This chapter is longer then my previous ones but my muse insisted on doing it this way and my muse is quite good at smacking my brain sooo I agreed. Again thanks to all you gentle folk who've charmed me with your reviews, you all are just divine.

Disclaimer: All Twilight characters belong to Stephanie Meyers, while I'm just teasing and bending them for a bit. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within.

The storyline and non-Twilight characters are my creative fault and mine alone.

This storyline has women loving women. If this kind of love scares you, well darling turn around and go back the other way. Oh it will also mention threesomes and 'gasp horror' vampires and other supernatural creatures getting it on with each other.

All boo boos, snafus and misdeeds within the story are all mine and mine alone.

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(In the woods shortly after Alice, Bella and Gabi left the Cullen home)

Emmett loved watching his spouse hunt, 'a goddess of stealth and beauty,' he mused as he observed her stalking a large mountain lion. Though neither one were particularly hungry, the big man knew his Rose needed to hunt, not for food but to take out the anger boiling inside of her. He had taken his own rage out on a boulder and a couple of trees. Okay, the cracking and snapping of trees and boulders wasn't as satisfying as pummeling his brothers would've been but it was better then nothing. Besides he really hated having the idea of upsetting Esme and him thrashing the two within an inch would've definitely bothered her.

Focusing on his mate he watched, as she stood completely still waiting for the moment to launch herself. A huge grin filled his face as Rosalie sprung loose. With the quickness of lighting streaking through the sky Rosalie descended on the mountain lion, but instead of snapping his neck she smacked it's butt. The lion hissed as it went tumbling away from the blond.

"Be happy kitty," she growled at it's fleeing backside. "I wasn't hungry." Sinking down to the ground she sighed out, "we almost lost them Em."

Without a word he jumped down next to her and wrapped his arms around her pulling her tight to him. Hearing her snuffle into his chest he runs his fingers through her long hair. "It's going to be all right love," he hummed into her ear. "Ali and Bella are safe. We're all together again."

"But we're not Em," she murmured. "Alice doesn't recognize us and Bella, I know she and I weren't close but I never wanted her to be hurt. I shouldn't have allowed my jealousy towards her rule my decision about leaving Forks."

To most people Rosalie was just a cold ice queen bitch but it wasn't the truth. It was a defensive mask that only a few people were allowed to see who she was beneath the bitch.

Sighing as he continued stroke his mate's hair, "it's going to be okay. You saw they both returned my hug and Bella even hugged you and Esme. Alice is going to remember us. You'll see, she'll be back to her cuddly loving self in no time." Pausing he gently tilted her head up so their eyes could connect, "and I know Bella will come around, well maybe not towards Eddie and Jazz but certainly the rest of us."

Growling at the mention of her brothers, "I can't go back to the house yet, I still want to hurt Jasper for what he did to our Ali."

"Yeah, I still can't believe he did that," he grumbled. "Now Eddie, yeah him I could see playing the selfish card." Chuckling softly, "Bet his ego took a beating when you chose a big lug like me over mister dreamy head."

Kissing her husband soundly before shifting in his arms so she could lean back into his embrace, "there was no choice my big bear." Sighing softly, "I never found Edward to be desirable and even though he wasn't truly attracted to me, it didn't stop him from futilely trying to charm his way into my pants."

Gawffing loudly he squeezed her waist tight before nuzzling the back of her neck, "so to assuage is ego he tries to dip himself into every woman who can't resist his wounded sexy look."

Adding her giggle to her husband's laughter, "only to find his charm doesn't work so well on female vampires, well except for Tanya, he has her wound tightly around him, poor girl."

"She'll come around when she finds her true mate and then Eddie will be shit out of luck for a free fuck."

Rosalie smirked at her husband's crude observation but nodded her head in silent agreement. Nestling down further into Emmett's embrace, she sighed, "Though I struggled with loosing my humanity, not bearing children or growing old, I can't begrudge becoming a vampire and that my dear mate is because of you and only you."

"Hey babe," Emmett began screwing his face up in thought, "why do you think Eddie really reacted the way he did? I mean we know it wasn't out of fear for Bella."

Gently stroking her husband's arms Rosalie focused her eyes towards the forest, "I'm not sure Em. With Edward there could be many factors, him being jealous, his whole ego thing since we now know Bella wasn't falling for his charm and then there's his attitude towards same sex relationships." Rolling her eyes, "we both know how he feels about that whole idea."

