Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight Stephenie Meyer does, however I do own any original concepts which arise in this. I do not own Brie Gwin De Luca however; she belongs to my close friend, and the incredible, frostfur72, and so give her all credit please guys!

A/N: Here we are with Chapter 4! Sorry that it's been so long guys; school has recently kicked back into action and I'm doing exams, so my posts might, and probably won't be as fluent as they have been. So, here we are, expressing ourselves in Chapter 4! Basically you get a little more insight into the Fuller Family, as well as new drug Quincy has managed to develop, and the upcoming situation which might throw everything off track! Rhett's musing on what to do regarding Nora's 'new human friend', as well as contemplating his own loneliness being the only single family member. Poor Rhett, if only there was someone waiting for you out there! Oh wait…There is! Yay! Well, we finally meet the families 'mum' figure, as well as why the Cullens will be visiting the Fullers. You're going to be seeing more OCs in the upcoming chapters, but they won't all be key to the plot, don't you worry.

Avoiding Nora proved easier than I originally feared, with the help of Leon of course; based off the one, burningly cold look she gave me at lunch, I could tell I was in for one of her famous lectures. One snarky comment over a lunch table and she decides I'm in for a telling off. Sometimes she makes me question who the real mum in our family is. Okay, so what, I was rude to one of her human friends! I apologized, walked the girl to History and even sat next to her for an entire hour, and…Actually enjoyed her company. Although my attitude towards them may seem unkind, I don't hate humans; I may strongly dislike some, possibly even most of them, but I've never truly hated a human. None of them have really left enough impact on my life enough for me to hate them. But, on the odd occasion, like this one, I have liked one.

Maybe there was just something so endearing about how strangely nice, in a somewhat awkward manner, she was. I blamed her somewhat awkward social interactions with me based upon the fact pretty much all of the nineteen other students kept casting me and her glances during the various points in the lesson. One girl, an Amelia Fischer, kept turning round in her seat two rows in front of us, staring with her large, cleary blue eyes that reminded me of a goldfishes'. It was lucky for her that she was neither pale skinned, neither had red hair, or I might've wondered if she was actually some strange form of werefish. Her hair was a beige brown, the colour of fudge I'd say, and she had tanned, russet skin like someone from Native American origins; although her constant staring was beginning to annoy me. She had a cousin who was also in our year, an Erik Fischer who'd been in my Gym class, and looked almost disturbingly similar to her only he stood at about 5'4" and his eyes were a dark brown, darker than his hair the colour of fudge. The only upside to him was he hadn't constantly stared at me for the hours lesson, unlike she felt obliged to. After giving us a stare, one of which managed to last well over two minutes, she'd always turn back to her partner next to her, a girl whose name I didn't know but had one of the most precise, tightest, blondest French plats I'd ever seen, and they'd gossip.

With hearing like mine, I naturally picked up the entire of their drab, meaningless conversation, and it was typically shallow high school girl talk which soured my mood a little more for that afternoon. They basically chit-chatted about the possibilities of what my relationship with Nelle Hillon was like and they wondered if we were already going out after an hour of knowing each other. If I concentrate hard enough, I think the blonde haired girl's name was Lizzy, but that wasn't what particularly interested me; it was more their opinions of myself, my family and Nelle which caught my attention. They thought that me, Damon and Leon were unspeakably 'hot', aka attractive, and that they deeply envied Nora, but especially Brie on a much larger, more embittered scale, and they thought Nelle was a little odd. They thought it was strange the way she was friends with both the mayor's son, Isaac William, and best friends with the sheriff's daughter, Vanessa Hooper, but more importantly that someone as 'gorgeous' as me had paid attention to her. Both girls, especially Amelia, thought she was plain, awkward and more importantly, not the thinnest girl in school, so couldn't understand why I'd become friends with her.

