"What was I like back then?" Curiosity had gotten the better of me, I couldn't stop asking questions. This was quite possibly the only person who knew about my life as a human, she was an encyclopedia of my life, and I just had to know.
Angela dangled her foot into the stream, carelessly passing the day. It was day now, as far as I could tell. The green canopy prevented my skin from its diamond like appearance, but it seemed to gleam a little.
"Young, you were one of those idealists who thought they get live the American dream, that everyone was equal, and that everyone was kind. You were also an extreme mamma's boy." She flashed a gleaming smile my way.
"Did you ever meet my mom? I can almost remember her, not my father though." The tall, dark figure was still lurking in the corners of my groggy memories, refusing to show it clearly.
"Elizabeth. Elizabeth Masen. She was very protective of you, and stubborn." Angela frowned, "She never did like me much. She worked as a laundress, and you helped out with money, but you were both poor." Angela bit her lip, "I don't know about your father."
It felt good to know; pieces of my past were showing up like a jigsaw puzzle. I thought of my mother more clearly, piecing together what Carlisle and Angela were now saying, and I saw her green eyes, her gaunt face, and her stooping over a large vat of steaming water. I immediately felt guilty, why wasn't I helping her? She was too old to work so hard…but then my mind shifted back to the present.
Angela stood and looked at her watch, "Dorsai is late, again." I heard a buzzing sound behind me, and recognized it to be the sound of a vampire running full speed. A second later, maybe less, a tall woman halted to a stop a few yards in front of me.
"I was hunting." Dorsai shrugged, to excuse her lateness. She was dressed peculiarly in animal skins, what must be jaguar and panther. Her skin was pale, but with a sallow tint to it, and her eyes were a light brown; almost amber color.
"Edward, this is Dorsai, the only vampire I can reasonably call my friend. Now I have to tell you the real reason I found you, see, when we were erm-engaged," Angela swallowed at the word, looking awkward, "I gave something to your mother I probably…no, really shouldn't of. And I didn't want to be assaulted or killed trying to risk getting it back, nor do I know where it could possibly be-so, I really, really, really need your help getting at it."
Dorsai peered at me for a few seconds, "What if he can't remember?" Her accent sounded African almost.
"What do you need?" If this was really why she was here, why didn't she just ask before?
"Let's just say if I don't get it, the Volturi will very quickly be making a return trip to wherever I am, and you could possibly be jeopardized."