A/N: An update! Exams are basically over, so I decided to update… This is a filler (sorry)… I just need to get my chaotic thoughts in order before I move along with the story! As I've said before, if you have any advice, please don't hesitate to tell me! I might need it! So, enjoy, and please review!

The Past

Andrew's POV

Even as a mortal child I had had unusual abilities. I could ease someone's pain by laying a hand on their shoulder, and harm someone by a simple look. It made it hard to make friends, knowing that if I got angry they would feel true pain. I stayed away from people, speaking only to my family.

When my family got tickets to sail on the Titanic I refused to go. Why should I go? I would be trapped on the ship and my temper was all the more likely to flare.

"Andy, please go!" My sister, Miranda, had begged. I relented sullenly. I would go, but I wouldn't be happy. And then, a few days into the maiden voyage on the Unsinkable Ship, it hit an iceberg…. Miranda and I were wandering the prow of the ship when it hit. Mom and Dad were below deck and they didn't get out; they ended up drowning along with many other third class passengers. When the ship sank Miranda and I managed to hang onto a large door. I was near death when they came. Miranda was already dead, her lips blue and her grey eyes forever unseeing.

The vampires were swimming in the water, looking for humans with gifts.

"This one has a gift…" A girl, Jane, said.

"Is he alive?" Aro asked, excitement visible in his coal-black eyes. I felt a twinge of fear: after watching my sister die, and be unable to help it, all I wanted to do was join her quietly in death.

"Barely." The bored voice came from Marcus, a bland expression on his face as he treaded water.

"What is the gift?" Aro pressed, glancing at Eleazar.

A shocked expression crossed Eleazar's pale face. "The… The Look of Death…And the Healing Touch…" He said slowly, hesitantly, as if he didn't-couldn't-believe the words.

Jane snorted, her angelic face contorted with jealousy.

"Jane, dear, let's not get jealous!" Aro cooed. "We'll take him back to land and transform him, shall we?"

At this point the conversation became background noise as the world faded. I dimly remember being carried back to Italy, arriving there faster than I thought possible at the time. The pain of the vampire bite is but a blur in my memory. I don't think I felt any pain. But human memories are weak, and not as clear as vampire memories.

Life as a vampire… That was different. I refused to live with the Volturi, having, like Carlisle, a caring nature. I didn't want to cause anyone pain intentionally, and draining their body of blood for food repulsed me. So, I left. Aro hated to see me go, but after I killed a few members of his guards, he surrendered and let me leave. I exercised my powers with caution, and learned that they had limitations.

For example, I could heal a person that was dying, but if they were on the edge, if they walked Death's line, I was powerless to save them, be they mortal or immortal. I could kill a human with a single glare, but with vampires I could only kill the ones without special gifts.

I wandered alone for many years, using animal blood for sustenance. I found the Cullen's in the 1950's and we became close friends, close enough to be called family. I make it a point to meet up with them every now and then, to get the news and to catch up with them. I was ecstatic when Edward found his Bella… It made a nice change to the family. They were happy and whole, and Renesmee made them happier. But one question lingered: Where was my happy ending?

A/N: I thought you'd enjoy getting to know Andrew Hanover! Just background information, so you wouldn't get confused! So… Please review!