§Izzy§

I finished my sandwich in half an hour, much to Edward's amazement. We got back out to my car and I started it up with a roar.

"You know, I think Alice already knows about your gift." Edward said suddenly. I looked over at him with shock and he chuckled a little uncomfortably back.

"You see, some vampires have gifts. I can read minds, Jasper can feel what others are feeling and change them, and Alice can see the future. So she has probably seen the conversation already." He told me quietly. How could he have been so shocked when I accused him of being a vampire if he could reed my thoughts?

"I can't read yours, though. Its really annoying." He added as an after thought.

"I sort of figured it out, I guess. You would of known my secret if you could read my mind. And no offence, but no one is that good at acting." I said, laughing slightly. He grinned a crocked smile back.

"So, where are we going from here?" I asked as we drove up a long road with lots of trees on ether side. He pointed out a little opening in the trees and I turned in there.

At the end of the road, we drove up a field. At least that was what it looked like. And in the middle of it all, stood a huge, white mansion. It was three stories tall, with a wrap around porch. It was a Victorian style house, with a creamy white color. It was really inviting.

Jamie and Cynthia appeared just beside the car, holding hands. At the sight of Edward, Cynthia hid behind Jamie's leg and clung to him. I got down on her level and she stuck her little head out from behind his leg, her blond hair bouncing slightly. It would of probably been more bouncy had it not been drenched in blood. I pushed the thought out of my head and smiled warmly at her.

"Cynthia, we're going to go inside that house, and in that house there will be people like the red headed lady, okay? But these are nice people. If your scared, you can hold on to Jamie." I told her. She smiled slightly up at me and took Jamie's hand, and nodded firmly. I stood up and turned to look at Edward.

"So, are you ready to go inside?" I asked him. I didn't really wait for a reply, I only walked on and up the driveway. He snapped out of his little trance and followed me quickly, opening the door for me. I smiled at him and walked in.

The house was just as white on the inside as it was on the outside. It looked like a lot of walls had been knocked down, just to make the living room bigger. There was a big, black grand piano in the left corner, and I was curious as to who played it. I heard whimpering coming from my other side and saw Jamie walking in with Cynthia in her arms. I walked over to them and smiled slightly.

"Its okay Cynthia, don't cry. I told you, everyone is nice here." She nodded her head and snuggled up closer to Jamie.

"Mom, I would like you to meet Isabella Swan, she's the new student that started today." I turned around and saw a woman in her late twenties come out of the kitchen. I smiled at her and held my hand out.

"Please, call me Izzy. it's nice to meet you." I told her politely as she shook my hand. She smiled softly at me, and looked at Edward, puzzled.

"Its nice to meet you to dear. Come in and have a seat." She said, gesturing to the living room. I thanked her again and walked in with Edward. The rest of the Cullen's were there already, and I smiled at them. I sat down in a love seat and Edward sat down next to me. Emmett grinned mischievously at us and I rolled my eyes at him.

"When does Carlisle get home?" Edward asked the room in general.

"Any minuet now, dear. I thought you knew when he came home." Esme said, eyeing him strangely. Edward ducked his head in what looked like shame and embarrassment.

"Maybe he was…distracted." Jasper suggested, glancing my way. I was confused, what were they talking about?

"Is this some sort of vampire thing? Because if it is, I'd like to know what's going on." I said, glancing around at them. They looked shocked at first, like they didn't know what to say. The next thing that happened really shocked me. Emmett jumped up and grabbed Edward by the collar of his shirt, lifted him up and smacked him up against the wall.

"You told her?! Edward, you bastard, how could you do that to her, to us! Now we have to kill her, and move, and its all your freaking fault!" Emmett yelled at him. At the end of his little rant he punched Edward right in the jaw, and I heard a sickening crack.

"Stop it! He didn't tell me anything!" I yelled. I ran over to where Edward laid on the floor and crunched down next to him. He was holding his jaw and glaring up at his family. Emmett rounded on me, and I had to admit, he was pretty scary. But I didn't budge. I stood up, crossed my arms, and placed myself between him and Edward.

"Oh, so you just suddenly found out?" He asked me sarcastically. I glared up at him. All the way up at him…

"Yeah, I just suddenly found out. Cynthia told me. She's the one I wanted Jamie to go and get while we were in school. And if you could sit down and listen, instead of attacking your brother like some sort of barbarian, then you would have known that. And could you please control your temper, your scaring Cynthia." I gave him one last glare before I turned around and helped Edward stand up. He smiled up at me and said a quiet thank you. I turned around and saw that Emmett was still standing there, more furious than ever.

"There is no one else but us here, okay? Your crazy." He said, as if that would hurt me. I don't know what he wanted to achieve with calling me that, but whatever it was, it didn't work. I smiled slightly up at him.