"Yeah I remember the first time he caught you two cuddling on the couch," Emmett laughed loudly. "You'd of thought someone had slipped him cod liver oil by the expression on his face."

(Flashback)

Rosalie with Alice snuggled on her lap was flipping through a Look magazine, while the smaller woman was content having her head tucked under the blonde's chin purring softly. It had taken less then two months for the little pixie to dance her way into the cooler woman's heart. They both had scarred pasts the only difference was Alice couldn't remember her torn human life. It was Rosalie's past that had brought Alice into her arms. Earlier in the day she had seen a man who had looked a lot like Royce her human fiancé. The memories of him raping her crashed into her like a freight train and Emmett wasn't home to comfort her. He and Edward had taken Jasper hunting making sure he didn't stray into any humans. As soon as she had entered the house, Alice had taken her hand and silently guided Rose to the sofa to soothe her.

The sound of the three men returning did nothing to change their positions both were quite content to remain where they were.

"Babe," Emmett bellowed as he walked through the front. "You should've seen the grizzle I took down it was fucking huge."

"Language," Esme's voice called from upstairs.

"Sorry," came his sheepish reply. As he stepped into the living room his face broke into a grin that could rival the Grand Canyon in size. "That's so cool, it's hot." He exclaimed gazing at the two girls before giving them both a kiss and then plopping his butt next to them.

Alice giggled and shifted her legs so they were now lying on the big smiling man's lap

Edward who was just behind his big brother stopped in his tracks and curled his lips in disgust as his eyes trailed from Emmett to the two.

"What…what are you two doing?" He demanded scrapping his finger through his bronzed hair causing his pompadour to loose it's coifed look.

Rosalie turned her head from her husband and stared at Edward's pinched faced, "having sister time." Her voice was as chilled as the look on her face.

"That," freeing his hand from his hair and waving it towards the two of them, "is not what sisters do together." His eyes narrowed, "Emmett, how can you think such perverted thoughts about your own wife?" Raising his tenor voice an octave, glaring at the beaming man.

"Well, Eddie boy she's my wife and I can think whatever thoughts I want and if you don't like it then don't peek. Besides I don't think my thoughts are perverted."

Edward's handsome face seemed to churn in revulsion. He opened and closed his mouth several times looking like a fish out of water.

"I demand you two stop this unnatural act right now," pointing his finger at the two women who were both gazing at him.

Alice had an amused expression but kept her thoughts to herself as she watched her new sibling pace back and forth. He reminded her of a southern Baptist preacher she had encountered during her wanderings. The man raised hellfire about wantonness during the day but at night she'd seen him enter a whorehouse no doubt raising something else entirely.

"What unnatural act would that be," Jasper drawled out as he entered the living room sending a wave of calm through the air.

Cranking his head and rolling his shoulders Edward continued to point at the two women on the sofa, "that unnatural act."

Raising an eyebrow the tall lanky man cast a look from Edward to the sofa and then back to the bronzed hair boy, "sorry I don't see anything unnatural."

"Did you have fun Jazz?" Alice asked her husband as he drew near to give her a kiss.

"Yep," he answered as he kissed her forehead and then slid down to the floor next to Rosalie's legs.

"How can you condone such behavior from your mate? Do you have any idea what kind of thoughts those two are giving Emmett?"

Shrugging his shoulder, "I don't have a problem with Alice cuddling with Rosalie and whatever thoughts Emmett is having are his own."

"It's bad enough we're soulless monsters but now you have to add acts of depravity to the list of our sins. Well, I want no part of this," he yelled before stomping off to the sounds of laughter and giggling.

(End Flashback)

"You know Edward will come back at some point," Rosalie remarked as a small frown appeared on her lips.

"Yeah, I do but if he does anything more then pout at Bella and Alice's relationship, he'll get a serious pounding from me."

"Hmmm, I think you'll have to get in line after Bella and Alice, and perhaps that Gabriella woman."

"Do you really think she's an assassin for the Volturi? And that she really kills vampires?"

"Oh yes, my love, I'm sure she is and does exactly what she said."

"That's kind of boss," Emmett remarked with a grin. "And to think our Ali cat has her as a protector besides us. Best head back babe, I think Esme's going to need us after she's done carving into Carlisle and Jazz."

With a sigh and a nod Rosalie stood up, "I doubt Esme can tear into them as much as she should, her love for her family tends to make her see the glass as half-full, when it's nearly empty."

