Author's Note: Hey everyone. I do not think I mentioned this in the first chapter, but I am having this take place in modern day vs. 2007 just for any technology reference. Please read, review, and enjoy 😊

"What are you two talking about? Who's coming?" Emmett asked, looking at his wife in confusion that was reflected by the others in the room. However, it only took one look on Edward's face for Carlisle to know who their mysterious visitor is.

"Eliza."

Carlisle POV:

Her name escaped him before he realized he had uttered it out loud and Carlisle found himself beginning to steal his thoughts and feelings inside of himself. Carlisle could feel Edward's eyes on him, but Carlisle could not bear to look at the man. Instead, Carlisle kept his eyes fixed on the wall right next to Rosalie's shoulder while occupy his mind with reciting War and Peace. This served the duel function of keeping the man out of his mind and to give him space to reinforce the cage his beast was currently banging against the bars, refusing to be ignored a moment longer. His beast, the instinctual-vampiric part of him, was an element of his personality that Carlisle prided himself on being able to jail and ignore most of the time. It was the part of him the craved human blood and act out his more animalistic desires. However, it was also a part of himself that was the most honest. It was the part of him the knew coupling was Esme was a bad idea, that she would never be the true mate that he was seeking, because he has already found his mate and she went missing. 'Well, until now apparently.'

"Who?" asked the three clueless vampires in the room, but it seemed that they were going to be ignored for a moment longer.

"Where is she?" Edward asked, trying not to give much away in his voice.

"I'm not sure. She will be coming up from the south, but she won't be arriving until tomorrow evening. She just made the decision to come here," Alice answered, confusion still etched on her sharp features.

"Do you know where in the south she will be coming from?" Edward asked again, clearly trying to glean any information he could about where Eliza has been hiding.

"Why does it matter?" Jasper asked, the uncertainty and the tension in the room clearly bothering him.

"Because it does!" Edward explained, his hold on his anger finally giving way and his true, frozen, age beginning to show. He was heartbroken when his sister didn't return home when she said she would have, almost as much as he was. It got to the point the Carlisle thought he would rebel and leave him again and Carlisle could not bare that. Edward was his last link to his mate and the beast knew that if there was any chance of her returning that he needed to have him close.

'And it turns out I was right,' Carlisle could not help but let that thought slip out and immediately Edward's eyes were trained on him.

"New Orleans," Rosalie's voice echoed quietly causing both of their eyes to whip towards her again. Emmett, still acting as a shield for his wife and mate, looked down at her in confusion. "When I found her, she was in New Orleans."

"And when was the Rosalie," Edward asked with a sneer and the fight Carlisle was having with his intensified. Not only was it banging against the cage harder but now it was screaming. "She has known where our mate has been, and she has not told us!"

"1938," Rosalie stated, having the decency to look ashamed and slinking further behind Emmett. It was then that Edward fully lost his control over his anger but, instead of lashing out and causing an even bigger incident, he ran out of the house and into the woods with a loud roar. It took all of Carlisle self control to keep the beast at bay, but even he was struggling.

'1938! You have seen Edward and I struggling since 1932 and you found her in 1938 and said nothing!' Carlisle thoughts and he pinched the bridge of his nose. An old, human, comforting strategy that he has found using more and more in recent years when dealing with stress. It was then that he felt Esme put and comforting hand on his arm, trying to pass some comfort to this confusing situation.

"Why don't we all try relax for the rest of the evening. We'll talk more in the morning," Carlisle said and moved away from the others, wanting nothing more than to retreat to his quiet office and ease the tempest that was threatening to boil over within himself. He could tell that the others were not ready to let this topic go and could hear them questioning Rosalie.

"She is Edward's sister," he heard her answer before he made it to his sanctuary and shut the door. Trying to get lost in the blissful silence of the world around him and leave his thoughts behind.

Edward's POV

He ran. He did not know where he was going, nor how far he was willing to go. All Edward really was that he had to get out of there. He needed to get away from everyone, but especially Rosalie. '1938…. She has known where she's been since 1938. Why didn't she say anything to me? She's my sister!' Edward knew that if vampires had the ability to cry, tears would have been streaming down his face when he finally stopped by a waterfall and he was not ashamed to admit that.

