Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight or anything to do with it. This simply for fun. No infringement intended.

Author's Note: So, this is my second Twilight Fanfiction. I'm almost completely finished writing the first. I hope you like this one. The idea just hit me out of the blue one night. This first chapter is kind of bad. My brain wasn't wanting to cooperate with me today. I promise the next one will be better. Please read and review. I appreciate it. Enjoy

"Mom? Dad? Where did I put my suitcase?

I had lost the blasted thing. No matter how organized I tried to keep my stuff, something always went missing. Neither of my parents answered me and I growled in frustration. They were still angry with me for going to Forks. I sighed and slapped the top of my neatly made bed. Where the hell is that godforsaken suitcase? I moved across to my closet and dug as deep into the back of it as I could. Nothing. I had it just last night.

"Here you go, Sarah."

I turned and narrowed my eyes at the offending piece of luggage that was just thrown onto my bed, "Where did you find it?"

"Your grandmother had in downstairs hiding money in it."

I laughed and smiled warmly, "Thanks, Uncle Emmett."

"Welcome. Now, hurry up. We'll be late for our flight if you don't."

His cold lips touched my forehead briefly before he turned and left my room. I shivered. How many people could say that their entire family, bar one, were vampires? Not that my parents knew that I knew that. That was the first thing that my uncle let slip when I was younger. I had been questioning him, I guess I was around ten, and I had wanted to know why they were always so cold. He tried to avoid the question for days, but the first chance he got, he told me. I had nearly fainted. That had been thirteen years ago. I zipped up my suitcase and walked into the living room. My entire family was present.

Uncle Emmett picked up my luggage, smiled, and made his way to the car, leaving me with the rest of my family. For a long moment, no one said anything. We simply sat there and stared at one another. I didn't know what to say, particularly to my parents and Aunt Rose. They were the angriest with me. Grandma and Granddad were happy for me and Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper were on the fence. Uncle Emmett was the only one on my side. Finally, my mother moved towards me and wrapped her ice cold arms around me, pulling me close.

"Be safe, sweetheart, " She gave me a gentle squeeze, "Never forget that your father and I love you."

"I love you too, Mom."

"If you need us, call." Aunt Alice said.

"I will. I'll be fine. Uncle Emmett will be with me."

"That's what we're afraid of."

I chuckled as they all said their goodbyes, giving hugs and kisses. Uncle Emmett kissed Aunt Rose and then lead me from the house. The car ride was fast, as always. All the Cullen's drove entirely too fast. I had a lead foot, but it didn't have shit on the rest of them. I was at least in the ball park of the speed limit. We parked, grabbed our luggage, and made our way through security. The plane took off on time and I relaxed. I never seemed to be able to do that at home. It was great to know that in a little more than six hours, I would be on the opposite side of the country from my parents.

The first few hours passed in complete silence, I was reading and Uncle Emmett was watching some show on his laptop. It was peaceful, as it always was when I was around him. There were times when we would sit in silence for hours, just enjoying being around each other. He was definitely my favorite uncle. I heard him sigh and I marked the page I had been reading.

"You okay?" I questioned.

"Yeah. Are you?"

I shrugged.

"You know you can talk to me, Sarah."

"I know, Em. I'm fine, really, I'm just glad to be getting away from my parents. I can never relax around them."

"Why?"

"It's hard to relax around someone when you know they're lying to you. I know you've kept stuff from me too, but they asked you too."

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Not until I figure out what they're hiding from me."

"Alright."

"Will you help me?"

"Always."

Emmett smiled at me and I grinned back. I could always count on him. Anytime I fought with my parents, he took my side. Anytime I fought with the rest of my family, he was on my side. I love him to death, no pun intended. We began our descent into the airport and I smiled. I always flew next to a window. I liked seeing where I was going before we actually landed. We got off of the plane, picked up our luggage, and picked up our rental car. Yet again, the drive took no time at all.

Forks was beautiful. Everything was so green and alive. The rain was falling lightly and the air was fresh. There was no city smell to this place, just wide open country. At least, that's what I would call it. Emmett pulled up to the house I had only seen in pictures. The police cruiser sat in the same place and Grandpa was standing on the front porch. When we stopped I got out and smiled, running up the steps and into his open arms. I missed my grandfather.

"I missed you, Grandpa."

"Missed you too, Sarah. How was your flight?" he asked taking my bags from Emmett's hands.

"Boring."

"How's your mom?"

"She's good, Grandpa. She wanted me to tell you hello."

"Ah. Hello, Emmett. How are you, son?"

