I am not S. Meyer. so I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. Besides, these my own characters.

Chapter Two-Memory Lane

~Caleb Mason~

I hid in the shadows of the trees across from Anthony's house. I wanted to see her again. To pick up on her scent. When I passed her by at the station, I wasn't sure it was her. I would have played it off as my mind playing tricks on me, but I caught the slightest hint of her scent. Then I saw her in the parking lot at the store, and her scent was so strong. I knew it had to be her. I was sure of it. It had been fifteen years, but I would bet my existence on it.

Rachel was inside the house with Anthony, I knew from the black Mercedes Benz that sat outside. Anthony had called her. He got hurt at work and needed medical attention. But refused to go to the hospital, so Rachel had to make a house call.

Just then, I took a deep breath and slid further back into the shadows as a dark green Jetta pulled up behind the Mercedes. I watched in silent surprise as she climbed out the car. It was her! The same girl from fifteen years ago, but older, more beautiful. And her scent, the smell of lilacs on a warm summer day was strong. I would never forget that smell. Not ever.

I watched as she rushed quickly to the front door and slipped inside. I listened to the conversation that went on.

"Tony?!" Her voice sounded so beautiful. It was soft, but yet held authority in it.

"In here! Ow."

"Sorry." I heard Rachel apologize. She must be trying really hard not to hurt him. She is usually very gentle.

"What did you do?" I head the giggle in her voice and couldn't help but chuckle softly. She sounded as beautiful her she looked.

"I got a little too close to a saw at work." I knew Anthony worked at the town's repair shop. Hell, everyone knew. And everyone knew that he was the most accident prone person in town. "Oh, yea. Anya, this is Doctor Rachel Mason."

"It is nice to finally meet you, Anya. Anthony has told me a lot about you in the fifteen minutes I've been here."

I heard Anya's heart beat quicken. It was beating just as quickly as when I spoke to her in the parking lot. She didn't respond in words. Then Rachel must have turned back to Anthony because when she spoke again, she was giving instructions. "Try to keep it dry for at least two days. I will return to change the dressings then. If you do anything to cause it to bleed, call me right away, no matter the time."

I took a deep breath. I had to move now. I pulled the small note from my pocket, wrapped in plastic. Rachel was about to leave. I rushed quickly to the dark green Jetta and slipped the plastic wrapped note under the wiper. Then I turned and quickly got into Rachel's car. She wouldn't mind. But I still listened to the conversation.

"Thanks Doctor."

Rachel giggled softly. That was something she didn't do very often. "Please. Rachel is just fine. I have told you before."

Then Anya spoke up and my breath caught in my chest. "I am sorry. But may I ask you something?"

"Anything dear." Rachel said to her kindly.

"I was at the store. As I was loading my bags into my car and guy offered me help. He finished loading them, walked me to the door, then left. I am sorry, this will sound weird, but I was wondering if you knew him. He didn't tell me his name." My eyes widened suddenly. She was asking my mother about me!

"How would I know him. There are so many guys in this town." Rachel giggled softly. Then she spoke to me. At least her mind did. Of course she knew I was outside. 'That was you, son. Wasn't it?'

"He had your eyes. Well, almost, his were darker. And he had light brown hair. And he spoke really politely." I chuckled softly at Anya's words.

"Oh yes. You mean Caleb. He is my son. Youngest really. He has always been kind. He just got back this morning from his trip to Europe. His sister picked him up from the airport."

"In a silver Pathfinder?" Again my eyes widened. She even recognized my car?!

"Yes. I believe so. That would be his car."

"Oh. Okay." She sounded convinced of something.

"Well I must be going. Remember, keep it dry. And call me if it begins bleeding again." I listened as Rachel said her good-byes and left. I didn't turn to look as she walked out of the house and got into the car.

"Caleb."

"I nothing wrong. I was only being polit." I didn't bother to hide my English accent from her. I knew she was concerned. Out of the rest of the family, I was the one that spent most of my time away from humans.

"Yes. But I want to know why you didn't introduce yourself to her after helping her."

She started the car and drove off as I sat in silence. She wouldn't believe me.

"Caleb?" She glanced over at me when I didn't respond.

I took a deep breath. "My mind went blank when I got close to her. I lost all train of thought."

"You? But how?" I knew it was going to surprise her. I was the one in the family that always had something to say. But when I got near her, I didn't know what to say.

I shrugged. "I really don't know." It was weird to me even.

Rachel shrugged. "Maybe Jonathan or Max can figure out why."

"I really don't want them to figure out. To be honest, it was something different, something new that I liked. Besides, I wasn't sure if telling her who I am was the right thing to do."

"Caleb. It happened a long time ago, and she was very young. I doubt she will remember. Besides, you should be able to tell if she remembered anything or not."

I knew what she meant. I am able to read minds. It's a talent I got when I started my new life. "But that's another reason why I was unable to really talk to her. I can't read her too well."

