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A/N: Hello again! It took me awhile to find the proper inspiration for this chapter, but here it is! You can follow me on twitter at Ailisraevyn for sneak peeks and chats! Luv you all!

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Special Thanks to: Z3raphim for his beta help and of course my gray cloud, OCDmess!

Chapter Playlist:
Paramore – Misguided Ghosts

EPOV

"Bree?" Rosalie said, echoing everyone's thoughts.

The girl just stood there, staring at Esme's hand. We were all frozen in disbelief.

Carlisle's mind is the one I focused on, as he had a good point.

She has a heartbeat, it can't be Bree.

I heard it too. Suddenly, it was all I heard, almost like it was the only sound in the world.

The girl's thoughts were racing, and I tried to pick up on her thoughts, but they were so scattered. I hadn't had this problem tracing thoughts since my first decade with the gift.

My heart is going to pound out of my chest. They'll probably kill me right here if I don't calm it down. Oh my god, what am I doing.

"We won't hurt, you," I said calmly and took one step forward.

Her eyes darted to mine and she gasped.

I must look terrified. Get it together. You can do this. For Bree.

"Won't you please come in?" Esme asked the girl. She looked back to Esme, her eyes wide and she nodded once before stepping inside.

"Could I get you some water?" She asked as she closed the door.

The girl nodded again. She still hadn't spoken a word.

Who is this? She looks so much like Bree, but she's human. Jasper's thoughts were directed at me.

Esme guided her into the living room and motioned that she could sit anywhere, before she disappeared to get water.

Hold it together. Maybe they won't kill you.

Esme returned and handed the girl the glass. She took a seat in the chair next to her and folded her hands on her lap. Esme was always the best at making others feel comfortable.

"Thank you," the girl finally spoke. "My…m-my name is Freya. I am Bree's little sister. Is she here?"

If a vampire's heart could stop, it would have. This poor girl didn't know about her sister.

"Freya. I'm Esme. This is my husband Carlisle, and our family. That's Rosalie, her husband Emmett, Jasper and his wife Alice, and that's Edward and – "

"Phoenix. I know. I listen to your music."

Bella smiled and bowed her head slightly. "My real name is Bella. It's a pleasure to meet you, Freya."

"I'm sorry, but, Bree…is…is she here?"

Carlisle walked closer to the girl and kneeled in front of her. He reached out his hand and she just looked at him cautiously.

"Freya, I'm so sorry," he said slowly, and gently took her hand. "We tried to protect her, but she didn't make it."

Freya pulled her hand back quickly and jumped up. "No! You're lying! You killed her!" She looked around the room frantically like she was wanting to escape. I could feel Jasper focus on calming the girl.

"Freya, it's ok. We won't hurt you." I spoke gently to the poor girl, catching her thoughts of the vampire that took her sister. "We aren't like them. We don't hurt humans."

Carlisle glanced back at me and asked if she knew in his mind. I nodded slightly and he stood slowly, taking a few steps back.

"See my eyes?" Carlisle asked. "They are golden because we don't hurt humans."

Freya froze and focused on his eyes. "How did you know I knew."

"I can hear thoughts," I stated plainly. I figured it was best to not try and hide things from her, seeing as she already knew quite a bit.

He can read my mind?

I nodded at her thought and she gasped.

Can you all do that?

I shook my head. "No, just me. But some of us have other gifts. We can explain more in due time. Freya, how did you find us?"

A sudden barrage of memories flooded her mind, and I caught on quickly.

She knew what had attacked her and her sister and tracked the only similarity she could find; Bella when she had red eyes.

"Will you tell the rest of my family what happened?" I asked.

She slowly sat back down, sitting with her palms wedged under her thighs. She shook her leg anxiously as she collected her thoughts. We all took seats around the room slowly, to not startle her.

"I was outside at the movies with my sister when we were both taken down an alley. The man had crazy strength and we couldn't get free. Then he attacked Bree, biting her neck like he was from a movie. Then Bree began to scream and I managed to break free and ran to hide, but I… I got lost down alleys. So I hid in an abandoned complex until morning."