What annoyed me the most was the way they automatically assumed we'd achieved friendship status. Just because two people sit together and get along, does not automatically equal friendship, they're what you may call friendly acquaintances. Nelle was nice enough, and my sister and she were definitely friends seeing as Nora had seen it as necessary to invite her over on Sunday, but I would not call Nelle Hillon my friend under any circumstances at the time. Friendships take at least a couple of days to build; spending about two hours together, in school mind you, does not equal the friendship status in my mind. But Amelia Fischer and her friend, Lizzy, or whatever her true name was, weren't the real annoyance History class bought me that day. It was someone entirely different.

Despite my age, I still found it unbelievable that people would actually still name their children things such as Gladys; however my sympathy for the girl ended there. The first thing that hit me when I entered the classroom was a worryingly strong, pungent, disgusting stench; the overpowering, overbearing aroma of wet dog hit me directly in the face I walked into the room, and I was immediately able to trace the scent to the very back of the classroom, where a cluster of them sat, all slightly hunched over but unmistakably glowering. Directly at me. They were all pretty much clones of one another; tall, with pale skin, not as pale as Nelle's but close enough, with blonde hair although it was more cream than blonde, and the strangest eyes I'd ever seen. A yellowish colour, not golden like ours, but strange still; and this is Rhett Fuller, a vampire, calling someone else strange. But I knew which one was the leader of sorts, a girl of about 5'11" height, with a long, lean body and lacking chest area; her face was sharp and angular, with a point to the end of both her jaw and nose, and one of the most seething glowers I'd ever seen on someone of her age. I would later discover her name was Gladys Webster, but at the time I didn't particularly care about her name.

Over the years, I had managed to get along better with the shape shifting community, with an extra help from our cousins the Cullen's, but tolerance needs to go both ways, and I could tell the group of about five members hunched at the back of the classroom were not the tolerant type. Something told me they'd lived in this town, or at least some of them had, for a long time and had marked it as 'their territory'. Having a bunch of vampires appear on the scene would very much rock the status quo they'd gotten accustomed to over the years. My nostrils inevitably flared and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from gagging at the stench they were creating, but no doubtedly, I was having the exact same effect on them. I couldn't help but feel Gladys Webster's eyes boring into me as I walked over to my seat and took my place next to Nelle, but the uncomfortableness of the situation made me find it hard to concentrate for the remainder of the lesson. Only listening to Amelia Fischer and her blonde friend gossip, as well as talking to Nelle about what life was like in our former town of New Hampshire, distracted me from the sheer rudeness of Webster and her siblings. I mean, if you're going to stare practically unblinkingly at someone, at least have the decency to not let them know you're doing it.

The Webster girl and her presumable brothers, sisters, cousins or a mixture of all three almost made me forget totally about what Nora would be presenting me with the second I entered her car. Her lecture could span on for days, maybe even weeks, and if it was even worse, she'd end up mentioning it months later and constantly remind me of the fact of how rude I'd been to one of her human friends. Nelle was practically the only thing distracting me from my numerous issues, but I knew the shape shifters were the bigger problem out of the two. I knew they'd have some form of prejudice and issue towards us, even if it hadn't surfaced properly yet. Part of me wanted to ask Alice when she arrived if she could possibly see if we'd get into any form of confrontation but that would only have a more negative impact than it would good. The Webster shape shifters would have to decide what move to make, but I decided till then, keeping their existence to myself might be for the best.

Naturally though, I wasn't the only one who'd noticed the strange, unpleasant smell hanging around the girl I knew simply as Gladys Webster. Perhaps it was lucky that only Leon had really noticed it though, seeing as he was the one who owned a motorbike, the exact thing I needed in order to get home without Nora giving me her twelve hour lecture on manners and my lacking of them. Maybe it was because he was the youngest member of our family, only being eleven years old in vampire years, being turned in 2002. Maybe it was the fact that he was also the only one of us who'd been able to keep in contact with his human family afterwards; due to his biological father's job working with a company which specially helped vampires conceal their identities from the rest of the world, they were allowed to know of our existence. Some people may have argued this was unfair on some whose families could never see them once more, but I begged to differ. Leon had had a very troubled upbringing, and by "troubled", I do not mean abused, I mean relating towards his gift.

