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Chapter Five: Once Upon A Conversation...

Annabelle's Perspective

I fretted over my Mommy the whole day.

I knew she would be okay, but I cared for her so deeply, I didn't want her to get a scratch. She was my Mommy, and I loved her. I adored her bunches.

Once school was out, I waited for Mommy to arrive. When she didn't, I worried. In the midst of twiddling my thumbs and thinking of every possible outcome that could end badly with Mommy, someone walked up to me.

I froze, and slowly settled into defense mode. Even though I was only half a Changer, Mommy had taught me well enough to make me realize that if I needed to use my strength and such for defending myself, I should do it.

"Hello," said a smooth, velvety voice from behind me. My brow furrowed and I turned. It was the boy that had saved Mommy. Not that she needed it...

"My name is Edward Cullen," he continued. I didn't let my guard down.

"What's your name?"

I opened my mouth to speak. I hesitated for a moment, though. What would Mommy say?

"Annabelle," I murmured absently after a few moments. "Why are you talking to me?"

He had an answer ready. He flashed a polite smile, and then said, "Well, your cousin won't be out of the hospital for a little while. So, she's letting me drive you home and stay with you for a little bit."

I noticed a look of frustration in his eyes, but it was gone before I actually had a chance to question just why it was there in the first place.

"Is there anything wrong with her?" I asked automatically.

He smiled and shook his head. "No, they just want to double check to make sure she's fine." I nodded, reassured.

"Shall we go then?" he asked, and I slowly nodded again as he walked me to his Volvo.

(A/N: Hey, I know that she accepted kind of easily. But vampires can do that, you know? Preds against prey. Not that that's the situation between Annabelle and Edward...You get the jest, though?)

Edward's Perspective

I felt frustrated once again.

Why? Because not only could I not read Bella's mind, but her cousin too? What was going on here?

She hesitated a moment by the door of my Volvo, but when I smiled at her and got in myself, she seemed to make up her mind and jumped in the car, also. Good. She trusted me, at least a little bit. At the very least I removed her defensive stance that she had going on.

We didn't speak much. She just told me the directions to where she lived every few moments, and that was it. When we arrived at her medium-sized house, it was a relief. No awkwardness any longer, at least for a while, anyway.

She unlocked the door herself, smiled, and let us in.

The house itself, in and out, was very nice. It was like ours, so open and beautiful. Once you entered the door, there was the kitchen, with its granite countertops, nice fridge, and tiled floor.

The living room's walls were a soft white, with wooden floors and a dark sofa, and a plasma screen TV. Pictures were lined along the walls of many people--mostly Bella and Annabelle. The others were ones that looked...well, ancient.

They were faded, black and white. They were of Bella, but it looked strange. The clothes looked like they were from the fifties.

There were more, though. She was wearing an early-nineteen-hundreds-looking dress, smiling. She was standing by a man and a woman. They looked exactly like her, and stared down at her with loving eyes.

I tore my eyes away. That couldn't be. There were some businesses that could change that, and things like Photoshop.

Thinking that it didn't matter--which it didn't--I explored the rest of the house.

From then on, besides the two bathrooms, it was all wooden floors.

The bathrooms were beautiful--the bathrooms! In both were Jacuzzis to top it off, and it was all sparkly clean and pearl white.

Bella's room was stunning, too, just like she was. Wait, what?

It was a baby blue, a very retro color--with old furniture, too. Things that looked like it came straight from the fifties. So she was a fan.

On her bed-side table was another picture of Annabelle and herself--except for in this one, Annabelle was just a tiny little creature in Bella's arms. She looked only a few weeks old.

I smiled at that.

In her room, there was also a walk-in closet, with a load--and I mean a load--of clothes. Boy, would Alice freak.

Clothes of every decade were there in that very closet, if possible. From poodle skirts to mini skirts and tank tops...

Shoes, too. Flats and tennis shoes all the way up to pumps and stillettos. Wow.

I examined her oldie-furniture for a while, up until Annabelle tugged on my sleeve. I nodded, reluctant to go, but complied.

OK, so Annabelle's room kind of creeped me out a bit.

It was head-to-toe pink, everything about it screaming Girl! Alice! She sure would have fun with both Annabelle and Bella, based on what I'd seen.

There were lots of toys in her room, also, but she was very organized. Everything had its rightful place.

She had a walk-in closet, too, only hers was Beauty-And-The-Beast style. So she liked Disney.

She was also a fan of photos. One of a birthday party...The forest, typical...Just Bella... Annabelle alone...School pictures...The two of them together...

"You have a very nice home," I offered. She nodded in reply.

"So...Would you like something to eat?" Annabelle gave another nod.

Thank goodness I had been watching Rachael Ray recently. I guess Emmett's teasing pays off.

I asked her what she would like. She thought a moment, and then decided with an enthusiastic, "Peanut buttter and jelly sandwich!"

"Alright."

Maybe this baby-sitting thing wouldn't be too hard. At least I knew how to make what she wanted to eat, so that was a thumbs up. Right?

We walked back to the kitchen. She watched me make the sandwich, eyes glued.

As I was in the process of making it for her, she actually started to talk to me. "How did you feel when M-Bella snapped at you?" Blunt, direct. A little like Rosalie. But I put that matter aside. 'M'?

"Well...A little surprised, I guess. And a little angry."

She nodded, despite my comment. She was silent for a moment as I handed her her sandwich.

I watched her as she took a swift bite. "It's...good," she summed up. After another few minutes of awkward silence, she added, "She doesn't mean bad, you know. She's a really nice person. Bella just isn't used to anyone caring for her." I nodded, processing this information.

