Endlessly

EPOV

I was running home with Emmett on my way back from a hunt. I took a deep breath of the air of up state New York and continued running. Emmett's thoughts, as they almost always were, were of Rosalie.

Unfortunately, these were images I had never wanted to know of, hear of, or be told of. Almost daily, a new image of Rosalie wearing either very little, or nothing at all, would flash in Emmett's mind.

The two had gotten married a year after Emmett's change, in 1936. This was also the year we moved to Hoquiam, an area in Washington.

In Hoquiam, we encountered strange creatures, shape shifters of sorts. They were Native Americans who had the ability to transform into large wolves. We had no idea what caused this genetic quirk, and Carlisle simply believes it is just that. A genetic quirk.

When we arrived in Hoquiam, we set out to hunt, but were cut off by three large wolves. Their minds were connected in a peculiar way; each wolf seemed to be able to communicate to the others through thoughts. The largest one, who I learned was Ephriam Black, spoke with an air of leadership. Get off of our land, cold ones.

They knew what we were, though it was through a slightly inaccurate tribal story. It was still enough to startle myself. "Carlisle, they know what we are," I spoke softly.

Carlisle stepped forward. "I assure you, we do not act the way others of our kind do. We do not, by any means, hunt humans. We attempt to blend into society; I am a doctor."

How can the cold one withstand the blood? Ephriam spoke. I relayed his thoughts to Carlisle.

He smiled. "I have discovered that I am all but immune to human blood. It took several years though."

Ephriam nodded his large, black snout. We still do not want you on our land. I do not trust that you wont kill our tribesmen.

I nodded in understanding, and told Carlisle. How can he know what we think?

I gazed at the wolf, smiling. "I can read minds." The wolves nodded.

Carlisle took a quick look at our group, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, and myself, before looking at the wolves. "We will not trespass on your land, if you do not come onto ours." I do not trust these wolves, nor do I know enough about them, to let them near our home.

The wolves agreed through their thoughts. I nodded, and looked to the wolves. "If you'll excuse us, we need to finish hunting."

The wolves growled in their goodbye and ran away. Emmett swatted the air around his nose. "Man, those wolves smelled!"

I scrunched up my nose, agreeing that the stench was unpleasant. It smelled like a combination of several rancid scents.

I stopped reminiscing, having arrived back at our house. A small vampire with black hair and a tall vampire man with blonde hair were in my family's thoughts.

I ran into the house, finding these two vampires. They seemed to be mates, both through their close proximity and their loving thoughts for each other.

The small girl stood up, and smiled widely. "Hello, Edward. I'm Alice, and this is Jasper," she gestured to the man sitting on the couch, who was covered in scars that took the shape of teeth marks. "I hope you don't mind. Carlisle and Esme said I should make myself at home…"

She trailed off, her tone alerting me that something had changed. Carlisle's thoughts only added to this. Sorry, Edward. We tried to be welcoming, but she felt that your room had the best view…

Wait, what? Carlisle detected my curiosity. Check out the garage.

I nodded slowly, and walked out of the house, sprinting to the garage. "What the-"

The garage door was open, revealing my shelves of records, couch, and my other belongings next to my car. I didn't know what to say what to think, what to do, even.

"Carlisle…." I shouted, about ready to let me short temper resurface itself.

Alice ran to my side, hugging me tightly. "We are going to be so close, Edward! I can see it! Thank you for not yelling at me!"

I stepped back, completely confused with the situation. She…saw it? I was about to ask what she "saw", when she smiled widely.

"That's right! I haven't told you yet! I can see the future through people's decisions," she said in her soft, high-pitched voice.

"That's…nice," I said, still unsure of how a simple hunting trip could confuse me so greatly. I could hear Emmett and Jasper on the lawn, fighting playfully. Jasper, I discovered through his thoughts, was a part of the vampire wars in the south. He was the perfect person to battle Emmett, who would not leave me alone about wrestling him.

"Yes, it is! And you can read minds! My husband can control emotions!" Alice said excitedly.

Carlisle arrived at the garage, an understanding look on his face. "Sorry, Edward. We could put you in the guest room." It would be nice to actually use that room.

I laughed at his thoughts, agreeing that I could move there.

