I don't own anything involving Twilight, if I did, I wouldn't be freezing right now, I'd be on a beach somewhere or touring.

This chapter took me awhile, I'm trying to brainstorm new problems. Give me a little bit, it shouldn't take me too long. I really like this story though, it's easily one of the funnest to write because it's so challenging. I have to add three or more characters into a story that has already been written without changing it completely. I want it to seem seemless, I want it to fit in, not seem completely wrong. If it's starting to seem that way, just let me know, I don't want it to change from the original too much. Thanks, bellawannabee92

Me and Jon gave each other strange looks. We were in no position to decline, though. If we backed out now, who knows what would happen. If he would suspect us or not. We still weren't certain that he didn't suspect us. For all we knew, he was just playing along with Carlisle and this was just a big trap. That could have been exactly what this was. Their plan could have easily have been, to lure the "demons" inside their gates so they could do whatever they do to people who were convicted to be "demons." Probably burn us. But what if that didn't work? What if we couldn't die? Then they not only would know that we were immortal, but they would try their damnedest to destroy us.

"What if this is a trap like Jon said?" I asked Robert when I knew the priest both was too far away to hear and wouldn't notice.

"Then," Robert said sighing, "we wing it." I never heard Robert say that before. It sounded strange. 'Then we wing it?' Did I hear him right? Did Robert not have a plan for once? Was he as lost and confused as we were?

"Okay, but that's going to be hard, considering that there is a riot out there and a guard and all they need to do is say that we're "demons," vampires, and we're done for. You do realize that, right Robert?" I asked, trying not to sound to stressed, I didn't want the priest to hear us.

"Of course I know that! That's part of the reason that I'm so stressed about this!"

"You don't seem stressed," me and Jon accused at the same time. We then stared at each other. We did this a lot during our years together. We were too alike or at least we spent too much time together. It was like sometimes we could read each other's minds. Robert did too, sometimes, but mostly he only did that when he knew we were about to fight about something.

"Are you three coming?" the priest asked, impatient.

"Yes, we are just tired from all of our travels," I said, thinking of it fast.

"Oh, I didn't realize that you were so tired, maybe you should rest before you feast," the priest was talking, but to who was the question. We couldn't be sure if he was muttering to himself, or to us.

"Well, anyway, follow me, we will proceed into the church and away from this unnerving scene." He was meaning the scene of the riot, I was sure.

Not sure what he was thinking, we followed him into the church doors. But what awaited us in there was unexpected.

We looked around in amazement. Were we really seeing this? Was this real? I couldn't be sure, we thought as we looked around at the most beautiful place in the world.

The inside of the church was remarkable. With so many stained glass windows, everything looked majestic. The lights from candles lighted the passageways. Even the art of the building was marvelous.

And everything had a meaning. The saints' statues all had a reason, to show many people after them that they had made a difference. They changed the religion and the world. They meant something. They were the purest of the religion and possibly the world. They did something to better something. The statues were there to remind people, everyone that there are good people. That the person standing next to you could be the next saint.

Person. Notice, they never taught that immortals could be saints. They don't believe that immortals could be good. They think that all of us are bad.

"E, isn't this place beautiful?" Robert asked, taking me away from my thinking.

"Yes, it's perfect. Very charming." I smiled towards Carlisle, who had come back silently waiting in the archway.

"Father, she said that she will ready the rooms," Carlisle told the priest with a bow.

"Thank you Carlisle, you've saved me the trouble of tracking her down myself." The priest turned to us and smiled. "It seems that you will have to wait a little while before you can go rest. Would you like to feast now while we're waiting?" The priest's eyes watched us carefully, suspiciously, like he expected us to lunge at one of them to have for dinner.

"That would be lovely," Robert answered, smiling despite himself. Jon looked at Robert with a meaningful glare. Then me and Jon exchanged frightened stares. What were we going to do, fake eating the food? How were we going to pull that off?

"Well then, Carlisle, go to the chef and tell him to bring out the food."

"Yes Father," Carlisle said and trailed away towards what I assumed to be the kitchen.