Ok so first off thanks to Joreyna who reads my stuff all the time and gives me feedback. He really doesn't have to but he does, so thanks. And secondly,

1. You know you're obsessed with twilight when you're taking an AP US history class and the acronym is APUSH and you add an L to make it read LAPUSH.

2. You know you're obsessed with twilight when you see a teacher in the hallway that looks oddly like Billy Black and you stalk him.

3. You know you're obsessed with twilight when the guy that likes you is 15, dark skinned, black hair and a tad immature and all you can think of is "JACOB BLACK!"

4. You know you're obsessed with twilight when you watch Ferris Bueler's Day Off and squeel at the sight of the Principle's name plate, Edward Rooney, though it has no relavence to the Twilight series.

and 5. You know you're obsessed with Twilight when you don't go out in the sun because you're afraid you'll sparkle. (Or you'll get a tan or you're acutely allergic to the sun, like me.)

Ok I'm done. There is more to come.

Heath's face would have been amusing had I not been stressing over the fact that he just might figure out I was not human. "How —"

"Let's get this bandaged." Carlisle interjected, taking a hold of my damaged hand and leading me off towards the hall.

"Ow." I moaned as he tightened his grip on my hand. I really was too good at being hurt.

"Sorry." He grumbled just before we left the room.

I could hear Bella shuffling about by the stove, probably picking up where I left off. She was too kind to do so and now I would have to give her something else in return that didn't require her to wear or use anything. A painting, maybe? Of Edward? Yes, that was perfect! I would paint Edward in glorious detail and make him out to the God he truly was! She would just love it!

Reality hit me once again as Carlisle closed his office door and sighed. "I should have never let Alice talk me into this."

"I'm sorry but I didn't really have a say."

"I know you didn't."

I was suddenly flaring with anger at my brothers and sisters. "This is just absurd. They know I don't like Heath in any way!"

"I know, I know. They know that too. We all just want you to experience the life you never had." Carlisle pulled out a long strip of gauze and began to wrap my fingers. "It's hard for them to watch you observe the world in silence. You barely say anything against this life of eternal hell."

I shrugged. "Possibly because I haven't lived long enough to think about it."

"You're the same age as I am and you haven't thought about it?"

"I don't remember that life. I probably won't gain consciousness of it ever again so therefore, I haven't really lived long enough."

He nodded and took in what I was saying, continuously wrapping the skin colored gauze about my arm that looked like beige wallpaper on an alabaster surface.

"Why is Heath so comfortable around us? Around me?"

It took a moment for him to respond, but he did so without any reluctance. "I think it's because of how his family behaves around him and how normal you are compared to the rest of us. You really do act like a human when you're not focused on portraying no emotion. It's fascinating for our kind to watch you and be around you. We get the entertainment of a human without wanting to kill it."

My eyebrows rose. "It."

He frowned at himself. "It's absurd to think myself amongst the humans so I must call them something."

"You were human once. And 'it' isn't even a proper name, rather just a stereotype of an inanimate object. As far as I'm concerned, they have brains." I pondered for a second. "Well most of them do."

"You're too smart for your own good."

"Thanks." I smiled comfortably and left the room.

Into the dining room I sauntered, cradling my hand as if it really were burned. The table was set, the food out on the table with everyone sitting in a random spot. Heath stood up and helped me to a chair while I avoided the amused stares of my siblings.

"I apologize, Bells. I wanted to make you the entire dinner and treat you."

"No, it's alright. I make dinner for Charlie all the time, so there's no need to worry." She gave me a kind smile, one that didn't accuse or condemn for being a "klutz".

But now my attention was on dinner and what exactly it was we would be talking about.

"How's your hand?" Edward finally asked as he pushed the food around his plate.

"Fine, fine." I ignored his question because I was suddenly aware of the food I would have to upchuck later. I stabbed my fork, something I hadn't used in so long, and awkwardly stabbed some gnocchi. It had been my favorite food when I was human, and now, it looked so disgusting. But I wanted to eat it! To taste its yummy potato/pasta ingredients. I raised it to my lips, inhaling the smell that had always brought me excitement to eat. Needless to say, my adoptive parents were Italian and the whole house was always cooking with some rich spices or pasta. I took my teeth and clamped it around the small pasta ball. The ingredients squirted into my mouth and I almost gagged. It tasted — like dirt! I prayed that it didn't taste like dirt to them because it really was despicable. I managed to swallow it down, but could feel it in my stomach just sitting there.