"Aren't your parents worried where you are now?" Esme asked, concern in her voice.

Freya looked down and tugged at her lip with her teeth. "I never went back home after that."

"But… that was over five years ago," Bella stated, voicing the shock we all felt.

Freya nodded.

"I've been looking for Bree. Mom would be mad if I came home and told her what happened, so I went to look for her."

"How old are you?" Carlisle asked.

"Thirteen, I think. What year is it?" Freya replied, confusion on her face.

This child has been homeless for five years. How did she manage?

Carlisle explained what year and day it was and Freya shook her head slightly.

"Oh, then almost 14," she corrected.

"How did you manage to survive on your own all these years?" Bella asked what we were all thinking.

She took a sip of water and then tucked her hands back beneath her. "Um, well… I found a group of homeless kids that helped me out a lot. Most were runaways from foster programs, or abusive homes. They provided for me until I was old enough to go out on runs with them."

"Freya, your mother must be so worried," Esme said after a moment of silence.

"She loved Bree. I couldn't go home without my sister," she said, so matter of fact.

"Hunny, I'm sure she loved you just as much and must be missing you," Esme said, reaching a hand across to rub her knee.

Freya flinched slightly and Esme pulled back slowly.

"I don't think so. She always said I was the mistake. She should have stopped at one. That I'm the reason daddy left."

Esme's heart broke and she looked to Carlisle.

The life this poor girl lived all because she thought she wasn't loved like her sister, Esme thought

"What happened to Bree?" she finally asked.

Everyone waited for someone else to speak. Finally, Carlisle spoke up.

"How much do you know about what happened to your sister?" he asked.

"A vampire man took us and bit her. So she's like you now, right? That's what the movies say happens. Is that what you mean? She is dead because she's like you?"

"She was like us, yes. But only for a very short time. She was killed by the pack that turned her," Carlisle answered.

"So… she's… she's really gone?"

"Yes, dear. I'm afraid so."

We all waited for Freya to start crying, but the tears never came. She sat perfectly still for the first time since walking through the door and processed. In her mind, images of movie vampires being staked or beheaded and burned played. She imagined these things happening to her sister and sighed.

"I had a feeling I would never find her. I just had this… feeling. It's usually right."

"What kind of feeling?" I asked.

"Like when you're going on a run and you have a feeling something bad is going to happen, so you wait until the feeling passes and then it doesn't."

Like intuition Alice thought.

"May I ask why you thought she'd be here?" Jasper said, finally speaking.

Freya thought his accent was nice and smiled faintly.

"Well, I knew what took her, so I tried to find more in the area. After a couple of months of searching, a boy in my group told me about this concert he'd snuck into and how the lead singer had red contacts or eyes. I just knew they had to be real red eyes and what you must be, so I tracked you here. Jesse didn't think I should come to Las Vegas because he couldn't protect me, but I told him I'd be fine. I didn't have any bad feelings about it – and see – I made it just fine." She smiled, she was thinking about how proud Jesse would be.

"How did you know we were in Las Vegas? We aren't touring anymore," Bella asked.

"Oh, your fan page!" she said excitedly.

Bella and I looked at one another.

"Our fan page?" we asked in unison.

Freya giggled lightly and nodded. "Yeah, Beautifully Sacred fan page said you guys had been spotted a few times playing in Las Vegas and might be living here now, so I decided to give it a shot. I wasn't doing anything in Seattle, and figured maybe you would know where my sister is…" She trailed off as she realized in her thoughts that it should be past tense.

"When I saw you had a concert planned last night, I decided I'd go but they wouldn't let me in because I'm too young. So I sat on the back side of the fence by that big bus and just listened. It was a really good show. I've never been to a concert before."

As she spoke, I saw her sitting in the library looking at a fan page, catching the bus, and trying to slip past the bouncer and being told to leave. I smiled at the memories and she looked at me.

