A/N: Okay, a lot of you are asking what happened to the babies being Jacob's. I never said they would be. And in the summary, it says Bella becomes pregnant. But, what happens when someone threatens the lives of the babies and Bella? Who is this person? And will the Cullens be able to stop him? So, don't go jumping to conclusions yet. I will admit, I thought about the babies being Jacob's. But then I decided to stick with my original plot. And trust me; this plot will be a lot better then the kids being Jacob's. It has a great twist.

And as for Jacob's sent being on Bella, I'll get to that, I promise. Just give me time to run through this all. It will all make much more sense when the story gets going.

Now, on with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. (No matter how much I wish….)

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Chapter Six

Fifteen Years Later

Elizabeth's POV

I was reading my most favorite book, Shattered Mirror by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes (A/N: That's a real book by the way, very good. Go to my profile to learn more.)

I loved her work. It was about a different kind of vampire, way different then my family. Speaking of family, I wondered where my brother went. He was right next to me.

Then two hands covered my eyes, cutting me off right in the middle of my book.

"Anthony," I hissed, "You know better then to do that."

He laughed. "I know. I just love teasing you."

"Ha ha. Very funny. Stop doing that!"

"Alright, touchy." He plopped down next to me; reading over my shoulder. We've both read this book millions of times before but it never got boring.

We stayed silent for awhile before we heard the cars pull up. My and Dad were home, finally. They went hunting with Uncle Emmett and Auntie Alice.

I looked at Anthony and he nodding. I dropped my book and he and I ran out the door and tackled them to the ground. Uncle Emmett laughed at Dad's face and Auntie Alice was doubling over from laughing so much.

"Wow. That was some welcome." Dad said, picking himself up with me still wrapped around his waist.

"You're telling me." Mom answered him, trying to pry Anthony off.

Anthony and I laughed, letting him go.

"How were you two while we were away?"

"We were good." I answered. "I promise."

Mom and Dad sighed in unison. "What did you do?"

"Nothing! …..It was Anthony." I said, pointing.

Anthony hung his head and looked at the ground. He knew they would find out sooner or later.

"What did you do?" asked Mom.

"Some guy was hitting on Liz, at the park. So, I kind of…hit him."

"Was that all?" Dad asked.

Anthony shook his head. "No, after that, he made some other comments about her and then I….sent him to the….hospital…"

"Anthony!" exclaimed Mom. "Why?!"

"Because he wasn't going to leave her alone! I heard his thoughts!"

"In the house, we don't need to be talking about it here." Dad said, looking at Anthony. Dad knew that if it was Mom, he would have done the same thing. Anthony did too, and that's why he wouldn't get in trouble. Just a talking too.

We all went in to the house, I went straight back to my book, but listening to the talk they were giving my brother.

"You shouldn't do stuff like that, Anthony. You could get in to serious trouble and Grandpa won't be able to help you out." Mom said, shaking her finger at him. I tried not to laugh. I loved it when Mom tried to be stern with us. She never did it well.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Anthony said, looking at me. He knew what I was thinking.

That was one of our powers; we could always tell what the other's thinking. Along with everybody else we came in contact with. I guess you could say we got that from Dad. Mom kind of hated it. We would always have secret conversions with each other and she would have no idea what was going on.

My powers included mind reading, moving objects, future visions, and seeing ghosts. The last one no one knew where it came from. I was just able to do it; and it annoyed me a lot. Everywhere I go, all I see are ghosts. Like the one next to me right now….

Anthony has powers too. His included mind reading, fading in and out, you know, where their there one minute and the next their form is all fuzzy then disappears, and last but not least, making things appear out of nowhere.

Our powers kept our lives interesting, messing with our class mates and even our family. When were together, we have enormous powers. The fact we can read each other's minds comes in handy a lot.

Mom and Dad finally stopped lecturing Anthony and let him go. He came and sat down next to me. Dad looked at us, trying to figure out what we were thinking. That's something we got from our mom, he can't read our minds, just like he can't read hers.

