Title – TMV (Twilight My Version)
Mortality – Edward is the human and Bella and the Cullens are vampires.
A/N – The coach's name is actually ALANA not ALAN, it's complicated but I think I fixed it.

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Chapter 14

BPOV – When I arrived home the entire family awaited my arrival. I entered the house and they circled around me noticing his scent. "Esme." I began. "He's agreed to come tomorrow."

Esme smiled gleefully. "Really, he's not afraid."

"He's actually afraid that you won't like him, Rose, Emmett, and Jasper have made their impression."

Esme scowled over my shoulder. "They'll be on their best behavior. Right?"

"I'm not okay with this, this isn't only about you." Rose hissed. "I've said it once and I'll say it again, this is not a good idea and if you kill him do not come to me for comfort. If you kill him you'll know that this is all your fault and we may never be able to come back, the Volturi will find out what you've done. When that happens, don't expect me to stand by your side."

"I would never expect such a thing," I retorted. "Just remember that I stood by your side when you found him, I didn't judge and I didn't ask questions. I helped you protect him; I supported your decision to keep him."

She knew very well that I spoke of Emmett, everyone did. "It's not the same thing."

"You could barely touch him, your mouth watered at the sight of his blood. I was there and I didn't leave you, when you proposed we take him to Carlisle, I never once negated you my help. He would've died had I not been there. What I'm asking is so much simpler, I'm asking you to bite your tongue, asking you to be nice is far too much to ask."

She scowled fiercely and momentarily looked up to Emmett. "You're right, I can't be nice. This is a bad idea and you know it but I'll attempt to keep my mouth shut."

"It'll be greatly appreciated."

She parted from us and rushed up stairs leaving Emmett behind. Closely behind her, Carlisle and Esme left, outdoors.

"Emmett, Jasper, he knows you hate him." I began before Emmett interrupted me.

"Uh…that's not true, I don't hate him." Emmett said. "I just think it's dangerous. It's a dangerous game, you're playing."

"That's the thing, you think this is a game and it's not. This isn't a game to me, I care about him so much. This is important to me, just trust me Emmett."

His softer side finally came into view. "Okay, I can trust you. Remember that this involves us all now, he doesn't know your secret he knows our secret."

"He has no intention of saying anything."

"I can be nice."

"I thought so." I turned to Jasper. "Jasper, I know, I –"

He gave me a curt nod. "I'll keep my distance."

"You know it's not personal, right."

"I know."

"I have to go." I finally said. The glanced warily at each other but neither of them said a word as I walked out. I made my way through the trees and over to his house. I saw a light on in his room but he was asleep. In the background I could hear his music playing…Parachute VA, if I'm not mistaken.

His window was halfway open, an invitation inside.

I climbed up to the branch in the tree closest to his windowsill. Silently I slipped inside. The dim light I had seen from below was coming from his ipod speakers. I looked over to his bed and saw he was sleeping peacefully, curled up, on the edge of his bed. He was cold. I could see the goose bumps on his arm. I closed the window as softly as I could and then grabbed a warmed blanket from his closet.

I sat with my knees to my chin and my back to the headboard of his bed. I watched him sleep for a long time. He didn't so much as stir in his sleep. I didn't move a muscle and he remained at peace, usually if I made the slightest noise he'd stir or sometimes wakeup. He turned over once but other than that he was calm.

The next morning when he opened his eyes he met my stare. He rubbed his eyes and seemed groggy. "All night?"

I bit my lip. "I took the open window as an invitation."

"I couldn't be sure if you'd show, it seems like you're the one calling the shots in this relationship."

If only he knew that it was he who was in charge. "It would seem so. How was your sleep?"

"Good." He sat up and noticed the blanket.

"You were cold. Come on, get dressed and I'll make you breakfast, Charlie's at the station. They called him early in the morning." He showered last night. His hair had the scent of cucumbers radiating from it.

"Cereal is fine."

"Pancakes are fine as well, am I wrong?"