"What?"

"Thank you. I'm sorry you couldn't see it. Maybe if we play again, we can get you in," I said.

"Really? That would be amazing!" she said excitedly.

Freya yawned and shook her head. "Sorry, I haven't slept in a few days. It's harder to find a group like I had in Seattle than I thought."

"Would you like to stay here? You'll be safe here," Bella told her.

"Thank you, I really appreciate that. I promise I won't be a bother."

"You could never be a bother, Freya. We'd be happy to have you stay as long as you'd like," Bella said, getting to her feet and holding her hand out toward the young girl. "I'll show you to a bedroom."

Freya stopped suddenly, and an image of a coffin filled her mind.

I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud and everyone turned to look at me, including Freya. She blushed when she realized what I had seen.

"I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize," I said. "Bella had the same thoughts when we first met."

Freya looked at Bella confused. "You knew each other when she was like me still?"

I nodded, put my hand on her back gently and guided her to the bedroom with Bella in front of us. "I did. It was love at first sight."

"More like first sniff," Emmett said with a booming voice.

Freya jumped slightly, but a glimpse of a smile stretched across her face. She didn't understand the reference. Another time, I told myself.

We got Freya a hot bath going and afterward she went to bed in the master bedroom. It was the only room with a bed, but we could fix that quickly enough. Bella closed the door and motioned for us to all go into the den, furthest from the bedroom.

"She's so young. She's been through so much," Esme said as we all sat.

"Shouldn't we be notifying her mother?" Bella asked, concerned.

Carlisle nodded. "We can look into Seattle's reports of a missing child and see if it was ever reported. She should be with her mother."

"But she knows about us, Carlisle," Rose said quickly.

"She's been on the streets for a long time, no one will believe her stories. It's sad, but she may end up in a mental facility because of everything she's been through."

"That's horrible," Bella said with a gasp.

"Couldn't she stay with us?" Alice asked, hopeful for a new little sister.

"Alice," I said sternly.

"That would be kidnapping," Carlisle said.

"But you heard her, her mother doesn't even love her. Not like we could. We could be putting her back into a terrible situation," Alice argued.

I had to agree with her. It could be worse for her back home.

"Carlisle? How about we look into the family, reports, and some of us go and observe? I don't feel right just tossing her back into a life she barely remembers if it isn't good for her," I suggested.

Carlisle thought about the possibilities, running through the process in his mind. "Alright. I'll look into it and Esme and I will go back to Seattle. I'll utilize some contacts I have to see what we can find out."

Alice squealed and threw her arms around Jasper.

"No promises, Alice. If it looks like her mother has been missing her, looked for her, and a stable household, we take her back." Carlisle left and headed into the study to get started on the search.

Later that morning, while Freya was still sleeping, Bella and I went to get another bed and a few pieces of furniture for the spare guestroom we never decorated. Alice had painted and decorated it in purples and blues. Esme bought the new linens and washed the new clothes that Alice had picked out. Rose and Emmett and Jasper stayed at the house to keep watch, but Freya slept a solid ten hours, not waking once.

Once the room was ready, Bella took her notebook of lyrics and poems into the master bedroom and watched over Freya as she slept. She was working on lyrics for a new song when Freya opened her eyes.

"What's that?" she asked as she slid to sit up in the bed.

"My lyric book. I'm just working on some new songs," I heard Bella reply.

I slowly slid into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Good morning. You slept all day. Do you feel better?" I asked.

She simply nodded, not looking away from the book in Bella's hands.

"What's it about? The one you're working on?"

"It's" Bella paused. "I guess it's about the person I became after I was changed."

"When you became a vampire?" Freya asked.

"Yes. I didn't know what I was going to do, or where I was going. The road in front of me was wide open, but it felt so dark and lonely at the same time."

"Why couldn't you just live the life you had when you were human?" Freya asked.

Bella closed the book and held it against her chest. "When you change, you can't go back to your human life. You have to start a new life, and I didn't know what kind of life I wanted."

