AN: Someone has asked what April looks like so I'm just going to describe what I envisioned her to look like (however feel free to picture her to look the way you envision her to look like). To me, she doesn't really look anything like Bella at all aside from having a similar hair colour. I always picture her to look like a younger version of Amy Acker (Root from 'Person of Interest') - Long brown hair (slightly reddish in certain light), greenish or hazel eyes, very bright smile and fairly tall (I'd say she'd only be an inch or two smaller than Rosalie).

Chapter 5

"Carlisle is home." Rosalie says after a moment, standing and walking towards the door before turning back to face me, "come on."

I quickly shuffle off the bed and follow her out of the room and down the stairs where we are greeted by the rest of the Cullens (excluding Edward). Carlisle turns to look in my direction and narrows his eyes at me before his face breaks out into a grin and he chuckles, "Well it's nice to see you again, Miss Swan. I see you've fully recovered."

Emmett lets out a laugh as I begin to blush, "Yes, thank you."

"Oh my God!" Alice suddenly exclaims making me jump, "You're the girl who listed all of the Disney characters she would sleep with when she was high on painkillers?!" She continues before bursting into laughter.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," I mutter, my blush intensifying.

Carlisle chuckles again, "Alright, that's enough teasing. Why don't we all sit down?" He looks pointedly at Alice and Emmett while gesturing to the sofas, "we have a lot to discuss."

We all make our way towards the sofas and sit down, with Rosalie of course sitting beside me, and everyone looks at me expectedly.

"Oh, am I starting?" I ask, confused, and they all continue to stae at me, "okay... I'd like to know why you were all watching me eat my lunch earlier as if I was eating a TV remote."

"A TV remote?" Emmett echoes, one of his eyebrows raised.

"You know... as if I was being weird or as if you thought I was about to do something questionable." I elaborate.

Carlisle sighs, "Before that can be answered, we need to tell you something about our family. It's going to sound crazy to you, but we need you to believe us because it is the only way I can answer your question, okay?"

I nod, "Fire away."

There is a long pause that lasts around 30 seconds when suddenly Emmett groans impatiently before stating, "We're vampires."

An extremely intense, anxious atmosphere envelops the room as the whole family looks at me nervously. I am unsure of how to react. It certainly would explain a few things; the superhuman beauty; the extremely pale skin; the fact that I have yet to see them eat anything at lunch; the fact that they just moved here recently because vampires don't age so they can't stay in one place forever; the fact that they seem to be able to stare at me for ages without blinking. That being said, aren't vampires nocturnal? Don't they have fangs?

I turn to look at Rosalie and she raises her eyebrows as if she's afraid I'm angry at her. I let my eyes take in her entire appearance, observing any detail of her face and skin that I can see.

After a moment, I let my hand reach up to run across her cheek, "I must admit, I've just now realised how cold your skin is". She looks at me confused as I let my hand fall into my lap before continuing, "I suppose it sort of makes sense but..." I stop myself from continuing, knowing that if I were to finish my sentence I'd only end up looking stupid.

"But what?" Carlisle asks gently.

I sigh, "I don't know, you're just not exactly like the vampires I've read about before."

"What? No fangs or a house full of coffins." Emmett says jokingly.

"Well, yeah, I mean... Don't vampires sleep during the day and live in old, haunted, creepy houses with only candles to provide light?"

"No, April." Carlisle answers, "At least not in this day and age. Similarly to any creature, vampires have sort of evolved over the centuries."

I sit silently for a moment, attempting to take in this information without freaking out too much, before a realisation hits me, "Please don't take offense when I ask this, but I can't help but jump to this conclusion." They all look at me with concerned looks, "Are you going to kill me? Is that why you were all staring at me?"

"What?! No! No, no, no, no, no." Rosalie suddenly blurts out, turning her entire body to face me.

I narrow my eyes at her, "Then why-"

"We don't drink human blood." Carlisle explains, "I promise we aren't going to hurt you." He reassures me softly.

I let out a small sigh of relief before looking at Rosalie apologetically, "Sorry."

She smiles at me, although it seems more like a grimace, "It's okay, we should have said the bit about not drinking from humans first."

I chuckle, "Yeah, you might want to lead with that next time." The tension that was present a few moments ago had slightly died down, "well if you aren't going to kill me then what has this got to do with me?"

Carlisle leans forward in his chair, "Well... we're vampires so that means that we usually can smell everyone's blood. We don't always want to drink it but we can definitely smell it." I look at him questioningly, feeling even more confused than I did before, "The thing is, and I noticed this as soon as I walked through the door, we can't really smell your blood at all. I knew you would be here when I got home but when I walked through the door I assumed there'd been a change of plans. Rosalie said after she first met you that she was surprised she hadn't been at all affected by your blood and doesn't even think she smelt it at all."

"Well, what does that even mean?" I question, slightly scared of what his answer will be.

He observes me for a moment, perhaps just judging how I'm taking everything so far, before he asks, "Have you ever felt like you were different? Or do you know of anything in your past that might indicate to you that there is something different about you?"

"What do you mean by 'different'?" I respond, very confused as to what he's getting at.

There is another long pause before he finally states, "I mean not entirely human."

I stare at him for what seems like hours trying to grasp exactly what it is that he just said. There is no way he could actually be serious. "Wait... what?"

"I realise that this seems like an odd suggestion for me to make, but I am struggling to find any other explanation." Carlisle justifies.

I take a very deep breath before looking towards Rosalie, "what do you think about this?" I ask, not at all accusingly or angry. I just need her assurance.

Her eyes soften and she takes my hand, giving it a light squeeze, "I don't think there is another reasonable explanation either, April." I nod slowly, unsure of what to say, "are you sure there's nothing you can think of that might help explain something?"

"Well, no I don't-" I begin, before something suddenly pops into my head, "Oh wait..."

"What?" Alice asks, finally joining the conversation out of curiosity. I'd actually almost forgotten that there was anyone here besides myself, Rosalie and Carlisle.

"Well, it's just... I said this to Bella the other day and I don't even know if has anything to do with this but... maybe?"

"What is it?" Carlisle persists gently.

"My dad is best friends with a man named Billy Black." As soon as his name leaves my mouth, the tense atmosphere from earlier returns and I let out a huff, "Yeah, to be honest, he gives me the creeps as well."

"What do you mean? In what way?" Rosalie demands, her teeth slightly gritted.

I shrug, "I don't know, just everytime he comes round he always looks at me funny. Like how you guys did at lunch only way worse. So does his son. It's as if they are confused by my presence there. Like they know something I don't and they keep trying to tell me with their eyes. But then sometimes they just glare at me. I don't get it." I say, running my hands over my fave, slightly frustrated.

I feel Rosalie's hand rest on my thigh reassuringly as Carlisle comments, "That is quite odd."

Rosalie purses her lips, as if debating with herself internally before looking at Carlise and beginning, "You don't think-"

"No," He calmly shuts down whatever she was about to say, "We would be able to smell it on her if that was the case."

I narrow my eyes at his words, "If what was the case?"

Carlisle smile apologetically at me, "I'm sorry, but the answer to that question will have to wait a while as it's not my place to say. However, rest assured you shouldn't let it concern you as what Rosalie was wondering isn't true, in fact, I'd say its impossible." He looks back and forth between myself and Rosalie reassuringly before stating, "If it's okay with you April, I'd like to look into this further with you. Not right now, I'll give you a few days to let all of this information sink in, but I do think it is important that we figure this out."

"Yeah, of course," I say shakily, my head hurting slightly from receiving all of this confusing information.

Rosalie takes my hand softly, pulling us both to our feet, "Come on, I'll take you home."