"Yeah, maybe I am crazy. So, now that we have figured that out, do you think you can go and sit down with the rest of your family?" I asked him like I would ask a four year old.

"Emmett shut up, I didn't say anything, she's telling the truth! And how can you explain what we saw in school today? Are you going to blame her for being crazy again?" Edward snapped. I looked at him puzzled and then I understood. They were having a mind conversation thingy. I looked over at Emmett and he looked a little ashamed of himself.

"Emmett! How can you say that to our guest?! Apologize, now!" Esme said, her mouth open in astonishment. Emmett mumbled a quick 'sorry' and sat down again. I grabbed Edwards hand and led him back to the couch.

"Why are you all yelling?" A blond man, which I assumed to be Carlisle, asked as he stepped inside. He gave me a puzzled look and a questioning glance in Esme's direction.

"Hello, my name is Isabella Swan." I said, shaking his hand. He smiled down at me and took the seat next to his wife.

"I'm Carlisle Cullen, but you can call me Carlisle." He said, giving me another smile. Edward nudged me in the ribs and gave me a meaningful look.

"Oh, right, sorry. There is a reason as to why I'm here. I know your secret, and I know I'm not suppose to know it." I said, looking at Carlisle. He was the leader, so he would be the most obvious person to talk to about this. But the rest of the family had a right to know to.

"You know our secret? And who told it to you?" I noticed that he was very careful not to say vampire, as if I knew some sort of other deep secret that they had.

"Cynthia told me…and-" I was cut of by a loud puffing noise. I looked up behind Carlisle and there stood an old lady. She wore big glasses and had hospital gown on her. Her hair was gray and curly and she was a little bit on the plump side.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" I asked. Carlisle looked confused and turned around, but when he didn't see anyone there he turned back again. The old lady looked taken aback that someone was talking to her, and looked back at me.

"Well its about time! I have been running after Dr. Cullen for a week now and he hasn't even turned around to look at me. Finally someone who can see me. You do have rather skinny arms though, but I guess you'll have to do." She said snobbishly. My smile got a bit strained.

"What's your name?"

"Marge Barbra Stanley." She said proudly. I turned back to Carlisle and saw that he was staring at me with interest.

"Carlisle, did you treat a patient with the name Marge Stanley? And did she die last week?" I asked him. He looked stunned for a moment before he nodded.

"Yeah, she died of a heart attach. How do you…Can you talk to the dead?" He asked me. I smiled at him and nodded before I turned my attention back to Marge.

"Why are you still here, Marge?"

"Because, I told Dr. Cullen that I wanted to be cremated, but I changed my mind, I want to be buried. Make him change it or I wont leave you alone!" She barked at me rudely. I sighted annoyed and rolled my eyes at her. Old people…

"She wants to be buried instead of cremated, she changed her mind, and she threatened to follow me around until you did so." I told him. Marge looked proud of herself.

"You can leave now, Marge. I promise you that it will be taken care of." She nodded her head before she walked over to the other side.

"How long has she been following me?" Carlisle asked curiously.

"About a week. But she's gone now, over to the other side. But she can come back if you don't do as you promised. But that wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to tell you about Cynthia. She got killed in 1872 by a vampire named Victoria. The only problem is, Victoria got killed at some point." I told him. He looked confused.

"Well, isn't it a good thing that she died?" Esme asked.

"Its better that she is dead then alive, I suppose. But she refused to leave this world. She became a poltergeist. I think she died inside Forks high, because that's where she is, but she could have some sort of connection to the place, I don't know." I told them with a shrug.

"Wait, did you say that Cynthia died in 1872?" Carlisle said suddenly. I nodded and he got a very shocked look on his face.

"She wasn't the only one that died that year, or the year before that and after. I remember the Volturi had to come and kill her. I remember because that was when I lived with them, they said that they killed her just outside a school, and that some of the building caught fire with the humans inside. A whole class died in 1873...they killed her because she was becoming to obvious, and some of the people in Forks knew about her. She's a Poltergeist?" There was a trace of fascination in his voice, and I was amazed at how easily he could get everything to make sense, when all of this happened over a hundred years ago.

"Yeah, she is. She has lost most of her Vampire strength, I think, because I could kick her away from me. But she's still very strong, and she's got a lot of energy, which is bad for me." I told them.

"Is this the first Poltergeist that you've ever met?" Jasper asked me.

"No, I'm afraid not. I met this guy once, when I was 14. He wanted to decapitate my head. He got close to, but he hadn't been dead for more than 30 years, so he didn't have that much energy. I'm not saying it was easy then, he almost killed me, but I managed to kill him before he got me." I told them with a winch, I remembered all to vividly what sort of psychopath that guy was.