Lumbering up next to her, "yeah she does have a blind spot when it comes to the family." Shrugging his shoulders slightly before he wrapped his arm around her waist, "but it seems like we all do."

Rosalie could only agree with her husband, she tended to get wound up in her own space to see what was happening around her. Her jealousy, her anger all tended to darken her towards the feelings of those around her.

'I'm no better then Jasper and Ed…' "oh shit." Rosalie gasped and she would have stumbled into a tree if Emmett hadn't been holding her.

"Babe?"

Growling, "I'm going to kill the bastard."

"Jasper?"

As she opened her mouth to explain, a heart-wrenching scream swirled around them without a word the two raced back to the house.

(Cullen House, same time Rosalie and Emmett are talking)

Standing in her living room Esme Cullen was gazing at oil painting of the northern lights. It was easy to get lost in the green hues with streaks of light blue swirling in sharp relief to the bluish black background of the memorizing painting. The painting was a present from Alice to her. One of Alice's creations captured from one of the times they had been in Sweden just the two of them. It was from one of their mother and daughter getaways that the two of them would indulge in from time to time.

(Flashback)

Alice and Esme were bundled up in long fur-lined coats standing arm and arm as the observed the Aurora Borealis while enjoying the quiet. The two were entranced by the dancing colors above them.

"Esme," Alice's sweet voice was spoken barely over a whisper as if speaking to loud would break the moment together. "It's like God is painting the sky just for us."

Smiling at her daughter Esme nodded, "perhaps He is Alice."

"The movement, the colors so amazing, I don't recall ever seeing the light blue in the northern lights we've witnessed in Alaska."

"It is a rare occurrence," the older woman replied softly.

"Well," she began snuggling closer to Esme. "I'm glad I'm sharing it with my mother."

(End Flashback)

Sighing and resisting the urge to touch the moving colors that remind her so much of her smallest daughter, Esme turned from the image and focused her attention on her husband and son Jasper. It was just the three of them in the house; Rosalie and Emmett had left to go hunting having departed immediately after Alice, Bella and Gabriella had exited.

She had a war waging on inside of her. Curling and uncurling her fingers into fists, Esme hated what the two had done and yet still loved the two men. It all had to do with her gift, to love with such passion, to comfort, to forgive her family for their, 'transgressions, is that what I should call this? No, not this, this is so much more.'

Crossing her arms in front of her chest Esme knew they were both waiting on her to speak, "first I want, no need to say I love you both, even after what I learned today." Her voice reflected the sadness in her eyes. "Yet, I can't deny you both have hurt, angered and frustrated me as well as the family."

Latching his eyes onto his wife Carlisle nodded, "I understand and I am truly sorry, my love. I do regret what has occurred. If I had known the true extent of what was happening I would have confronted both of them and made them stop."

"I want to believe you Carlisle," she began slowly. "But I'm not sure if I can and I doubt you can either. Your desperate need to appease Edward, to make him happy, guides so many of your decisions that I doubt you would've stopped the manipulation of Bella's emotions. You certainly found justification with what Jasper was doing to Alice, because it benefited Edward."

The truth of her words stung any reply he might have away from his lips.

Moving to stand in front of him Esme sighed as she gazed down at the man who was her eternal love but at the moment she was struggling to even be near him. "Even now I bet you are more concerned that Bella is no longer Edward's and his feelings as opposed to what we discovered today."

Bowing his head in shame, "I…no you're right, I am concerned about Edward." 'More then you know and more then I am willing to reveal right now.' "In so many ways he is still just that seventeen year old boy, dying of the Spanish Flu, he…he struggles so hard to accept who we are."

Raising his head to glance at his wife, "but I am also sorry for the pain and suffering that has occurred to our family." Tipping his head towards his forlorn son, "and I am concerned for how you are doing."

The curly haired man shook his head, "no, Carlisle. I don't want your concern. What I did was pure selfishness on my part and I'm willing to accept the consequences of my actions." His face was filled with remorse as he continued. "I deserved the anger from everyone for abusing my gift the way I did."

"Yes, Jasper," the caramel haired woman nodded her head. "What you did was selfish and cruel and I do think you should feel the hurt and the anger you caused. You betrayed not only those who loved you but yourself as well."

'Comfort the boy,' a part of her beckoned, while a smaller part snorted at the idea but in the end her gift of compassion, mending the broken, which she wasn't sure at the moment wasn't really a curse, won out.

