second before shutting it down completely, he leaned back in his seat and appeared to have fallen asleep.

It had been nearly eight years since my mother had died, and yet the house looked unlived in and boards aside, it looked as it had the last time I saw it, when Edward and I hid across the street watching as Carlisle gently broke the news of my "death" to my mother…

As if reading my mind Carlisle nodded.

"No one took it?" I searched my memory for the bit about my family's property in my parent's will… didn't that go to my relatives as well.

"You still own it…" Carlisle explained, "it is yours to do with as you see fit."

My eyes went wide

"So…no one has touched it since my mothe…" my voice trailed off, Carlisle nodded. We walked up the step and I pulled off the board protecting the door, but I stopped before opening it…something was wrong "Carlisle…I thought my mum was killed…I thought the house itself was leveled with her inside…"

I tried to think back, trying to remember if that was what I had read…but for some reason I couldn't remember that explanation for my mother's passing. I have a feeling that I had blocked it from my memory.

Carlisle shook his head sadly

"No one knows what took your mother's life…neighbors came to check on her and found her in bed…she had passed away in her sleep…"

I felt my stomach drop and I leaned against the railing separating our house from our old neighbors…who had long since vacated the area.

Suddenly I didn't want to go into the house…I wanted nothing to do with it. I had made my peace that this was no longer home and it hadn't been for eight years, nearly nine…

Still I pushed my way into the foyer. Instantly a flood of memories attacked…dust had coated nearly everything, but it was my house…the foyer where my jacket, scarf…waited for me in the morning, both of course hadn't hung there in years, I had been wearing both that morning…I had lost my scarf under the building same with my jacket.

I moved through the doorway to the left and entered the family room, the wireless was still in it's rightful spot, mum's chair and dad's chair nearby.

I walked over to the chair and brushed some of the dust away before breathing in deep, I could still smell the tobacco from my father's pipe and surprisingly I could even smell my father, though it had been so long since he had last sat here.

I could picture the room how it always looked after supper, brightly lit and warm; I could even see myself sitting on the floor reading my books.

The first thing that caught my eye was the family photograph sitting on the mantel, my parents and myself. I took the photo in my hand, holding the frame gently. I felt like a grave robber even though I had more right than anyone to be in here.

Carlisle waited by the wireless as I moved from the family room to father's study. Photo albums tucked neatly away in a bookcase among his medical books, journals, and stash of pipe tobacco, I lifted the cover and inhaled the vanilla smell of his pipe tobacco.

When Carlisle had come to England to settle my portion of my parent's will, he had procured some items without being asked, my grandfather's pocket watch and a photograph of my parents and I, standing with the Duke and Duchess of York.

I was only three in the photo, but I remember the event…I was presented to the Duke and Duchess of York, the future king and queen of England after George V would die and Prince Edward, who would've been King Edward VIII abdicated in 1937. I was one of about fifteen toddlers who were presented to the then Duke and Duchess, of course there was no way back then for anyone to know that I was being presented to the future king and queen. I don't remember why I was chosen to be presented to the royal family, but it was a proud day in my family and my parents were honoured by the event as I would be.

Gazing around my father's study now…I realized that those two items, the photo and the watch, they weren't enough. I would gather everything that held significance and importance to me and my family, then I would let the house and everything in it go, sell it, auction it, donate it, I didn't care.

Carlisle followed me at a distance, allowing me the time to say goodbye to my home. He followed me upstairs to the second floor landing, where my bedchamber was.

When the Blitz started, mum insisted that I sleep downstairs in the guest room; she hated the idea of me sleeping at the top of the house with bombs being dropped all around us. But all my belongings remained in that room, she just wouldn't let me kip up there.

Except for the night before that day…I had convinced her to let me sleep in my own bed…just for one night…the only reason I got away with it was because our neighbor down the street had lost her house…she was catching a train to Cornwall the day of the attack, but needed a place to kip for the night.

Thinking about it now, I felt a bit better knowing that the last time I would ever sleep… had been spent in my own bed…my own room.

I pushed open my door and received a shock…my room looked nearly the same as the day I had left it, aside from being covered in thick layers of dust it was the same and my bed being made no one had touched it. My pyjamas from the night before lay in a crumbled heap on the floor, where I had left them eight years ago and my slippers were not far from the pyjamas.

I wandered my room, allowing the memories to flood back. On my desk sat a pile of papers, the neatest part of my room. I had been writing a letter to my father, I remembered now…

I'd had a few minutes before I would have to leave for school and had taken the time to start a letter to him, a letter that I hadn't finished. I remember…I had promised myself I would finish it when I came home and would send it out on my way to school the following day. Lined up on the back of my desk were my books, I wouldn't leave without them and piled the stack of fifteen or so hard cover books on top of one another to be packed.

Next to it sat my tin of soldiers, such childish toys that I had enjoyed so much, before the Blitz, war had been a game to my friends and I, how quickly that had changed and yet we still played war, no longer outside, but in the privacy of our houses with tin soldiers…fully aware that real men were out there defending our country, and dying for our safety and freedom

On the floor next to my desk was my old messenger bag. Perfect. I lifted it up, it was empty of course, but not for long.

