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Just to let you know, I am planning on tying E's family with the Cullen family. Just give me sometime.

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That was about 100 years ago. Since then, Jon and Robert found me and explained what I was. Jon never said anything about what happened, nor did he ever mention anything about my cliff diving incident.

We traveled all over the world. At times, we'd go down south and live for the darkness. Then there were times, we'd live in the north and live like normal people. We liked the north places because we could live normal - well, semi-normal - lives. But part of us always yearned to go to the smoldering heat of the south, even if it meant living in the dark. The warmth felt good on our skin.

When Jon and I weren't arguing over something stupid, he was actually very nice and polite. He had his moments, of course. Everyone did.

"Hey Miss Goldilocks, can you get this thing to go any slower?" Jon asked impatiently. He hated it when I drove the buggy. He complained until I'd get too tired of it and hand over the reigns.

"Here," I said with disgust. He knew I hated being called Goldilocks. Just because my hair was blonde and curly, didn't mean that it was okay for him to tease me about it. It wasn't him being mean, it was mostly just him being annoying.

"Thank ya sweetheart, you know I like my speed," he replied, triumphant.

"Will you guys ever stop arguing? You're like an old married couple. Or just two people who are meant for each other and are just too stubborn to see it," Robert droned in his annoyed tone that he so often used with us. We were like his children in a way. Only me and Jon would never call each other brother or sister. Because that was just too weird.

"We do not act like an old married couple!" I exclaimed, disgusted.

"And we are not meant for each other!" Jon retorted, outraged.

"Okay, then what do you call it?" Robert challenged.

We both looked at each other, dumbstruck. We didn't know what we called it. And if we did, we sure as hell, wasn't going to say.

Robert laughed softly. "When you guys figure it out, let me know, okay?"

We were riding from Paris to London. It was around1670, then. We wanted to wander around and find others like ourselves. Honestly, I have no idea why we didn't run instead of taking a buggy, there was nothing that we really needed to take with us.

But then again, normal people got around on horse and buggy, we were supposed to blend in.

I had a white bonnet and a frilly white dress on, in attempts to fit in with the crowd here. Jon wore a purple suit with a frilly white tunic underneath topped with a lovely bow and a purple top hat. Robert, always being original, wore a basic black suit with a white tunic and a black top hat.

"Do you really think we're going to find any of them here?" I asked Robert, eyeing him carefully.

"Well, I think we should give it a shot, all that could happen is we find nothing. And if we find something, then we've found something," he answered matter-of-factly. But I realized that he didn't really answer my question. Probably because he didn't know the answer himself.

"If you're looking for my opinion, E, I doubt we'll find anything," Jon replied.

"Why's that?" I asked curiously.

"Because, I mean, in London, there's a guy who's been hunting them down and killing them for years. He's some kind of priest or something."

"That doesn't mean that he killed the real ones," I argued. "The people he killed could have easily been people that he thought were vampires, that weren't really. I don't think that a vampire would be stupid enough to subject himself to being killed unless they were really thirsty."

"You do, do you?" Jon challenged.

"Yes, because vampires aren't stupid, Jon. If someone's gonna kill them, they're not going to walk up to the person and say 'boo'."

Jon was about to say something when Robert interrupted him. "You know, E does have a point."

"What?" Jon asked, confused.

"I think she's right. The only way that a vampire is going to walk up to an angry mob of people is if they are really thirsty. They wouldn't be that stupid to do that normally."

Jon, looking defeat, just sat there, making the horses move faster with the reigns.