"This is better than any five-star restaurant I've ever been to." Heath murmured thankfully as he took another bite of the mound of food on his plate. It scared me, that mound of food. If he could eat that much tri-tip, then think of the humans he could devour in one hunt. But I was grateful that he liked it and from the looks of her face, Bella liked it too.

"Did you paint that mural?" Heath asked after he swallowed.

"Yes, I did."

"They're all so life like."

"That was the point." I whispered to myself.

"Lilly is the painter of the family." Carlisle interjected with a wry smile on his lips. "And I hear that you paint as well."

"Yes, I do landscapes and sculptures. Roman statues are my true expertise, actually. How did you know?"

Carlisle shifted in his seat slightly. "Edward told me that they ran into you at the art supply store. Your cousin was there?"

Recognition lit up over his face and he nodded. "Yeah, Melissa had come down for a visit. She wanted to check up on me and tell me that my parents were going on a year long trip to Africa."

"You're parents aren't home to take care of you."

Heath seemed to be on the defensive now, that subject being a bit touchy for him. "No, I've been on my own since the beginning of high school. My parents don't like to be around much as they are working all the time and visiting family."

"In Italy?"

We all shot Carlisle quick glances.

"…Yes?"

"What city?"

"I believe Volterra. It's a really small city, but apparently there's a whole bunch of my family just living there as if I don't exist."

"Aren't you going to visit them soon?"

"Yes, actually next November. I'm going to be a foreign exchange student, much to my parent's dismay. Uh…how do you know all of this?"

Carlisle folded his hands. "It would only make sense for you to visit them in your senior year and I myself have been to Italy. In fact I know your parents."

Heath's mouth dropped, but he quickly shut it with consternation. "You know my parents?"

"Yes, I met them just before I left here for America a few years ago. Quite extraordinary people, your parents."

"If ignorance is extraordinary."

This was becoming a conversation to tense for the dinner table and so, I announced that I would clean up. I ignored everyone's surprise and cleaned up dinner too quick for Heath to notice. He and Carlisle were having a conversation about upcoming events to take place in Italy when he visited so by the time I was done, Heath hadn't even noticed.

"Would you like me to walk you out?"

He looked about, confused as to why dinner was over so quickly. "We're fast eaters." Alice mumbled in response to his reaction.

This seemed to comfort him and so he answered my question. "Yes, please."

Heath and I scuffled to the front door and outside to greet the crisp, wet, night. "Thanks for having dinner with us."

"Thanks for inviting me."

"Heath?"

"Yeah?"

"You know nothing can come from this, right?"

He was silent.

"I mean, there is no chance of us dating."

A heavy sigh escaped from his lips. "Yeah, I know. I mean, I had hope, but I am starting to see how odd this is for you. It's almost like…like I don't fit. You have to be pale, dark, dissociable, detached and topped with a case of graceful behavior. I'm none of those things. My family is, but I'm just the odd duckling."

"Thanks for stereotyping us into damnation." I grumbled under my breath.

"But its true isn't it? You don't talk to anyone but your family or Bella —"

"Bella is family."

"Yeah, right. Other than that, you don't talk. But when you do it's so like us that we're confused. You fit in with us but we can never fit in with you."

I wasn't happy about this conversation and I was going to end it quickly. "I think you should go now because you're right. You're kind will never fit in with us. Actually, it's the other way around. We will never fit in with you because we're too dark and graceful."

He walked off without another word, getting into his Rodeo and zooming off into the night.

I didn't speak to any of my family for the next three days with the exception of Bella. I was disgusted with myself for having ever let them push me into allowing Heath over for dinner. And gagging up my food into our unused toilets was just disgusting! How was I going to do that again on prom night?

My paintbrush moved with perfection across the canvas, the red-brown color of Edward's hair beginning to freckle into a likeness of messy hair. His topaz eyes were already finished, staring at me with a smile that Bella was bound to love. A knock came to my door and before I could answer, Alice came bounding in with Bella in her iron grip. Rosalie trailed faintly behind her, the sun shining down on her golden locks. I threw a sheet over the canvas right as Bella came to see what I was painting.

"What are you working on now?"

"A gift for you."

"What?!" She was freaked now, shaking her head in defiance. "I don't want anything!"

"Oh, hush Bella. It's nothing you have to show anyone, wear, spray on, or drive, so calm down. I'll have Edward nail it to your wall tonight."

"You're finished?"

"Yes, but there are a few finishing touches that need to be added."