"If you insist," fighting with her was useless.

EPOV – While Bella was downstairs I got dressed. I settled for a white polo and dark jeans.

At the table was a giant breakfast waiting for me. It looked great, a lot better than cereal, I had to admit. I took a bite out of the pancake and it ad to be the best thing I had ever eaten. "What were you like a chef in Paris or something?"

"London, actually" She replied lightly.

"I was…kidding."

"It was only for a year."

"Why would you cook food that you hold no desire for?"

"It was indoors, the public never had contact with me. Carlisle was working nights, at the time it was only he, Esme and I. I was bored and as a human I used to love cooking."

"Its good food."

"I'm a little rusty."

I took the last bite my breakfast and when I walked out of the house I saw that Bella's car was sitting on the driveway. "When did you have time to go get your car?"

"My sister dropped it off, are you ready?"

I wanted to say, absolutely not but I was fairly certain that wasn't the answer she was looking for. "I can't wait to meet your mother."

The road to her house was winding and lined with trees. We reached a clearing and in the center of the clearing was a large white house with a long driveway leading up to it. The house was partly hidden by a couple of trees. I wasn't able to see the front door until we drove up to it. Beside the house was a very large garage, it seemed to fit about 10 cars. One of the garage doors exposed the pure white inside. The floor was white and so were the walls, the counters and cabinets that lined the back wall were a metallic silver. The most impressive things were the cars.

"I take it your family is a fan of cars."

"Hobby, we can't really drive them here though."

Cars like those don't help drive away attention. I spotted a pink Porsche, a black Mercedes, a red BMW, a large Jeep, and perhaps a motorcycle among others. "I can see why."

Before I stepped onto the patio the front door opened and a warm, brunette woman emerged. She did not look old enough to be Bella's real mom but I knew she was Esme. "Edward."

I approached her and shook her hand. "Mrs. Cullen it is a pleasure to meet you."

"Esme, my dear, how are you?"

"Good, Bella said you wanted to meet me."

"Oh yes, you've made her so happy. You make her glow with joy."

I smiled. "I'm glad I could be of service."

"Come in," she said eagerly. "Everyone is inside waiting for you." She led the way into a spacious living room. Scattered among a couch and a loveseat were her siblings and her father.

Alice was the first to jump out of the love seat bringing Jasper a long with her. "Edward, I'm so glad you're here!" She gave me a light hug and a peck on the cheek. "You know Jasper."

"Pleasure," Jasper said with a curt nod.

"Alice, aren't you exuberant." Bella muttered. "This is Carlisle Cullen, I'm sure you remember him from the hospital, he's my father."

"Hello Edward."

I shook hands with him. He was just as cold as Bella.

Emmett was next to come forth, Rosalie hung back behind him. "Edward."

"Uh…hey."

He sighed. "Relax, I'm not going to like…kill you or anything." He was amused alright.

"Emmett." Bella hissed.

"I'm serious, I've already promised that I wouldn't. I guess we got off to a bad start, I'm not actually a brute though I'm sure you think otherwise."

His size compared to mine was still not reassuring. He really did intimidate me. "No, I didn't, not at all."

"We should hang out." He offered. "I heard you liked the cars."

Heard, now I have something else to add to their supernatural abilities, I guess I'm not too shocked. They are so much better at everything, I'm sure there's not really an exception. "Yeah they're nice."

"Rose here is the expert."

My eyes darted behind him to the usually beautiful blond with a scowl on her face. Her weight was shifted to her right leg, her arms crossed and her stance was uncomfortable. She didn't like me. It was so much deeper than everyone else's distaste. She seemed to have a really good reason. "Hello Edward." She finally said in a monotone sentence.

She was forced that was quite clear. "For the record, you don't have to like me, whoever is making you be here which to my knowledge would be Bella, should relieve you."

"You're good." Rose replied bitterly.

Her eyes shifted to Bella. "Fine Rosalie, if you must, you may leave, in theory you did hold up your end of the deal."