"Is that why a lot of your songs are about heart break?"

Bella looked at me, a sad smile on her lips. "I guess in a way. I lost everything. I didn't want this life, but I learned to love it, and found love to run to." Bella reached a hand out and I stood to take it and stand by her side.

"Will you read it to me?" Freya asked, hopeful.

Bella looked up at me and she opened her shield to me so I could hear her thoughts.

Want to play it for her?

She played the tune in her mind and I listened for a moment. I nodded once I had the rhythm down and Bella stood.

"How about we play it for you?" Bella asked, smiling.

Freya leaped from the bed and nodded enthusiastically.

"Music time!" Alice called from another room in the house and Bella and I chuckled.

The family had all gathered in the den by the time we got there with Freya. I picked up the acoustic guitar and sat on the edge of the hearth. Bella sat beside me and nudged me gently. I leaned in and gave her a simple kiss. Freya sat on the floor in front of us and crossed her legs, sitting on her hands as she bounced her knees.

I began the tune Bella had played in her mind, counting her in.

"One, two, three, four…"

I strummed the strings for a few lines, getting the tempo right before Bella joined me.

"I'm going away for a while,
But I'll be back, don't try and follow me.
Cause I'll return as soon as possible.
See I'm trying to find my place,
But it might not be here where I feel safe.
We all learn to make mistakes,
And run from them, from them.
With no direction."

Bella's voice filled the room like an angel. Carlisle wrapped an arm around Esme and she leaned into him. Jasper and Alice held hands between them, and Rose sat on Emmett's lap on the sofa. I stared at Bella as she sang, my heart filled with the love I held for her and her strength. She was the strongest woman I'd ever known. She started the last verse and I glanced at Freya. She was focusing intently on Bella as she sang.

"Well now I'm told that this is life,
And pain is just a simple compromise.
So we can get what we want out of it.
Would someone care to classify,
Our broken hearts and twisted minds,
So I can find someone to rely on.
And run to them, to them.
Full speed ahead."

I felt Bella's shield fade slightly and I glanced back at her. She was grimacing during the last few lines.

"But I'm just a ghost,
And still they echo me…
They echo me in circles…"

"Bella?" I asked with a concerned tone. I set the guitar down and held her face in my hands.

"It's happening again," she said quietly through a grimace.

Esme got to her feet and asked Freya to come with her, but she wouldn't move.

I looked at the young girl, and she had tears in her eyes.

"Bella, what emotion is it?" I asked. Carlisle was at our side, watching Bella closely.

Sadness, she thought into my mind.

I looked back at Freya and turned on my knees to face her.

"Freya, I need you to focus on my voice. It's okay. You're safe. Can you tell me how you feel?" I asked.

Carlisle's thoughts followed my actions.

It's her, isn't it?

I nodded once and continued trying to pull Freya out of her trance. I pulled Freya into my arms on the floor, rocking her gently while Carlisle tried to help Bella. Her mind was flashing images at a speed I'd rarely seen in a human before. Most of it was a fog, like I was watching through some kind of filter.

"Freya, look into my eyes, please?" I asked her, slightly panicked. If the thirst set in, Bella would need to leave.

Freya's eyes slowly focused on me and she blinked twice. "What is it?" she asked quietly. She noticed her throat was dry and looked around for water.

"Water, Esme?" I asked, and she was back in an instant with a glass for the young girl. She drank quickly and then focused on me again.

"Are you okay now?" I asked Freya, hoping Bella knew I meant her as well. Her shield was already pulling back, I could sense her thoughts growing hazy.

"I'm okay," Freya said softly.

"Bella?" Carlisle asked.

"It's gone, I'm fine," she replied.

I slowly placed Freya back on the floor, and ran a finger down her cheek. "You sure?" I asked with a caring smile.

She smiled back at me faintly and nodded. "What happened?" she asked after a moment.

"You don't remember?" Carlisle asked, turning his attention to the young girl.

