Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

-theenvylover

Just Another Bella and Daughter Story

"Where is it?" I asked Fredrik as I looked at a map. Surprisingly, the Cullens didn't mark where their house actually was. We should've asked Jasper.

"Maybe we could ask around," Fredrik suggested. "We can run to Forks and ask someone there."

"Run?"

"We can't use a rental car, we're not coming back to the airport," he stated. "We can walk until we get to the forest, then we run."

"Okay then…"

We held hands and headed down the road. It was miserable outside; perfect weather for a wedding.

"You think anybody will know where the house is?" I asked.

"If it's anything like the mansion we live in now; I don't think we'll have a hard time finding it…" he laughed. "Do you know how long ago they were here?"

"About eighteen years ago."

"Did they tell you?" Fredrik looked surprised; like he asked the question but didn't actually think it would be answered.

"It was where my mom met Edward," I sighed. "I don't know when they came, but I know that they left eighteen years ago. Five months after that my mom's pregnant." I ground my teeth together. Fredrik put his hand on my waist and pulled me closer.

"I'm sorry," he spoke. "I didn't know."

"It's okay," I sighed.

"If you want we can catch a flight to somewhere else—how about Italy?"

"No," I smiled up at him. He always tries to cheer me up; even at his own expense. "Let's try to find this utensil of a town."

He grinned and led me into the forest. When we got to where nobody could see us he suddenly lifted me off of the ground.

"What are you doing?" I asked him as he sped off into the woods.

"Carrying you, of course," he grinned.

"You know, we could probably get there faster if I was running too," I thought out loud. "I run faster than you…"

"That is…unfortunately true," he admitted. "But this is more fun!"

I reached up and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. His eyes grew as he tried to focus on not hitting the trees. I smiled as I pulled myself up even closer and started to kiss a line from his shoulder up his neck and back down again.

We stopped suddenly and my back hit a tree. I was about to ask what had happened but soon figured it out when my arms were pinned above my head and Fredrik's mouth found its way to mine.

"So much…so much more fun," Fredrik muttered as he started to kiss a line down my neck as I had just done for him. I shivered when he reached the edge of the coat and started retracing his kisses. On his way back I reached my neck out, away from him, as to prolong the trail. He smiled against my skin and pulled back.

"You're supposed to stop me," he breathed.

"I will," I muttered. "I'll stop you when I feel like it or something…"

"We need to find the house first," he grinned. He kneeled down in front of me and grabbed my legs. I grabbed his shoulders and we took off again, this time on piggyback.

I was soon bored of watching the trees go by and I came up with a little game. It was more fun since Fredrik was so uncooperative. I leaned forward, letting my arms dangle over his shoulders. I grabbed my right arm with my left and drew circles on his chest with my right pointer finger. He started to slow down and I knew that I was about to win. He took in a deep breath and started to run even faster; as if he was telling me that he was stronger than my little tricks. It ended when I started to blow into his ear.

He stopped and rolled me over his shoulders. I landed right in front of him and he dipped me for a kiss.

"You're so damned irresistible," he mumbled into my mouth. I smiled. His kissed me deeply until he suddenly remembered what we had come for. "Wedding!" he exclaimed as he picked me up and carried me in his right arm.

One-handed? He must have been really determined.

Of course he soon forgot about that when I started nibbling on his ear…

He pinned me to the forest floor and unzipped my heavy fur coat. He threw it aside which left me in a black tank top, my coat fifty feet away. He started kissing a line from my hand up my arm and finally ended at my mouth. This time he wasn't going to stop, I was sure of it.

"Okay kids, break it up, break it up," a voice said calmly. Fredrik got off of me and glared at the intruder. He sighed in defeat and went to grab my coat. I looked at the person who had broken us up; an old cop. He looked too old to still be in duty. He watched as Fredrik grabbed my coat and then he turned to me. His eyes grew wide. "Bella?" he forced out.

"Excuse me?" I asked. I heard him perfectly; I was just wondering how he knew my mom's name.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you just reminded me of someone…my daughter," he mumbled. Daughter? I stared at him; my eyes growing. This was my grandfather? I groaned mentally; I finally meet my grandfather and his first impression of me is a sex-obsessed teenager.