"Who is Bella?" I murmured, too low for anyone to hear--or so I thought.

"That's for her to know and you to find out," Annabelle replied. "She will tell you when she's ready."

The atmosphere seemed to loosen up a little bit from there. We talked about small things, not mentioning my saving Bella, but thinking about it, all the same.

That was when I heard it. Annabelle heard it too, and jumped up. "Thanks for the sandwich. Bella!" Bella, indeed, stepped in and hugged her. I smiled to myself. Even though I'd never thought much about it before, I wouldn't be able to have kids. Somehow, that thought saddened me.

Oh great! What would Emmett say if he heard you now?

I immediately manned-up at the thought, sitting up straight. "Hey," I said. I was trying to make my voice sound intimidating but friendly--and yet, it came out seductive. Oh great. But thankfully, she didn't appear to notice. She just smiled at me and said, "Thankyou for watching Anny. I appreciate it a lot. You can go now."

I nodded to myself, and slowly walked to the door with a final wave.

Before I closed the door, I heard Annabelle yell, "Remember what I said!" I nodded once again and walked at a human pace to my silver Volvo.

Bella's Perspective

We both watched as Edward and his Volvo disappeared down the road.

"Did you have fun?" I asked Anny.

To my surprise, she nodded. "He loved the house. Thought it was beautiful. And he made me a really good peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich. Are you alright?"

I smiled to myself. "Of course, sweetheart." I didn't know why, but I was happy that she accepted him. Wait, what?

She smirked, but didn't say anything about what that smirk meant. I think that my guess is pretty good. She knew me too well.

"Honey," I said suddenly, grinning at her, "I just remembered. There's three Hearts that are in town, and I have to go after them."

She nodded. I knew that, for a fact, other children would have been sad that their mother had to leave them at times. But she actually liked it; once, when I'd asked about her feelings on the matter, she had said, "I'm happy because my mother is making a change in the world--a good one. She is protecting me." My daughter truly was an angel.

"Can I stay at Claire's?" Claire was her best friend from La Push. I gave her a nod, and she returned my acceptance with a smile.

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I approached the Hearts at a mild pace.

I wished that Annabelle were here with me; she was my key for comfort. But I knew that just thinking that thought was selfish of me; I would never put her in that kind of danger. She was my life, and I couldn't include her on these gruesome trips, if it was the last thing I did.

The three looked up as I became closer. At first they thought I was human: my appearances did look ordinary, I supposed. As they looked up, I searched their faces, imprinting their features in my mind. I always kept track of what the Hearts looked like, though I can't be sure why.

Out of the three, there were two guys and one girl. The male to the very left was fairly tall, with long black hair in braids flowing all the way to his hips. Even if he looked harmless, I knew what he was capable of.

The man in the middle had blond, close-cropped hair and a twisted face. Most possibly the leader, and it was obvious that the female beside him was his mate. She had a mass of red curls that looked like fire. She was seething with hatred and determination, her lips drawn back in a snarl.

I wanted to get done with my job tonight. I wanted Annabelle to have a normal childhood with a mother that was there for her always, though I knew it was impossible. But I could still try. The sooner this job was done, I could see her again.

"Why are you here?" the female growled.

I dismissed that and snapped, "What are your names?"

"You haven't a right to kn--" She was cut off by the one with the blond hair. "What bad would it do? My name is James. This is my mate here, Victoria. And this is Laurent. What is it that you want?"

My lips twitched. Why was it so easy?

"You aren't very nice people," I observed smugly. They watched me walk in a circle around them, eyes narrowed to slits now that the cat was out of the bag. "I know what you've done, I know who you are. You shan't live any longer. You are a danger to the world."

Before they had further time to react or process the information, I was upon them in one slick jump. I took on the dark-haired one first, aiming a powerful blow to his face. He fell to the ground but before I could do anything more, James was behind me.

He lashed out, but I ducked and tripped him. He was up quite quickly. I suspected as much, and kicked him where it hurt.

He crumpled to the ground in pain. This was just the first round.

The female, Victoria, was the first one that actually made a real move. She appeared to have a knife with her, and slashed my arm open. I growled, deep inside my throat. No one can cut me and get away with it.

I backed up a little bit, and then did a double back-hand spring, kicking her in the chest, just watching as she flew backwards and hit a tree.

So. These were weak ones.

I pounded James and Laurent a few more times--what would it hurt? I didn't bother with Victoria. She was unconscious, knocked out. What would be the fun in that?

After, I set the remains of the three on fire. I knew they were dead, but it was a custom to us Changers to keep the ashes. Strange, but true. It started from the beginning of time, and couldn't be given up on.

I gathered the ashes and locked them in a bottle, right after stuffing them in the backpack I carried.

After, I slowly but eagerly walked back to the truck. It was parked a little ways away--after all, the Hearts would have heard that thing miles away. It was as loud alone as a whole Nascar race.

I closed my eyes for a moment. And then, a second later, I pushed my foot on the gas pedal and headed to La Push.

Hey! I know, nothing real exciting happened in this chapter, but in real books, do you just read one chapter and then something like WHOA happens? Na, na, na, na, na! You've got to have the suspense. Plus, this was a real good filler that I needed. Because next chapter, Edward just might be able to find out more about Bella...

Hence the word 'might'! I shan't tell you, I am not a spoiler! But you shall know soon! I'll try to update! (Oh, and if you see any spelling mistakes or anything like that, just disregard them! I wrote this chapter at like 1 in the morning--and I'm sick! But I know that I wait too long to update, always. I tried to make it long, too. Thankyou. Until next time!)