Hola mis amigos! Como estas? Hey everyone! Sorry for the late update, I just wanted to go back to the ye old 24 pattern. It's my lucky number, so I like to update on the 24th of every month :)

Anyway, I was slightly dissapointed by the lack of reviews...only 15, but then I thought about it. I was like, "This is what you get for not updating for months. You lose your readers!" I don't really expect many reviews now, mainly because school has started and none of us have any time. I understand that!

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Back at the Cullen's House

"Do you think she is alright?" Rosalie randomly asked as she sat down on the sofa, curling up her knees next to her.

"I don't know, but when she comes back, she has some explaining to do." Carlisle said, moving the newspaper away from his head so that everyone could see him.

"What do you mean?" Emmett asked as he sat down on the sofa next to his wife. He put his right arm around her body and she leaned against it.

"Why did that happen in the first place? Did she know that Esme was a part of our family? What happened to her that made her behave like that?" Carlisle started to get angrier. "We need answers, Emmett! She can't keep us in the dark for everything!"

Suddenly, a door slammed upstairs. The Cullen's all turned their heads towards the figure walking towards them. She had an angry look on her face and was prepared to talk back against the head of the family.

"Fine, you want answers?" Esme shouted as she stopped in front of her husband. "Well, here they are!" She sat down on the floor next to Carlisle's chair. He made a move for her to get up, but she held up her hand, effectively stopping him from trying to help her.

"I was a crazy…and slightly deranged human." Esme started to say, but was stopped by the whooshing of air next to her. Leaning against the door frame, was her oldest…yet youngest son, Edward, smirking like no tomorrow.

"Keep going, Esme." Is all he said to her. He still kept his wicked smirk on his face. He wasn't usually like this, but it was slightly fun for him to hear his "mother" speak wrongly against herself.

"As I said before, as a human, I was crazy and slightly deranged." Esme said once again. "I had mixed up all my views of right and wrong and used my religion in a very bad way. Somehow, I was able to twist my insight on the existence of angels and demons and connect it to Bella."

"Honey, I'm sure it wasn't as bad as your making it out to be." Carlisle rubbed her shoulder with his hand, putting his newspaper on the small table next to him at the same time.

Esme's face was one of dejection and heartbreak. "Carlisle, I'm not exaggerating it, and neither was Bella. It truly was and is as bad as we both are making it out to be." Esme told him and the others, stressing out the "we both" part.

"Continue." Rosalie whispered from Emmett's shoulder. She was looking at Esme with calculating eyes. Was she really as sorry as she was showing to everyone?

Jasper, sensing Rosalie's confusion, walked towards her from his study, with Alice trailing behind him. He walked behind the sofa she and Emmett were sitting on and tapped her arm. Rosalie looked at him with her piercing gold eyes as he nodded his head.

"She is." He said to her quietly.

Alice walked around her husband to join her sister and brother on the couch. As always, Jasper followed her and sat down next to her.

"It's okay to be confused, Rosalie. You don't always have to be right. Sometimes, being wrong…can also be good." Alice wrapped her arms around Rosalie in a comforting embrace. Rosalie hugged her back tightly. Alice softly smiled, as this was the first sisterly moment the two had shared.

Rosalie removed her arms from Alice and stood up. Turning her head towards Esme, she said, "Look, I'm not going to forgive you, but I'm not going to shun you forever either. I will not harbor the same respect I had for you before, though. All of this," Rosalie moved her hands around, "has taught me not to judge appearances. You think you really know a person, until you find out about their bad pasts. We both have horrible pasts, which in a way bring us closer, but they are different too. You had a choice, but I didn't. You could have loved Bella like you would've loved your son. A human female can get pregnant more than once. You know, maybe, if you had accepted Bella, you wouldn't have been overly stressed all the time, and maybe, just maybe, you're baby son would've lived." Rosalie ran to the front door. "I'm going for a hunt. Join me if you want. I'll be back in a few days."

The only thing you could hear in the room was the door closing. It wasn't a hard sound, but a gentle click of the lock instead.

Rosalie wasn't angry anymore.

Edward's smirk had disappeared. "She's right you know." Edward said. "One thing she forgot to say, though, was that even though you are sorry, you still haven't fully understood the consequences of what you did." Edward sat down on the couch and folded his hands together, looking at Esme. "Right now, we are talking about the mind of a five year old girl. I'm sure Carlisle will agree with me, even if he is your mate, and if he does agree, there is nothing wrong with that. When a loved one tells you something that doesn't necessarily make you happy, they are doing it for your own good." Edward's velvet voice flowed through out the room. "I don't have a mate, so I don't exactly understand how it feels, but by reading all your minds and living with mated couples, I have a general knowledge." He explained.

Edward looked at Carlisle. Esme would only understand if Carlisle told her that saying sorry and kissing up to Bella isn't going to make everything alright.

Carlisle looked down at his wife. He was scared of what she might think. They never really had any fights in the time they'd been together.

Immediately, Carlisle felt a rush of confidence running through his body. He switched his gaze to Jasper, who looked at his father figure with motivation. It was the same with Edward and Alice.