"That's okay," I said shakily. "I have one of those faces…"

Fredrik noticed the exchange and hurriedly came to my side to comfort me.

"Right," the cop said. "Well…uh, go back to town. There's been a bad bear problem." He patted the gun that hung on his right side. "I don't want you kids to get hurt." I nodded meekly and he left, walking further into the woods.

"That man," I whispered. "That was my grandfather."

Fredrik hung the coat over my shoulders and picked me up like he had the first time; one arm under my legs and the other supporting my back. He started forward at a slower pace than before. We were either close to the town or he was afraid of hurting me. I looked over his shoulder and watched the shape of my unknowing grandfather disappear into the shadows of the woods.

"We're here," Fredrik told me quietly as he set me down. I looked around and found close to nothing.

"Where's 'here'?" I asked. He lifted his arms.

"This is the wonderful little town of Forks," he announced in a fake cheery voice.

"Where?" I asked again. There was barely anything in this 'town'. I could see a food mart and an outdoors place on one side of the street, the other side was housing. Not a single person was out on the street. "Do you think that there are actually any people here?"

"Sure there are," he grinned. He grabbed my hand and led me to the outdoors store. The inside of the store was just as deserted as the outside; with the exception of a fairly shocked older man. I wondered if he was shocked because there were actually people coming into his store.

"Excuse me," Fredrik started politely. The man turned his attention away from me and looked at Fredrik. "Do you happen to know where the Cullen house is?"

"Cullen?" the man repeated. "They moved out some time ago…"

"We know," I spoke up. "We're borrowing their house for a while but they never told us where it was. Do you know?"

The man stared at me instead of answering, it was kind of creepy.

"Bella?" he asked. "You…you can't be…but you look…"

"I'm her daughter," I told him. I wondered what my mom could've possibly done to attract all of this attention. "Do you know where the house is?"

"Follow the interstate," he said systematically, like he was used to people asking where it was. "A couple miles down there's a weird little road on the right. Keep your eyes open for it; it's hard to spot."

"Thank you," Fredrik told him as he nodded slightly. The man nodded back; confused. We started to leave but the man called out behind us.

"You're Edward's daughter, aren't you?" the man asked.

"Well, technically…" I shrugged. I knew that he wasn't my real dad but it would be kind of hard to explain that we were 'borrowing' the Cullen house even though we weren't related. Mom married Edward so in a technical sense he could be classified as a father of sorts.

"Well, that explains it," he muttered. I think he didn't expect me to hear it. "You're so beautiful; same features as 'im."

We walked out of the store and Fredrik grinned. "So…" he started. "I'd never say that he was beautiful… I guess it depends on taste…"

"You have a taste in guys?" I asked him.

"Oh yes… Emmett and Edward aren't really my type but that Jasper…" he laughed. "That Jasper is one sexy beast…"

"You got a thing for blondes?" I smirked.

"Depends," he smiled back.

"On what?"

"Do you have a thing for single mothers?"

"Only if they're blond," I laughed.

"A blonde single mother..." Fredrik thought out loud. "I wonder who would win; Alice or Edward?"

"Edward would," I stated. Fredrik looked at me questioning. "I mean, you heard the man… he's beautiful!"

We laughed together as we wandered onto the interstate. We weren't in any hurry so we walked hand-in-hand.

"So what could your mom possibly have done to impact the whole town?" Fredrik asked curiously.

"I have no idea…" I really did wonder what she could've done. "Do I really look that much like her?"

Fredrik stopped and turned me to look at him. He started scanning me from top to bottom, pausing a few seconds to stare at my middle.

"Nope!" he concluded. We started to walk again. I still couldn't understand why everybody here was confusing me for her. Fredrik must have sensed my discomfort. "These people haven't seen your mom in eighteen years; it's easy to be confused if you haven't seen someone in years…"

That helped a little. Fredrik always knew what to say.

"But if they don't stop staring at you like that I'm going to have to do something about it…" he added.

He also knew when to add his signature sarcasm.

"You know I'm yours," I told him as I squeezed his hand.

"All I know is that for some strange reason you're still with me," he shrugged. "I don't know why you are, but there's no way I'd ever give you up."

"Hmm…" I started, taking my hand from his and putting it under my chin. "I wonder…why am I with you?"

