Eliza's POV

"Eddie."

This has truly been the most emotionally intense few days that Eliza could say she has experienced. From explaining her leave of absence from the city to her Mistress and kids, to traveling across country to confront the man let go of, and his family, for the death of her brother, to helping a panic teen on the side of the road and coming face-to-face with the man before she was ready, to now. Seeing her brother, alive and well, when she was prepared to mourn his loss. If she were still human Eliza thought she would pass out in shock and it seemed that her brother would have joined her on the floor, based on the expression he was giving her.

"Eliza?" he asked hesitantly, and Eliza found herself entering further into the office. She could barley register that Carlisle was still in the room nor the soft sound of the door closing behind them. All Eliza could focus on was her brother. He seemed just like Eliza remembered, tall, soulful, and his eyes regained the golden hue they once had. The last Eliza saw him, his eyes still held the red hue from his rebellion. If her heart could beat, it would be singing due to the joy she felt.

Time seemed to slow as the two siblings stared at each other. Eliza was not sure what to do. She wanted to embrace her brother, seeing him again reminding her how much she missed him. However, Eliza was aware she had not seen him in about eighty years, and he might not want anything to do with her anymore. Frankly, Eliza wouldn't blame him. She knew the risks when she decided not to come back.

'But they were happier without me. Rose's letters said so,' she would not help but think, forgetting that her brother could hear her thoughts just as loudly as if she said them out loud. The result of that thought was immediately. Eliza found herself snapped out of her sad musings by the loud, angry, growl that exited her brother's throat.

"No, we weren't," he stated and before Eliza knew it, she was locked in his embrace. Edward hugged her like if he did not hold her tight enough that she would disappear like smoke. Eliza tried to return the hug with a more comforting embrace, but she doubted that it mattered. Her actions were what made him afraid and she was ashamed because of it.

"You're alive," She said quietly. Frankly, she was uncertain if she meant to say it or not, but she felt Edward's chest rumble with a silent chuckle.

"You are alive too," he answered, and reluctantly began to loosen his grip on his sister for them to look at each other again. It was in this moment that Eliza wished she and her brother shared the same gift. Wonder that if she knew what her brother was thinking, that it might lessen the uncertainty in her chest. "Za, what happened?"

"I could ask you the same question," she responded. "Last I heard you were going to a dance with a human girl and the next I hear is you killing yourself. I imagine something had to happen in between."

"Just a few things," Edward said with a chuckle but before he could continue, they were interrupted by a forced cough from Carlisle. Clearly trying to remind the two of them that he was still in the room. If Eliza could blush, she would have as she turned to look at him. Eliza would be lying if she said seeing Carlisle again didn't affect her. He had ever since she saw him across the room that night at Mrs. McClear's social party, where she and Edward were forced to perform for Chicago's society while her father tried to broker a marriage for her. However, Eliza quickly snapped herself out of that memory before she would get lost in in again.

'Get a grip Eliza, he is happily married now, and it is not to you. What you had was not real, and you know it,' she scolded herself and swallowing her feelings and wants in order to regain the emotional control she had worked so hard to build. Eliza remembered her mistress calling her a masochist for cannibalizing her gift in such a way. That it would only make her a slave of misery all her days. She could not help but think she might have been right.

"I think this conversation would be best had at home; don't you think?" Carlisle asked but it was a question that didn't need an answer. 'Yes, we should probably not have this conversation within earshot of some many humans.'

"That's a good idea Carlisle. I have my car outside. I will bring Eliza home with me," Edward answered, not removing his hands from his sister's arms as they were still in a half embrace. Eliza could see a peculiar type of emotion begin to form on Carlisle's face, but he said nothing. Instead, Eliza found herself being escorted out of the office and hospital by her brother. Their arms linked in the way they used to be when they would walk with each other. Eliza wondered if it was too old-fashioned of an act now.

They passed by many confused and curious faces as they left the hospital and made their way to a fancy silver car that was located not very far from the entrance. Like a gentleman, Edward opened the door for her.

