Hello lovelies!

It is I, with another chapter, a gift to you from me for my Birthday for all reading and liking this story!

I was supposed to update this on Sunday on my birthday but yeah...cake, so...

Anyway! Here it is.

Reviewers:

Varsini C P - Nope, you can't! Unless you bribe me. I'm easy like that. Also, the reason why T sees Stephen's face is because if you've read the first story, James compels a night guard to shoot himself in the Seattle Museum where T and S both die. Like I mentioned in the chapters when T was in Volterra, she has developed minor PTSD. You can't go through what she's gone through without something effecting you and I can't stress how much she is NOT repressive like Book Bella. She just hides it better and lies through her teeth. She was in a state of shock when she died after learning that Stephen died too so when she sees a gun her first thought or flashback was when she had encountered a gun before which was in Seattle so that's why she sees Stephen's face. Another example is when she was cornered by the group of vampires in Volterra. Riley and Victoria had done the same thing to her so that's why that's what happened in her flashbacks. Hope this helped! Enjoy!

GraceEllingson - I'll be honest with you, I finished plotting the final chapters today and I had another plot twist in my mind but I thought it would be very very VERY cruel so I decided against it.

Kat Smith - Have I ever introduced anyone in the story who is not a bad guy? Let me know in AO3 which fic you're reading! Also, puppies are so bratty but I can't help love them uwu! Now about the bulletproof thing. See, the concept with vampires is that they drink blood to survive, which means that the blood is artificially replenishing their bodies because they don't create the cells that comprise of blood. But the blood they consume has to...GO...somewhere right? I don't understand the original Twilight's concept of Venom because then whenever they bite something, even to feed they leave venom behind right? So, it's a very stupid (sorry) idea and seems kind of like Meyer didn't think it out much. Especially since he was able to make a very human Bella pregnant, which means his semen was potent enough. So...like what was she doing, am I right? In this story, I have made them have fully functioning bodies as long as they consume a healthy or enough amount of blood that a living human needs to run their organs. Since Edward is not made out of marble but has penetrable muscle, flesh, etc. But since he is still a vampire with supernatural healing abilities, the bullet didn't do as much damage as it would do a human. Only, he still will lose blood and going a long time like that would cause his organs to dry up and him to desiccate.

The gun remained cocked in my hand as I sat on the bed in Lizzie's bedroom, eyes fixed on her back as she sat hunched in a wooden chair, quiet, occasionally letting out a small sniffle.

My mind went back momentarily when the same gun was trained on me and how my breath had quickened, my pulse thudding in veins, bringing back every horrible thought and situation in my mind, making me relive them within the span of a few seconds. I shivered involuntarily, the silver of Edward's bracelet clacking against the carbon of the gun's handle and Lizzie flinched.

"Oh, stop," I snapped. "You were just about to shoot me. What are you so damn scared of?"

She flinched again.

"I…I didn't have another choice. It was you or me." she said finally.

"Who told you that?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just…I can't…there's nothing you can do anyway." She mumbled.

I was about to open my mouth when the door opened again.

Edward entered the room, his jacket back on, Stephen following close behind. There was stiffness in his step but he looked otherwise fine.

I immediately stood up, almost running to him and Stephen intercepted the gun midway as Edward drew me closer to himself. His arms lifted around me and I breathed in his calming pine scent.

"How are you?" I asked.

"My back's healed, it feels a little sore but that's just the tissues adjusting with the blood loss. I will be fine. I just need to feed again." He said, voice muffled against my hair as we pulled away from our embrace when Stephen cleared his throat.

"Guess biology paid off after all," he said, making us chuckle before he turned to look at Lizzie.

"I left the bullet in your bathroom, hope you don't mind." He said pleasantly.

"Guys we should leave, there's nothing more here and we need to talk to talk to Sorenson." I said.

"He doesn't want to talk to us, love." Edward warned.

"Doesn't matter, he will talk." I said my voice hardening.

The drive back to the Cullen House was tense, Edward driving with a taut jaw and both Stephen and I staying silent until he was pulling into the enormous garage. Carlisle was already waiting there, a call from Edward notifying him of what had transpired.