"Esme, dear, they are all right." Carlisle stood up from his chair and kneeled down in front of his wife. He grabbed her hands with each of his and caressed them with his thumb. "I love you, but you need to know this." He stood up again, and paced around the room, a billion thoughts ran through his head at the moment.

"The mind of a teenager or a fully grown human being in general can be complicated. The mind of a little child is even more complicated. Little kids have this humongous learning capability from when they are newborns to until they are around four. How else do you think they learn to talk, or walk? It is by copying and looking and hearing the actions and voices of the people around them. Not many know this, but they are very good judges of emotion. Since you weren't…the biggest…fan of Bella, the emotions and things she copied off from you would be life lasting. In addition, from what I recall, Bella was quite the genius as a child, am I right?"

Esme nodded, "Yes, she was very smart for her age."

Carlisle continued. "Because of her IQ level, her learning capability was enhanced, thus explaining the exaggerated emotions to the matter towards you."

"So you're saying that what I did scarred her?" Esme asked.

"In a way, sweetie, yes, you did. For those five years, she grew up without a mother's love, which at the same time caused her to think that all mothers were like this. It wasn't until she met that Lexi woman that she realized that the way you were acting towards her was…wrong." Carlisle paused for a moment, before continuing. "This caused Bella to be very confused. For a long time, Bella thought that a mother was a cruel, heartless person who didn't care about anybody but herself."

Edward smirked as he heard Carlisle say those words out loud. Finally. He thought. Carlisle grows a backbone towards Esme.

Alice covered her mouth with her hand. Esme would be quite mad at her if Alice suddenly started laughing out loud. Feeling Alice's spike in emotions, Jasper groaned and hid his face in Alice's neck.

"Carlisle!" Esme exclaimed. She was truly shocked. Carlisle had never spoken to her like that before.

"I'm sorry, dear, but the truth hurts. I had the sudden urge to say that out loud." Carlisle straightened his tie. "I'm actually glad I did."

Esme so badly wanted to glare at all of them, but she had a feeling that if she did, it would break out into chaos. "I'm going to ignore all that just happened. Please, continue on about what you were saying before." She said monotonously.

Carlisle cleared his throat, a human trait he seemed to have acquired from his coworkers back at the hospital. "Yes, um, I was talking about….."

"Bella being confused." Edward reminded his father figure.

Edward pondered upon this for a moment. It was strange seeing Carlisle forget something. It was strange seeing a vampire forget something. As a part of their transformation, vampires are blessed with an amazing brain capacity. It was amazing on how much information a vampire can hold in his head. They were also given the gift of photographic memory.

"Right." Carlisle thought out loud. "There is nothing much I can really say about it anymore except for the fact that it would be a miracle if Bella forgave you."

Bella POV

The fresh scent of jasmine filled my mind as I stepped onto the doorstep of the house I grew up in. As I walked, my hands grazed the tender flowers on the side of the walkway. I remembered how Lexi, dad, and I spent hours planting all of them here. I found it quite shocking that they still survived all these years.

How did they manage to survive?

I shook the thought out of my head and looked up at the big tree next to the house. As a child, I would spend hours with that tree. We used to have an old swing attached to it, but Blake broke it when he pushed me too hard. Unfortunately, I landed on top of Lexi's rose bush. The kind with thorns.

I was so angry at him! I chased him around all day. He was so scared of me at that time. We ran all the way to his house and into his backyard. To hide from me, he ran to his father who was feeding the sheep at the time. But he didn't make it to his father. On the ten feet there, I managed to stick my foot out and cause him to trip…into the sheep's poop.

I laughed like crazy, and so did his dad. Blake was so mad at me that when I stuck my hand out for him to grab, he pulled me down next to him and I landed face first into the crap. I didn't talk to him for two weeks. He being the stubborn boy he was, wanted me to say sorry, to him of all people. I told him that until he apologized to me, I wouldn't talk to him.

He caved in three days and said sorry, but I still wouldn't talk to him. For the next eleven days, he sent me various gifts. He sent me flowers, chocolate, ice cream, and so much more. My favorite gift was the one he gave to me on the fourteenth day. It was a book. More specifically, it was Wuthering Heights. He stole it from his mother's library. I was so surprised that she hadn't caught him.

I tried to read it at first, but I couldn't understand a single word. I really wanted to go to Blake, but I couldn't. As a child, my pride and my stubbornness were two things I grew up to admire about myself. Even though they landed me into some tricky situations, I would never do anything to hurt or belittle them. But one day, our parents are organized a family picnic at the beach together. Not thinking, I stuffed the book in my beach bag to read at the picnic. I never imagined that Blake's mother would find it. I thought I was so smart then.

Yeah right.

After eating, I ran to the tide pools and set up a towel onto the dry sand. I knew I was alone when the loud chattering of my parents soon became a dull buzz. I took the book out of my bag and flipped to the first page.

