It's a long one!

Beware! slight character bashing... just wait till i get into edwards past ://

And umm if you dont like profanity and gods name being used in vain... please stop now.

suicide reference!

I only own Samantha, Howard, Abigail, and the plot!


Carlisle rented two cars for my family; two Escalades, not as flashy as we world normally drive. We made the drive to my parents' old home on the outskirts of town. Looking out the window I could see how much has changed; the once dirt roads paved, the old rickety general store replace with a Wal-Mart. I was afraid to see what the old pier looked like now, how I remember going to the little fair they had there with Howard. I shouldn't have been so shocked at how much it has changed, but I am. What has happened to my childhood home?

I can't wait for a shopping trip! Alice thought gleefully.

I feel bad for him; I mean I could never go back to Rochester... Rosalie, surprisingly, thought sympathetically. I heard her from the car ahead of us containing her, Emmett, Carlisle and Esme.

Finally we made it to my former street, the houses all still remotely the same, newer paint jobs, basketball hoops, and cars were all that made it different. I was shocked to have that it made it through. We pulled up beside where Carlisle had parked; he was waiting for me to unlock the gate to the drive.

I slowly got out of my seat and walked toward the big, black, steal gate; I removed the skeleton key from my pocket and unlocked the chain. I calmly un-wrapped the chain from the bars and pushed one side of the gate open; Carlisle drove the first car through, Emmett the second. Emmett stopped the car as I shut the gate so I could re-claim my seat in the Escalade.

Carlisle and I hired gardeners to maintain the yard and the outside of the house years ago. It looked almost new. We parked the cars and started to un-load. As I made my way to the door to un-lock it and allow everyone in, my family stood in awe at what my life was before I was turned. I grabbed mine and Bella's bags and put hers in the guest room next to my old room, and mine; of course, in the room I had as a child.

"This room, this room, and this room are off limits," I barked referring to my room, my fathers study, and my parent's old room. "And absolutely no sex in this house! Understood?"

I made my way back down the stairs; everyone was just standing still, looking around.

"Edward, did you hire a maid to clean up here?" Esme questioned.

"No, why?" I replied, confusion seeping into my expression.

"Edward, there's no dust! Everything looks well kept!" Exclaimed Esme.

"I don't know how…"

"Who's this?" Emmett asked, holding a picture frame that belonged on the fireplace mantel.

I walked over to him and looked. I was me in a 1918 tuxedo and a young girl- woman. She was beautiful, to say the least, and that was only a black and whit picture. She was in a gown; it looked like we were at a gala or a banquet.

"I don't know," I replied. "Carlisle?"

Carlisle made his way to where we stood, the rest followed.

"Samantha. Edward, that was your wife," Carlisle spoke.

"She's hot!" Emmett exclaimed. Rose's hand smacked the back of his head. "What? Rosie, come on, you have to admit as a human she was as hot as you are as a vampire!"

I stood in awe. That heavenly angel from the picture married me. What did I do to deserve her? My family drifted off and found rooms, Bella stayed behind.

"Edward?" she questioned.

"Yes."

"Do you remember?'

"No, I don't remember her, but- I don't know, it's hard to explain. It's almost as my heart remembers her."

"Oh," she sighed.

I made a quick decision; I needed to either find my house with my wife, or my grave. The latter one I just couldn't do.

"Carlisle," I called.

"Yes my son?" Carlisle replied as he mad it to the sitting room.

"Where did we live? Me and Samantha?" Bella gasped.

Sighing, Carlisle replied, "Three houses down, go right."

"Thank you!" I said as I dashed out the door. I ran at human pace, I came upon a house, exquisite in everyway. It looked well maintained, almost as if someone lived there. I couldn't smell any scents; I saw nothing in the driveway. I cautiously made my way to the door, and I opened it slowly.

I walked in, just as my parent's house had there was furniture from 1918, looking brand new, but had the modern necessities. The house was clean; photos aligned the shelves, the mantel and the walls, ranging from sepia, black and white, to color. I walked into the sitting room, where a grand piano sat with photos on top of it. There was a photo of a young man- me, with a young woman- Samantha.

"Who the fuck are you?" I heard a female voice from behind me.

I turned slowly to be faced by a girl with dark chocolate eyes, wavy, shoulder length, honey brown hair- Abigail. She should be dead, or at least 107 years old. It can't be. Oh lord, what is happening!

"Edward! Oh my god! Edward! Your wife is going to shoot you with the pistol!" She exclaimed, as shocked as me.

"W-wh-what's going on. Abi, you should be dead!" I stuttered, didn't realize vampires could go into shock.