"Maybe you could tell us about yourself, and when all of this started." Carlisle suggested helpfully.

"The first ghost I remember seeing is Jamie, he's my best friend. I was three when we bought the house that he used to live in. He got shot by his best friend only two months before we moved in, and he didn't know what to do so he stayed where he was. He soon found out that I could see him and hear him, and he started to follow me around and talk to me and help me. My mom thought that I was making him up." I said the last part with a laugh and I glanced over at Jamie to see that he was grinning from ear to ear.

"So when I got older, Jamie told me that it wasn't normal to see the dead. But it was to late for that, because every one in my school knew that I liked to talk to Jamie, my imaginary friend, so they kept away from me. Anyway, I didn't tell my mom about any of it, because she was very relived when I stopped talking to myself. So I pretended that I was normal when I was around her, and I talked to Jamie when I was in my room. I started helping ghost there and I would sneak out at night to help ghosts around the neighborhood. You'd be surprised at how many people who think they're still alive, even after being on this world for more then a century." I said sadly. No one said anything for a long while, they just kept starting into space, thinking.

"A couple of weeks ago, my mom caught me talking with Jamie, she thinks that I'm crazy so she sent me here to talk with Dr. Newton, he's a therapist. Because according to my mother, I'm not right in the head and I need help." I finished bitterly. The Cullen's looked at me with sympathy.

"So that's about it. I can speak to the dead and I like to help them. Only problem I've got now is a lunatic who wants to kill me, in school for everyone to see." I could hear that my tone was helpless, but I just knew that I couldn't win against her.

"Oh come on Izzy, it won't be that hard, you can beat her!" Jamie said, trying to cheer me up. I glared over at him.

"That's easy for you to say, and your not helping, so stop it!" I snapped at him. He put his hands up in mock surrender.

"I'm definitely going to need some time getting use to that." Edward said with a laugh. I laughed with him. He was very easy to be around.

"So, Izzy, how are you going to get rid of her, and how can we help?" Alice asked, giving Edward a meaningful look. Why were they all looking at him like that? It was almost like they were teasing him.

"I think I have to perform an exorcism on her. They're really complicated, though. And I'm not really sure if you can help me. I'm not even sure why she's here!" I exclaimed. Jamie sighted and rolled his eyes.

"Izzy, you know how to do it, so it won't be that hard! Your exaggerating." Jamie said, smirking at me. I jumped up and got right up in his face, glaring.

"If you think this is so freaking easy, then you do it! Do you even remember what happened last time? I don't want that to be repeated! Can't you just take this seriously?" I poked him in the chest. Normally when we fought and I poked him, my finger went straight through him, but this time, I actually touched him. I glanced at my finger in wonder.

"I-I touched you…" I whispered, awed. He had gotten enough energy for me to touch him. He grinned down at me.

"I freaking touched you!" I yelled excitedly. Jamie laughed and picked me up, much to the Cullen's amazement. He put me back down and grinned from ear to ear.

"Now I can help you." He said, and my smile faded.

"No, you can't help. What if I send you away? I can't take that chance." I told him sternly.

"What's happening, who are you talking to?" Carlisle asked. I looked over at him.

"Jamie, he's got enough energy so that I can touch him now, as you can see. You can't touch him though, I don't know why. Anyway, he wants to help me with the exorcism, even when he knows that he could get sucked over to the other side." I directed the last part the Jamie, who was scowling down at me.

"I can resist it." He told me with determination. I rolled my eyes and muttered a 'Oh god' under my breath.

"No, Jamie, you couldn't. When a poltergeist can't resist it, then you certainly can't. You haven't been dead long enough, and you know that! Besides, I don't want to take that chance. If you disappear, your gone, and you can't come back." I sat back down and Jamie sat down on the table in front of me. I had almost forgotten about the Cullen's being there, but at the moment I didn't really care. They knew my secret anyway, so it didn't really matter if they saw me speaking with Jamie.

"But I want to help you." He insisted. I smiled sadly up at him.

"There is other ways for you to help me." I told him quietly. He sighted and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced over at Cynthia, who was looking out the window.

"Izzy, can you tell us how you talk to the dead?" Carlisle asked me curiously.

"I talk to them like I talk to you. I can see them like real people." I told him, still staring at Jamie. It was like something was wrong with him, or like he wanted to ask me a question.

"But how can you tell them from real people, how can you tell that they are ghosts?"

"They have a certain glow to them, an aura, almost. And I can just feel it. I can just tell, its hard to explain." he nodded and looked thoughtful.

"Jamie, just ask the damn question." I snapped at him, getting annoyed at his behavior. He flashed me a grin. And then he asked;

"Can I possess you?"