I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I announced my name. (Directly copied from Wuthering Heights)

I was so confused as I read the first paragraph. "Desolation? What kind of a word is that? Who uses desolation these days?" The little me complained. I would usually go to Blake for help, but I didn't want to talk to him and was sure that he didn't want to talk to me.

I imagined him next to me, his arms around my shoulders and his body crouched so he could talk to me face to face. He looked happy in my head, so why couldn't he be that happy in reality? Is it because I'm four years younger than him? Is that why he isn't as nice to me?

"Desolation, to put it simple, it means empty, alone, or gloomy, Bella." A smooth voice said. I turned around and saw Blake's thin and gangly form. He wore a loose dress shirt and pants that ended at his knee.

"Andrew!" I exclaimed. I was about to stand and run up to him, but I stopped myself. He doesn't want to be your friend anymore, remember?

Why did the idiot have to change his name? Personally, I like Blake better, it suits him, but…seriously?

"What was that, Bella?" Blake asked. His voice suddenly sounded different, it was as if he was angry.

"What? I didn't say anything…" I scratched my head in confusion. I don't think I said anything…

"Why wouldn't I want to be your friend anymore?" Blake moved so that he was glaring right down at me.

Wow, did I seriously just say that out loud? With my luck, of course I did.

All these years, and the bad luck still hasn't left me.

"I-I-I didn't m-mean to say that o-o-out loud." I whispered to myself.

Blake's face softened as I tried to explain myself. He kneeled down and lifted my head up with his fingers. "Bella, I want you to know that no matter what happens, I will always be there for you. It doesn't matter if we fight or hate each other with a passion. I will always be there for you, remember that, okay?"

I smiled, but quickly closed my mouth. My front two teeth were missing and I didn't want him to see it. I blushed and looked up at Blake from under my eyelashes.

"Now, Bella, let's start reading." He gently took the book from my hands and started reading from the start. His soothing voice washed over me and suddenly made me tired. I put my head on his shoulder and his free hand went around my small frame and he started to run his fingers through my hair. "Now, I usually don't understand this kind of stuff, I'm only eleven after all, but mother has read it to me so many times, that I practically know this story by heart." He looked at me. "So don't start thinking I'm smart." He smiled as I giggled. He looked up and he looked scared.

"Andrew, you okay?" I asked him.

Again with the stupid name thing!

"Andrew!" I shouted. He lifted his finger and pointed to something behind me. I turned around and soon, my expression matched his.

It was his mother.

Surprisingly, his mother wasn't mad. Well, she was at first, but when we told her the full story, she became one of those gushy people. She constantly would say, "Awwwwww," when she saw us read Wuthering Heights together. It soon became a tradition of us reading together. Any book really, but Wuthering Heights was special to us. I don't have the book anymore, sadly. I think it's in the Volturi Castle.

The Volturi. They must be so angry at me. They probably hate me now. I haven't talked to them ever since I left, and it has been a while since I did. Sure, Aro gave me the house, but that was years ago. I just never used it until a few months ago.

The Volturi and I have had our differences and fights, but we overcame them together. I know that they don't like me having animal blood instead of human blood, the feeling is mutual, but the other way. I hate hearing the screams of innocent humans being sucked dry. It makes me cringe every time I think about it. But I accept it because they are my family.

I can proudly say that I've never had human blood, but the urge to have it has, especially when I haven't had blood for a while. When I'm thirsty, I can hear the sweet scent of their blood run through their veins. I can hear their blood rushing as the adrenaline kicks in. I can smell the salt from their sweat as they realize that something bad is about to happen.

I feel myself get thirstier and thirstier as I think about the sweet scent of strawberries…and vanilla- my favorite scent. I shake my head and erase all the thoughts from my head. Just because I've never had human blood before doesn't mean I've never been tempted by it. I used to have a horrible aversion of blood as a human. I was able to smell it. I remember it smelling like rust. It's only when I'm thirsty does it actually smell good to me.

I need to hunt. Fast.

I look around again and realize that I've been standing in front of the door more ten minutes now, staring off into space. Good thing it's two in the morning.

I put my hand on the doorknob. There are only three keys to the house. Daddy had one, Lexi had the second pair, and I had the last. Daddy and Lexi died in a car crash the same day I died, so their keys are gone. Mine…are somewhere. They are probably in that old beach bag of mine that I took with me that day, but somebody probably took it.

I turn the doorknob to check if this was the one that was locked. Surprisingly, the door opened along with it. My eyes widen. How the hell is the door unlocked? Dad was the police chief for crying out loud! He never left the house unlocked and neither did me and Lexi.

As I walked through the familiar hallway, more and more memories came flooding over to me. It looked the same as it did in 1927.

I stopped to look at the table beside me. It held a billion little wooden frames with pictures in them. They were all surrounding a dead flower in a glass case. It looked like the one in Beauty and the Beast, except the flower was…dead. This was the flower my father gave Lexi when he proposed to her. Lexi didn't care that the flower was dead. She was all about preserving memories. I smiled as I ran my fingers down the case. Oddly enough, there was no dust on it. Now that I mention it, there isn't a single speck of dust anywhere in this house.

How strange.

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