She shook her head and yawned.

Interesting. It's almost like a seizure or trance.

"I'm a doctor, do you mind if I check your eyes, Freya?" Carlisle asked as he slid closer to her on his knees.

She just shrugged an approval. Carlisle held her chin and tilted her head into the light. The pupils didn't constrict. They were wide, almost pitch black.

"Freya, do you take any medications or pills?" Carlisle asked, very confused.

Freya shook her head. "No. But Jesse used to hand out candy once a week to all of us that brought back a good run."

Carlisle sighed. She's going through withdrawals.

"Did you sleep much when he gave you the candy?" Carlisle asked, trying to pinpoint the drug.

She shook her head again. "No, he said it was sugar overload and it would help us stay alert during runs. But it made me feel funny. I giggled a lot."

Amphetamines, Carlisle thought. He let go of her chin and stroked her hair. "Have you been having chills a lot lately without them? Not able to sleep well?"

"I guess, but it's been cold at night and I haven't found a good place to sleep. Well, not until this morning."

Carlisle nodded; his suspicions were probably correct. But why would Jesse be giving the kids amphetamines? How could he afford them? Carlisle's thoughts mirrored my own along with a long list of other questions Freya wouldn't be able to answer.

"What were you feeling when Bella and Edward were playing their song?" Esme asked from the chair.

Freya thought for a moment. Pictures of Bree filled her mind and I worried it might happen again, but she spoke and seemed alert. Her mind was clear again, and the fog had completely disappeared.

"Just how much I missed Bree. The words reminded me of my time looking for her. Living on the streets with Jesse and the rest of the group. How I searched endlessly for her but never seemed to find much."

"Freya… have you been in town very long?" Bella asked her, joining the conversation.

"About two weeks I think. A little before Christmas is when I finally got here. I left around thanksgiving. I remember because Jesse said I'd miss the feast, but that didn't matter to me."

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"Mostly by sneaking on the buses, but I walked for a bit of it too. A little on the way out of Seattle and the last day or two," she said simply.

"And no one questioned where your parents were?" Esme asked.

"Nope. I'd follow an adult on the bus and sit next to them, or sneak into the baggage hold. I didn't like it down there much, though. It got cold."

She didn't see the astonishment on any of our faces. The feat she'd managed was jaw dropping. How she made it so far, alone, without raising any suspicion was concerning. How many more children were missing right now because of how broken the system is? How little we pay attention to our surroundings. How we can't be bothered to question something because of an inconvenience.

"You'll need to drink lots of water and get lots of rest over the next few days, okay?" Carlisle told her. The worst of her withdrawals were over with, but what kind of effect they had on her mind and emotions, we couldn't know yet.

I don't know if the trances are linked to the withdrawals or something else entirely. We'll need to watch her, and never leave her alone with Bella or Jasper. They seem to be affected by her the most, Carlisle thought.

I nodded. "Freya… have you seen us play anywhere else?" I asked what Jasper was thinking.

"Oh, yeah, um… in front of those big fountains that play to music a couple of times, and once at a coffee shop. I didn't like it in there, though. Too much religious things all over the place. Momma wasn't a fan of the cross."

"The Rock 'N Java?" Bella asked.

"I think so. It was my first day in town."

"Yeah, we played there. That was the first time I," Bella thought for a moment, but her shield was closed to me. "The first time I didn't feel well," she said, looking at Carlisle.

"And at the fountains?" Carlisle asked.

"Twice there since then," Bella answered.

She's the cause, but what's causing this reaction in her, or why it only effects Bella and sometimes Jasper, I'm not certain. I'm sorry, son.

I flicked my hand slightly as if to say it's no matter. "We'll keep an eye on things," I said so quietly Freya couldn't hear, but my family could.

After a moment, Alice cleared her throat. The room? Can we show her now?

I smiled at my sister and nodded once.

"Freya, while you were asleep, we prepared a surprise for you," Alice said enthusiastically.

"For me?" Freya asked.