"Can I see it?"

I sighed in frustration. "If you must." Flipping off the cover, I allowed the full force of my magical painting to work on her. I giggled to myself as she clutched the chair, needing to sit down. "Wow." Her deep brown eyes turned up to me. "I mean, really, wow. I've seen the other ones you've drawn but this one…the way he's looking it's like he's…"

"Looking at you."

"How do you get it just right?"

"Years of practice." There was a ring of depression in my voice as I said this, realizing it was probably truer than I could comprehend.

I suddenly heard an unzipping of a bag and the fluttering of a gown. There was a slight flutter and then a swift movement of material until my eyes could settle on it. My prom gown. Bella's mouth dropped open in aw, both of us speechless at the gown that was hung up on the door.

"You like it?" Alice beamed at me.

How could I not like it? It was simple and yet complimenting all the same. It was black silk with a heart shaped bodice. I went to touch it and found that there was a sheer chiffon material over the black silk. It went up over the bodice, creating a scrunched exterior and wrapped straight up over the shoulders. The bottom was lined in black silk to create a sense of flowing beauty. It was gorgeous. I glanced at the tag.

It was also Vera Wang. "Alice!" I yelped at the sight of the name.

"I knew that would get you talking!"

"If that was your sole purpose for buying this dress you are insane. Take it back!"

"Oh, just relax silly. This is prom and nothing is more important than that."

"Yeah, other than the fact that this could very well be a bridesmaid gown."

Her lips scrunched together in a tight line. "I made sure that it wasn't." A smile was soon replacing it as she pulled out something else I couldn't see until she pushed it against my stomach.

"What the hell is that?" I growled at her menacingly.

"It's a corset."

"Like 'Male Oppression of Women' corset or Victoria's Secret fake-cheap-replica of a corset?"

"It's an antique."

"Male Oppression it is then?"

She shushed me while pushing me to my bathroom, Bella trailing us in fascination. My shirt was off and on the floor, my bare top exposed to the world. "Alice!" I yelped again in utter terror.

"Really, Lilly, you need to not be such a prude. We're all ladies and besides, you're wearing a bra."

I scowled at her, moping my way to the screen where my bra was snapped off. "I don't see why I need one of these anyways. I am skinny enough to fit into that."

"That dress is one size smaller."

"Was it the only one they had?"

"No, but the dress requires that you wear one."

"I don't have large breasts so it's a moot point."

"That is exactly why I bought one. In fact, you're whole dress revolves around that point. And, you're using something if you haven't realized you're about a B."

I groaned. "Can we please not talk about this in front of the H-U-M-A-N?"

She laughed and I could just hear Bella laughing herself. "Oh, please Lills it's not like we're talking about immortal pleasures or," she had begun tying at this point and I was now being pulled this way and that, "the infamous venom issue."

"Venom issue?"

"Um…we'll talk later."

She was finished so fast I didn't even have time to take note of what she was doing. I stepped out behind the screen to look at myself in the mirror. Whatever hourglass figure I had was now more defined. I was a triangle on top and a world of hips at the bottom cut in half by a pinched middle.

"Alice, I look like I belong in the brothels of Paris."

"Well, duh. But once you put the dress over it, you won't look so bad."

"But I'll still look bad."

Bella came to my rescue this time, knowing all too well the dangers of Alice's determination. "You will look beautiful."

"Thank you, Bella."

"Anytime."

Just then, a knock came at the door and with it Edward's voice. Alice already had me draped in a silk robe as Edward sauntered in. "There you are."

"You never have to look for me. Just follow the smell." Bella chuckled to herself while being pulled up into Edward's chest. I pressed the silk fabric tighter about my body while cloaking the previous images of me in a corset from Edward. That was just weird and I would be beyond embarrassed if he saw that.

"I saw the gown. Nice dress, but Alice did you really have to do something so chic? How about more messy and urban?"

"She's already a mess as it is. This will be her one night to be normal."

"Thanks Alice." I snarled at my grinning sister.

She giggled before weaving her way out of my room, taking the gown with her so as to keep me from burning it. On her way out she yelled back to me saying, "Burn the corset and I'll buy you a tighter one!"

I screamed in my mouth quietly trying desperately not to look at Edward's face. His eyebrow rose inquisitively and opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't ask." I grumbled to myself as I disappeared behind the screen and dressed too quickly for my own personal liking. I came out fully dressed and stalked past them. "Shouldn't you be taking her home?"

"Don't take this out on Bella."

