Authors Note: Ok, so I guess you can see how this is going to work. Some people think that my spelling isn't the greatest, and I know this. Well, I've been thinking that I need someone to help me out with that. I have friend, who I am going to ask if she wants to help me correct it (She won the spelling bee around here every year since, like 3rd grade) but if she desides she doesn't want to, I'll be looking for someone. If you're willing to correct my grammar(And read the chapter before anyone else!) email me at I know girl's can't become werewolves, but, I desided to tweek it a little bit. Why shouldn't girls be able to change into them? Even if I deside Des can't change into one, she'll still have the perks of being one. (Sence of smell, ect)

On with the story! And, just to make it a bit more interisting, let's have someone other than Bella narrarate this chapter. Like, maybe...Desiree?

"I have to leave in a little bit, after I talk to your mother, " Uncle Emmett said.

"Alllllrrriiiiight. Do you want to talk to him alone?" Mommy nodded. "Can I stay in your room for the night?"

"Sure, babe."

As I waited for mommy to come up stairs, I rested my head on daddy's old pillow. After all those months of daddy watching me from Heaven, it still smelled like him. It felt like hours waiting up for mommy.

Then I saw something climp into her room. My first reaction would have been to scream bloody murder, but I didn't. Mommy's guest down stairs smelt a lot like the one in the room with me. He couldn't be that bad them, could he? I liked Uncle Emmett, he reminded me of Uncle Embry. Sort of.

Just like Uncle Emmett, the man infront of me stunk. Sort of like what my vomit smells like after I eat to much candy even though mommy told me to stop. But, he looked different. Uncle Emmett was friendly looking while this guy looked like he would love to cut me to pieces and feed me to something.

"Who are you?" I asked him. There was no sence in ignoring him. I knew he was here, he know I was here.

The man looked a little wierded out that I would ask him that. He was younger than Uncle Emmett, I could tell that. This man had reddish brown hair, sickly pale, (paler than me!) really dark amber colored eyes, and was sort of skinny. Much more skinny than daddy.

"Well, my name is Edward." That was kind of a funny name. Even funnier than Embry. One time I asked him about his name. He wasn't very happy about that.

"Nice to meetcha Mr. Edward, my name is Desiree." I watched him for awhile, trying to figure out what he wanted. "What are you doing in my mommy's room?" I didn't think daddy would like it very much if he knew that someone could easily climb into mommy's room. I knew I wouldn't.

"Well, I was hoping to take to her." He was lieing. I could tell that much. Right before daddy died he taught me how to tell if someone was lieing to me or mommy; it turns out a lot do, for some reason.

"Well, Mr. Edward, she'd downstairs talking to Uncle Emmmett."

He didn't like something that I said, that was for sure. He sort of tenced and asked me, "Uncle Emmett?"

"Yeah, mommy said that it was her brother. I never met him before though." He looked like he wasn't as uncomfortable any more.

"Well, Desiree, how long has he been here?" As he said that he sat at the end of the bed and made a face. It looked like he smelt something bad, too.

"A few hours, I was waiting for mommy to come to bed. I don't like being up here alone. But she wanted to talk to him by herself for a while." I kept on studying his face as I spoke. He didn't look happy. He looked unhealthy. "If you don't mind me asking you something, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just that someone I love seems to have moved on."

"Are you sure about that. If you love them, are you going to fight for them? Daddy had to. At least that's what my Uncle Sam says when he sees me."

"I'm not quite sure yet." He needed sleep, that was for sure. The bags under his eyes were horrible. "What happened to your...father?" He had a hard time spitting that word out. I'm not quite sure why he changed topic, though.

"Daddy? Oh, he died months ago. There was a mean vampire that wanted mommy and he killed her.Did you know, you smell somewhat like her? Except you aren't as bad."

He looked shocked. "A mean vampire?"

"Yep!" I grabbed Alice and pulled her as close as I could.

"Who's the doll?" He asked me.

I smiled. I liked talking about her as much as I could. "Her name is Alice. Daddy got her for me when I was four. One night when I tried to wake mommy up, she said the name Alice in her sleep. Ever since then my doll has been called that. It's a pretty name isn't it?" I looked at him.

"It's a very pretty name." He looked like he was choking. "She looks just like you."

"Thank you. Mommy likes her."

"Why don't you tell me about your mommy? How has she been doing?" Finally, there looked like there was some form of life in his eyes. I wondered why.

"Well, she's really pretty..."

"Yes, she is."

I giggled. "Well, she works as a waitress at a very fancy restaurant in a big town" I pointed east. "That way. When she's gone I stay with Aunt Emily." It was fun there. "At home mommy only bakes once in awhile. There, Aunt Emily bakes everyday, and she bakes everything you could ever want or imagine. All I had to do when I go there is help weed her garden, but I like to. It's fun!"

Mr. Edward just sat there and listened to me talk, even though he didn't look comfortable here. "Does mommy ever get lonely?"

"Always. She tries to hide it, but it's easy to tell. Why do want to know about mommy so much?" I was a very curious child. One of the perks of being an only child was that I could as mommy as many questions as I wanted and she didn't have to share her attention.

"Your mommy and I are great friends." He was lieing again. "At least we were. Once, long ago." He looked like he wanted to cry, but I had a feeling he couldn't.

"How old are you? You can't be as old as mommy."

"I'm around 25."

Again, he was lieing. If he wants anything to do with mommy, he needs to work on not lieing anymore. I'll make sure of it. "Sure you are." Then I yelled. "MOMMY! WHEN ARE YOU COMING UPSTAIRS?" The I looked at Mr. Edward. He looked like he was going to leave. "You don't have to go, I have a feeling she'll be sleeping downstairs with uncle Emmett."

"IT'LL BE AWHILE, LOVE!" Mommy yelled.

"See? So tell me a little bit about you. I've told you about me, mommy, my uncles and aunts, and daddy. You're turn"

"One more question then I'll answer anything you want to know. Who's your father?"

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