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Tentatively, I hugged this mysterious girl back, wondering why she was welcoming me to the family and how she knew my name, when it was clearly obvious that I was still an undecided issue among the group. But at these words, I noticed a mixture of emotions pass through the group, drastically changing their auras from exuberant, from the pixie girl who was hugging me, to livid, from the angry yet attractive boy who defended a girl named Bella. I finally broke the hug and jumped back a little, still taken aback by the displays of emotion and all of these unknown people. Sensing my uncomfortable state, Esme quickly put an arm around my shoulders and said, "Iris, this is my family. Please, tell us why you are here and your story."

"Okay," I said a little louder, regaining my composure. I sat down in my previous spot and the family gathered around me. Esme seemed to remember something, and instantly snapped to attention. "Oh my goodness, excuse me, I forgot introductions! Iris, this is my husband Carlisle, he's a doctor at the nearby hospital," She pointed to the authority, a kind-faced man with blonde hair, and "My sons Emmett," a burly, happy guy who occasionally smiled at me, "Edward," this was the bronze haired boy, who glared at me, "and Jasper." This boy had not spoken yet, but as I looked at him, I immediately felt a sense of calm wash over me. I knew exactly what he was, and what he was trying to do, so I reversed the emotion and sent panic back at him. He became startled, probably not from just the panic, and looked at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. I smiled and laughed a little. But for some reason, he felt strangely familiar. I shook the feeling, knowing he couldn't possibly…

Esme totally missed this reaction, as she was still introducing the gang. "And these," she said with pride, "Are my daughters, Rosalie and Alice." Rosalie had to be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, vampire or alike. I studied her face, she smiled at me, and I immediately liked this girl. She had uncomplicated emotions and her aura was clear enough to see pure happiness at the chance of another family member, which I found curious. She shouldn't have been that happy. And Alice, the pixie girl, laughed and waved, saying, "I'm going to like this girl, I think."

Weirdo.

Esme also added, "And Alice, Jasper, and Edward have special powers, but we'll talk about that another time. Tell us your story." I considered this, and then said, "I think it would be easier for me if you asked me specific questions," I smiled sheepishly. "Sometimes I have issues with my memory." The family considered this, and then they said:

"So, where were you born?" Alice asked, peering at me. "You don't look American."

"I'm not, really," I said, laughing out loud at the memories that flooded back from my human days. "I'm Greek. I was born 1954, to my parents Alexandra and Andros, who were both olive farmers. They were simplistic people, and being the only daughter, they wanted me to grow to learn that Greece, which had always been there home, would be perfect for me. But I wasn't happy. I wanted to go to America, where I learned there was a whole new revolution was going on. A cultural one, where women weren't objects and had feelings and thoughts and mattered. I wanted it, wanted to matter, so much. Actually, I think it was the thing I had always wanted. I was never the same as the other children in my village. While the other children were running around and being rowdy, I was always sitting under a shady tree, painting. My mother had originally named me Hélène, after my grandmother, but changed my name to Iris, in honor of the goddess, after seeing what I was painting. She was amazed at all the colors, so Rainbow was apparently an appropriate name to her." I laughed at the memory of my mother proclaiming me equal to the goddess herself. Thinking I had answered the question as fully as possible, I waited for the next round.

Edward seemed interested, which was a first, and said, "So who changed you?'

I looked at him with a sorrowful expression on my face. He seemed taken aback, and his eyes flicked to Jasper, hearing something. I turned to look at Jasper for the first time, and was shocked.

That face.

It was familiar as the back of my hand. He was there, at Woodstock '68. He was the mysterious boy who I held hands with, associating the coldness with the nighttime weather. He was the one who helped me on stage so that I could dance with the band. And he had been the one who I had fallen madly in love with.

I stared into the eyes of my attacker, the one who pounced on me and left me for dead, the one who I had been looking for all these years, so that I could have my revenge. And his love. Jasper looked back, ashamed, yet still curious, the flicker of his laughing eyes that I learned to love so well still alive.

"No!" Alice screamed.