Somewhere Out There

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.

Author's Note: Goodness gracious, the end of January already? Where did the time go? :O So anyway, I want to apologize for the last chapter and its bad quality. .__. I realize it was supposed to be Seth and Leah's father who had died, not their mother. So please forgive me of my careless error and my lack of updates. Homework. Is. Not. Good. For. Me. 0=] That's for sure. I procrastinate; making ideas for new stories and chapters and then what do you know? My grades actually go up. Amazingly, my friend's advice worked. I don't recommend you try it though; it's not such a good lifestyle. xD

So anyway, thank you, everyone for reviewing me. I appreciate it, a lot. And thank you for your continuous support on this story! I've just on the verge on submitting my entry for this writing contest. Wish me luck! It's all because of you, that I was able to do this. And just maybe, my thank you isn't enough… but maybe this chapter is. Don't forget to read and review my two other stories The Imprisoned Within and The Secrets of the Volturi! They're worth reading/reviewing, I promise.

Leah's POV

I've just turned off the TV in the living room when I heard the doorbell rang. I opened it, and boy was I surprised to see one of the Cullens standing at my door at nearly midnight. "What're you doing here, Renesmee?" I frowned, clearly annoyed at her unexpected welcome. "I was just going to sleep."

"Sorry," she replied, inviting herself in. "I can explain. Alice sent me, because we've had some problems with—"

"Melanie's stalkers?" I grinned.

"So you know." she laughed at my joke. "But... how?"

"Alice called and asked if she was still home. Then I told her she was taking a nap and then she explained about Melanie's test results. She also told me that Eve and Taylor were in her vision, and she also told me you were coming here. But I didn't expect it to be this late. So anyway, I told Seth about you and the stalkers while he was watching over Melanie, and he talked Jacob into letting him work with him tonight." I explained, all in one breath.

"Aw, that's too bad." Renesmee frowned. She seemed to be slightly disappointed that Jacob had to work tonight, but we both knew we couldn't really be too careful.

"But wait," I grinned, ready to tell her a secret. "That's not all."

"What?" she looked at me with a confused look.

"While I was out, they made looove." I said the O in the last word at least three seconds long.

"No."

"Yes."

"Nu-uh!"

My grin got wider. "Uh-huh. Seth told me, because I caught him—"

"No mental pictures, please." Renesmee answered, walking towards the kitchen. She opened the fridge and examined the food that we had for stock. "Anything good?"

I was feeling nice today. "Are you up for some spaghetti? Besides I'm kind of craving... You know, because I'm on—"

"Leah!" Renesmee laughed, shutting the refrigerator as she looked up from her examinations. "I don't need to know that part either."

I started to bring the ingredients out: spaghetti pasta and 2 jars of Ragu sauce. In small letters it read, "America's Number One Pasta Sauce" all labeled neatly at the very top of the jar lid. I started to bring the big pot out, where I would be putting the noodles in. Then I brought the smaller pot, for the sauce, as well as other utensils needed for the making of the spaghetti.

"Need help?" Renesmee offered, taking a seat on one of the five chairs at the kitchen table. I told her no, and that I would handle everything myself.

—*—

I was just scooping up noodles onto my plate when Melanie came in. I felt her eyes on me, then on Renesmee. "What're you doing here?" Melanie asked, completely surprised to see that her best friend was sitting there. In the kitchen. Even after everything that happened. I tried not to listen on to their conversation and I continued the process of putting noodles onto my plate.

"What're you doing here?" Melanie asked, pulling Renesmee into a hug. Her friend returned the hug, grinning at her when they pulled apart.

"Well, since you have a guard dog..." Renesmee began, and then she looked at me. "No offense?"

I smiled at this as I finished with the scooping and began topping the noodles with pasta sauce. "None taken,"

"Let's just say Alice wanted me to be your guard vampire," Renesmee chuckled at her joke. "Sorry, that was corny..."

"I'll say," I muttered under my breath, taking a fork out of the drawer. I sat down on one of the chairs at the dining area, allowing myself to relax.

"That's a lot of food," Melanie chuckled. "Mind if I get some?"

"Go right ahead, non-virgin." I watched as her face turned bright red, which satisfied me enough so that I could continue eating. I twirled the spaghetti with my fork, waiting for whatever Melanie's reaction was.

"How did you find out?" she said, obviously startled. She sat down next to me with half a plate of spaghetti.