"Never better, Charlie. It's good to see you."

"You too. Are you going to be staying here, as well?"

"No, sir. We still own our parents old place. That's where I'll be."

We said our goodbye's and Grandpa lead me upstairs and into my mother's old room, "I haven't changed it much since your mother was married. I hope it's alright."

"I love it, Grandpa."

"I'll leave you to unpack."

I smiled at him as he backed out and pulled the door shut behind him. It was exactly like my mother described it. The walls were still light blue, the curtains still yellow in color, and the rocking chair was still sat in the corner. The comforter on the bed was still purple with a tiny table that held a lamp that sat beside the bed. I inhaled deeply through my nose, smiled, and started putting my clothes away. The room was dusty and unused so I opened the window and shivered. It was cool and pleasant. I sat on my mother's old bed and ran my hand through my hair. I needed a shower.

I walked across the hall and into the bathroom, depositing my clothes on the closed toilet seat and closing the door behind me. I adjusted the water temperature, climbed under the warm spray, and sighed contentedly. Vanilla was my favorite scent ever and lavender was a close second. It was the scent of the shampoo I used on my hair. I washed, rinsed, stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around me securely before stepping in front of the mirror. I took my time blowing my hair dry. The mirror was fogged up and I ran my hand over the slick surface. I took in my appearance. My hair was long, straight, and so dark it was nearly black. I had side swiped bangs that fell into my warm brown eyes and ghosted across my high cheek bones. I had full lips, straight white teeth, and my skin always appeared to have a tan. If I stayed out in the sun during the summer, my skin took on a more russet tone. I looked nothing like my mother or my father. The only thing I got from Bella Cullen was my short stature and curves. Thank God her clumsiness didn't get passed down to me. I moved gracefully. My mother was a vampire and she still tripped over her own two feet.

I left the bathroom and threw on some jeans and a silky blue top that Alice had bought me for my trip. It wasn't anything overly expensive. I wasn't as into designer clothes as the others were. I slipped my small feet into a pair of sperries, which were my favorite shoe ever, and walked down the stairs to find Charlie. I heard him talking on the phone and I stopped to listen.

"Yeah, sure, Billy. That sounds great. I'll see you then. Bye."

"Who was that?"

"Billy Black. I'm sure your mother may have mentioned him."

"No, but Uncle Emmett did."

"Oh," He got an awkward look and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, "He invited us over to eat supper. I told him we would come. I hope you don't mind."

"He lives in La Push?"

"Yes."

"You know my mother and father doesn't want me in La Push."

He sighed, "You'll be with me, and I don't want to leave you here on your own the first day your here."

"I didn't mean that I wasn't going, Grandpa, I'd love to go and meet your friend."

"Oh, well, okay then. Are you ready?"

"Whenever you are."

We left and I called Emmett on the way. I told him where I was going and he told me that he thought that was a good idea, that I would love Billy. That was another reason I loved Emmett. He encouraged me to do what I wanted. I never had strict rules with no explanation when I was around him. We turned left and pulled up to a small, red house with a white porch. It was adorable and made me smile. I loved how warm it looked, and thought about how much different my life would have been in a place like this. My thoughts shocked me. Charlie got out of the car and I followed. When our doors closed and man in a wheelchair appeared on the porch, a tall muscular man standing behind him. He looked no older than twenty-five or thirty. His black hair was cropped short, he wore no shirt exposing the russet skin of his chest and the shorts he wore were denim. Billy, who I guessed to be the one in the wheelchair, had mostly gray hair that was long and wore a light jacket, shirt, jeans, and shoes.

"Hey Billy, Jake."

"Hey Charlie." The two men said together.

The closer I got to them, the whiter Jake's knuckles became on the back of the wheel chair, "Billy, Jake, this is Sarah. Sarah, this is Billy and Jacob Black."

"Nice too meet you, Billy. I've heard a lot about you." I said taking his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Sarah."

"I'm Jake."

"Sarah."

I took his hand, looked into his eyes, and nearly fainted. I knew those eyes and I knew them well. Every morning that I looked into the mirror I saw those eyes staring back at me. Anytime I smiled, I saw the smile that just lit up the face of the man standing before me. I knew then what everyone was keeping from me. Edward Cullen wasn't my father. Another piece of information hit me at the speed of light. This man, Jacob Black, was the same one that my mother use to tell me stories about as a child. The boy who was her best friend, her personal sun. The boy that put her back together when Dad...Edward left her alone. The boy she left. The boy who she took a child away from. The boy that she broke. That boy was the man standing before me. My father.