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So the full summary wouldn't fit; so here's the full one: Edward Cullen has been wandering the world for over a millennium, with his coven of vampires. Edward has a secret though-he's the creator of all vampires. He's cold, ruthless, and nobody can stop him. Until he stumbles upon a little human girl with brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. With one look into her eyes, she has him wrapped around her tiny finger, and he knows why-she is his mate.

Chapter Seven: Charlie Swan.

I drove to the Cullen's household following the speed limit. My angel was softly humming Clair De Lune by Debussy to herself while looking outside. I glanced in the mirror to see Charlie Swan following me in a rusted, beat up, old, red truck.

Charlie knew that my Bella was his daughter; he could tell from first glance. It was quite remarkable how much she looked like him. Now how to convince him that though she is his daughter that she belongs with me, and I suppose by extension the Cullen "family". I refuse to have her separated from me. I don't want that, and I refuse to let that happen. My angel belongs with me, she will stay with me.

I suppose I could say that she has no idea who he is. I could use a little mind control, however I don't like using it when unnecessary, I would rather him come to it on his own. I like the idea of saying that she has no idea who he is. That she had no idea she even had a father, so it would be ludicrous to take a child away from the only home they've known.

"Edward who was that man?" my sweet darling little angel asked. I gave a quick glance to her as I turned up the drive to the Cullen house.

"He's a good man, Bella. He just wants to get to know you. His name is Charles Swan, you should address him by Mr. Swan or sir when he introduces himself." I reminded her of her manners.

"Of course, Edward, but why would he want to get to know me?" I gave a sort of grimace at her question. Of course my Bella would ask the only question I didn't want to her to ask. I didn't want to lie to her, and I didn't want her to know the truth quite yet. At least not the full truth, I didn't want her to be fully angry at me.

I decided to distract her instead of answering her directly, "Who wouldn't want to get to know you, little one? You are absolutely amazing! Now, how about when we get home you practice your piano? Practice makes perfect you know." I teased.

"Okay. I think I'm getting better at playing Clair De Lune! I've practically mastered it!" She gushed, and I smiled.

"Now, now, what have we said about getting a big head?" I teased.

"That it's wrong, and I shouldn't gloat, mainly because you're better." I smiled at the compliment.

"Exactly," I pulled the car to a stop in front of the house, "now go put the groceries away and find Esme."

"Yes, Edward!" Bella ran and did as I told her to. I turned to see Charlie getting out of his truck; I waited for him to come to me.

"Edward. What am I doing here?" I raised my eyebrows, he was being extraordinarily rude. Though given the circumstances I could forgive him.

"You are here for answers, correct?"

"Well…yes…but—"

I interrupted him, "No, buts, you will get your answers, and then you will leave. Follow me." I turned and walked at a human pace back to the house.

(Authors Note: Remember Edward is the creator of vampires and has more than one gift. Here he can tell someone something through their mind without having another person here them.) As I entered the house I called out to Carlisle and Esme in a mental voice Carlisle. Esme. Charles Swan is here, he is Isabella's father. When I call for you, you need to come and remain calm. He may try to take Isabella away. That will not happen. See you shortly.

I heard Charlie behind me, "Edward, I think I should discuss whatever it is I am here to talk about with your parents." I let out a small growl, too soft for Charlie to hear, I would be present for this conversation.

I turned to him, "Charlie you will get your answers, however you will get them from me. My "parents" may be present for this conversation," in a louder voice I said, "Esme, Carlisle could you come here for a moment." Esme and Carlisle walked into the hallway looking as calm as ever. I nodded towards the den, where we would be having the conversation. In the den were hundreds of pictures of the "family", mainly of my Bella. I'm hoping Charlie will come to his own conclusion that my darling is happy here, and that it would be a bad idea for her to be taken from us. We sat on the couches, Esme and Carlisle taking the loveseat, Charlie taking the armchair, and me by myself on the couch.

"Charlie these are my...parents Carlisle and Esme Cullen. Carlisle, Esme, this is Charles Swan."

"How do you do Mr. Swan?" Esme, ever the polite one and all Carlisle did was nod pleasantly.

"Well alright up until the fact that I saw my daughter in the grocery store with your son." Charlie hissed. Oh, so he's getting to the point, I do so enjoy that. I glanced at Esme and Carlisle, they didn't even look fazed. Good.

"What questions do you have Mr. Swan?" Carlisle asked.

"What! What questions! What questions do I! What questions do you think I have!" ah righteous indignation. He needs to control his temper. I tuned into his thoughts. What thoughts does he think I have! My daughter that has been missing for who knows how long has been living with these…these…these kidnappers for who knows how long! I want my daughter back where she belongs!

It was my turn, "Mr. Swan I think I should answer that. Five years ago I found Bella out in front of her house, to thin, hungry, and badly neglected. Her mother Renee Higgonbottom came outside as soon as she saw me talking to Bella. In a nut shell she admitted she was a bad mother and that she wanted Bella to go to a good foster home. Social services came and my family took her in. She has been here ever since. Bella has no memory of ever living with Renee, thank god, and she has been told she doesn't have a father."

I tuned into his thoughts once again. Renee. Of course this was all Renee's fault. If only she had just called me! It's not like she didn't know where I lived. Of course, she probably didn't remember where I lived or my phone number, but still! If she knew she couldn't handle Bella then she should have let me raise Bella instead. Now I'll have to tell this nice family that they can't keep Bella. That Bella belongs with her birth family, well the only decent birth family she has left. Me. I softly growled at Charlie's thoughts. There was not a force on this Earth that would take my angel away from me, and if this man thought he could then he was sadly mistaken because that just wasn't going to happen.

Charlie began to speak, "Now I know, Bella probably thinks the world of you. Judging by these pictures, she sure does love it here. However, Bella needs to be with family, and sees how I'm her only birth family left, that'd be me. 'sides I've a lot of years to make up for. Twelve years to make up for, and I can't do that living here." I almost grinned at his words. Charlie doesn't yet know it, but he just gave me the opening I needed.

"Charlie that just can't happen, and you said it yourself. Bella needs to be with family, and we're her family now. Bella has a lot of heart, and I'm sure she won't hesitate to let you in, but don't take her away from us. She calls Carlisle dad, and Esme mom. What is she going to think when you waltz in and say I'm your father you are coming with me," I held up my hand to halt the flow of protests before Charlie could say a word, "Now I know you probably won't say it exactly like that, but won't that be the gist of it? Bella has a nice stable home here, and I'm not saying that you home wouldn't be stable enough for her, but she doesn't know you. Whether you are her father by blood or not. Carlisle has been the one to put band aids on her scraped knees when she fell of her bike. Esme has been the one to play with her, and teach her. Mr. Swan, we've known Bella for five years, and you don't really know her at all."

Charlie was turning purple by the time I was finished, "Then how do you propose I get to know my daughter?"

"Visit of course, learn from her, but don't take her away from the only family she truly remembers. I promise you, Mr. Swan, if you do that she'll only resent you for the rest of your life."

Charlie slowly returned to his natural color, "Yes, yes I do suppose your right."

I nodded approvingly, "Yes, now how about you meet your daughter Charlie."

I called Bella in, "Bella could you come in here for a few minutes there's someone I want you to meet."

Bella darted in, "Who is it, Edward?"

I stood up and held my hand out to her, when she grabbed it, with my other hand I motioned to Charlie, "Bella this is Charles Swan. Mr. Swan, this is Bella."

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