"My apologies, Bella, but I'm absolutely serious. I'm still mad at you for the whole Heath situation." To prove my point I turned up my stereo to blare some Manson over the speakers. Bella's face scrunched into dislike but I was too pissed to care.

"If I buy you your own car, will you forgive me?"

I didn't answer right away. I bit the inside of my cheek, thinking of the pros and cons. "Fine. But I pick the car."

"Alright."

"I mean it. The brand, color, size, accessories, and spinners."

He held up his hand. "Hold it! I shall agree to all of those except for the spinners. That is not classy."
"Says you."

"No spinners and you have a deal."

"Whatever." I hissed just before poking him with my superhuman strength. He poked back but it wasn't nearly as deadly as mine.

I clacked over to my painting, dabbed a few finishing touches and handed it to Edward. "For Bella. Please hang this up in her room."

"Yes, ma'am." And they were gone.

I sighed and stopped against the windowsill to watch the wind rustle against the leaves and the water ripple in the stream.

"Lillith."

I snapped my head up from its resting place on my arms. Had I really heard that?

"Come to me."

I scrambled to my feet in minutes and ran up the stairs. I threw open the door to the vacant room where my mural lay, painted forever on a wall that my family rarely saw. Across the squeaky floorboards I went to stand before the mural at the man I couldn't take my eyes away from. Had I been human, my breath would stop. I ran my pale finger down his cloak, but pulled it away as I felt the rough exterior. It didn't feel like a wall. It was real.

I shook my head, distorting the images in my eyes, but falling into my memories was irrevocable. Onto my knees I sank and in the middle of a dirt road I sat, my human breaths coming in an out with a ragged repetition. The cloak upon my shoulders fell about my body as did my hair. The snow on the ground was reflecting against something far off in the distance, something moving closer with each intake of breath. I didn't look up again until the sparkling hand was in my face. I took the hand with a heavy sigh and was crushed into the chest of my husband.

"Can you ever forgive me?" Corpus's voice whispered into the early morning dew.

"Already done."

"The decision has been made. Tonight."

"Tonight."

We crunched our boots against the snow, walking back to the large cottage that loomed in the distance. My parent's house where my brothers and sister used to play. Where the wild grasses grew up to my waist, mixing in their luxurious scents with my hair. The pond in the back where I went skinny dipping, where my mother and I used to lie out in the sun and be kissed by it. Father working in the fields alongside Patricio and Andrea. Annabelle running into the far off forest while the little girls of the village chased her. All of this I could recall but none of it no longer existed.

The bleak cottage chilled me, worse than Corpus did as we lay together in the castle. They were all gone now, gone with the plague. I began to weep fresh tears when I recalled how I held my sister's lifeless body in my hands, begging her to come back to me. She was so young, so restless to see the world. Her dark curls of an Italian beauty slipping past my fingers and pressing into my lips as I kissed her over and over again, imploring her to come back to me. Corpus had literally torn us apart, breaking a few of her bones and some of mine. But, if he hadn't, I would have become sick as well and died. He couldn't live without me, and so it was understandable.

The tears fell onto the dry soil and I realized that I didn't want to cry anymore. I didn't want to show remorse, to be weak at the loss of my family. "Corpus."

"Lillith."

His teeth did as I had commanded them to. Into my flesh they sank, ripping the skin to reveal my red blood, the pure blood of an Italian lady. I screamed, but no one would hear me. Everyone I knew was dead. Corpus and I were the only ones who had survived and we would survive forever, together. The fire that I was immersed into was nothing short of terrorizing. Days, weeks, months, it seemed that my insides were to give way any moment to becoming a burnt loaf of skin and hair.

But that never happened. And as I opened my vampire eyes, I saw the mistake at once. Foolish, foolish girl! Trading your life so as to never cry again!

But I had always been foolish, always doing something childish and driving my loved ones to the ends of their nerves. I looked up into Corpus' red eyes that flickered with a flame he always had when looking at me.

"Kiss me."

He leaned down, despite the worry in his eyes for me, and touched his lips to mine. I moaned slightly in pain, and his lips were respondent to comfort me. I wanted more than anything to belong in his world, to be part of that dark world. I brushed my fingers against his pale cheekbone and ran them against his bruised eyes.

"I love you, Lilly." His voice was magic; playing on my ears like it owned them.

It was terribly difficult to tell speak, but speak I did. "And I love you."

My eyes fluttered open and the room was still there.