Edwards has never talked to the other's much about his human life to his family. He hasn't even told Bella much about it. Like most vampires, those memories become the first to be lost in time, and the ones that he had left were murky at best. However, the memories that were the clearest were that of he and Eliza. Edward wasn't ashamed to admit that, as a human, he idolized his older sister. She was only three years his senior, but she always seemed to know the right thing to do, the right thing to say, at the right moment to make his problems go away. Whether is would be his father's frustration around his desire to join the army and not his law firm to a faceless girl once he fancied at school. Edward could always relay on Eliza to be there and guide him, even when they were turned into a vampire, she was there to help and guide him. 'So why did she leave me?'

The memory he saw in Rosalie's mind flashed in his mind. It was a memory that caused him to flee from the house; and it was a memory that cause Edward more confusion and hurt than he could imagine. For it proved that, while he felt he could always relay on Eliza for help, that the feeling was not a mutual one.

-Rosalie's memory-

Rosaline had separated from Edward and Carlisle in order to clear her head. Things had been different since Eliza the previous year and the two have them have been right insufferable in Rosalie's opinion. All they did was hunt and study and Rosalie desired excitement. So, she ventured to a place she heard stories about as girl that was said to hold the mystic and excitement she desired. New Orleans.

The city was everything Rosaline imagined, and the frequent downpours allowed her to venture out during the day. It was on such a day that she found herself in a thicket of wooded area just outside the French Quarter when she caught it. The sweet lilac scent of a person she thought was gone forever. Soon, a red house began to come into view. The canopy of trees casting the ground in constant shadow. Children of various ages ran about in their childish sport. Rosalie was so distracted by the site of the children that she almost didn't notice the strange scents that were coming from them. Some had the typical mouthwatering scent that all humans had but others more herby or musty scents that Rosalie didn't recognize.

'What is she doing here?' Rosalie thought as she began to walk through the moss-covered yard, the children paying her no mind at all.

"Hello Rose," She heard Eliza's familiar, tinkling, voice and found her sitting down under the looming branches of a willow tree. Rosalie was struck by how different Eliza appeared. No longer was she wearing the department store dresses that made Rosalie green with envy when she was human. Instead she was wearing a simple, non-assuming, home spun dress with patches scattered along the hem. A bundle of children's clothes in a basket next to her with a small sewing box in accompaniment. It was the strangest sight Rosalie had ever seen for the woman who she only knew as a vampire. A very human sight.

"Eliza!" Rosalie exclaimed and ran over to her. Ignoring the humans that were close by. "Wha-What are you doing here? Where have you been? What is all this?"

"Please sit my friend," Eliza answered calmly, and Rosalie noticed something different about her friend. The way she spoke, the expression on her face, it seemed… pained. It reminded her of the pain that accompanied fighting bloodlust; however, Rosalie knew that Eliza never had that problem. No, this was a different kind of pain. She sat down next to her friend on the mossy ground. "I'll tell you Rose…I'll tell you everything, but you need to promise me something first. I-I don't want to...You just have to promise not to tell them."

"Why not? Eliza, they miss you terribly. Carlisle and Edward-"

"Promise me Rose," Eliza said more firmly, and Rosalie could not help but give a reluctant nod. It was than Eliza told her story. A story that was so fantastical that, had she not heard her friend say it, she wouldn't have believed it. However, it was funny. After she told her story, Rosalie could not remember many details of it. The only one the stuck out was the Eliza left after discovering that she had a gift and that she did not feel safe enough around the them until she had a tighter grip on it. Though, what that gift was was also a mystery.

"They would help you though. Eliza, you know your brother and Carlisle would not-"

"I don't want to burden them Rose, nor affect them. Please understand, leaving was probably one of the hardest things I ever had to do. Much harder than controlling my bloodlust even."

"I cannot pretend to understand Eliza, but I will respect your wishes. However, please know that they miss you terribly. Things have not been the same since you left, both are right miserable and insufferable."

"I am sorry to hear that," She answered sadly. "I-I wish there was another way, but I can't risk it. Perhaps- perhaps things will go back to normal when you return."

"I doubt it," Rosalie stated while looking out into the yard. "So, what's all of this…"

"It's an orphanage. For children who have been affected by kind like us," She answered, and Rosalie noticed her expression soften for the first time since she arrived. Before Rosalie could ask further a little boy, no more than eight or so, with wild red hair ran up to them.

"Miss. Eliza! Miss. Eliza! Look at what I found, buried treasure!"

-End of Rosalie's Memory-

'She didn't trust me to help her,' Edward thought dejectedly as he sat there, and he sat there until the sun began to crest the sky. When it set again, his sister would be there, and Edward knew he would not let that opportunity slip away from him. He would get the answers he sought, and he will not let her leave him again. And Edward has a sinking suspicion that he wouldn't be the only one.