Dia Cullen

She's 15. She's half-vamp. And she's running with the Cullens.

"Carlisle, Esme, don't you think it would be tough for Dia to have to leave Wilstein right now?"

"Rosalie's right. It's only been her second day. Let those vampire-slaying family come."

"Now, now, Emmett. Rosalie."

"You know how I am to violence, you two."

"Jasper, dude, you were once in the army. You should love violence."

"I've also been killing 100 years before you, Emmett. I think I'm retiring from that now."

"You're just letting Alice talk into your mind again, huh?"

"That, too."

"Let's just leave. It's for the best, really."

"But Dia-"

"What about Dia, Emmett?"

I was packing my things up in a slow pace. No pressure at all. My cd player's playing a Muse CD I compiled myself. The music from my decade was way better than today's.

I was banging my head at the beat of the drums when Dr. C let himself in.

"Heard you're a little upset about moving," he smiled from my open door.

"Just a bit. But I'm feeling fine now," I assured him.

In fact, I was really feeling fine. I couldn't even remember why I got 'a little' upset this afternoon. Oh wait. I do. Maybe I should avoid all things Phantom of the Opera?

No no, I'm fine. Don't be such a baby, Dia.

"You need help packing, kiddo?" he asked-like a real dad.

He was already picking up a Hello Kitty music box and wound up the key.

My favorite cat was rotating on the plate in a glittery pink tutu and played a soft melody barely audible from 'Futurism'.

I took it from his hands. "No thanks, dad. I have to put them away by myself or I'll never know where to find them."

"Good point," he nodded silently. "And your dinner's downstairs. You might want to take a break for a while or it'll get cold."

"I'll just finish up my wardrobe packing and I'll be on my way."

"Okay. See you downstairs."

"Wait! Dr. C!" I called after him before he could walk in an incredible speed away.

Oh and it was record-breaking for any human. He was on the second step of the staircase already.

"Yes, Dia?"

"Where are we headed this time?"

"The original plan was in Alaska. You know. For the mean time. But ..."

"But?" I pressed in for more.

"Bella has issues with Tanya."

"Who's Tanya?"

"Ask her. Anyway, another good family friend invited us for a short stay. They want to meet you," he grimaced.

"Uh-huh. So we're headed to ..."

"Italy."

I finished packing up by 10 something and surprisingly enough, the rest were downstairs holding their plane tickets already. I called Emmett, Jasper, and Edward up to help me with the boxes. Their eyes just burst out at the towering sight.

We took off the little town in England which I will call Wush from now on. Wush Town. I never knew the name. Strange. And I didn't want to ask the others either. Wush Town would undoubtedly, be way better. I had the window seat in the plane with Bella beside me and Edward next to her. I thought that it was the perfect time to ask her something Carlisle refused to answer.

"Oh no," Edward groaned.

I ignored him.

"Bella? May I ask you something?" I asked after a sip of Coke.

"Sure, Dee."

"I'm warning you," Edward 'warned' her.

"Don't be like that!" she scolded her husband.

"Ookay but don't say I didn't warn you."

She waved her hand and beamed at me. "Now, you were saying?"

"Who's Tanya?"

Emmett suddenly burst into laughter from the other end of the aisle. The other sleeping passengers were not very happy. Alice pretended to be asleep between Jasper and Esme and Carlisle was grinning impishly next to Emmett.

"Well, uh, h-how did you know about her, honey?" Bella stammered.

"I asked Dr. C where we were off to and he explained that we were supposed to be going to Alaska but you had issues with this Tanya girl. Who's Tanya?"

"Oh poo. Funny how we thought she was extremely innocent when we rescued her, huh, love?" Edward teased.

Seriously. Who's Tanya? Edward's unwelcome comments are not helping very much.

If Bella could sweat, she might have right now. She was pretending to wipe them off her forehead.

"Tanya is ... Tanya is an Alaskan vampire who er ..."

Just then, a note from the other side came to my suddenly open palm from Edward's. He handed it to me grudgingly and when I opened it, I recognized the scribble right away. Rosalie's. The note said 'Tanya tried to hit on Edward a long time ago.' Insert smiley somewhere in between each space there.

I chuckled softly. Hopefully, the stewardess would not come and tell me to keep quiet like Emmett.

"Figures," I smiled and slid the note in my sling bag right away.

I whispered a thank you to Rosalie and she waved from where she was seated.

"Told you she shouldn't have sat with us," Edward grumbled.

"It's not her fault," Bella muttered softly as another stewardess walked in our aisle.

"You're right. It's Carlisle's," he hissed.

"Just stop being a gentleman and blame it on Tanya instead of the child!" she wailed.

Author's Note : Whoah. I like, totally forgot to update. That's just weird. I had the chapters all set already but I forgot to update. It's because my mind's too preoccupied with ending my first story over at Fictionpress. Haha. Submit a review and tell me how forgetful I am. You'll be blessed! -Neecholettee