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DISCLAIMER: Well, I am still pretty sure I would know if I had written Twilight...
BPOV
All the vampires in the room had moved to sit down in the living room. When I walked in there, my eyes caught sight of something. The book I had written in 1989.
"You like the book?" I asked grinning. Esme looked at me as if I was had lost my sanity. Her past was very sad.
I would have done the same if I had loved the thing that once grew in my stomach.
"Yes, very much actually." She said. I beamed at her.
"Really? I wrote it!" I said and smiled. She looked wary, but proud. I looked around at all the family members of my Papa's family. They were all wary. They couldn't quite figure out where they had me, and it unnerved them.
When I saw Rosalie's past, I gasped. She looked confused as to why I had gasped when I looked at her. But that quickly fixed into the scowl she shot toward me. She didn't really like me; she didn't trust me. Her power was pretty cool though…
"Oh Rosalie. I'm so sorry." I said to her. She blinked and shook her head.
"Would you stop being so cryptic? It's driving me insane" A male voice said to my left. I looked at him and had to resist the urge to blink. Even with the frown on his face, he was by far the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. He had the power to read minds, and he really wanted to hear my story.
"You won't be able to get into my head. Sorry Edward, but it is not going to happen." I winked at him. He scowled. Jasper was very tense, understandably. His past had made him cautious when meeting new vampires; he didn't trust easily, and my entrance hadn't exactly endeared me to him. He was assessing me, trying to figure out if I posed a threat to the family, Carlisle's daughter or not.
Grinning, I heard somebody knock on the door.
"Are you okay Bella?" FeeFee asked concerned through the door. Esme had gone to open it.
"Yes, Felix, I'm fine." I said and grinned when they all looked at me like I was mental. I grinned at them all. Esme gasped when she opened the door. Felix was standing there. She must have heard me talk to Felix, and now she found out he was a dog.
"FeeFee, get in here!" I yelled, and the dog came running. I laughed as he sat still in front of me and barked a happy bark.
"It's good to see you too Felix." I ruffled his ears. Jasper had moved to curiosity.
"Uhm, I'm sorry ma'am, but why are you talkin' to him?" I grinned.
"Ahh, this could be fun…" Felix said in my mind and I grinned at him.
"You see Jasper, this is no ordinary dog. I met him in 1692-" There was several gasps. Just as Minnie stepped into the living room with Esme.
"-the year before I was changed. This, my friend, is the world's only vampire-dog in history. I changed him myself." I said. They all looked at me in disbelief. I laughed – I really needed to stop that. Sure, I enjoyed being cryptic, sometimes, but at the moment, it was a defense mechanism. I didn't want to explain how I had ended up here. I didn't want to go through my past one more time.
"It's true though; I met Bella in 1703. She asked me to follow her. I thought she was strange. She had golden eyes, and I didn't understand. I followed her, and when we got to the cottage she had rebuilt Felix was there, changed and all." She smiled at the disbelieving faces there was given to her.
"Okay okay, watch this; Felix nod if you understand what I am saying." I said to him. He nodded. My father gasped.
"How interesting!" He exclaimed.
"I knew you would like him; Aro was so intrigued that it took Min and I 3 years to get away from there. Gosh, that man is persistent." I said. Emmett laughed a booming laughter.
"I like you already. But man, girl, you can fight!" He said. There was deadly quiet. I looked down and with a sad voice I said: "Yeah."
Edward hissed in frustration.
"Edward, you might as well just drop it; there's no getting under. You cannot ever read my mind!" I said to him.
"But how do you know that I'm a mind reader, that Jasper is an Empath-" I cut him off,
"That Alice can see the future and Rosalie has the power to heal?" She gasped.
"What?" She exclaimed. Confused, I looked at her.
"What, what?" I asked.
"I have what?" She was looking eagerly at me; she must really don't know she had a power. I frowned.
"The power to heal?" I sounded like a question.
"I have?!"
"I wouldn't have said it if you hadn't; Min over there didn't believe me either the first time." I told her. She beamed at me, but then, she frowned. Emmett cut in.
"But how do you know? What's your power?" I looked down and mumbled.
"Defense"
"How is that a power?" Jasper asked. I sighed. Looking at Minnie, she walked over to me and took my hand.
"You can do it Bella; he deserves to know." I looked her in her eyes.
"But he doesn't want to hear! What if-" I cut myself off, well aware that my dad was sitting right in front of me, on the other couch.
"Yes Choco, I want to hear." He said softly. I looked at him with sad eyes.
"No you don't." I whispered. He frowned and looked panicked. If you only knew Daddy, if you only knew.
"Yes. Tell me Isabella." He moved to sit beside me, taking my hand in his. I gulped. It wasn't good when he used that tone on me. I leaned into Minnie, and Felix put his head in my lap for comfort. Stroking his fur, I started. I took a deep breath; here we go
"My power is defense. I can see any creature's 3 P's. I call it that because it's easier. 1. The power. 2. The past. 3. Immediate plans. Power, Past, Plans – the three P's.
I can see your entire past, as long back as you can subconsciously remember." As Alice opened her mouth to say she didn't remember, I raised my hand to stop her.
"I know you don't remember Alice. But that doesn't mean I can't see. I can't see Minnie's past. We have this theory that it is because she couldn't remember her life even as a human." Minnie nodded.
"We think she got amnesia before she was changed. She woke up from her change and decided to be called Minnie." I looked at her and smiled. She nodded for me to continue.
"Alice, your past isn't nice. Do you want to hear it?" I asked her. She nodded, though it was warily.
"You can't remember anything because you were in an asylum for most of your life. Your parents thought you were possessed by the devil and sent you there." I told her in a small voice. Her jaw dropped to her chest, her breathing became a little labored and she leaned into Jasper for support at the shocking news. How I wish I had somebody who could support me.