"Just for you. Come on. I'll show you," Alice said, standing and taking the small hand in her own. They were the same height, I noticed, and the same petite frame. They could be sisters.

Alice guided her to the spare room at the back of the house and covered Freya's eyes. Freya flinched at first but didn't pull away. "Alright. Ready?" She pulled her hands away and turned on the light. "Ta-Da!"

Freya gasped, taking slow steps into the room. The walls were a faint lavender, with blue curtains and bed spread with a purple mandala design. There was a small dresser, a lamp with a dark blue shade and the closet was filled with clothes appropriate for a teenage girl. Alice went over the top, but that was Alice for you.

As she walked around the foot of the bed, Freya reached her hand out to drag it over the comforter. She touched everything, taking it all in. Her mind flashed back to a room decorated in blues and purples with books everywhere and a giant mandala throw rug.

"It's just like Bree's old room," she said quietly, tears in her eyes. "Thank you."

She threw her arms around Alice and the tears rolled down her cheeks. Alice lifted her chin and smiled at the young girl. "I know. I thought it would help you feel more at home."

"How did you know?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Remember how Edward said some of us have other gifts?" Alice asked. Freya nodded a few times, running her hand over the comforter.

"Well, I have the gift of foresight. I can see what's going to happen, how people will respond or what they will do."

Freya thought for a moment about what she could have seen. Her mind lingered on her standing at our doorway.

"She saw you at our door," I answered her question before she asked it.

"And the song?" she asked.

"I was actually too busy paying attention to the performance, I didn't look for your reaction to it." I'll do better in the future, Edward. I know what to look for now, she finished in her mind.

"What else can you all do?" Freya asked, looking to Bella in the doorway.

"Well, I have a shield around my mind. Edward can't read my mind, and I'm immune to other gifts as well that deal with the mind," Bella said, walking in to sit on the other side of the bed.

"Oh." Not as fun of a gift, if you ask me, she added in her mind.

I chuckled and Freya's eyes flew to mine. "It's ok. It's actually a very rare gift, and there's a bit more to it, but you're right, it doesn't sound as fun as Alice's."

Jasper appeared in the door with a grin. "How about feeling emotions and changing others feelings? Does that sound interesting?"

She noted his accent in her mind again and nodded with a smile. She liked Jasper a lot. Perhaps even a teen age crush was forming.

"So if I'm sad, you can make me happy again?" she asked.

Jasper smiled. "Yes, I can. I can also make you go into a laughing fit, or calm down if you're upset."

"I think I like your gift most. I often feel sad and wish I could be happier."

She has a lot to be sad about, Jasper thought.

"What else?" Freya asked excited.

"Well, Emmett has extreme strength, and Carlisle has unbelievable willpower, but we don't consider them special," Jasper said with a wink.

Freya giggled and then yawned.

"Would you like to take a nap?" Bella asked, reaching out to rub Freya's shoulder. She didn't flinch this time. It was progress, we all noted.

"I think so, yeah."

"Alright. I'll get you some water for your side table. You have some new clothes, including pajamas, in the closet and dresser. Alice picked them out for you – she loves fashion and already checked your reaction. You'll love them." Bella rubbed her back gently before she stood to get the water.

We all left the new guestroom and let her explore. Bella brought her water and closed the door to give her privacy.

Edward, what I'm finding isn't good, Carlisle thought in the study. I was there in an instant, standing behind him to look at the computer screen.

On the monitor was a lost poster – for Bree. Only Bree. The mother must have not reported Freya missing.

I can't find any trace of Freya ever being born, let alone missing. Perhaps she was born outside a hospital, but to never be taken for checkups, shots, especially as an infant, is unusual and child neglect.

"Perhaps you can find more in Seattle. Maybe even speak to the mother? See if she admits to having a second daughter," I suggested.

Carlisle agreed, and by eleven that night, he and Esme were on a flight to Seattle.

Who was this young girl in our spare room, and what life had she been subjected to in her short years?

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