Instantly Rose turned sharply and escaped up the stairs. "Bella, you shouldn't have made her."

"Somehow I'm not surprised that you found out all on your own, may I ask how."

"Her body language, she's a lot easier to read than you are, actually everyone is."

"Really, do me!" Alice chirped.

I chuckled. I liked her. "Sure." I examined her thin frame. The smile on her smile was dead give away to her mood. Her eyes were interested and warm, before she seemed a tad worried, earlier I saw her watching Jasper, but then it all faded. "You're glad to meet me and you're curious about why it is I've agreed to come. You're really close to Bella and earlier you were worried about Jasper but I'm assuming you had a vision that it'd be okay. It's a guess."

Her smile widened.

Everyone saw this and Emmett finally asked if I was right.

"Yes." She said amazed. "It's unbelievable."

"My turn!" I almost expected Emmett to raise his hand, with all his excitement. I could really see that he was nothing like I expected.

"He isn't a circus animal." Bella said disapprovingly. "I'll show him the rest of the house."

"We're making lunch for you." Esme informed us.

"Oh, okay."

"We'll go out." Bella assured her though I shot her a look and she stopped talking.

"I'm sure it'll be great, Bella's already proved to be a master in the kitchen." The rest of the family filed out through the dining room to the kitchen.

"Pardon them, they are happy to see you but you already know that."

"Everyone is pretty easy to read, everyone except you, and it's baffling really."

She took my hand and led me upstairs. "This is the upstairs. Down the hall is Rose and Emmett's room, to the left is Alice and Jasper, and to the right is Esme and Carlisle. Over here," she pointed to the opposite side of the hall, "is my room. It's as far away as possible."

"Why?" I asked interested.

She sighed. "Let's just say I don't have a midnight companion to mute the all the noise."

"Oh." I almost wished I didn't ask.

Bella recovered quickly and took me into her room. It was nice, I liked it. Two of the walls were white and the back wall was a midnight purple, the opposite wall was a large glass wall with a door leading to a balcony. In her room there was no bed just a white loveseat. One of the white walls had two ceiling high shelves, all were books. In between them was a silver stereo stand typed of thing. There she had a few pieces of music. The other wall had the white love seat pushed up against it and up above it there was a beautiful vintage acoustic guitar propped onto the wall. It was in mint condition.

"Do you play?"

She shrugged. "Not especially, I'm able though it's not really my choice pass time. It's more a souvenir." She walked over to the loveseat and took off her shoes. She stood up on the seat and retrieved the guitar. "Here, you can have it."

"No."

"I don't play."

She thrust it foreword into my hands and I reluctantly took it. "Bella I'm not accepting this." It looked highly expensive.

"Can't say I didn't see this coming, I'll keep it for you and you can come play it whenever you want."

I struck a cord and the sound that I was given in return was quite rewarding. It sounded so…great. "What kind is it anyway?"

"1932 Martin "C-3" Archtop Acoustic." I wasn't a guitar expert or anything but I knew that this guitar was probably worth a lot. There weren't many out there.

"Expensive."

"I bought it in Chicago the first time I was there, after everything."

"Why a guitar?"

She laughed. "I always wanted to learn but I wasn't really coordinated as human so I bought it and I taught myself but I want you to have. You would really enjoy it, you'd appreciate it more than I do, and it's been on the wall for years."

"I don't even want to touch it, I'm afraid it'll break."

"That's it!"

I arched my brow, out of habit. "Okay."

"You're my vintage guitar."

At that I had to laugh. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, you're my vintage guitar. You're beautiful and so breathtaking, I want to have you in my arms but I'm afraid to hurt you. Don't you see that that is how I feel when I'm around you?"

"I'm your vintage guitar, that's a little weird but…I get it."

She smiled, embarrassed. "Maybe I shouldn't have said that."

I continued laughing. "No, I'm you're vintage guitar."

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Here it is! I hope to hear back for everyone.

~Toodles.