Rachel turned to me in shock and surprise. But I didn't react. I already reacted when I first saw Anya and realized that my powers had no affect on her.

"You can't read her too well?! That can't be."

"I can't read her. If I want to read her, I have to concentrate on only her. If I am in a crowded room, I have to block everyone else out in order to hear her.." A smile stretched across my face. "It kinda pisses me off, but it also makes her that more interesting." I looked up surprised at Rachel as we pulled up in front of our house. She looked back at me with her face twisted between concern and anger. I just said the wrong thing. Ooops.

"What do you mean?" She said slowly.

I sighed. "I am not going to hurt her. I can't bring myself to hurt her. I just want to know her. Seeing as I can't read her, the only other way is to talk to her." I climbed out of the car and walked slowly towards the front door. Rachel was right behind me.

The house we lived in was huge. It was an off yellow with large windows. Vines and roses snaked up the sides of the house. It was three floors with five bedrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, two studies, and three bathrooms. But of course the bathrooms were never really used. We didn't need them.

Rachel followed me closely. "Caleb. You know you can't get to close to her. You know she can't know about us. If she finds out, you will not only be putting this family in danger, but her too." Rachel stepped in front of me, blocking my path inside. She looked at me hard, but with deep concern. "I know you care deeply for her. I can see it now and I saw it that night. But you cannot get her involved in this. You must leave her alone."

I knew Rachel would do that. Feelings were not something you could keep from her. Rachel had some kind of radar for them. She was able to tell how someone was feeling. And if need be, she was able to control the feelings. If someone was out of hand, she could calm them. It was a helpful little tool in the hospital when you were trying to give a problematic patient a shot.

I pushed passed Rachel. "I can't. I already picked up on her scent. It will be very hard for me to stay away from her now that I know she is in this town."

"Then we leave." I froze on the steps at Rachel's words. "If you can't away from her, then we will leave. Move somewhere else, where you can't bother her."

"If it comes down to that, then leave without me. I will not leave this town. I will not leave her."

"Caleb…"

I cut Rachel's protest short. I turned and glared at her. "I lost her once Rachel. I will not lose her again."

"You would leave your family, your coven for a human girl?"

I took a deep breath but said nothing. Rachel knew I was serious about my threat. I turned and headed inside, up to my room.

The first floor was the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and one of the studies. All matched with wooden floors and walls. The one study down there belonging to Jonathan. Teresa and Cole shared the first room, the red room. That room had dark red walls and matching covers on the king size bed they shared. They painted it that color shortly after they moved in. They didn't agree on the white walls. Max and Kira shared the second room, the blue room. That room wasn't really blue, but when the moon was bright and full, the light would shine through the tinted windows, casting a blue glow across the walls. Rachel and Jonathan shared the third room, the master bedroom. All of them were on the second floor. The other study was on the third floor, with my bedroom.

I walked up the two flights of stairs to the top, and down the short hall to my room. I walked inside, quietly closing the door behind me. Aside from the large black leather couch and the sound system I had set up near my wall of cds, my room was empty. I didn't have a bed like the other rooms had. I had no need for it. The couch served its purpose well enough for me.

I sighed deeply and walked over to the couch to lay down. It sat facing the large window that over looked the back yard. It had the best view of the mountains in the north.

I laid on the couch, my right arm resting over my eyes. I laid in silence, my thoughts finding their way back to her. Back to Anya.

"Caleb?" A soft voice drifted into my room to me, followed by three soft taps on the door.

I groaned softly. "Come in Tess."

I didn't bother to uncover my eyes. I laid there, listening to the door open then close. To the soft footsteps that made their way to me. I felt the very end of the couch sink slightly as Tess sat next to me.

Still without looking, I questioned her. "What is it, Tess?"

She didn't respond right away. A few seconds passed before she answered. "Caleb. Why do you torture yourself? I saw how strong she calls to you…"

I sat up quickly, cutting Teresa's sentence short. "You 'saw' her?" Teresa had the power, or talent, to see the future. But what she saw was not set in stone. She could never just call a vision to her. They usually came without warning. And sometimes they were not clear enough to make out. But if she 'saw' Anya, then Anya had some connection to us, to Teresa.

Teresa only nodded to me. "I saw many different paths, none were very….good."

"For her I bet." I shifted, turning so I was sitting on the couch, my arms resting on my legs and my head held low. Anything, any future of Anya's that I was a part of would never be good for her.

"And for you too. I've seen her live out her life with you beside her till she died. I've seen you leaving her, thinking it's for the best. I've seen you taking her away from her life, turning her. I've seen her die in your arms, and you follow behind her shortly afterwards into death. I've even seen you kill her."

At her last sentence I jumped to my feet, unable to control myself. How could she even think I would do that?! "I could never kill her. I could never hurt her."

Teresa didn't seem bothered by my sudden outburst. "I know Caleb. When I saw you kill her, I saw you trying to save her. She was badly injured, about to die. You tried to save her, to turn her. But when you bit her you lost control."