Leon's ability to produce electrical currents, physical, not mental like my other cousin, Kate's from Denali in Alaska; had ended up with him committing manslaughter at just the age of five. He'd accidentally stopped his female best friend, Tara's heart upon contact through a massive electrical shock which he couldn't control, and it'd shaken him for many years, although her death sadly wouldn't be the last. Leon ended up killing numerous bullies who picked on him whenever he lost his temper with them and caused several mass blackouts whenever at a high emotional state when he was younger, leading for him to become incredibly shut in and pessimistic towards other's. I'd suspected Brie was the first person, not including his best friend Daron Hernandez, who'd managed to successfully break through that outer shell he'd carefully constructed for the self-preservation of not just himself, but of everyone around him. I still had no idea how Brie had talked him into their second wedding because he hated everyone's eyes on him.

That was the reason our cousins' from both sides, the Cullen's and Denali's, would be visiting us in North West. A wedding. Brie and Leon's to be more precise. Having a second wedding seemed a waste of time in my opinion, but Brie had been planning this for so long-aka a year, if we called it off now she'd go crazy and have yet another temper tantrum regarding towards all the subject of us "spoiling her wedding". We'd had to call off her previous planned out one because we were moving to Northwest at the time, and although she'd reacted surprisingly mature in the sense of her precious wedding plans being scarpered, I knew if one of us dared oppose her important planning, she'd be furious and her response wouldn't be the most mature of the ones she could possibly choose from. It helped that Leon was physically stronger than her, because her temper tantrum had the potential to cause a lot of circumstantial damage to our newly built home. But it also helped she and Leon weren't going all Romeo & Juliet re-enactment in front of the rest of the school, and helped even more that this year they were posing a year apart from one another in age, so she was still in Art, whilst he'd already gotten out.

"You reek," Leon scoffed as I approached him, his nose crinkling in disgust at the smell of animal my body was holding about itself. "I still can't believe Daron's stench didn't bother me as a human, it's all so potent now." I couldn't believe it myself; it was so odd that they'd been friends for all those years, and still continued being friends now, even though they both probably smelt appalling towards each other. "And they kept giving you evils too?" Part of me is surprised Leon isn't a mind reader with the amount of accuracy his guesses make. I could simply nod at him and he leaned back against his carefully polished, pristine bike which he loved almost as much as Brie. "Let's just lay low, act normal, be practical and not…"

"I need your bike, Leon." I interrupted him sharply and his liquid golden eyes bored into my own, blonde eyebrows raising in surprise, his face showing mixed signals of confusion, shock, but most of all, curiosity. Leon's always been a big one for questions and answers, in his own words siting how he believed 'knowledge was power', and part of me agreed. But it didn't mean he couldn't be one of the more arrogant vampires you could ever come across. "Look, Nora is going to blow out at me big time for being rude towards her precious new human friend, Nelle Hillon. PLEASE," I practically begged him. "Just this once Leon, promise I'll never borrow it ever again, and I won't crash it or wreck it or something! Just let me borrow it for today and I'll be eternally grateful!"

Leon's handsome face fashioned itself into a smile and he cocked his head to the side, eyes glittering slightly, face a shining example of cold, intelligent attractiveness which so many women were drawn to. He stuck his hand into his pocket, pulling out a shiny, silver key which jangled in front of his face, sending tiny patches of light bouncing against his ivory coloured skin and held them out to me in his slightly weathered hand, the pair of the keys resting gently against the freezing temperature of his skin. "Take the bike and treat it like it's your child," he said harshly, his smile disappearing immediately, replaced by a stonewall of seriousness. "Treat my fucking bike like how you'll treat your mate when you find him or her." Something about Leon unnerved me when he turned on that serious look and his entire body language seemed to dip to a frighteningly opposite turn. The second I took the keys however, that business like smile returned and he stepped to the side, letting me get a good look at his magnificent bike. "By the way, Brie forgot to mention, the Roses' are coming to our second wedding too." I felt my eyes widen slightly at that, and quickly forced myself to blink again, fitting in with my human façade.