Alice helped me carry my belongings into the spare room. "I've seen how you'd react when you find this box," she gestured to a dusty shoebox that I carried carefully.

"I didn't look at it when I moved it, I promise," she said softly. Do you want to talk about what is in the box?

I sighed and shook my head. "It's too painful. I'm sorry," I said quietly.

It's all right, Edward. I understand. I don't remember my past, so I don't know what would be worse: not remembering who you were, or being stuck with painful memories.

"Its not that I don't like to remember, it's just the ending of the memory that upsets me. I have to take the good with the bad, I suppose," I added.

The bad just overpowers the good, she thought sadly to herself. "All right, Eddie!" I growled softly at her nickname for me. "I'm going to get my husband. Sorry, again, for the whole stealing your room."

"No problem, Alice," I said, smiling. She nodded and ran out of the room,

When I heard her thoughts fade slightly, I sighed and looked at the dusty shoebox that sad on top of a pile of records.

While still watching the box, I placed a record onto the turntable, and walked back to the box.

The soft piano from Clair De Lune filled the air as I held the box. My hand carefully removed the top of the box as the arpeggios of the song continued softly.

I took a shaky breath as I looked at the contents of the box.

A picture of Bella and myself sat in a small frame. I stared at my human self, holding my other half.

Bella was smiling widely, turned slightly towards me, as I smiled down at her, also turned towards her. We were truly happy; we had no real worries about life. We assumed it would all work out.

My finger lightly brushed off the dust that began to collect. I began to sob silently, with no tears. I had always known that she was the only girl for me. We had such a deep connection, where I felt that I had to be with her, like a pull, after meeting her.

We had shared a few months together, which I would never forget, before she passed on. I still, after thirty-two years of being this monster, relied on Bella's memory to keep me on this diet.

I did not want to be any worse than I had to be.

I continued sobbing in my room, listening to Romantic music, like Chopin and Debussy, as I remembered Bella.

I softly heard Alice ask if I needed to be checked on, if I needed to discuss anything with the family. Carlisle and Esme, the only two who knew of Isabella, and Esme had only a vague sense of her, quieted her.

"It's been years; it's best if you don't disturb him when this happens," Carlisle said sadly. Come downstairs when you are ready, son.

Rosalie and Emmett were just as clueless as Alice and Jasper, though I had a vague notion that Alice would discover whom I was grieving over with her ability. I would have to make her promise she wouldn't tell; I didn't want the whole family putting a name or face to who I mourned, adding to the pity they would no doubt feel.

I put the picture away, placing it back n the shoebox. I put the shoebox in the side table, in a small cabinet that it held.

I let the record continue playing as I lay on the couch of the guest room, thinking of Bella.

Learn To Fly

BPOV

I sniffed the fresh air of Alaska and followed the scent of a vampire. A month ago, I ran into my second nomad, another human drinker, who informed me of a coven who had the same lifestyle as myself.

I decided to find this coven out of curiosity. Perhaps they could share secrets of this lifestyle, information of vampires, and help me fully understand what I was.

I had only my observations from thirty-two years ago to guide me as to what I was, and how I should live. The nomads gave no information away, just as clueless as I was in most aspects. The only thing they had told me was who the Volturi were. Maybe there were some other things I should know about vampires.

The scent grew stronger with every step I took, more vampire's scents appearing as I ran.

I followed the scent through the trees, finally arriving at a large house. It was positioned in a clearing in the trees, no humans around for miles.

I walked up to the front door, my hand raised in a fist to knock on the door. As I was about to knock, the door opened, revealing a beautiful vampire.

She had long, strawberry blonde hair. Her eyes were bright gold, her face a mask of kindness. "Hello. May we help you?"

I nodded and stepped into the house as she gestured for me to come in. "I've been a vampire for a few decades now, and want to know about this lifestyle."

She looked at me curiously. "No one has told you? Did you have a creator to guide you?"

I shook my head softly. "I have only my knowledge of myself to lead me."

"Kate, Irina, Carmen, Eleazer," she said softly. Four other vampires sat on the couches of the living room, and I sat down as well. "How did you switch to this lifestyle?"