We sat in silence for a while, listening to each other breathing slowly. Then Teresa spoke up, breaking the silence. "Caleb. Why do you find yourself to attached to her? You only just met her. How do you know you love her?"

I took a deep breath, crossing my arms over my chest, closing my eyes. I guess I could tell her. She would be the first to find out in fifteen years.

"I spoke to Jonathan and Rachel. They know how I feel now, how I felt then. Rachel knew it before I did. She knew I feel in love with Anya fifteen years ago."

"Fifteen years ago?"

"Just a few months before you and Cole showed up. Jonathan, Rachel, and I were out hunting that night. We had to cut the hunting trip short when humans begun to crowd the clearing on the ledge above us. But we didn't leave though. We decided we would wait till they all left, then we would continue hunting. Suddenly, shortly after nine, the night was shattered by a piercing scream of fear and terror.

"I didn't think. My body just reacted. I ran to the ledge to see a small child falling. I heard her parents calling franticly to her. Then their voices were lost as other voices washed over them. But I could still hear the fear and terror as each person called the child's name. Arianna.

"I don't know why I did it. I still don't know why to this day. She meant nothing to me, just another human. But I couldn't stand there and watch her die. My body took on a life of its own. I jumped to the cliff wall and caught her. She wasn't screaming. She held her eyes closed tightly, her body was tense. I held her tightly and jumped back down to the forest floor, where Jonathan and Rachel waited.

"Rachel looked her over quickly, seeing nothing wrong with her. She wanted to take Anya from me, to return her to her parents."

"She thought you would attack her. Having a human so close to you. A child, at that. Human children cannot defend themselves as adults can. They were afraid for her." Teresa said softly.

I only nodded. "And it's against our rules. But I told them that I could handle it. I asked them to head up to the clearing to let her parents know she was ok. They did as I asked, hesitating for only a few seconds. But I didn't hurt her. I couldn't. When I looked down at her, everything in me that wanted to hurt her was gone. She seemed to clam me down.

"I spoke only four words to her, making her open her eyes. I said 'Such a beautiful child'. And as soon as her soft gray eyes looked into mine, I felt weak. I took my time walking her back up to her family. I stopped only once, when she shivered against my cold skin. But even as she fought to get closer to me, to get warm, she didn't look away from me.

"I put her on the ground and wrapped my jean jacket around her. I picked her up in my arms again and continued. As soon as I stepped out of the trees and into the clearing, her parents rushed to me, taking her from my hands so quickly. Rachel and Jonathan stood beside me, making sure I wouldn't do anything. They led me away as I heard her parents crying in joy over their child.

"We got back to the house. I didn't want to speak, I couldn't.. They were both proud that I, not only saved a human life, but I had not attacked a human when one was so close to me. Although, Rachel knew why. She knew how I felt, she knew the pain that kept me silent.

"Without a word, I left them and closed myself up in my room. Rachel had to explain to Jonathan what happened. I tried to explain to them that it didn't matter, that I would never see her again." I stopped. I was trying not think about her, about how close she was.

"But then you saw here this morning at the train station when I went to pick you up." Teresa said softly. "When we passed that one girl, you appeared to get all tense. That was when I 'saw' her for the first time."

My eyes shot open. Teresa was not known to get visions of someone unless she already knew them. To hear that she saw one of Anya before meeting her was…weird. "Then? What did you see?"

Teresa closed her eyes, trying to remember what she 'saw'. "I 'saw' you standing beside her. You turned to her and kissed her, wrapping your arms around her. Then she wrapped her arms around you." She opened her eyes and looked at me. "I don't usually see things about people until I meet them. But that vision was so clear."

"It appears that our abilities have different affects on her. You can see her clearly without even meeting her, or getting to know her mindset. And I can't read her too well."

Teresa stood up. "You can't read her?" I chuckled softly. I was finding enjoyment from everyone's reaction when I told them I couldn't read someone. "No wonder you find her so interesting."

"I didn't say I can't read her. I said I can't read her well. If I want to read her, I have to block everyone else around her out. And then concentrate really hard."

Before I knew it, before I was able to 'read' what she was going to do, Teresa wrapped her arms around me, startling me. "I am so sorry it hurts you."

I wrapped my arms around her. She was the first to be understanding about the whole thing. "Thanks Tess."

She giggled in my embrace and looked up at me, a grin on her lips. "You should go out and hunt tonight, dear brother." She giggled again.

I looked down at her confused. What was she hiding? "Why?"

She giggled still, pulling from my embrace. "Trust me. You will see tomorrow. And you will thank me for it." With that she skipped out of the room, closing the door behind her. No matter how hard I tried, I could not see into her mind. I could not see the reason why she told me I should go and hunt. She was an evil little person.

I sighed. If she said that I should and that I would be thanking her, then I had better listen. I bolted out the window into the yard, letting the wind hit my face as I let my instincts take control. This was when I truly felt free.

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