The Rose Coven are yet another branch of our adoptive family, although we barely saw them as much as we saw the Cullen's' and the Denali's. English born and bred, like myself, although they'd stayed over there, preferring the familiar atmosphere of the United Kingdom. Currently they were living on the Isle of White, enjoying living near the sea. The Roses' coven was slightly larger than ours, with eight members unlike our seven, but smaller than the Cullens'. Their head was Kathleen Mews, a milkmaid who'd turned her own son, Dominic during the smallpox epidemic during the 17th century; she'd learned to control herself in an amazing amount of time whilst facing human blood, only taking six months to survive on animal blood. Her family sometimes alternate however, using Dominic's ability to sense someone with a 'blackened aura' to hunt only the worst human beings known to man. Seven years after turning Dominic, Kathleen, along with her son, met the newborn vampire Antony Rose, and the two became mates, forming their coven. Eventually, they were joined by Dominic's mate, Aurora Higgins, and two more vampire couples; Cesar and Violetta Vestra, as well as Warren and Carolyn Hines. I knew I'd enjoy seeing them when I did, because I got along with all of them. Maybe because we were all English we bonded better?

"Anyone else I should know of whose attending?" I asked him, knowing he was going to provide me with yet another name I recognized but hadn't seen in a while. This was confirmed by his nod.

"Yep! You'll never guess who might finally be returning home!"

"Who?" I asked him politely.

"Daniel and Maisha." I felt myself gawp in what seemed like several centuries, and I knew that was true. Leon's hushed, slightly teasing town coupled with my reaction made him smirk smugly and he rested his arms behind his head, grinning superiorly. Part of me was more surprised they'd even considered giving up their peaceful life in the Highlands of Scotland to return to Daniel's original adoptive family and their impending chaos warrant; but once thinking about, I knew they'd have returned soon enough, without a doubt. Daniel Cullen is the Cullen families' second adoptive son figure, being turned by Esme shortly after Carlisle turned Edward; although he often has a habit of disappearing off back to Scotland every once in a while to see how his brother, Andrew's children and their descendants are getting on, posing as a friendly acquaintance and becoming closer to them just by becoming a close family friend who understood them. Daniel was born Daniel Lockhart to Scottish farmers on the 6th of October, 1905, a year after his brother Andrew. One day, whilst tending sheep aged nineteen years old, he was attacked by a wolf which had escaped from a nearby circus and almost died because of it. Esme told me she, Carlisle and Edward had been visiting Scotland to, ironically, see them same circus which supposedly had the wolf 'safely contained' and they'd smelt the blood from the attack, due to the Lockhart farm being in a close premise. She was the one who found Daniel and had managed to control her bloodlust, instead turning him to add to the family.

Daniel's wife, Maisha Cullen, nee Tillman, was born and raised in Philadelphia in the 1940's, and aged eighteen already had a seemingly promising career in the journalism field. In 1961, Maisha met Daniel whilst the Cullens had set up shop there and fell in love with him, likewise with him and her, even accepting him being a vampire when he finally told her, and he decided to turn her as a form of pure love for her accepting nature. Maisha and Daniel would often travel around various places in Europe, with Daniel's ability of retrocognition-the opposite of Alice's precognition, due to his ability to instead look directly into the past, meant he knew which places were the best for the Cullens to stay, often making the best decisions relating towards wherever they chose to live. It was probably his absence since 2004 which resulted in the Cullens meeting the Black and Uley packs' in Forks, Washington, because if he'd been there, he would've seen that Forks was shapeshifter territory. Daniel's speculated his ability comes from his impeccable memory since childhood, never forgetting anything, which extended into retrocognition upon him becoming a vampire.

