Disclaimer: Yeah, still don't own it. :P

Haley's POV

It was easy to tell that Jacob was in love with Bella. They don't know it, but when they were talking I snuck down to watch them. He held her with such tenderness, he's absolutely smitten with her, but I don't think she feels the same way. Looking at Jacob now it's difficult to see why she would choose Edward over him. Sure Edward was good looking I suppose, but he was blandly pale, and always cold. Uncle Jacob's skin was tanned a perfect reddish brown with his lean muscles visible. His skin was warm to the touch, and perfect for cuddling on winter days. I know that as a four year old I'm expected to be utterly unobservant and ignorant, but I know the truth. I know that there is something special about me. I'm not just smart, I'm different. I can tell. No matter what Bella wants to believe, I'm not a normal human being. I may not even be human. I get these hunches all the time, and sometimes I'm sure I can just tell what people are thinking. Call it what you want, but I know that it's more than it seems. I will get to the bottom of this, and I probably shouldn't ask Jacob, but I will anyway. Talking to him about Edward is never a good thing, but it's better than talking to Bella.

"Uncle Jake?" I asked, putting on my childish persona once more.

"Yeah Hales?" I drew in a deep breath.

"What was Ed—my dad like? Did you know him?" I watched as he fought to control how angry the thought of Edward made him, until he got it under control and turned to me.

"No Hales, I didn't know him very well. Nor his family. The Cullens don't go onto La Push." Now this was interesting. For someone who didn't even know Edward very well, Jacob certainly harbored an extreme hatred toward him.

"Why didn't they go onto the reservation? I thought Carlisle—I mean Grandpa—was a brilliant doctor. Surely they would need him sometimes?"

"The elders of La Push just didn't like them on the reservation is all. Enough questions now, I need to work." He definitely wasn't telling me something, something that was important, and I was determined to weasel it out of him.

"But you already finished working on that car an hour ago. You just want a distraction so you won't slip up and say something you aren't supposed to. Isn't that right?" I watched as the gears in his mind worked overtime attempting to find a retort that would stop me.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know when you are older." He was unsuccessful. I would need something much more than a later to stop me.

"But you always say that I'm more mature than Bel—Mom. Besides, as Edward's daughter, I think I have a right to know."

"You know perfectly well that your mother used a sperm bank. Edward was unable to have children."

He was getting angry now, and I wondered if I should stop, but I was on a roll and I wasn't about to quit now.

"Why wasn't he able to have children Jacob? And if that's true then why do I have his pale skin, bronze hair, and topaz eyes? Something tells me that they aren't just recessive genes. The likeliness of the man whose sperm I supposedly came from looking exactly like my father is less likely than my father coming back. Zip. Zilch. It isn't possible. You know I'm more perceptive than my mother is. You know I'm not an ordinary four year old. Would you be having this conversation with a four year old? I don't think so. I'm only telling you this because I know I can't tell my mother, and because I know you have the answers." I finished my rant and took a deep breath. I usually don't talk that much, I prefer to keep quiet so as to not let people know of my high intelligence level. I don't want to be shipped away to some private school for freaks, my mom needs me here.

Jacob shook with anger, and for the first time I can remember, I was afraid. Apparently he didn't like being stood up to, and that added with the mention of my father…

The hair on his arms rippled, and his arms themselves appeared to be getting larger and more muscular. His hair was thickening, and his face was lengthening. He crouched down on all fours, took one look at me and Tristan, and bolted for the woods. What was going on? I wanted to know now. What was Jacob? And what am I?

I looked once to Tristan, and told him with as much authority that I could that he needed to take a nap. As usual he obeyed me without question. This was another thing that I wondered about, was it normal to have your inferiors obey your every command without question? With Bella or Jacob Tristan put up much more of a fight, but whenever I gave him an order he followed it immediately. I mentally made note of this phenomenon to mention to Jacob whenever I got the chance and ran towards the woods outside.