His brow was creased as his son clambered out of the car and he placed both hands on Edward's shoulders, looking into his eyes.

"Your eyes are too green. You need to feed urgently and soon, unless your organs start drying up. How much did you lose?" he asked, gaze keen and professional.

Edward sighed.

"I really have no idea but we moved as fast as we can." He informed.

Carlisle nodded before looking over at Stephen and me.

"Come inside, I already asked Dr. Sorenson to come at his earliest convenience. He did not seem that he was going to refuse.

While Stephen stayed downstairs, telling the rest of the family about what happened, I followed Edward to his room, watching with trepidation as he began to shrug his soiled shirt off, now dried and crusted. His back muscles, defined and coiled were framing a small discoloration right in the centre where the bullet had penetrated his skin. He grimaced, making a face in the mirror as he twisted his torso to see the injury.

"It will be fine. Once I feed, the blood will erase the bruising." He said and I nodded, moving closer to him and placing my palm against his bare back. The temperature of his skin had dropped frighteningly and he even shivered at the temperature difference.

"Edward, you need to feed." I whispered.

He shrugged my hand off as he turned to face me. "I will, as soon as we have answers from Sorenson." He murmured.

"Will that be enough? Because…" I trailed off as he brushed past me, walking to his expansive closet and fetching a fresh shirt.

"I…I could…you know…"

Edward calmly turned to look at me, nimble fingers buttoning up his shirt.

I sighed, closing my eyes to muster up courage. "You could feed on me."

There was a pause, a silence so profound that I had to peer out of squinted eyes to see Edward close the closet door and marched up to me, his hands – too cold – cup my face and bring it up to his lips.

He brushed his lips against my nose, trailing them up to my forehead before kissing a trail down to the corner of my mouth; feather light kisses as he moved to the edge of my jaw.

I stood absolutely still, not wanting to disrupt him if he was indeed going to take me up on that challenge.

"As much as I admire your courage to do so, my love, I'm afraid I must decline." He whispered finally.

My eyes flew open.

"Wait, why, you need to feed!" I protested.

"I know but not on you."

"You once told me about blood sharing being intimate between vampires." I pointed out and he grinned.

"I did, but we have nothing to prove to anyone. I'm not going to feed on you, ever." He said with a finality that was masked with his smile and he pressed a final kiss to my forehead.

"We should go downstairs, I hear Sorenson's mind."

Looking down to where Edward entwined our fingers, I nodded.

By the time we made it down, my cheeks slightly burning when I remembered that every vampire in there must have heard my offer to Edward and his refusal, Sorenson was already seated in an armchair, a defeated look on his face.

"Good evening, doctor," Edward started, pleasantly, making my eyes dart up to him when he pressed me to sit on the couch next to Alice and Stephen.

Roosevelt looked at Edward before leveling his eyes with where Stephen and I sat, gaze impassive.

"I took you for smart people."

We didn't say anything.

"You were smart too, staying away for as long as you could but you had to come back," he sighed.

"We didn't come back on our own accord, Professor; we were attacked in our real world a few times before we woke up back in Forks." Stephen said.

Sorenson didn't seem impressed as he glanced around him, gulped then nodded.

"I suppose you still want to…know?"

"Well, considering that we just happened one of your ex neighbors who tried to kill me and shot my boyfriend, I'd say the answer is yes." I said coldly, watching his eyes go once to Edward's before meeting mine again.

"Alright," he said, leaning forward and straightening his back, "I suppose it must all come out into the open."

He stood up, turning to us and suddenly he wasn't a lanky man who had been troubled by the world. He was a professor giving a lecture.

"It all begins with my wife, Emily."

"I met Emily when I was a college professor. Yes, I know, it was a long time ago. She was a dewy eyed creature who was so…wondrous, so taken with the world. Her eyes shone with what she saw."

Sorenson smiled a little.

"She was full of fantastic ideas, of this being a little perfect fictional world where she hid away from her real world, her demons, and her short comings. It was so…amazing, of how she could keep this idea while dealing with the world. Needless, I was swept off my feet."

