Chapter 7

Thanks to all who reviewed so far on the last chapter. Many of you asked the question, who was the face in the window? Well, the answer is…You'll never know! No, just kidding. I'm not that evil. You won't find out in this chapter, though. Anyway, everyone keep reviewing! I might now be able to get a lot of chapters up now with Christmas and relatives and stuff, but I'll try to hurry up!

I am not Stephenie Meyer, nor do I know her. I do not own any of the characters, except for Chris, Mary and Vicki.

Previously;

"Oh Bella." Esme hugged me tightly. I did not shy away.

Emmett, being Emmett, shouted, "Group Hug!"

So absorbed was everyone in the group hug, that they didn't notice the face in the window.

BPOV

After I finally was released from Emmett's death grasp, I went to go rest on the couch. The room was filled with sounds of friendly banter. Alice, Mary and Rosalie were in one corner, chatting about the best malls to visit in the area. I could feel myself being pushed into another shopping trip sometime in the near future. I noted with a smile that Jasper kept trying to inch away from Alice to join in the boy's talk without hurting Alice's feelings.

In the opposite corner, Emmett and Chris were discussing 'guy stuff.' I did not know what fell into this category, nor did I really want to know. I assumed it had something to do with cars or maybe hunting techniques.

Edward and Vicki were the only ones not in the room. Where are they? I looked around again. Nothing. Then, with my super-sensitive hearing, I could hear the faint sounds of an argument coming from the other room. It had to be them. I focused my hearing unto their conversation but could hear no specific words. Everyone else was talking to loud..

I took that moment to look up. Carlisle and Esme were smiling down at me. Carlisle began. "Bella, we were just wondering. Do you, Chris or Mary have any powers?"

"Ah, yes, actually, we do. Chris can read minds, just like Edward. He has to be within a couple miles, but them he can read whatever is passing through their minds at that moment. And Mary has the power of being able to tell whenever someone is lying, and exactly what they are lying about. It's a very useful power, being able to tell when someone is lying."

Carlisle nodded in understanding. "And you?"

I grinned. "Watch."

I carefully concentrated on a flower vase in the corner. It was decorated with subtle pink flowers. I imagined the vase flying around the room. To everyone's delight, the vase soared over to Emmett and flew above his head. He didn't notice, and kept talking animatedly. By now, everyone was staring at Emmett in astonishment. He smiled, pleased that everyone was listening to his story with such respect.

It was Rosalie who jerked his attention away from his story. "Um Emmett?"

"Yes Rosalie?" He asked, staring at her.

"Look up."

He did, and I brought the vase crashing down towards his head. He let out a girlish scream. The vase was spiraling downward toward his head. Emmett put his hands above his head to prevent his head from getting hurt. I didn't get why, it's not like it would hurt his rock-solid head anyway. Then, I made the vase stop falling one inch above his head.

He looked stunned for a second, just staring at the vase. Then I made it zoom back into my waiting hand. His head snapped up to stare at me, as did all of the others in the room, save for Mary and Chris, who had seen the whole thing before.

"My power," I paused dramatically," Is telekinesis."

In an instant, Alice was next to me, wanting more demonstrations. I managed to finally get them all back to their conversations. I really just wanted to be alone and to not talk right now.

Carlisle waited until everyone else had gone back to their conversations. "Bella, that was a very cool power." I grinned up at him. He seemed to sense that I didn't want to talk right now, because he started inching away. "Bella, I have just one more thing I wanted to tell you. Bella, Edward still loves you." Then he walked away.

Why was Carlisle lying to me? Did he want to torture me, to bring back all the old wounds? I had to think to myself. I had to get away. I started to walk out the door, zombie-like. I tried to ignore the roaring in my ears.

Chris and Mary tried to cut me off when they saw me, but I shrugged off their hands. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room staring at me, but I kept walking. Then, I took off.

Hopefully, no one would try to follow me. I just wanted to run, to think by myself for a while. Thankfully, I knew just where I would go. The same place I would always go when I was upset. The place that reminded me of long ago, many lifetimes ago. A happier place, a happier time. The Meadow. Edward's Meadow.

Within minutes, I had arrived. Appleby really wasn't that far away from Forks, after all. But I couldn't go back to Forks. Too many memories, too many bad memories. I could remember the last time I had been there. Sixty years ago. For Charlie's funeral.

I could remember that day so clearly, it could have been yesterday. The world had been in mourning. It had been a rainy, dark day, (although in Forks, that was nearly every day.) The whole town had been there, mourning the day that the old retired police chief had died. And that was my fault. After I'd disappeared and was presumed dead, Charlie was empty inside. He didn't think that daughters should die before their fathers. So the way he lived had been changed dramatically. It was almost as bad as what I had been like after Edward left me. So the rest of his life was a waste. He never left the house. He had nothing to live for. And it was entirely my fault.

At the funeral, I had seen my old best friend. Jacob. He didn't look as old as I would have pictured him as. But that wasn't the biggest difference. He had a son. He looked like a miniature version of Jake. His hair was the same shade, his eyes the same color and his skin precisely the same shade. He looked about seven.

I wanted to walk over to Jake, to see him again. But I couldn't come out from behind the tree in which I had been hiding. I couldn't just go out in the open. What would everyone say if they suddenly saw Charlie's dead daughter come to his funeral?

But I didn't have too. Jacob's head suddenly snapped up and he looked directly at the tree in which I was hiding behind. Then, cautiously, he began walking toward the tree line, before cautioning his son to stay put.

He had looked behind the tree. "Bella?" He had asked, wonder in his voice. "But you're dead." Then a realization seemed to hit him. "You're a vampire?" Now it was my turn to gasp.

"How did you know?"

"Well, I'm a werewolf." He said simply. I just looked at him. "Here, you have to meet my son." He started to push me away from the trees. Then he seemed to realize I couldn't go out into the open. "Oh, right." He said. He went to get his son.

"This is Kevin." He smiled. "Kevs, this is Bella. She was my friend a long time ago." Kevin seemed shy. He didn't look me in the eye as he muttered, "Hi." Then he went back to hiding behind his father's legs.

After the funeral, I went to La Push. He told me all about how he became a werewolf. When he was ignoring me all those years ago, he was changing. (A.N. This is where she learns everything we know about Jake in New Moon and Eclipse. I didn't want to write in here.)

Then I had to leave. I had to get back to Mary and Chris. I turned to leave. Jake pressed a necklace in the shape of a wolf into my hand. "If you ever need me, for anything, just squeeze this wolf tightly. I will be there." I looked up at him, and knew that if I were human, I would have been crying. It was so sweet. But I wouldn't need him for anything. I was a vampire. A vampire who was strong and young and didn't need anyone help. But I knew I would keep the necklace anyway to remember him.

Then, I was rushed back to the present time. I was standing in the meadow. I unconsciously rubbed the necklace and thought about what Carlisle had said.

"Bella, Edward still loves you."

Sorry, I had to get Jake in here somehow. That's it. The chapter is over. Next chapter is fluff! Yay! I would write more, but I just got a digital camera for Christmas along with DDR and Guitar Hero and I really want to try them out. Review!