I don't remember ever actually finding food. I don't remember the hunt. I don't remember William trying to show off for Adelaide by finding some huge animal to attack and kill. I don't remember her telling him to be careful. I don't remember Adelaide's supposedly secret glances at me in worry. I remember none of it.

My mind was in a blur until we got to the Cullens' cars. Any thoughts running through my heads were gone, when my jaw dropped at the sight of their methods of transportation. It was a black Mercedes sitting there. Edward and Carlisle were leaning against the car, ignoring the stares of passersby. "Wow," I mumbled. That was one sweet ride. Dad would have loved this car.

Edward grinned. "You like?" he asked.

"Yeah."

William laughed. "Do you know what this car even is, Misae?"

I shook my head. "I just know it's a good car." I didn't bother to say how I did know. William and Adelaide knew how I knew a little teeny bit about cars, but the Cullens didn't need to know.

"Are you ready to go?" asked Carlisle.

We nodded.

Carlisle stepped into the driver's seat, with Edward getting in the back. William decided to sit in the front with Carlisle, while Adelaide and I sat in the backseat, me being pinned with Adelaide on my left and Edward on my right. Carlisle looked back from the rearview mirror at us. "Sorry if it is a bit cramped back there," he said.

I shrugged. "It's fine."

He started the car and I immediately flew backwards as soon as he pressed down on the gas pedal. Edward chuckled softly, while Adelaide just simply looked around. "What happened to Emmett and Rosalie?" she questioned.

"They took Emmett's Jeep home," explained Edward. "We knew there wouldn't be enough room for everybody to drive in one car and we needed to get theirs too." And to tell Alice, Jasper, and Esme about their arrival…

I glared at him. What does he think we are going to do? Destroy everything in sight? Just because we don't live a stable life like he does doesn't mean we're uncivilized. God, I was like him--just without the whole 'needing to feed off animal blood' thing--five years ago.

Edward stared at me, his eyes soft, as if I just insulted him. "What?" I asked.

He continued to stare for a moment longer. Then, he shook his head, "Nothing."

What in the world? I shrugged his continuous looks at me off, sighing.

"Now, if you don't mind my asking," started Carlisle, "but when were you all born?"

"Do you mean as vampires or humans?" William asked.

"Either or."

"Well, I fought in the Civil War. I was a Confederate Captain. But, in 1862, I was shot in the chest and was dying. The nurse who tried to help me was a vampire, I suppose he was able to handle blood very well…"

Edward stifled a laugh.

"…But, he transformed me that night and made me a vampire, telling my company that I had passed away from the bullet."

Carlisle glanced up in rearview mirror, his eyes meeting Edward's.

I think that was me, I heard his voice through Edward's mind. I was working down in Georgia in 1862 and I remember changing a young soldier. I don't remember his name, but I think it might have been William.

That would be kind of funny, Edward thought. What are the chances of Carlisle meeting up with another vampire, but one that he changed? Just, I don't remember him ever saying that he changed more than Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, and me…

"I was dying of influenza," started Adelaide, "during the Great Depression. My family left me while I was sick and just left me to die."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Carlisle said.

Adelaide shrugged. "I questioned my relationship with others after that. I realized that Misae and William are my only true family, since they haven't left me since we met."

I grabbed her hand.

Thanks, Misae, she thought. I love you.

You too.

"Somebody came to collect our taxes and saw how sick I was," Adelaide continued, "I think. A lot of that is blurred. I just remember the tax collector coming and then returning with another person. Then, I just remember all the fire."

"I understand that," said Carlisle. "My adopted daughter doesn't have any memory of how she changed. We found out through another vampire."

Edward looked out the window. A small girl with short black hair watched the videotape. "The old vampire made her a strong new vampire," a man said on the tape, "and there was no reason for me to touch her then." He sighed. "I destroyed the old one in vengeance."

"Alice," whispered the girl shown on the tape. She had brown hair and dark brown eyes that widened at the realization of who the man was talking about.

"Yes, your friend…"

The girl with the black hair sighed, looking up at the ceiling. A boy with blonde hair--not Emmett, though--came to her from behind, wrapping his arms around her. "You okay?" he whispered in her ear.

She shrugged. "I suppose. Not much I can do about it. He's dead and gone and I'm just dead."

"I'm sorry, Alice."

"Me too." She didn't say anything for a moment. "I guess I'm kind of glad I at least know what happened to me. I don't feel so left out, you know?"

"Yes."

She leaned her head back, resting it against his chest. "I just never would have suspected that it would be somebody like him…"

"What do you mean?"

"I thought my creator would have been destroyed long before. Who would have thought he'd still be around and trying to kill Bella?"

The boy waited.

"She smelled even better than you do," the man on the tape continued. "Sorry--I don't mean to be offensive…"

The girl sighed. She pressed a button on the tape, shutting it off. "That's enough of him." She spun around. "Edward, do you know if Bella's awake?"

I shook my head. Poor girl, whoever she is. I don't know the entire story, but she sounded upset, whether or not she actually she showed it.

"Ah," Carlisle started, "we are almost here. Forks, Washington."

This is the where, if I could have, my face would have paled. To prevent anybody from seeing the shock on my face, I leaned forward, putting my face in my hands. God, why me? Forks. I haven't been here in five years. I didn't want to be back here. This place brings back so many memories of my childhood, even though I didn't even live here. Forks is way too close to my childhood home, to where my friends and family still live…

I cannot be back here. I will die if I stay. There is no way I can survive three days here, at least. Maybe even longer. I will go insane here. I will most likely try to destroy myself or something, or at least into a depression.

I sighed.

"Are you okay, Misae?" asked Edward.

I could feel stares on the top of my head. I nodded, even though I was easily lying. This was the first place I passed through leaving home. I knew it would be safe for me to leave through here, but I never wanted to be back again.

Nobody said anything for about two minutes, while Carlisle continued to drive. I knew Adelaide was watching me carefully. Eventually, she pushed back my hair from my ear. She whispered, "You going to be okay?"

I shook my head.

She looked up at William, who stared back at her. They looked helpless, questioning silently what to do.

"Here we are," announced Carlisle. He pulled down a driveway that led to a huge, white house. The home was beautiful, but the beauty just added to the sickening feeling I had.

Everyone got out of the car, Edward holding out a hand to help me get out. I gratefully took it. I wasn't sure if my legs would be able to support me standing up. While Adelaide and William stared at the beauty of the surroundings, I just stared at the Mercedes. God, I was back.

"Have you seen the forests, Misae?" asked Carlisle. "I can imagine someone like you would love nature like this."

I nodded, but I didn't need to be reminded of the trees; they haunted me everyday of my forever-long life.