A/N: So here's the next chapter, since it was already written. I'm keeping the chapters short, 'cause otherwise I'll never write them. I've got the third chapter written, it's just got to be found and typed up. ; I misplaced the book I wrote it in. No idea how long it'll be 'til I get it up, but fear not, it will be here. Eventually. I hope. Dx

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I suppose the next page in the tale of this Unhappy Ending is my family. To introduce them now will save time later.

Esme was the first to join Carlisle and I. I knew that Carlisle had changed her simply because he needed a companion from the beginning—a position that I obviously could not fill (nor did I want to). She was kind, motherly. I remember she worried about me often, once she had gotten past the newborn stage. At that point… well… no one has much else on their mind but the thirst. Esme was no exception. I've always loved Esme as a mother. I think a part of me was relieved when she filled that position because I had lost my mother figure before I was changed. I had been alone. Carlisle was enough for a while. He filled the father figure easily. But Esme… I missed my mother. She lost her child. We were both eager to fill the rolls that the other needed.

The next to join our family was Rosalie. I was skeptical at first. Carlisle had changed someone that would be noticed if seen in public. How could he have been so careless? It was later that I realized (with the help of being able to see into my adoptive father and mothers' minds) that he had changed her because he and Esme were worried for me. He hoped Rosalie would be to me what Esme was to him. But Rosalie, pigheaded and beautiful Rosalie, was never more than a sister. We bickered like siblings, we fought like siblings, and we loved like siblings—the former two being louder than the average human's.

I don't remember precisely how long Rosalie was with us before she brought Emmett home. I remember watching through her mind's eye the bear attacking her future lover. She'd seen the face of a child from her past and had been compelled to carry him over one hundred miles back to where we lived at the time. Back then I could only imagine what restraint and strength that it had taken for her to make that trek with a bleeding human in her arms. Even now I still admire her. She'd begged Carlisle to change him when she returned. Back then I'd resented her selfishness.

Emmett was one of my favorites. He provided for me something I had never had before—a brother figure. I had been an only child, so when Emmett came along, I was overjoyed, though I didn't often show it. He was stronger than I, so he tended to win our sparring matches—when he could catch me. I'd always been the fastest. He was loud, slightly obnoxious, and the perfect way to vent frustration. He was always willing to get into a good brawl.

Jasper and Alice came together. I'd been hunting when they showed up, but with my extraordinary power, I'd seen their arrival clear as if I was there in the memories of Carlisle and Esme. Alice had invited herself in and decided that she wanted my room (it was the biggest, of course). I remember finding all my things in the garage.

My other favorite, if you can't tell already, was Alice. She always brought a light to our lives like no other. She was always happy, always laughing. With her ability to see and my ability to hear, our family was never in any danger from the threat of others.

I'd always appreciated Jasper as a brother, but his past has made it the most difficult for him and therefore, though we all loved him dearly, has caused a small rift between the rest of our family and him. He tends to… lean towards falling off the 'vegetarian' bandwagon more than the rest of us. I can't say I blamed him, but with his ability, the feeling tended to seep into the rest of us as well. He had to feed more often than the rest of us—I was never opposed to going with him. Slowly the rift has been closing.

And then Bella came along. Bella was, by far, my most favorite person in existence. When she first came into my life, she was like a hurricane, trying to destroy everything I had worked so hard to earn, flooding my senses, bent on making me have to start from scratch. Poor Bella… Innocent, unsuspecting Bella… She'd done all this and didn't even know she was doing it. I hated her for it. Who was she to walk into the life I'd built, so carefully living it under the radar of humans? In that first day in Biology alone I'd come up with so many ways to lure her away and take that precious life of hers. To drink from her, drain her body dry of its life sustenance.

I can still remember her scent from that first day. She'd walked past me to get to her seat and the breeze she'd caused nearly knocked me flat on my back. It was like hitting a brick wall at top speed in Alice's Porsche—an analogy that I can only use now that she has a Porsche. It was just that single movement that had made Lady Fate go, "Ding, her turn's up next!"

Even though I'd worked against Fate, staying away from Bella, protecting her, in the end it wasn't enough. In the end…

Ah, but enough of that for now. At this point in time, I have other tales to tell… just not right away.

E. Cullen

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