I looked at her with a frown. "That's insulting."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Let's just say, make sure the door is locked next time." I grinned at her.

"Gee, thanks," she mumbled, only poking at her food. She obviously didn't want any more information but I didn't blame her. "Anyway, Renesmee, you didn't answer my question either. Aren't you supposed to be at the Cullen household? What about the girl—"

"Eve? Honestly, I don't know when she's coming," Renesmee interrupted, taking a seat next to Melanie. She sighed, leaning her chin against the palm of her hand. "But for one thing, she's not alone."

I said nothing. Melanie looked at me, her eyes wide with fear. "Even you knew about this?"

I looked at her and shrugged. "You didn't ask."

She sighed, turning to Renesmee once again. "What do you mean she's not alone?"

"Immortal child," she explained, her fingers tracing the rings on the wooden table. "Taylor, he has the ability to look in your eyes, for instance, and erase your memories of what's important to you."

"You should tell her what her ability is," I grinned, twirling my spaghetti once again. I didn't dare look up from my food, since it was about three quarters finished already. I had a feeling poor Melanie would feel as if were the ones keeping the secrets this time. "Not too bad for a human."

"Right," Renesmee smiled a little. "Besides the fact that your blood, for some unknown reason, is immune to our venom... You have the power to control a vampire's ability. For instance, Alice can see your future."

"Whaaaat?" Ha-ha, I was right. Melanie looked at Renesmee like she'd gone crazy. "I thought she couldn't?"

"That was only because you were so secretive, without knowing, you canceled her ability allowing it to have no effect on you." Renesmee grinned, leaning back in her chair. "It's amazing, really."

"That's not all of it, is it?" I looked at Renesmee, getting up to put my plate in the sink. I turned the water on, grabbed the sponge, and soaked it with soap. I began rubbing every part of the plate and the fork, careful not to leave even the tiniest of all specks. I heard a deep breath and a long silence. "Well?"

"Melanie, that woman in your dream... Do you have any idea who she is?" Renesmee asked quietly.

"She looks familiar. But I really can't remember!" Melanie frowned in frustration, right after she swallowed a forkful of noodles.

"Melanie, she was a friend of your mother's. The two shared the same belief that Alice was somewhere out there, and that they needed to find her. And they did just that. But then Cynthia fell in love and she had a child: you. Besides Cynthia's husband, Eve was the only person who knew about the chip that was implanted in you. And when Cynthia died, it just broke her apart. Eve was a witness of the time where Mrs. Brandon kidnapped you from the hospital, but after that you were nowhere to be found. She was looking for you ever since."

"And during that time, she was changed..." Melanie said as she put the pieces together and absentmindedly twirled her spaghetti with a fork. "She found Taylor, too."

"You're missing one more thing," Renesmee said, dropping a bit of a hint. I stopped the running water from the faucet and grabbed a paper towel. I wiped my hands all over it and then disposed of it in the trash can hiding under the sink behind the cabinet.

Melanie shook her head and smiled sadly. "No I got it," At the same time, Renesmee and I exchanged glances with puzzled expressions on both of our faces. "She's my god mother, isn't she?"

I stood over her placing both of my hands on the rim of her chair, grinning like a mad woman. "Aint that the truth?"

Melanie tilted her head and looked straight into my eyes. "You didn't answer my question either."

"It doesn't even matter," I chuckled sitting on the chair next to her. She kept her eyes on me, as if she were trying to focus on something or read my expression. "Just as long as you guys used protection or something,"

Silence.

"You did use protection, didn't you?" I said slowly, trying to catch on what she was trying to tell me. I tried to read between the lines, and then I got it. "Damn it, I knew I should've asked."

"Melanie?" Renesmee whispered into Melanie's ear, loud enough for me to hear. The female froze in fear, dropping the fork onto the plate. It was satisfying in a way, because she knew what I was capable of if she hid things from me—especially if it had something to do with my little brother. Melanie just nodded. It was a motion which allowed Renesmee to continue with what was going to escape from her very lips. "Run!"

I slammed my copper skinned fist on the wooden surface, causing the plate to jump quite a bit. I wasn't sure if it made a crack, but all of that didn't matter just quite yet. I gave Renesmee and Melanie a head start and I took a deep breath. And with that, I raised my voice loud enough so that the two girls could hear: "You can run, but you can't hide!"