"No!" I reached my fingers out to mural, finding no Corpus in it. I scanned the mural again and again, but he didn't exist. He had vanished as if he were nothing! I ran to the wall and cling to it, a poor little child holding onto its mother. "Come back, Corpus!" I whispered in a chocked sob. Hours passed, night became morning and school had started.

I heard noises downstairs, a TV being turned on and voices. Home. I was home. But I wasn't myself anymore. I had to tell Carlisle, now! I sprang from my rooted place in the floor and scrambled down the stairs, toppling over Alice in a most ungraceful way.

"I saw it!" She yelled at me as I continued to make my way to Carlisle. I had drawn attention now, but that didn't matter. I had to tell Carlisle. What time was it? Was he even home?

Just then, the garage door sounded along with the rain and in came Carlisle. I pounced on him with full force, making him sit down in a chair, clutching into his coat lapel without noticing that I was tearing it into shreds. "I'm sure of it. I was reincarnated."

Carlisle took his hand and wrapped it around mine, loosening each pale finger with a force that matched mine. But I wasn't gripping with full force. I was still conscious enough to be aware of that minor detail. "Lilly?"

"Sorry." I shoved my hands into my jean pockets where they would remain to do no harm.

"Care to tell me about what you saw?"

I nodded, feeling a bit annoying to my father. "I was on a road, and there was Corpus and — he was so handsome! We walked to my old family cottage in Bartelona and —"

"Bartelona? As in the buried-underneath-twelve-feet-of dirt-for-two-hundred-years city?"

"Yes, but besides that I remembered my mother. My mother, Carlisle! I look just like her only I have a more defined jaw. My father, brothers and sister! They all existed! I wasn't made in a test tube; I was real. I had a family, I had a life and I married Corpus." Carlisle and my entire family were watching me pass back and forth in front of them with fascination and horror. "I don't know the entire details of why I love him or why I married him but it happened! And he changed me right there! Right there on the field! I was in the worst pain of my life but everything was alright because he was there right beside me. He held me…he's real. He's not just a painting. Corpus Vespacelli actually exists."

I took in a breath and lifted my eyes to their's. Their mouths were clamped shut and worrying about my mental health. Bella was the only one observing me with aw.

"Well," Carlisle stood, made his way towards me, and took my hand, "I think this has helped you for the worst."
"What are you talking about? This is fantastic news!" I smiled despite the pain.

"I don't think you should go into that room again."

"You think I'm delusional."

He wouldn't meet my glower. "I don't think that's possible for our kind, but in your case…"

"I'm not, Carlisle!"

"Lilly, when I first went to the Volturi, I learned that a Lord by the name of Corpus was murdered and since then he has been nothing but a whisper in our history. I believe that you are a reincarnate of his wife and that you were married to him. But he's not real."

There was a slight pause. "Edward." Carlisle looked back at Edward only briefly and I took note of the curt nod. Edward was no longer in the room and I knew exactly what he meant to do.

I nodded violently before trying to make a run for it towards the stairs. But the arms that held me were breakable and I couldn't allow them to suffer because I suffered. Yet, that didn't stop me from dragging the person to the stairs and attempt to ascend them. The weight began to pack on as I was shoved down to the floor. "Please, Edward! Don't!" I was able to cry out before being smothered by more weight.

In seconds it was over. There were no arms except for Esme's, pulling me up into a fierce hug of motherly affection. I bounded from them, glancing at only the floor. Up the stairs and down the halls I fled until at last I came to the abandoned room where my mural was held. The door was open, the smell of fresh paint tingling in my nose. I couldn't look at it for quite some time.

A blank white wall.

The very opposite of what I stood for. My shaking hand guided its way towards the surface of its alabaster texture, gliding down in a swift motion of sadness. There was nothing on the wall but this sick, white, intoxicating paint that made me want to leave the room and never come back.

But most importantly, there was no Corpus. A choked sob came from my lips, melting into an echo that ricocheted off the walls and back into my throat. I really was crazy. Corpus couldn't exist. He shouldn't exist. We all shouldn't exist.

I closed the door and broke the doorknob so that it was jammed, never to open again. Sticking out my chin, I calmly made my way to my room and balled up on my comforter, the rain pattering gently against the glass.

A/N: I didn't use old english when Lilly and Corpus are conversing because quite frankly it sounded silly when I read it outloud. And I apologize for the length of this chapter, I just couldn't contain myself! Oh and I would appreciate more reviews, please. See, I used the magic word so that should get me something...right? Right?