He stared at me horrified. I knew I was being evil but it was just so much fun.

"With this body," I gestured to myself. "I could get any guy I want…"

Fredrik stopped and stared at me again. He looked like if he could, he would cry.

"Oh! Now I remember!" I smiled as I jumped onto him. He caught me automatically and held me confusedly. "It's because I love you, because I want to be with you forever, and because you complete me."

He smiled and continued forward, holding my bottom for support.

"You're evil…" he muttered.

"You need to know how much you mean to me." I looked him straight in the eye. His eyes were a dark red; we'd have to hunt soon. "You are my world."

"And you are mine," he smiled. I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.

"Do you think that's it?" I asked, pointing to a little trail. He looked back over his shoulder and swung me around to head that way.

"That's it," he concluded. I looked over my shoulder and saw a house that said 'Cullen' all over it. It was big.

"That's definitely it," I repeated as we got nearer.

He carried me up the steps and unlocked the door. It swung open and we were welcomed by a vast open space. Fredrik shifted his hold on me to a bridal-hold and carried me inside.

"You're supposed to do that after the wedding," I laughed. He shrugged.

"I can do it any time I want," he smiled. He set me down on the couch in front of a wall of windows.

I felt the familiar itch in my throat and groaned.

"What is it?" Fredrik asked as he sat down next to me. I sat up.

"I need to hunt." The burn in my throat begged me forward. "Now."

"I'll go with you…"

"No!" I exclaimed. I didn't like people watching me hunt; it was something that I was slightly ashamed of. I wasn't the…cleanest hunter.

"Okay," Fredrik sighed. "I'll stay here and look around. Be back soon…"

I nodded once and headed hurriedly out of the door; throwing my coat to the side on my way out. I kicked off my huge boots at the door and headed excitedly into the forests.

I always liked hunting in new places; new challenges, new thrills, new prey… I shook my head at the thought. Not prey, more like…well, I hadn't come up with a substitute name for it, but I still didn't like 'prey'.

I caught a whiff of a few deer about a mile away and headed out towards them. I heard twigs pop on my left but couldn't figure out what was with me. The pops followed me through the forest, matching my speed easily. I hadn't ever heard of anything that could have possibly matched my speed so I turned to the right and took off another way. I didn't know if it was paranoia but I suddenly heard the twigs popping on my right side too. Some internal instinct told me to keep going faster, to not wander near whatever it was. I followed my instinct and continued even faster now. I thought that I had lost whatever was following but suddenly I felt their presence all around me. It wasn't just one something; it was many.

I burst through the opening of a small meadow and stood in the middle. I dared whatever was following to come out and took a fighting stance.

"Who's following me?" I called out. "I know you're there; come out."

After a moment of silence the trees around the meadow started shaking violently. All around the meadow heavy shadows emerged from the forest and crept closer. I stared at the massive shapes and recognized rather dog-like features. These weren't just puppies; they were massive wolves.

My head whipped from wolf to wolf as they started to close in. I suddenly caught a whiff of them and wanted to vomit. I held my nose and gradually sank into the ground as I realized that there was no escape.

Well, I realized why Alice hadn't been seeing my future...

I didn't have a future.

I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other
beginning's end

-semisonic

it's another one of those where you know the song but didn't know that was one of the lyrics...

okay!
i have decided that i will not do like i did last chapter.
the author's note was way too long and even after all of my effort FanFiction still screwed it up.
:P

a few points:
details-
i'm not good with them.
("It was big.")
sorry.

school-
sucks.
today was the first day and they assigned us homework
(notice how i am not doing the homework.)

crossdressers-
i think i might have an obsession with stories about crossdressers.
there is
-Ouran High School Host Club
-Hana-Kimi
and
-W Juliet
...
Micheal doesn't count as crossdressing.
do not tell me he is.
Envy neither.
those are sacred to me.

the one question i will answer
i will answer one question (or less) from now on.
this time's...
...
...
i couldn't find any good questions.
...
i don't think i'm too happy today-
maybe i should go write "The Wizard of Oz"...
i only write good sarcasm when i am incredibly pissed.

the last,
and one of the more important things
most of you liked Kira more than anybody else so i gave her her own one-shot.
go check it out and leave a review...
make me less pissed.

-the(not-so-happy)envylover