Crossing over to him she knelt down in front of her son taking his large hands into her smaller ones, "love is not easy Jasper, whether human or vampire. I truly don't think you acted out of malice just fear of losing what you had with Alice."

He squeezing his mother's hands in his, "never out of anger, but yes I was scared. From the first moment I met Alice in that café all those years ago she has been sun in my life." A tired smile graced his lips, "I was so lost, so desolate, I was shrouded in shadows and then this tiny beautiful sprite walked up to me and said she was waiting for me. God, Esme her lightness instantly shoved away the darkness that was drenching me."

"That's our Alice," she murmured. 'And we almost lost that light.' Her mind recoiled at how close it had truly been. She had seen the scars on Alice's throat.

"Indeed," Carlisle said gazing at the two of them. "She is a counterbalance to Edward," he added as an after thought rubbing his forehead.

Removing her right hand from his she gently touched his cheek. "She's been your anchor from that point on, hasn't she Jasper?"

"Yes," he replied leaning into her hand. "From helping me keep my bloodlust for humans at bay to stopping me from being overwhelmed by others emotions. I'm terrified that without her love, without her as my beacon I'll get lost again."

"Oh Jasper, you'd of never lost Alice's love," Esme sighed softly instead of giving into her desire to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. "She loved you deeply, you two always had a special connection."

Jasper's eyes traveled from his mother, to his father and then towards the painting that Esme had been gazing at earlier, "but not now." His lips quivered slightly as he spoke.

"I don't know," she shrugged watching tears that would never shed pool around his eyes. "Alice as she is now, doesn't know you except what she learned today and that is not a pretty picture."

"No, it wasn't and our last moment together was terrible," he murmured running his fingers through his curly locks. "God, I've lost her."

'Yes,' her mind screamed. "Perhaps," she answered.

Gently pushing away from Esme, he stood up and began pacing, "I don't think I can handle this."

"Are you going to runaway?" Esme asked as she stood up as well. Her compassion was completely squashed by her aggravation towards her son. "Like you did two years ago after your fight with Alice?"

"I…it would be for the best," he replied quietly.

"Best for whom, you, Alice, us? For whom Jasper?" She demanded though she expected no answer and continued her voice becoming more heated. "What did running away get you last time? Nothing." Closing her eyes she silently counted to ten in Latin. "For an empath you know nothing of how to deal with your own feelings. Maybe it's because you're bombarded by everyone's feelings and all you know is how to block or manipulate them," shaking her head. "I don't know."

Getting up from his chair, Carlisle joined the other two silently. He wasn't sure what to say to either one of them. They all were still on edge, still raw and hurt from earlier. Just as he was about to lay a hand on Esme's shoulder she darted away from him.

"No Carlisle," not even looking at him. "Like Alice, I'm not ready for that just yet."

Putting space between her and the two men Esme turned to look at her husband who was crestfallen by her actions. The two blond men so similar in their appearance to each, both were tall and lanky, it would be easy for them to pass as if not brothers at least cousins. Their faces mirrored each other in as far as the anguish each one was feeling.

"I've always thought of myself as a progressive woman, a modern woman, moving forward with time, but I realized today it's not true." She spoke in a sad whisper, before her husband could interrupt she continued. "Please, Carlisle let me have my say."

Taking a moment to compose her thoughts Esme took in an unneeded breath and then slowly exhaled it.

"Though I've removed the bindings of many of my era's societal rules, I found today I'm still shackled to an old archaic belief. I think, perhaps, in the past it never really mattered," scrunching her face slightly. "But when it did matter, I didn't rip the bindings away, no I just soldiered on like a good dutiful wife. Following my husband's decision even when I knew it was the wrong one. I carry my own guilt with what happened two years ago because I chose to say yes, when I should've adamantly said no."

"Esme, we did it for Edward," Carlisle interjected and then grimaced as his wife's eyes narrowed into slits and for the life of him he wished he could retrieve the words.

"We were suppose to being doing it for Bella, not Edward," she hissed at him. "You're always placating Edward and I allow it. I blind myself to…" Esme stopped speaking and a small gasp left her mouth instead. Her eyes widened in horror. "Oh dear god, no."

She collapsed to the floor like all of her bones had been sucked out of her. Esme threw her head back and let out keening wail that reverberated throughout the house.

Jasper stumbled back crashing into one of the walls as if a cannonball had hit him, such was the strength of his mother's grief.