"When are they arriving…"

"Already here," he cut me off, grinning even more intensely. "By the way, Brie's gonna be here soon, she just went to tell Nelle of our special day on Sunday so she turns up in the correct attire," he nodded towards the direction where she must've been. I swear those two have a psychic connection or something along those lines to know where one another are constantly. "But back to Dan and Maisha," he gestured with his right hand loosely. "They arrived around 2 this afternoon; Quincy sent me a text, saying they've got the spare room in the attic and that they probably aren't gonna head out much apart from hunting, as so they don't attract suspicion from the locals. I mean, a bunch of attractive, youngish people all whom know each other showing up for a wedding of two apparent teenagers never looks normal, so they've all promised not to try socializing too much and only head out to the big cities if they want to do shopping or something. Knowing Brie, Rosalie, Alice, Nora, Maisha and Carolyn, that will be for most of the week. Good job Bella's got Violetta and Aurora to keep her company, not to mention her adorable daughter." He laughed slightly, but there was a bitterness to it, and he looked slightly miserable behind the cheerful façade he was presenting not just myself, but himself too. Brie and Rosalie had always bonded over the concept of children, so when Renesmee was born, Brie had a similar reaction to Rose, pampering the little girl with affection and attention. So when Quincy announced he was attempting to study vampire genes so we could conceive children, she'd readily accepted to be his first test subject once it was complete, and she'd been waiting ever since.

"How's the drug going?" I asked him quietly. Leon had been asking a lot of questions regarding the experiment ever since the idea had been conceived, and was probably the second most up to date member of our family, with only Brie asking even more.

"Well," he smiled, and to my relief, this one was genuine. "Quincy says the genes he took from Renesmee, Bella and Edward are responding well to the tests he's been doing on them. He reckons that if he can temporarily find a way to make the female vampire sex organs become active again; she'll be able to carry the child for nine months, acting practically human. The drug will apparently be ready for testing by Saturday," my eyes widened again and I stared. Quincy, aka dad, had only been working on the drugs for the past eighteen months, and even for him he'd made short work of something so revolutionary. He'd been incredibly intelligent as a human, and his almost inhuman intelligence made him a superhuman, or should that be vampire, genius as a vampire; but this was incredible even for him and I smiled after thinking that over. "Yeah, that fast," Leon nodded. "I haven't told Brie yet, want it to be a surprise, y'know?"

"Obviously," I smiled at him. "How do we know that the drug has worked then?"

"The baby will grow fast, just as it did with Bella, only taking a month to conceive. Although, unlike Bella, Quincy reckons Brie'll only be able to consume human food and function more like a human being, than a vampire. Because she's already a vampire, however, it's definite she'll survive because the injuries she might receive during the process of giving birth will immediately heal after the baby's been born. But we know it might not actually all work out, so I'm not getting my hopes up too high. All I'm praying is that it's going to work. Now," he said briskly and I took the keys off him. "Treat my bike with respect and I'll let you be godfather if the conception works, deal?"

"Deal." I managed to smile for what seemed like a long time.

Tree after tree had flown past me as I made my home, until they all swelled into a spiralling mess of ivy and rich brown colour combination. Part of me was wondering if riding Leon's beloved bike this fast was such a good idea, but I pushed that thought to the back of my mind; ignoring it the best I could. My mind was preoccupied with wonders of Daniel, Maisha and the possibility of gaining an adoptive niece or nephew if Quincy's new drug was successful. If it was it might also help out our cousins, the Cullens, regarding towards their spat with the Volturi, due to their willingness to donate DNA samples influencing the fluid motions of my adoptive father's work. The stares several students had given my adoptive siblings when they returned to Nora's car, the four of them so exotic and beautiful, were luckily higher than the ones they gave me when I chose to drive away on Leon's bike. On Monday I was definitely bringing my own car, the blue Ferrari Lettie had bought me last year for my unofficial birthday, just so I wouldn't be forced to listen to Nora bitching at me if I wasn't sociable enough on Sunday. I'd try, I told myself.