I shrugged. "It seemed like the right thing to do. I don't want to be a monster…"

The vampire who I had been talking to gasped. "I don't think I have ever heard of anyone who has made that choice, other than Carlisle…"

The man, who I think was Eleazer, smiled, "Of course Carlisle thought of that! He's the kindest vampire you'll ever meet, Tanya!"

I looked at them curiously. "Carlisle?" I had met only one Carlisle in all of my existence: the blond haired doctor with golden eyes. Could he have been a vampire? It made sense, but how did he work in a hospital?

Tanya looked at me kindly. "Carlisle is a vampire of about three hundred years. He decided as soon as he was created to eat only animals. He helped sway us of this lifestyle."

One of the women vampires, the one with red hair that was slightly shorter than the others, smiled. "He has amazing control with his bloodlust. He is a doctor for the humans."

I looked at them, shocked at this revelation. "Carlisle was a doctor?" All of the vampires nodded.

"Had he ever been a doctor in Chicago?" I asked, excited now.

Another vampire woman with black hair nodded. "He worked there until 1918."

I gasped. How could I not have made this connection? "Do you know where he lives? I'd like to talk to him in person…"

Tanya looked thoughtful. "I think he moved to New York a few years ago. Which means, they will be moving again fairly soon… He doesn't stay in one place for more than a certain number of years. I think they might head to Prince Rupert, in Canada."

I thanked her, and stood up, eager to get to Carlisle. Maybe he had cared for Edward when he got sick. Though, I couldn't even be sure if he would recognize me, remember me, or care about me.

The vampires stood up. "You're leaving already?"

I nodded. "I need to get to him as soon as I can."

Tanya looked shocked. "Oh, dear! I'm so sorry! I haven't even introduced you to us formally! And here we are, all ready to say goodbye. I'm Tanya, this is Irina," she gestured to a vampire with long blonde hair.

"I'm Kate," the vampire with the red hair said softly.

"Carmen," the woman with long black hair said, smiling warmly at me.

"Eleazer," the man said, his face looked calculating.

"Very nice to meet all of you. I'm Isabella Masen," I said softly, still using Edward's last name, both out of habit and out of sadness.

"Isabella, do you know of extra abilities that some vampires have?" Eleazer said.

I shook my head, and he looked surprised. "You haven't noticed anything strange when seeing other vampires?" I muttered a 'no' quietly.

"My talent is to see the powers of other vampires. I think you have an extra ability. I know of vampires who can read minds, control emotions, see the future, inflict pain, and many other types of powers. I believe you have a shield of sorts that can protect your mind from pain or being invaded," the man said.

I gasped. Me? A shield? "Do all vampires have extra powers?"

Eleazer shook his head. "Unfortunately, I don't know how your shield would work. Carlisle's coven has a mind reader. You could work with him on your ability. That way you won't be hurt when you are testing your shield."

He eyed Kate. "Kate could help you, but it would cause pain…"

"No thank you," I said softly, not wanting to endure any pain. "I should get going to see Carlisle. To talk to him, and to have the mind reader assist me with my power."

They nodded. "I hope to see you again," I said quietly.

Tanya smiled. "See you later, Isabella. Good luck finding Carlisle," she said sincerely.

With another smile at the kind coven, I left their house and began to find Carlisle. My hand held my ring out of habit while, for the first time in many years, I was eager for the future.

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AN: So, Bella is going to see Carlisle, Alice and Jasper are now with Carlisle. I was literally gnawing off my lip in anticipation as I typed this chapter, squealing and getting REALLY into the story. Like, insanely into the story. Even though I write the dang thing, I still find myself yelling at the screen.... *shifty eyes*.

Oh, and for those of you who were too lazy to do the moth to discover the year, it is 1950. (1918+32=1950, if you are interested in how I got that. Yup.)

Sadly, I could think of no songs from 1950 that would work as the chapter title, so you get Muse and Foo Fighters.

Lets see: My random song would have to be "I'll Make a man out of You", from the movie Mulan (babysitting gets these songs in my head.) and the song on my playlist is....Muscle Museum by Muse, and just for the heck of it, I'll give you another: Change Your Mind, by the Killers. (In honor of their new album)

So, I am deciding to make this story longer than it was going to be (but don't worry your pretty little heads; it won't be dragged out, nor will it become repetitive.)

Thank you for reading and please let me know what you think!