I headed to my wardrobe. The clothes were not important, what lay at the bottom of the wardrobe was. My cricket gear, I took my father's cricket ball, my bat, father's cricket jersey, and his hat which I was holding onto for him and gently put the smaller items in the bag. The cap I pulled on, it was as it had always been, much to big on me, my ears barely holding the material up, I dreamed of growing into the hat and the jersey to be able to wear them for myself, play cricket with my father on the team…but just having them would have to be enough. The bat obviously wouldn't fit, but I would not leave it behind, Emmett needed to be shown that there is such a sport as Cricket. And by god…I would teach my brother to play and we would have a cricket match.

Also at the bottom of the wardrobe was my secrete stash…a box full of important trinkets and coins. I had at least thirty pounds in British shillings in that box, and coins from around the world.

I did not collect coins as a hobby, but when my father took trips to different medical conferences before the war, he always brought mum back a shawl, a bonnet, or some other form of accessory and he gave me the coin or even sometimes the paper currency from that particular place. I had Reichsmark from Germany, a Finnish mark from Finland, a lire from Italy, a French franc, I even had about 3 Japanese yen, though I'm not entirely sure where he managed to get that. My favorite coin was a simple dime from the US and a piece of eight that my father swore was over two hundred years old.

Also in the box was letters from my father, a few newspaper clippings about this and that, mostly about the RAF and even an article about my father and the work he was doing, bringing medical care to villages around England and Scotland that lacked it.

As I was digging around through my box, something brushed up against the top of my head, I looked up and saw my old school uniform still hanging. I had outgrown it the previous school term, and had been all set to throw out it, but mum was waiting until our neighbor was a little older since he would be attending the same school, mum just figured give it to him.

Who knows what happened to him or his family, maybe they moved away, maybe they died during the blitz….

I saw on right breast of my school jacket, the union Jack… sewn neatly on the fabric with my schools name printed underneath. I reached back into my box and pulled out my pocket knife, carefully I slit the patch off of the jacket, it came off rather easily and I put it in my box, looking everything in it and around my closet carefully before shutting the wooden box and locking it for the journey home.

With one final glance around my room, I started towards the doorway, Carlisle had followed me upstairs, but had stayed in the door, allowing me my time, but when he saw the pile of books, he quickly left, returning moments later with a box large enough to pile them into.

I was just about to shut my door forever when something on my pillow caught my attention, tucked in amongst my strewn blankets. I put my belongings on the floor and slowly went over there. I leaned over my bed and gasped my surprise, it was Beddleton Bear, covered in a pound of dust. I pulled him out of the blankets and dusted his soft fur off, he had been my favorite toy as a young child, there had even been times when I could not fall asleep unless he was safely tucked in with me.

Of course I had outgrown him around seven or eight, but I had never wanted to lose him. Mum had wanted to clean him up and send him to my cousin Olivia, but I remember, even at ten years old, I wouldn't let Beddleton go, I hid him in the frame of my bed so he was at least nearby. I don't know why I had held onto the thing, if any of my mates had seen it I would've been the laughing stock of London, but it was something that had been with me from the day I was born, he had been bigger than I when I was a baby, and even as a toddler he was still half my height. He had always seemed so huge when I was a kid and now looking at him after so many years, I realized he wasn't a small teddy bear, he was at least a foot and a half long.

But looking at him and then looking at my bed, a wave of emotion broke over me. I could almost see the scene playing out, my mum must've found him when she was attempting to clean my room after I had died, it must have been to much for her to handle and she only got as far as my bed. She would've seen Beddleton, if she had knelt down to pull my sheets. She must have tucked him into the bed, in the hopes I would come home. It explained why my room looked the same, she expected me to come home and left it as I had so I would feel at home.

It felt silly, holding the bear in my hand, I wasn't seven years old anymore, hell I wasn't even fourteen anymore even though I felt it sometimes and certainly looked the part. Carlisle was still at the doorway watching the scene unfold, waiting for me to make the decision to leave, he wasn't going to pull parental decision here, this was up to me. A part of me wanted to just put the bear back where I found him, but just as I wouldn't let my mother send him off, I couldn't leave this part of my childhood behind, I wouldn't hear the end of it from Emmett, but Beddleton was going home with Carlisle and I.

As I walked down the stairs, my bag resting on my shoulder, cricket bat in one hand and stuffed bear in the other I allowed my sharp memory to take in every aspect of the house, every molding every part of the wallpaper, every creaking step. I felt relieved and saddened at the same time, the past was finally becoming just that, the human side of my story was coming to a close with this last chapter, because even with my belongings and memories going back to my new home in Washington state with the Cullens, with me, I had finally let go of who I had been, making way for who I now was.


A/N: Well folks, that's it for the Volturi chapter. It will be a couple of days, but by Monday I will have uploaded one last part of this but it will be to thank all my wonderful reviewers personally. So be on the look out for that. For those of you who are wondering why I havent added the outtakes for Sun Never Sets, I'm having a bit of trouble tweaking them, they were just spur of the moment chapters that can't even be called chapters 'cause they are so short I thought they were done when I re-read them, but when I went to adjust them into single chapters, I started fixing again. But if you guys have patience I will try to get them fixed, finished, and uploaded by Tuesday Valentines Day at the latest.

The New Moon version will be up by Friday hopefully, at least chapter one. I'm going to warn you guys now and I re-warn you when that gets uploaded, I made a mistake uploading a new chapter of the Sun Never Sets up everyday, I should've spread it out and I didnt that was me being dumb and I can't do that for the New Moon version, so that will get uploaded every couple of days to spread it it out.

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Hope you all enjoyed this fic, it is one of my favorites I have written and I am really proud of it. Till next time! Thanks again!