Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews everybody! It makes me feel loved. 50 Goldfish for each of you! Anyway, here's chapter two! Hope you like it! Sorry it took a bit longer than I meant it to, but I've been a bit busy with summer reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, wish I did, but I don't. Maybe I can get my evil army of shoe-eating bunnies to buy it from her. They do have a great amount of shoes they can bargain with….

Chapter 2

'A Return'

(Bella's POV)

50 Years Later…

I walked up the staircase of our newly acquired home. It had been fifty years since I woke up after my transformation, clueless and found out I was a vampire. I still didn't remember anything from before I awoke after the three days of pain, but after a few years, I decided I probably I didn't need to know. Simon had told me something terrible might've happened before I was changed and when my mind was blocking off the memory, it might've blocked all of my memories by mistake. Though I still believe it was the pain from the venom instead.

We moved abruptly two days ago for protection after we thought a human girl, who had a crush on Peter I might add, was close to uncovering what we were. Sadly, Christiana suspected Peter was accidentally leaving clues for her, and Peter's apologized millions of times if he did. Christiana's close to forgiving him, the rest of us have already. We moved to a town in Washington State called Rosewood and moved into one of the deserted mansions that was built sometime in the 1800s.

I walked up another flight of stairs and opened the door of my newly claimed bedroom. Peter and I actually fought over this room and I won, forcing him to claim the bedroom next to Christiana and Simon's on the second story. I had already finished moving all of my things into it, with a little help from Henry who also had a room on the third floor. The colors of the carpet and walls of my room were always oddly familiar to me. Henry thinks it might've been how my room looked in my human life. I had thick, golden carpet and dark golden walls (sound familiar? wink wink) and a bronze colored couch. I had a small collection of CDs in the corner of my room and a CD player next to them, the west wall was covered with bookcases, and a desk on the east wall with a large window right beside it. After I had finally picked out a CD and turned it on, Henry ran into my room.

"Peter's made it snow!" He said. When he ever said the words 'Peter' and 'snow' in the same sentence, I would be off running before he actually finished the word snow and he would be right behind me. Peter was able to control the weather, Simon had the gift of being able to replicate anything, Christiana could control water, Henry could become invisible on demand, and I could control any living thing with my mind. We all had really awesome gifts that we all loved, except that I hadn't fully mastered mine and sometimes would do it on accident. I've had to make lots of apologies for when I accidentally annoy my family members by making them move around unnecessarily.

When Henry and I walked outside, Christiana and Simon were already out there, and Peter was nowhere in sight. Henry grabbed my hand on the last step once we were on the last step of the porch and kissed me on the lips. We had been dating for almost a year now and I still felt a little uncomfortable kissing him. He deepened the kiss and after a few minutes he lifted his head out of our embrace, and looked over his shoulder, an irritated look in his eyes. I lifted my self onto my toes to look over his shoulder and saw Peter laughing maniacally. He had thrown a snowball at full force while we were kissing and now icy slush was dripping down Henry's head. I quickly knelt down to make a snowball and cleared my throat to get Henry's attention when I was done. He looked at me gratefully as I handed him the snowball and kissed the top of my head.

I walked over to where Christiana and Simon were making a snowman after Peter and Henry decided to start a snow battle between each other. After a few hours we all went back into the house because we would have to leave for school in a few hours. Christiana was able to enroll Henry, Simon, she, and me into high school and Peter into junior high. Which Peter fought with Christiana about for days. He claimed he was as tall as a freshman or a sophomore and begged for her to call back and say she "accidentally" said the wrong grade. When she finally couldn't take it anymore she let Peter go up one year to an eighth grader instead, which Peter reluctantly took, probably knowing, after all of these years living with Christiana, that was the best he would get.

A few hours later I went downstairs into the front room with Christiana as we waited for Simon, Peter, and Henry to come down. A few minutes later the three of them came down, all talking about something together in whispers. Something, I was sure, that I really want to know about.

We walked outside and Christiana opened the driver's door to her shiny black Jaguar. Simon sat in the passenger's seat and I had to squish myself in between Peter and Henry. Christiana quickly started the car and sped off to Rosewood Junior High School to drop off Peter, who was still complaining about not letting him just go up one tiny more year to become a freshman instead of "a boring, but still highly good-looking eighth grader." His words, not mine.

When we finally got to the Rosewood High School, Christiana asked Simon and Henry what they had been talking to Peter about earlier.

"You'll see." Was all that they had said to her before changing the subject, but I could still see the mischievous look in both their eyes. By then we were walking into the front office where a tall, gangly woman with short brown hair was sitting behind a long desk.

"May I help you?" she asked, her eyes flickering to each of us, probably reveling in our beauty.

"Yes we're the new students her. Isabella and Christiana Swan and Henry and Simon Warren." I said before Christiana had a chance to. The woman gave a "who knew. I could've sworn they were someone else"(not sarcasm) look, but gave us our schedules and wished us good luck on our first day. We walked out of the office, said our goodbyes to one another, and then we all departed for our first classes. I got to my math class five minutes before it began, giving me just enough time to introduce myself to the teacher and sadly not be able to introduce myself to anyone (sarcasm). I knew all of the students in all of my classes were going to probably look at me all through class, so I used my powers to get them to keep their eyes and heads looking directly at the teacher. I did this through all of my classes.The rest of my classes were very boring, since I already knew every little thing the teacher had told us. I was so thankful when the lunch bell rang.

When I walked up to the English classroom's door to wait for the rest of my family, who were lucky enough to have one class together, it started snowing. Christiana walked out of the door, but Henry and Simon were not with her. When I asked her where they were, she said she said that they said they forgot something at the house and asked the teacher if they could go to the nurse's office as an excuse to go get it. We started walking to the lunchroom, discussing our new teachers, when tons of snowballs hit us in the back. We both turned around, faster than any human would, to see Henry and Simon laughing profusely at us. Finally I put the pieces together. The snow started perfectly before lunch? Henry and Simon having to go to the "nurse" so Christiana and I wouldn't see them when they arrived. This was what Simon, Henry, and Peter were planning this morning. They were planning a snowball attack on Christiana and me. They probably paid Peter to make it start snowing at a certain time.

Since we weren't going to eat during lunch anyway, this would be a perfect time for a snowball fight. There were only a few people left, so they wouldn't really notice four kids not going into the lunchroom. I made a quick snowball and threw it, full force, at Henry, which got him in the head. Christiana and I mentally teamed up, like we usually did when it snowed. Our team usually won, but it had its occasions of losing sometimes when Henry and Simon got good head starts on snowball shots. Simon had just gotten me in the head twice in a row and I was determined to get him back.

I got a good aim at his head, but he had seen it coming and was able to dodge it. It ended up sailing past into a figure whose back was turned and heading in the direction of the parking lot instead of the lunchroom. The snowball had still been going full force when it hit him. But the figure didn't fall to the ground, or even stagger – like any human would – when the snowball hit him.

When the figure turned back around to glare at us, I saw his strangely familiar topaz eyes widen at the sight of me, instead.

Author's Note: Cliffhanger! I know, when I read fics I hate them too. But I just can't help it! I'll try to post as quickly as possible, I'm halfway done with it in my notebook. So I'll only hurry if I get more reviews!

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Laine