Edward's POV:

When Edward decided to with for Carlisle in his office, he thought it would be to talk with him about Rosalie's deception and his own thoughts regarding his sister, not to have a private reunion with her. However, Edward was not one to kick good miracle's in the mouth, not since Bella and Volterra. He had his sister in his arms, and he was not going to let her go, not matter what she thought about their life previously. He thought about that a lot as they made their way to the parking lot. They were happier without me. Rose's letters said so… he is happily married now, and it is not to you. What you had was not real, and you know it. These two thoughts stuck out the most to him. They were in such stark contradiction to reality that part of him feared that his sister was locked in some sort of delusion.

'Hell, Carlisle was about to kill me when I told him I was going to take you home alone. If that was not proof of the man's feelings, I do not know what is.' Edward thought as they began the journey home. Edward purposely going the speed limit in order to delay their arrival and assess his sister. While physically, she seemed the same, Edward could tell that emotionally there was much that was different. Besides the few thoughts he was able to glean from her, the remainder were a mystery to him. It was not like Bella, who he could not hear at all, but it was like trying to listen to someone whispering from 100 yards away. Muffled and indistinguishable. It was more that a little frustrating if Edward was honest.

"So, whose Bella?" Edward heard Eliza asked the question caught him by surprise.

"How do you know about Bella?"

"Rose's letters."

"Rose has been writing to you?"

"On occasion. I don't think she likes her very much," Eliza stated, and Edward could not help but laugh. 'No, Rosalie did not like Bella. Not at all.'

"That's the understatement of the year."

"Then why don't you tell me exactly what has been going on. It seems that Rose's letter leaves much to the imagination. I imagine there is more to the story then just the girls desire to join our world. You know it is still a soft spot for her."

"It's a long story," Edward answered half-heartedly, part of him was more interested in knowing his sister's story verse telling her is own, but another part wanted to hear his sister's thoughts about his relationship. He still trusted her option above all others, and a big part of him wanted her approval.

"Do we not have time?" She asked and Edward pulled his car over. 'Yes, we have time. We have all the time in the world.' So, Edward began to tell his story. How he met Bella, the battle he endured with his self-control, their relationship, James and Victoria, the party, leaving and the hunt for Victoria, Jacob and the werewolves, and what happened with the Volturi. To her credit, Eliza did not speak throughout the whole tale until he finished.

However, at time began to tick by and she remained silent, Edward began to feel more and more nervous. 'What is she did not approve of his relationship? What if she was angry with his actions?'

"Well, you certainly found a lot of trouble for yourself. Several near-death experiences, a psycho ex-mate to deal with, and it seems like romantic completion with your neighboring shifters. It would make fantastic romantic novella series to be fair."

"Shifters? Do you mean the werewolves?"

"They aren't werewolves. They are shifters, who happen to take the form of wolves, but that does not make them werewolves. Trust me, I know this."

"How?"

"Perhaps another time. We are talking about your story, not mine," She responded tersely.

"Are you angry?" Edward asked with a small sense of fear. There was a part of him that did not want to upset his sister. Fearing she might leave again and never come back. It must have been a thought that was clearly written on his face because he heard her sigh before sadly before answering.

"I am not please with your ungallant, stalker like, behavior at the beginning of this story, nor do I like this controlling nature you are showing, but no. No, I am not angry at you," Eliza answered with a small smile. "You are well grown now, despite your young biological age, and I cannot stop you from doing what you are going to do. I would be a hypocrite if it tried. However, if I can offer some sisterly advice, I would not make Charlie an enemy to you. I imagine that if Bella left her mother, even if it was to let her travel, to live with her father that she holds a great love for him. It would serve you better to make him an ally to you verses your enemy. If he were to like you again, then he might levy her punishment to allow you more access than sneaking through her bedroom window. Which, while romantic, is very ungentlemanly by the way."

"And how would you propose I do that. The man hates me and for good reason."

"I'll help you. You clearly need some refresher lessons on being charming," Eliza answered with a giggle and Edward could not help but laugh at her teasing.

"I missed you Za," Edward said and grabbed his sister's hand. What she did next surprise him and she dragged his hand to her and kissed it.

"I missed you too, little brother."