Jacob, the Jacob I knew anyway, wasn't anywhere to be found. But a very large, russet colored wolf was just visible a couple hundred yards away, hiding his enormous body as best as he could behind the trees. For the shortest instant we made eye contact, and I understood completely for the first time in my life. This wolf was Jacob, and he had everything to do with Edward and what I was now.

I broke into a run, and found myself there faster than I expected. I crouched down to look Jacob in the eyes and commanded him to change back and tell me everything. He dashed off behind the trees and reemerged not a full minute later wearing a tattered pair of jean cutoffs.

"Explain, please," was the only thing I could manage to get out. This whole thing was so much more than I had expected. I mean, I thought, I don't know what I thought but it was nothing like this.

"Haley. I—all of the Quileute Elders—we're werewolves," he finished dumbly.

I looked at him and wasn't sure whether to believe him or start laughing uncontrollably. I chose the former.

"And that would make my mom…?" I waited for him to finish for me.

"Human," he stated firmly.

"And my dad…?" I waited again.

"A vampire," he finished in a whisper.

A vampire, a human, and a werewolf. All tied up in a ridiculous love triangle of mythical beings. This was too much to take in at once. Even for me. I sat patiently as Jacob explained the story from the beginning, when Bella moved to Forks, to the end, when Edward's sickeningly beautiful "sister" stole him away from her. I sat numbly trying to read between the lines of what he was telling me. He still firmly believed that I was the product of an unbeknownst father and Bella. I believed otherwise.

If a vampire were able to reproduce, and reproduced with a human, surely the offspring would have some combination of traits from both. I started to tally the traits I noticed in myself. Aversion to blood: Bella, Physical likeness: Edward, Mind reading: Edward, Speed: Edward, Mortality: Bella, Intelligence/ Perceptiveness: Edward. So I was like a vampire who didn't need to drink blood, didn't sparkle in the sun, and wasn't immortal. Interesting. There was still the problem of sperm. I knew for a fact that with a body as cold as his was said to be, that sperm just wouldn't survive. I also know that my mother did in fact use a sperm bank for both me and Tristan, and that Tristan was 100 human. But, if Edward and Bella, well had "physical relations" during the time that she used the sperm bank, and the venom that replaced the bodily fluids of a vampire fertilized Bella's egg, what would you get? A crazy kind of half vampire?

I needed to get onto the internet. Fast.

Bella POV

My much needed sleep was interrupted again with footsteps pounding through the house. I closed my eyes once more before getting up to find out what was going on. Jacob was standing in the middle of the living room, his eyes frantic.

"She knows, Bella. She knows everything. She had figured some things out on her own, and then I changed, and I had to tell her. I understand if you never want to see me or want me around your children again, I'm just too dangerous."

I stood numbly for awhile, taking it all in. It was a minute before I realized I should probably answer Jacob.

"She knows? About…"

"The werewolves, the vampires, everything. I swear, I didn't mean to phase, but she started talking about her father, and how she knew she was different…"

"Different? What are you talking about Jacob? Haley is a normal, intelligent, four-year-old girl," I said obstinately. Maybe he had a point, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

"Oh come on Bells. You know she's different. You know she may be something more."

"Well how did she react when you told her everything? Was she angry, or scared, or both?"

"She got quiet. I'm not sure if she was scared, or angry, or just thinking. Maybe she doesn't understand, but after the rant she gave me earlier, I wouldn't bet on that last option."

She got quiet. She was trying to solve something difficult, something perplexing, something that had to do with her father.

It was I this time that ran up the stairs into her room, swung open her door and stumbled in breathing heavily. Haley was seated calmly at her computer, intently researching something. As I got closer I recognized the site to be Wikipedia, and as I drew closer still I saw the word that made up the headline: dhampir.

A/N: so if you are a person who likes to spoil surprises, you could wikipedia dhampir, because its there.

btw. pronounced dam-peer.

or you could let me surprise you!!

clicking the little box that says go and leaving me a review would inspire me to write much much faster. i probably wont be able to post again until saturday though, because of work and school.