"It wasn't long before we got married. Our marriage was happy, firstly to say, we had a house big enough for a family, nice neighbors, each other, it was all perfect."

He paused.

"It was perfect."

"Emily was trying to be a writer; her work was marvelous as far as I remember and I was working on my thesis when things began to change. She began to have night terror. She would wake up in cold sweat and it would take a few minutes more every time to convince her that this was real. She always thought that this world was a dream but I never grasped the reason why."

"One day, she told me I should change my course of research and start on dimensional strings, build further on what we knew about parallel universes. I told her that parallel universes were just a theory and proving it would be making me look like a fool unless she knew someone who knew how to walk through the walls between our worlds."

"She didn't take lightly to that, I remember. We fought about how she would prove it to me. It escalated fast. She began to scream about how she wasn't as inferior as people thought of her and that her sister – I had no idea what she was talking about – would know to respect her."

Roosevelt removed his glasses.

"She disappeared a week after that incident. I was at the office, citing sources and I called home to tell her I was on my way home. No one picked up so I thought she was probably outside in the garden or in the bathroom. When I got home, there was no sign of her…for the whole night."

"I tried to look for her but to no avail. Her friend, Elizabeth and I called the police, filed reports, put up ads, nothing worked."

"It was then that I turned my attention to her work. I must've looked through everything she had when I reached the conclusion that she was indeed telling the truth."

He looked at us.

"Parallel universes exist, there are breaches, fault line between then where they can touch and bleed parts of each other from one plane to another. People who can tap into this breach and cross across worlds exist as well."

"My wife was not of this world. She had been right to treat this world, where monsters exist, as a dream land, a fancy to visit then put away. I threw myself in this research for years before I realized what I had done to myself. I had no proof to prove that Emily was not dead, no proof about the universes, nothing. I had reduced myself and had left nothing. So I left it all behind."

"When I met you and Stephen, I realized I had a chance at finally getting proof. So when I heard that you went back home, I did exactly that. I went back to the one place Emily always called home, looking to see if there was a breach that I could walk over."

"Did you…find one?" I asked.

He didn't move, looking out the window into the woods.

"I found something, alright. When I entered the house that Emily had never let me visit, I was suddenly surrounded, by people I had never known. People who couldn't have been in the house,"

"My first thought wasn't joy that it had worked. I had found a fault line – the doorstep to Emily's house – and crossed over. So, I found J. Jenks, who helped me vanish the same way Emily had disappeared all those years ago. I never knew that I would find her like that."

"You found her? Where is she?" I asked sharply.

Sorenson smiled sadly.

"You misunderstand. Just as I did, the same way that she fooled me for all those years. When I went back, to the other world, I found out the truth, of what she was trying to do, what she had done and what she was planning to do."

Stephen sighed, "Am I the only one confused?" he asked.

Sorenson ignored him, turning his attention to me.

"Why do you think that Stephanie Meyer is behind you being here?"

I blinked.

"I…there's no one else who could…I mean,"

"You don't have solid evidence, just like I didn't."

I shook my head.

"What if I were to tell you that the mere reason of you being here was to fulfill a path that was made on a selfish whim? A power that was wrongfully abused…"

"I don't understand."

"Emily was a sister in a family of six children, hungry for the attention that her oldest sister snagged after a becoming famous. Also, she was contemptuous of what could've been and how what she saw had been so cruelly snatched from her."

My mind reeled, processing the hints that he was feeding us.

"Are you saying that…?"

"Emily had the ability to detect breaks in dimensions, travel through them and she came upon this world where vampires, shape shifters are real. When she relayed her findings, instead of being taken seriously, her findings were passed off as fiction in a novel. When the novel became famous, there was no one who would believe her."

He turned to face us finally.

"Emily is Stephanie Meyer's younger sister."

I'd like to put in a disclaimer here that while Emily Morgan is Stephanie Meyer's real life sister, she is probably not bat crazy as I've shown her in the series. I'm sure she's a sane and sweet person.

So...who saw that coming?