Hello lovelies :) I figured, in the spririt of the holidays, I'd post this little nugget... Happy reading! ;)

CPOV

I came home from work at the hospital to see Emmett and Jasper fighting over who won the wrestling-match. Emmett was being stubborn and said Jasper cheated, but Jasper just laughed and said Emmett was a bad loser. I smiled at them, not believing they had that fight again.

Esme came down to greet me, and I couldn't believe that she was actually mine. She was just so beautiful and kind and loving and perfect. Kissing her lips softly, I smiled at my wife and we walked hand in hand into the living room. Edward was playing the piano softly. It pained me to see that he was lonely, but one day, she would come, and he would have so much love to give. Esme was looking sadly at him, but she smiled when Edward made a swift shift in the melody and it became Esme's favorite.

Alice was discussing fashion with Rosalie by the computer. I became nostalgic when I saw it; back when I was human, I would have laughed at someone saying that sometime in the future, there would be a machine, smarter than humans – or capable of near-human things, anyway. But then again, I would have laughed if they told me a vehicle would come instead of horses. I wouldn't even have known what a vehicle was.

Emmett was in a game mood today, so he begged Jasper to play Halo with him. Jasper won again, and Emmett sulked on the couch. Just to cheer him up, I let my accent seep through when I talked with him. Emmett's booming laughter sounded throughout the entire house.

"Carlisle, I'm sorry, but God it's hilarious when you speak so weird. I could never imagine anything sounding funnier. Not even Jasper's accent." He laughed.

"Hey!" Jasper, being from the South as he was, also had an accent, though we both were very good at hiding them. Emmett snickered but didn't say anything.

This was almost daily routine, and it never ceased to amaze me how my family lived in such harmony with each other. I made my way to my study to put away my briefcase and hospital coat. A book caught my eye. I had a lot of books in my study but not all of them I had read. Esme had maybe read those, or Edward. But this book I had never read, but it sounded interesting. It was a mythical book; the type of book I always ended up laughing at because they were so incorrect from the real life.

'Edward? Have you read this one?' I asked. From his room I could hear his quiet laughter.

"Yes I have. It's rather interesting." He told me. Smiling, I turned the first page and read it. It was about this girl that got sucked into an adventure with supernatural creatures fighting against her. She had to fight with the fear of never finding what she sought and never getting out of the constant adventure she lived in. It was a fight with the time; if she didn't figure it out, she would never have the chance again.

It was clearly a fiction, but it was interesting. It was as if the story had a hidden meaning. I saw that it was written in the late 1900s, around 1989. The author was the main-character; clearly the author wanted to be anonymous.

It was a good book, really. When I was a couple of hundred pages into the book, I decided I wanted to join my family. I walked into the living room and sat down with the book.

"Is it a good book, darling?" Esme asked. She looked curiously at the title.

"Surprisingly, yes. I feel like there is this hidden meaning with her struggle. Like this author is looking for something too, but haven't found it. It's just hidden in imaginative adventures. This girl's imagination doesn't miss anything; it's really described well. It's about a girl fighting against time and all sorts of creatures, trying to find something. It amazes me; normally, I'm good at guessing the end, but this book surprises me all the time." I said. Esme smiled, and snuggled into me as I read the book. She didn't care that my attention was elsewhere; she was content anyway. I smiled down at her and kissed her forehead. It took about an hour, and then I was finished.

"Well that was an interesting book." I said, a little sad about the ending. But it was a really good book.

"Should I read it?" Esme asked. Without really hearing, I just nodded. I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was a meaning behind it all. That the writer hadn't found what she sought either. That she was still seeking. Esme took the book, and was quickly engrossed in it. I watched as she read it. The way her hair fell around her face and shoulders as she read was beautiful. The way she sat with such gracefulness. I kissed her temple, and she smiled. I pulled her to me, and as she read, she leaned further into me. The house was completely quiet.

"Where're the kids?" I asked. I smiled slightly at the term "kids". But they were to me.

"Out hunting. Edward's upstairs, Alice and Rose in Alice's room. And now shush, I want to read this book." She said and grinned slightly. A grumbling sound from my chest told her I found it funny.

As I watched Esme read; I saw the different emotions that crossed her face as she read the book. The way a frown would appear when she thought the girl in the book did something wrong, she smiled subconsciously when something good happened, and sometimes her eyes would tear with the tears that could never be shed.

Then I heard a scream. It was not a scream I was used to. Edward upstairs and Rosalie and Alice in Alice's room came running down the stairs, alarmed. Esme put the book aside on the coffee table and sat up, worry and fear in her eyes. Edward was frowning.

"What is it Edward?" I asked, worried now.

"Emmett and Jasper are taking this vampire with them. I can hear their thoughts but not hers. She's blank; it's like she's not there." Esme grabbed my hand and held it tight. This couldn't be good.

"Let me go, let me go, let me go!" The vampire screamed. Something about her voice tugged at my heart, but I brushed the feeling away.

"No! You have no right to spy!" Jasper yelled.

"I did not!" She screamed at him. I must admit she sounded offended and scary. But what caught my attention the most was her accent. It was British.

"So sitting in a tree, watching Carlisle through the window is not spying?" Emmett said. This vampire was watching me? Why? Esme scowled at the door. Kissing her temple, she relaxed.

"I. Was. Not. Spying! Listen I'm sorry okay? I just really want to meet him." She sounded so heartbroken. My heart soared for the girl.

"Why?" Jasper asked. I could tell he was struggling to keep her in his grip, whatever he did.

"Because, I have been looking for him. Now let go of me, Empath." She whispered. The British accent told me something. I frowned; how did she know Jasper was an Empath? Suddenly she screeched.
"Emmett, can you just hold her?" Jasper asked. I'm sure she surprised him by saying that; maybe he even released his hold for a moment. That didn't sound like Jasper though.

There was a lot of noise, and suddenly, Emmett was roaring. We heard a crash and then suddenly, the girl was screaming again.

"Oh for Christ sake!" She screamed. Suddenly she was quiet.

"I'm sorry." She whispered and started sobbing. Esme got a compassionate expression on her face. Whatever happened out there, it didn't sound good.

Emmett opened the door. Jasper came in with a sobbing vampire, holding her arms in front of her, and pressing her back to his chest. She looked up, and I nearly fainted.

I'd like to know how much further you all think I should take this story. Mostly I wanted to focus on the journey Bella went through, and frankly I feel this story will be ruined if I continue to add chapters. Of course we'll see more, just how much? When should I end it?

This was one of the first stories I ever wrote, and it's also one of my favourites. It'll be sad once it's over, but that's why I need your help.. What do you wish to see happen? :)

Cheers! And happy December!