Carlisle rushed to his mate, only to be thrown aside by her, sending him careening into one of the chairs shattering it upon impact.

"Don't touch me!" Her voice was harsh as she hissed at him. "You knew!" Esme's face was twisted in rage, obsidian eyes sparkled with fury towards her mate as he struggled to stand. "Yet, you sat there and defended that monster!"

"Not until today," cringing at her anger, her words. "Even now I struggle to believe he…if he did it was because he was sick, not a monster."

Clutching his head as if it was going to explode from the emotions pulsating through every fiber of his being that was emanating from the two. Jasper gritted his teeth almost to the breaking point as he listened to every word Esme and Carlisle's were saying. His beast roared up into a frenzy and with a howl he smashed through the living room window sending shards of glass everywhere.

"Jasper no!" Carlisle yelled and tried to stop his son from launching himself through the glass but he was to late.

While Jasper was crashing through the living room window, Rosalie and Emmett were barging in through the back door. They both dashed to their mother having heard her anguished cry from earlier.

"We've got to stop Jasper," Carlisle pleaded out. "He is going to kill Edward."

"I don't see the problem with that," Rosalie snarled out as she pulled Esme into her lap.

"I say we go and help him," Emmett added gruffly as he sat down next his wife and mother.

"No, this isn't the way to handle it. We don't even know if it's true." The elder vampire looked at his remaining family and knew they would do nothing to help him stop Jasper. "We're not monsters, we can't allow Jasper to kill Edward."

Not waiting for a reply he left the room and took off after Jasper.

As much as Rosalie and Emmett wanted to join Jasper in hunting down Edward, they couldn't leave Esme who was sobbing uncontrollably.

(Canadian Wilderness same time Esme talking with Carlisle and Jasper)

The night sky was a stargazer's dream, so clear one could almost imagine being able to touch the cosmos if one's reach could go that far. It's beauty wasn't lost on the young man who was laying in the snow staring upwards. His ruby red eyes seemed to twinkle back at the stars. A small crooked smile graced Edward's lips as a shooting star passed his field of vision.

Pushing himself off the snowfield he took a quick glance at the body that laid about twenty feet from him. The cinnamon haired girl couldn't have been more then twenty if that. Edward had found her plying her trade on the cold streets of Montreal, where he had gone after his family had left Alaska. Their betrayal of his wishes for them to stay out of Forks had hurt him deeply. He had to leave their home in Denali to get away from the reminders of his family.

Crunching through the snow over to the body he squatted down and gently feathered his fingers across the girls cold face. He had been walking the streets searching for the right one when he heard her thoughts. The girl, Celeste, had only been hooking for a few months and though outwardly she appeared at ease, her mind told him differently. When he walked up to her, he could tell not only from her thoughts but from her body she was relieved he had approached her, beating out the paunchy middle-aged man who had also been heading her way.

Smirking slightly as he placed a light kiss on her forehead, he recalled her thoughts as he reached her, she had thanked God for Edward's appearance.

"And you were so right to do so my dear girl," he murmured reverently to her. "You're safe now, Celeste." Still looking at the dead girl Edward stood up, "you're in a better place, the road you were walking was leading straight to purgatory."

Raising his eyes from her he sniffed deeply and could smell the scent of wolves 'not those pseudo wolves like Bella's mutt friend but real ones,' nearby.

"Bella," he sighed softly. Running his fingers through his already messy hair, "I would've killed her if it had been for Alice."

(Flashback)

Chaos filled the dance studio, from shards of broken mirrors to destroyed walls to yowls of anger as the fight to save Bella continued around the broken girl. Carlisle, Edward and Alice were all camped around Bella, while Emmett and Jasper fought to finish James. As Carlisle and Alice worked furiously to treat Bella and stop her bleeding, Edward watched frozen as her life's blood drained out of her. He knew it should be him assisting his father, he had gone to medical school twice, not little Alice but he couldn't move. All he wanted to do was start lapping Bella's luscious untainted blood like a cat going after a bowl of cream.

Bella's face was contorted in pain not only from the broken bones but also from venom pumping through her system.

"Carlisle?" Alice looked questioningly at her father. Her eyes darting from Bella to Carlisle. "The venom."

"I know," his eyes briefly connecting with hers. "Edward," Carlisle called to him loudly breaking through the lust. "We need to get the venom out of her. You're going to have to draw it out of her if we are to stop her from changing."