"Rosalie, I am sorry for what happened to you. I want you to know that you can talk to me about it." I said to her. She frowned.
"I have already talked with my family about it, thank you." She didn't mean to sound rude and I know it.
"If you need to talk to somebody who knows, Rose. That was what I meant." I whispered. She gasped. Papa and Edward growled. Papa I understood but Edward?
"WHAT?" Papa roared. He was looking pained. I saw guilt in his gaze, too, but I didn't want him to feel that.
"It gets worse dad. I told you, you didn't want to know." I said calmly. I took a deep breath and continued. He squeezed my hand, whether to reassure me or himself, I don't know.
"I remember everything from my human life. I remember since the first day I was born. My first memory ever, is of you, Daddy, the day I was born." I smiled as I remembered.
"You were smiling down at me with tears in your eyes; I had just been born." I said. My dad smiled as he remembered.
"How do you remember that?" He said softly.
"I remember every single person I have ever met; but the first look I get of them is always the clearest. Also, I don't look through mud as I hear you do when you remember." I told them. Closing my eyes, I told them about my human life. How my grandparents died; how Mom died. How I was adopted by James.
"When I was 13, James and Amelia adopted me. They were the coldest, most heartless people I had ever met. My mom had just died, and I hadn't even been there an hour, before the first slap came. My life wasn't so good whilst there." I was sucked into the memory, and my British voice came out with strangled words. It was always hard to talk about.
"H-he abused me." I whispered and my dad growled. He was really upset - understandably. I shifted so I leaned against him, and held Minnie's hand.
"When I was 15, I became pregnant. I didn't want the baby; it was the outcome of my uncle's abuse. When Amelia and James found out, I got a bad beating. Dumb as they were, they continued beating me and didn't give me anymore food. I miscarried." Rosalie looked like she was about to cry. Emmett looked really shaken and my dad was shaking with anger. Jasper didn't look too good either; Alice was looking at me with compassion in her eyes. Esme looked like she was about to cry too. Edward was looking furious. I told them how they kicked me out of the house with a sprained leg and a broken rib. I told them about my days on streets, how I met Felix.
"In December 1693, James came after me. He had been turned into a vampire. He did it again; though this time it was worse. He was being too rough for a human to handle it. He changed me. It still disgusts me to know that it is his venom that changed me. I killed him when I woke up. Felix had stayed with me during my change and followed me. When I had ripped James apart, I knew I had to burn him so I ran to the forest and started the fire. I took Felix with me to the cave I lived in and when he was asleep, I took off hunting meat for him. That was how I discovered the animal blood. We moved around a lot; I worked at hospitals-" I was cut off.
"You worked at hospitals?" My dad asked me. I smiled at him.
"Mom told me it was your dream. I thought you were dead, so I wanted to live it for you," He beamed at me. He hugged me even tighter.
"Anyway, I came home from work one day to find Felix sick. I changed him. His change was weird though; it lasted exactly one week on the second. He has better hearing, smell and speed than us; he's smarter than a human, he can project thoughts into your head when he forms a bond with you. I can hear him always, but I think that's because I am his sire. It was such a shock for me when I heard it the first time." I grinned. My Papa was looking at me with awe in his eyes.
"My Choco, you are truly remarkable," he told me. I smiled slightly and leaned into him. I never wanted to let go.
"Thanks, Papa," I whipsered. He suddenly looked sad.
"And I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, Angel. If I had been more careful, smarter, I would have been able to take care of you! I'm so sorry I let you down, Choco" he said. I frowned at him.
"Daddy, it wasn't your fault. How were you supposed to know? We can't change the past, and if we could, I'm not sure this was one we should change. What happened made me who I am, made you who you are. We can be together as a family now, dad, and I wouldn't change that for the world," I told him, smiling. He drew me in for another hug, a´nd I could feel him shaking. His hand was stroking my hair, and I relaxed at the gesture. Yes, we'd be able to be a family now, and that's all that counted for me.
Taking a deep breath, I continued with my story.
"In 1703 I came across a vampire out snacking. She intrigued me, because all the memories I got from her, were those of her vampire life. She was 5 years old, and when she turned to look at me she snarled. Minnie and I have been companions, best friends and sisters ever since." She smiled at me.
Both Minnie and I shared some of our stories – how we left England and moved to Sweden. How we always ended up finding abandoned cottages in forests to fix and live in. We told them about our various jobs, our high school and college experiences. How we taught Felix how to read – my daddy was especially excited about that – we told them of our stint in Volterra and how we said goodbye to them after three years. Emmett especially liked the story about me beating down Felix of the Volturi a peg or two.
During our story telling, I never let go of my Papa. When we finally finished telling out stories, I asked my dad to tell me his.
"Haven't you already seen it, Choco?" He asked. I smiled and nuzzled further into him, feeling truly content and happy. I never wanted to leave the warm embrace of my Papa, never wanted to let him go. Now that I had found him, I intended to stay with him forever and ever. 300 years without him had made me an absolute addict to his presence.
"Yes I have, but I want to hear what you thought and felt during that time. I only see things objectively. I can't know the reasons behind your actions," I explained. He kissed my temple and thought back. He explained how when he had been turned, all he could think of was me and my mother; how he had let us down, how he couldn't disappoint us, even if we never saw him again. He told about the one glance he had gotten of me and my mother after he had been turned and how it had filled his heart with pain. As I listened to the stories I couldn't help but admire him. He was so strong, so willing to fight for what he believed was right. He was the most amazing father in the world.
I hope I got that right. It's the moment we've all been waiting for, after all!
Cheers!