Heh heh, I think I've confused you guys enough. In this chapter, I can shed some light on the death at Swan Estate. But not too much, LOL. : )

My family was, to say the least, a little surprised when Sophie and I came through the door. Rosalie snorted in disgust, and turned away, but Esme ran to her and said,"Oh dear, you must be freezing. Here, let me take your sweatshirt."

Sophie slid away from Esme like oil on water. "No thanks, I'm fine," She said sharply. I wondered why she seemed so anxious here.

Esme cocked her head to the side, and stared quizzically at the odd child. "If you say so. Can I get you anything, to eat or drink?"

Sophie gave a thin razor-blade smile. She seemed to find Esme's offer amusing. "I'm alright, thanks anyway." She was choosing her words carefully, speaking precisely. "Edward said that you were wondering about the house?" She glanced at me uncertainly.

I nodded. "Come to the living room, the others would like to hear this, too." Esme led the way to the room, with Sophie and I swift on her heels. Sophie didn't falter. It appeared that she knew the house well.

The rest of my family had heard our exchange, and were gathered already. Carlisle gestured to the couch for her to sit down. She sat hesitantly, and then she began to speak."Swan Estate was built in 1834. It was handed down through the generations, always going to the first son that the parents produced. This story is about the last owner, Charles Swan."

" The stories say that he married a beautiful and kind woman named Renee. They were very happy, and Charles loved his wife more than life." Her voice took on a strange, dreamy quality.

"But Renee became pregnant. She was a frail woman, and she died giving birth to a daughter. Charles was heart broken, and he withdrew from the world. He became harsh and cold, even to his own daughter. It was painful for him to even look at her. She was the image of her mother."

Sophie cleared her throat, and swallowed tightly. "The fact that she was a girl made everything worse. Charlie refused to re-marry. He would not move on, he loved Renee too much to let her go. A girl could not inherit the mansion, so the girl, whose name was Isabella, had to be married."

"A wealthy man named James Rochester was chosen to be her husband. It was no secret that Isabella despised her fiancé. And the day of her seventeenth birthday, she was found dead by James. Hanged herself."

Her voice grew louder and angrier now. "Found her hanging from the ceiling, rope around her neck, and her throat all black and blue-"

"Stop! You're disgusting!" The shout came from Rosalie. "How can you talk like that? You're so rude!"

Sophie and Rosalie leapt to their feet at the exact same moment. Sophie yelled back at her,"Yeah? Well, I don't care what you think, Blondie. You don't know anything! You know nothing! Nothing."

Jasper was doing his best to calm them down, but Rosalie was ignoring his waves of concentrated tranquility, and they did not seem to affect Sophie, perhaps for the same reason I could not read her mind.

Emmett placed a soothing hand on my sister's shoulder, but she shook him off. Carlisle stepped between them. "Please, calm down, both of you. Rose, that was uncalled for. Sophie, there's nothing to be angry about." My father, always the peacemaker, spoke firmly and clearly to the both of them.

"Sure." Sophie's voice was wintry as she stared daggers at Rose. "I suppose I should leave now." She turned for the door. I could hear the raindrops that meant the storm was still going full-force. Then I glared at Rosalie. I had wanted to hear more about Isabella's death, but she had to ruin everything by insulting our neighbor. I sent my sister one last withering glance, before jogging after Sophie.

"I'll make sure she gets home safely," I murmured out of the corner of my mouth. Rosalie sniffed haughtily in disgust, before turning away. I didn't care. I was going to get the rest of the story, no matter what.

Sophie was already halfway down the path, when I caught up to her. Running at human speed was infuriating sometimes. No, scratch that, all the time. "Sophie!" I called to her. "Wait!" Surprisingly enough, she did as I requested. "I'm sorry," I told her, as we walked. "Rose can be like that sometimes."

She looked much less angry than she had in the house. Sophie waved away my apology. "It's my fault, actually. I have a few anger-management issues. But then again, so does Blondie." This made me laugh.

She continued, "I know I'm rude-" I started to protest, but she turned to look at me, and raised her eyebrows. I looked down, not wanting to confirm what she said, but unable to truthfully deny it. "I know I'm rude," she began again," But sometimes, I just can't help it, you know?" She caught my eyes and held them. I did know.

I hesitated. "I was wondering if you could finish the story." I stated. Watching her, I leaned closer. I willed her to accept. Her eyes were unfocused, and dreamy looking.

"Um," She broke off her gaze, concentrating on the ground. "Sure," She breathed. Well. Finally, a normal response. "There's really not much to tell," she said, after giving her head a brisk shake."After his daughter's death, Charles went mad. He had already been cracked with grief over Renee's death, and despite the fact that he had never really bonded with his only child, Charles.."

"Well, He sort of stopped caring. He had his daughter's room boarded up, and all pictures and reminders of either his daughter or wife he had thrown away." My thoughts went to my room. It had been the only one that was boarded. I was staying in the dead girl's room. Perfect.

His servants had to remind him to eat, and he stayed in his bedroom for the rest of his life. He only lived for a few short months before he, too, died. So I guess he really did care about his daughter, after all." I nodded. The tale of the house was, indeed, a tragic one.

Sophie glanced up at me. "Well, I can go the rest of the way by myself. Thanks for your help."

I smiled. "Thank you for telling me the story."

Sophie shook her head, and countered, "Thank you for listening." I watched her carefully until she was swallowed up by the forest. When I was sure she was out of sight, I ran at vampire speed to the house. Well, well. I think we just had perfectly normal conversation.

So that's how Bella died. Or at least, that's how everyone thinks she died. Mwhahaha!