When I arrived back, I was lucky to realise that Nora had gone out shopping after seeing the absence of her car, although she drove much fast than I would, and I'd taken the much longer route. Probably scouting for more over-priced makeup and jewellery for Sunday's wedding, to match her already odd turquoise gown and lighter blue coloured wrap; which, combined with her coppery red hair, would make her look the spitting image of a smaller, younger, skinnier Fiona Volpe from James Bond. Or maybe that was the look Nora had intended to go for, and Damon was going to go as Bond himself. I was yet to see either Leon or Brie's impeccable outfits, and had a feeling Rosalie was going to be helping her with hair and makeup duties, although Brie was borderline a professional makeup artist herself. Years of doing practicing on not just herself, but Letitia-our adoptive mother, and Nora too, not to mention all of our vampire cousins; Kate, Tanya, Carmen, formerly Irina, Kathleen, Aurora, Carolyn, Violetta, Alice and Rosalie all made perfect guinea pigs for her makeup practices. And Bella was probably well aware that she was next in line, whether she liked it or not.

The white BMW parked in our driveway would've alerted me that Daniel and Maisha had arrived early if Leon hadn't pre-informed me of their arrival earlier this afternoon. It all looked squeaky clean and like Maisha had spent hours scrubbing down the various layers of dirt which coated the outside paintjob; sometimes I swear she had a phobia of dirt or something, with the sheer amount of vigour she apparently put into cleaning. Although she never apparently cooked human food, I doubted that knowing how much she enjoyed socialising with humans; she'd grown up to be an impeccable cleaner over her years as a human, which had extended further once she became a vampire. Some could even claim it was a 'gift' like my ability to manipulate light or Brie's shapeshifting, but it'd always been on joking terms.

Our home looked like an oversized woodsman's place, with large darkly coloured glass windows, although it had an overall expensive outer vibe about it. The double doors which led into the huge hallway, with several rooms extending off into the downstairs rooms, and a large grand staircase heading upwards towards the bedrooms and other rooms, made it look impeccably grand, much grander than it would've if the doors weren't so ancient and carved with imagery which depicted beasts such as lions and dragons, mouths opened wide, exposing row upon row of expertly carved wooden teeth, some even with tongues lolling out of their open mouths. Their beady brown eyed stare could be classed as eerie, but I found them interesting, and often studied them whenever I went back inside the house. Looking back at the driveway, I smiled slightly to myself, realising how full of cars it'd become over the following days. Not many of our family members travelled in "built for family cars", so the sheer amount we'd end up finding parked in front of our house would be almost overpowering in number. Like a battalion row of metal boxes ready to leap into a battle.

Meaningless chatter could be heard coming from the living room, being exchanged between Letitia and Maisha, meaning that Daniel was probably out hunting somewhere or being lead around the surrounding areas by Leon or Damon. Vampires often like surveying the area so they know what to mark as their own territory; it's a very primal factor of our species, but something you come to accept and live with. Besides, we're very big on honour, always avenging those we care for, so you could definitely call us honourable by some standards. My adoptive mother has always been one for socializing and politeness, so I knew what I was in for the second I entered the room, but it was to be suspected. I gently opened the door to the living room, exposing me to a room primordially made up of warm, rich, dark colours, mainly reds and purples for this room at least; making it seem incredibly relaxing the second you walked inside. My mother, Letitia, and Maisha Cullen were sitting on the crimson red coloured recliner located against the right hand wall, surrounded by the various bookcases, computers, and our fireplace, with the switched off television sitting patiently above it.

My adoptive mother, Letitia Fuller, sometimes known as Letitia wise, could never pull herself off as our biological mother, just as how our adoptive father could never pull himself off as our biological father. She has simply always just been too young looking. Aged just twenty-three when she was turned, she could never pull herself off as the biological mother of two seventeen year olds (Damon and Nora), an eighteen year old (me) and two nineteen year olds (Leon and Brie), with the latter's being especially important to that idea. Standing at just 5'5", being our second smallest family member, my adoptive mother was apparently always petite and slender as she now is. Her dirty blonde, almost brown coloured hair, reaches down to her waist and is incredibly straight compared to Nora's unkempt birds nest or Brie's perfect, gentile waves. Her pretty, heart-shaped face combined with her soft, subtly beautiful features has combined to make her look eternally motherly in all people's eyes. Dressed in her light blue coloured jeans with her white slipper-style shoes and grey wrap-around top only enhanced the image to most people who've ever met her.