"I'll let Sam explain that to you, she'll be home soon, Howard too!" she cheerfully stated. "You know, I guess Sam was right, you weren't dead."

"Abi…"

"Oh, hush yourself! I know you're a vampire, but you are walking, thinking, as far as Sam is concerned that means living!" She scolded.

"Your family is here…"

"What?" I asked. Not even a second later the door opened. My family and Bella walked in. This would not turn out good.

"Abigail!" Carlisle stated, shocked.

"Dr. Cullen," Abigail rudely acknowledged.

"You're alive!"

"Thank you for stating the obvious genius!" She replied.

"Who's stating the obvious?" A male voice questioned from the doorway- Howard.

"Well defiantly not…" a female voice trailed off. I am going to assume she was going to say you.

It was then that I saw her. She just stood there, staring for what seemed like hours. After about thirty seconds of her trance she ran to me and jumped in my arms. Her lips touched mine; it was a kiss full of passion, force, need- love. I've never experienced anything quite like that before, it was amazing. After the initial shock wore off, I kissed back, not knowing why. Flashes of a young girl, shyly walking with a young boy cursed my mind; they were dressed in clothes from around 1915. I still didn't remember anything, but I recognized her. The kiss last minuets before I could break apart. Everyone just stared, mouths open. Bella in tears.

"I knew it! I knew it! Oh god how I have prayed. My love has returned to me. Oh Edward how I have missed you!" She- Samantha exclaimed.

"Samantha, he has no recollection of you," Carlisle stated.

She turned around and huffed, she marched right up to him. Holding her ground and pointing her figure at him.

"Why you rotten, worthless, son of a bitch! You stole him from me; you kept him away from his wife! How could you. I knew you were a monster the first time you treated Edward and Howard from their stupidities!"

"He's not a monster," Rosalie hissed.

"He's not. Well Bimbo Barbie, you don't know shit. All you seem to know is how to be insensitive, un-caring, and self-absorbed!" Rosalie looked shocked. "Yes, I know every single one of you. I watched you, all of you! Oh and Barbie, don't try to attack me, you wont win.

"You see, I sold my soul after Edwards' funeral. Ugh, you all look so lost, let's start at the beginning. Sit please," she sighed and ordered. "After I was dragged out of Edwards' room, I was a wreck. I lost my family only weeks before, and Edwards family only hours. I held it together, being the good, dutiful widow I was, until after the funeral. I started drinking to much wine. During one of my drunken nights, I grabbed Edwards' pistol and sat at the dinning room table. Bobo, Edwards' mutt, came in to the room, I shot him. I decided that Bobo and I needed to be with Edward. I then stuck the barrel of the pistol in my mouth, finger on the trigger. Before I could pull it, Howard, rushed in and knocked it out of my hands. I cried, I was a wreck. He convinced me not to kill myself, for that moment. A few days later I invited the local gypsy into the home, I planed on holding a séance, with just her and myself. I wanted to know what Edward wanted me to do.

"I reached everyone but the husband I desperately needed. Mother Masen came through and told me Edward was alive, that Dr. Cullen made him a vampire! I made a rash decision; I asked if there was a way to live forever to find you, Edward. She told me there was. At that moment I sold my soul and became a witch." We were shocked, Carlisle tried to speak but no sound came out.

"Don't look shocked, werewolves, shape-shifters, and vampires exist, why not witches?" She sighed. "I didn't realize that Howard made a promise to Edward, he promised to watch out for me. Apparently the fine print said that whoever is attached to you is also turned, well, that's how Howard became. Abi, well, she and Howard married a week after I buried you.

"I spent years searching, finally about 3 months ago, I found you. I studied you all carefully. I knew you had no memory of me, if you did, you would never have left Chicago, and you would never have fallen for that floozy. I decided to taunt you with the melody we composed; I figured you'd asked questions. I assumed right.

"Edward, I'm sorry, but you are a masochist! The girl whose blood you teases your thirst! You don't love her! You care about her, indeed. But you love her scent. And child, you don't love him! You don't know him, you are just obsessed with his beauty, with forever," she finished.

I didn't know what to think. One my long lost wife tried to kill herself, sold her soul and became a witch. Two, she insulted my family- my fiancée. Three, I'm realizing why, in my human years, I loved her.

Shocker huh!

Ok. I dont know if they had the ferris wheel on the Navy Pier in Chicago in 1918,

but I do know you can see it from the John Hancock Building!

I'm sorry about the bashing, Samantha's a woman scorned by a vampire.