Edward tore his gaze from the blood pool and looked at his father in disbelief, "I…I don't think I…can stop. You need to do it."

"Listen to me son," his voice coaxing and gentle. "I need to continue treating her wounds, I know you can do it. I know you have the strength to stop."

"Carlisle, I can…" Alice began but was cut off by the elder vampire.

"No, she's Edward's mate and you need to keep an eye on her leg making sure the tourniquet isn't too tight. Son, I know you don't want Bella to become like us, I know you can do this."

His father was right, Edward didn't want Bella to become a soulless monster. He wanted her to have a human life, to have a soul, to remain untainted. Not daring to breathe in, Edward clamped his mouth over the wound James teeth had caused and began to draw the vemoness blood out.

His eyes rolled back from the pure pleasure of the taste. Bella's blood was ambrosia for the gods and at that moment he was the god drinking it all in. Nothing compared to it, not animal blood or the blood of other humans he had taken from in the past. God how he marveled at how it made him feel as the warm liquid flowed inside.

"You need to stop son, the venom is out of her system now."

Edward growled at the notion, 'stop? No, no I can't this is too wonderful. Too perfect to stop. I want it all every last drop,' his monster roared in his mind.

"You'll kill her if you don't stop soon. I know you have the strength to pull away son, to harness your beast's bloodlust."

Ignoring his father's soft pleas, Edward continued drink Bella's fragrant blood greedily. He had made the decision not to stop and his beast was delighted with it.

"Carlisle we need to stop him, now!" Alice cried out with concern.

"No, no we have to give Edward time to withdraw on his own, I know he has the strength to do so."

"Damn it Carlisle," Alice sprung from her position by Bella's legs and tackled Edward yanking him from his feast.

He snarled at his little sister for stopping him and tried to take a swipe at her but missed hitting her. Alice slapped him soundly sending him sliding into a wall and leaving a large indentation. Digging himself out of the wall, Edward was about to bounce on her when he heard Bella moan out his name. Her voice was barely a whisper but it was enough to penetrate into his mind and he recoiled at what he had almost done.

(End Flashback)

Glancing back at the dead girl he smiled, "did you ever have an epiphany? Well, I did on that day, well several actually but it took months before I accepted it." Chuckling, "you see I discovered truths about myself and the ones I loved and sometimes you just don't want to see the truths. Everyone in the family would've accepted and forgiven me for killing Bella, everyone except Alice, oh in due time she might've forgiven me but never accepted what I had done. Oh and not because Bella was her," snorting in disgust. "Supposed soulmate, but because unlike the rest of the family, Alice hadn't been completely robbed of her soul when she was changed into a vampire."

Crouching back down towards the dead girl, "you see Celeste just like you I had to save Alice from any further corruption." Sighing softly, "unlike you though I'm not sure if I succeeded, my attempt was interrupted, but I do take comfort in knowing I kept her and Bella from entering into abnormal relations."

The beeping of his cell phone halted any further discussion with the dead girl, frowning Edward pulled the phone from his coat pocket. Seeing the caller was Carlisle his frown deepened at the idea of talking with his father. Of all of them Carlisle's desertion had hurt the most. Usually he could count on the elder vampire's support, like when Edward had told them they had to leave Forks to save Bella, but not this last time. He chose to ignore Carlisle's call, he felt no need to listen to him, talk to the man he had called father for decades.

After his family rejected him, he made the decision to no longer follow their edict to only drink the blood of animals. Ever since Phoenix, it had been a part of his internal struggle, to continue with the façade at trying to be what he was not. For two years he had battled against his true desire, his true nature to please his father and to a lesser extend to please Esme. Then when they all left, deserting him, he realized it was a punishment for pretending to be anything but a soulless being. The realization and acceptance of that fact didn't remove the hurt his family caused, but it did spur him on to his true path.

"No more lying, no more pretending to be what I'm not," Edward cast his eyes towards the night sky. "I'm a monster and always will be but God has shown me, opened my eyes that even a soulless creature such as myself, can save others." Turning his gaze to the dead girl. "You see Celeste, there is no hope for me to enter the gates of Heaven." Smiling deeply, "but I can help others. I saved Bella, I hope I saved Alice and now I've saved you."

Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he gave one final glance to the girl, "you're with God and with my gift, others will follow."

If his family could see Edward, they would've done a double take, because instead of his usual broody face, his usual crooked smile was beaming and his red eyes glittered with ecstasy.