Maisha Cullen sat next to her, a notable three inches taller at 5'8", matching Brie whenever the stood next to her, although taller by maybe half an inch. Maisha's beauty has always been subtly gorgeous; with her being soft featured like my mother, although with a much more defined and polished look about her. Her eyes were the shape of the perfect almond, glowing golden; even after leaving the Cullens for Scotland to communicate with yet more of Daniel's ancestors, Maisha still managed to keep to the 'vegetarian' diet. Although not quite heart-shaped, her perfectly smoothed down face, and small, button nose made her look younger, yet fresher, than ever, looking perfect once combined with her full, pinkened lips. Her face was outlined with long, rolling waves of auburn coloured hair, the sort of hair most people dye to achieve, but she'd magically achieved the colour naturally. Her build was larger hipped and busty than most of the other women in our house, but made her more attractive in those senses, giving her a more substantial bosom than that of the females in my family. That aspect of her reminded me of Nelle Hillon, but I pushed that thought backwards, trying to ignore it promptly. Dressed in a black leather jacket which covered her t-shirt, with a navy coloured woollen scarf draped around her neck, and a pair of light blue shorts covering her bottom half, with a pair of light brown tights covering her legs, no shoes, a pair of black heels were sitting by the door.

"Rhett, how lovely to see you," Letitia, more commonly known as 'Lettie', smiled softly at me. "How was school?" That question always made me feel like she truly was my mother; it was so warm and maternal, even Leon who was still in contact with his biological family, caved in at that.

"It was fine," I nodded politely at Maisha who was staring at me, smiling slightly. "Did Nora tell you that she's inviting a human friend to the wedding?"

"Yes, she did," Lettie smiled at me. "And I'm positive that you're aware of why she's so desperate for you to get to know this girl she's become so friendly with. As I've told you, we'd never force a relationship upon any of you, so don't feel like Nora's concocted another one of her almost ridiculous schemes to pair you up with yet another human she's taken a liking to."

"Yeah…" I nodded then decided to change the subject. "Where's Daniel?"

"Out hunting," it was Maisha who answered this time, leaning back slightly into the sofa as she said so, the beautiful colouring of her hair fitting with the crimson red of the velvet material. "Leon offered to take him and Brie went with them. But it's nice to see you, Rhett." She smiled and stood up, walking over to me in a pace so slow it was almost human, and extended her hand towards me. "I was disappointed to hear you still haven't found your mate. Daniel and I were so hoping you'd have found her."

My hand connected with her's and I shook it promptly, shrugging slightly as I did so with my free shoulder. "I'll find them eventually," I nodded with sad smile. "Besides, Daniel had to wait for you, didn't he? Just like how Edward waited for Bella." She laughed slightly at that and nodded vigorously as she removed her hand.

"That's true. Lettie was also telling me about Quincy's recent scientific thingy," never exactly the…Smartest of people was Maisha, to put it politely. "It sounds amazing!" She grinned excitedly. "Even by vampiric standards! Now, why don't you tell me about how you've been doing for the past couple of years?" And so then I started, I began to tell her all about my life recently and explaining everything. Perfect manners always make a better impression, and personally, I like to make good impressions simply because it's common decency, not to mention just plain common sense to. I would've never attracted a mate however if I hadn't have been rude, oh the irony!

Notes: -Maisha's name is pronounced MAY-SHA, for anyone confused on how to pronounce it.
-Daniel Cullen wasn't present during the battle, along with Maisha; because he was helping the Fullers out with issues regarding enemies from Leon's past. He also wasn't present when Edward met Bella because he was still in Scotland with Maisha.

-The Rose Coven aren't as close to the Cullens as they are to the Fullers, but they might become closer over the wedding. They simply haven't seen each other as much due to living in England.