I smiled. "It's nothing, Dad. I promise."

He smiled and nodded his head.

Auntie Rose and Uncle Jasper came in to the room then, embracing their husband and wife. I smiled, I liked how my family was, always fell of love and happiness.

"Where's Carlisle?" asked Auntie Alice.

"He's at work, and Esme went shopping to get the kids something to eat." answered Auntie Rose.

I heard a snap coming from the stairway and looked up. It was another ghost of mine, and he didn't look happy.

"What's your problem?" I asked him.

My family looked at me, then followed my glare towards the stairs. They never thought I was crazy, they knew what I could do.

The ghost didn't say anything, just glared.

"Are you gonna stand there or tell me what you want? I hate it when you guys just stare at me."

That was a stupid mistake; because then he moved forward, making the pictures on the wall shake. He went over to one of the pictures, picked it up and threw it at me. I went to duck but Anthony caught it.

"I wish they would stop that." he said, putting on the table.

The ghost fumed, walking over to me and pulled my hair roughly. I yelped, dropping my book. He threw me on the ground and kicked me, sending me flying to the other side of the room. I crashed in to the wall and held my head. I would have a nice bump on it for awhile. Thank goodness I was clumsy. The ghost came over to me and scratched me, leaving four long rows of cuts on my arms.

I heard my Mom scream and my Dad running to me. I was up in his arms before the ghost could do anything more. He glared at my father and went to attack him.

"Try it. I dare you." I hissed at him, making sure there was venom in my voice.

The ghost looked at me, then disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relieve. I was glad this attack was over. But when was the next one?

Dad took me over to the couch and laid me down. Auntie Alice came with a ice pack for my head and some bandages for my arms. She placed the ice pack on my head gently, but I still winced. Then she round the bandages around my arms, making sure to clean the cuts before she did.

I sighed; I hated it when it was like this. I hated it when the ghosts decided it was a good idea to place hockey with me.

I looked over to my brother, his eyes were black. He was angry. I nodded towards him and he ran upstairs.

Mom came over to me and placed a cold hand on my forehead. "What did he look like, Honey?"

"He was wearing old clothes. Ones form the 1800's. He had brown hair and blue eyes." I answered, not bothering to tell her he was the one that I always saw following Uncle Jasper.

Anthony came back from upstairs and handed me my rosary. I put it around my neck and held the cross between my fingers. I wasn't super religious, but the rosary and crosses helped the bad ghosts from coming to close to me. And it really helped with demons.

Auntie Rose took the picture from the table and looked at it. It was the one with the whole family. We were trying to crowd in front of the camera, we were happy and all smiles in that picture. That's what made his mad. He hated happy families.

She went and hung it back up on the wall. "Why that one?" she asked me.

"He hates happy families."

She snorted. "Figures."

Grandma walked through the door then. She looked at me on the couch, ice pack and all. She gasped and dropped the groceries. She ran to my side and looked me over.

"What happened?"

"I was attacked again. No big deal."

She shook her head, and sighed.

"It is a big deal. This is the third time this week."

"I know." I hissed.

Anthony was standing away from me, something he only did when he didn't want the full impact of my pain. That was another thing we shared; we could feel each other's feelings. Pain being the top one.

I held up a finger, motioning him to come. He obeyed and sat on the ground next to me. I placed my hand on his shoulder, trying to make him feel better.

"Just sleep." he said. He looked at me, his eyes filled with worry. "You need sleep after that. You didn't hit your head hard enough for a concussion. Just sleep." He really was worried.

I nodded, closing my eyes. I slowly drifted in to sleep, hearing Anthony hum a song he wrote for me when we were younger.

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Okay, chapter six it now down. I want you all to know that I will be going back and forth from Elizabeth's (also known as Liz, or Lizzy) POV and Anthony's POV. I may go back to Bella's. I don't know yet.

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