Disclaimer: I don't own anything that involves Twilight. The only characters that I own are E, Jon and Robert. Oh, and Charles and Angela (the maid, lady person)

I really hope that I don't sound like I'm begging, but I really would love to get some more reviews on this story. I know the beginning is a little rough, I don't really like it too much, I want to change it. But it's getting better, I promise.

Thanks, Bellawannabee92

Carlisle joined us in our buggy and lead us through the town, taking the reigns from Jon - with much arguing from Jon, of course. We were finally at the church iron gate. There was a guard watching the crowd running amuck with flames and pitchforks after innocent people on the streets. I looked around again, entranced by all of the fire and flames that were around us. Buildings, homes, everything was on fire.

"Charles, it's okay," Carlisle said in an authoritative voice, "it's me, I've brought some travelers that need a place to stay also."

"They will need to see the priest, you remember the last time you had people inside the gates and he didn't meet them first?" Charles barked to Carlisle.

"Yes, I remember, it won't happen again. I will leave them safely inside the gates but at the gates with you, so they don't get attacked by these ridiculous people."

"Last time I almost lost my job!" Charles hollered back, upset and distraught, probably knowing that he was going to lose the battle.

"Yes and I'm sorry for that, but if I leave them out here, the people's panic will bring them to harming these people. I can't let that happen." Carlisle could be very persuading, I realized, and he was very caring and compassionate towards people.

"Will they stay where I can see them and stay in the buggy?" Charles asked, as if he was scared of our beauty, or at least our presence.

"Do you think that will be a problem, Robert?"

"No, I don't believe so," Robert replied.

"See, there, nothing to be afraid of Charles. They will stay exactly where they are, just the buggy will be on the other side of the gate. That's all."

"Alright, they can come in with their buggy, but I better not lose my job over this," Charles grunted, getting up to open the gate for the buggy.

"Thank you so very much, sir," I said to him as we rode by.

Carlisle waited till the buggy was safely inside the gate then hopped down and started walking towards the church.

"Carlisle, aren't you going to introduce me to your guests?" a great voice said from the door of the church.

"I was making my way to get you, Father," Carlisle's voice dripped with sincerity.

"You know very well my rules, Carlisle. Nobody is allowed inside these gates unless I have met them first. Now you've corrupt my other rules enough as it is, but this particular rule is very important. Why do you insist on breaking it?"

"Because if I didn't, these innocent travelers would have been killed by the riot outside of these gates, Father."

"I see, and what if these were the very people that that riot, as you call it, were trying to get rid of?" the priest said with grave sincerity.

"I... I don't know, Father."

"You could have lost Charles' job and our safety. Do you see how severe that is?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Well, now that we're in danger of losing our souls, tell me who these friends of yours are," the priest said as he walked toward our buggy.

"Well, Father, This is Robert's family. Him and his two children, Jon and E," Carlisle answered, standing tall.

"Oh, I see," the priest said as he put a finger to his chin. "And what exactly does E stand for?" he asked me, looking me full in the eyes.

"Um, well, my mother told me, a long time ago, that was before she died. I don't remember now, it's been too long," I answered truthfully, I really couldn't remember. Not at the moment. Sometimes I would get a glimmer of the memory, but that was very faint. Jon and Robert never pushed the subject so I decided it didn't matter.

"Oh, I see," he turned to Robert. "What brings you three to London?" he asked directly.

"Well, actually, we wanted to come to meet you. We've heard how great you were, and we thought that we might want to know you. You know how it is. Get a few words of wisdom from you, spend some time getting to know you, that sort of thing."

"Oh, very well. You may come and spend some time with me." He smiled. "I don't mind it." he turned to Carlisle. "Send word to Angela, tell her that she needs to get three of our quarters ready for borders." Then he turned back to us. "If you will follow me, I will show you the church. You can leave your buggy in the courtyard, it will be safe here."