OK, I thought long and hard and I have been torn in half some want me to skip and the other half say no. So….I am going to meet you in the middle. Some people do have a point about making my characters more rounded or 'fleshy' as some one put it. I'll make you a deal I will give you longer chapters making the chapter list to the modern time slightly shorter,(unlike this one) they have information that is vital to the story and as much romance as I can get in there. Then when you see that we have skipped to the middle of August you'll know Ella will be changed soon and I will flash to the modern times. Good enough? So people, please be patient just through a few more chapters. Second, i have the prolouge of my new story called 'His Wish' posted. its short cause if i don't get any readers i won't continue. It is a Edward and Bella story with only a few original charaters of mine, but this is more of a mystery and drama, It has romance though. i can't really summarize but it is one crazed up(when i say crazed up i mean it i don't know what my mind was thinking) 'Edward turns human' story. It might be original or not i'm not sure

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Chapter 8

"I'm sorry, Rose" He whispered into my hair.

"I just wish things were different." I said shakily.

"Don't we all." Alex leaned back, and his face only inches from mine. Once again I was frozen and was lost in his memorizing, red eyes. "If I remember correctly you wanted to know more about vampires. What is it you want to know?"

"How long can a vampire live?" I breathed, his eyes were making it harder to make a coherent sentence.

"We are immortal," He said simply, but a spark flashed into his eyes "Unless you push another vampire too far."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, like last night when Jesse threatened to…" He bared his teeth, as his eyes glazed over.

"Jesse is a vampire, right?" I asked, uneasy.

"Yes," He said shortly, glancing at my open window again.

"You knew him?" I asked. He sighed deeply—as if he would rather not has this conversation.

"He was…my brother." My eyes widened and a gasp escaped my lips.

"I thought Nicholas was your only brother?" I breathed.

"Jesse was my half brother. He was born to that vile James a few years after me and Nicholas were changed." He glanced at me with a frown on his perfect face. "It seems my family has a knack for running into vampires without being eaten. Nicholas and I were hunting; I suppose it was forty years after our betrayal and Nick had caught Jesse. It was too late, when we figured out who he really was (A/N Alex and Nick have kept tabs on the people they knew their mother, Claire, Alexandria, and Nick's boys. They have interceded when necessary, especially with Alexandria), he was already bitten. We would have killed him—just because he was James's son—, but the thought of our mother finding out that her two sons had killed their brother just because of the father. It made us feel guilty." Alex shook his head angrily. "Have you ever heard the saying the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree, Ella?"

He waited, so I nodded.

"It seemed Jesse was just like James." Alex inhaled sharply "Jesse had tried to kill me more times than I can count. I ignored the attacks thinking he didn't mean it—he was young, but last night he went too far"

"Jesse was coming after me?" I mouthed, suddenly taking in what he was saying. The fear didn't smother me like I thought it would—I had a feeling it was because of Alex.

"Yes," The sharp edge in his voice, brought chills down my back.

"But you stopped him?" My words were more of question than a statement. Alex's eyebrows rose and a smile spread across his face.

"Yes."

"Why?" I asked dazed.

"I don't know" He whispered his face suddenly solemn; he used his thumb to brush at my cheek. His eyes bore into mine. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity, when Alex smiled. "Anything else you want to know?"

"You don't burn to death in the sun?" I asked, racking my brain—the scary legends Edward had told me about seemed to be silly now.

"No, are skin does glitter, though." He said so solemnly, that I had to laugh.

"You…glitter?" I said trying, in vain, to hold back my laughter.

"Does that amuse you Miss Eleanor?" Alex asked me with a smile, as I curved my arms around my stomach— my laughter growing more pronounced.

"Sorry," I muttered, covering the rest of my laughter with a cough. "So you glitter in the sunlight. Will I get to see it?"

"No, since you find it so funny. I'd rather not be laughed at like a circus clown." He said firmly, when I just continued to stare at him. A sly smile slipped across his face. "Next question?"

"Do you sleep in coffins?" I asked sharply.

"No, we can't sleep" He said grinning, as he processed my sudden wide eyes. Then I did something I wish I hadn't... I yawned. He watched me closely and finally spoke when my mouth had closed. "It seems it is time for the human to sleep and the vampire to leave."

"Alexander—" He placed two cold fingers on my lips and leaned in close, to where his nose touched mine.

"Call me Alex, I only let people I don't like call me Alexander." He whispered, his eyes held some kind of emotion that made my stomach tighten in knots.

"Will you come back?" I asked, my breathing was coming out ragged, embarrassing me.

"Soon," He whispered, he raised his face up a little and with the slightest of pressure his smooth, stone lips touched my forehead. "I promise."

Then he was gone, it was as if he was never there. Only the coldness of his kiss, on my forehead, proved he was real. With a shaky breath, I pulled back my covers and slid in. I had every intention of reviewing everything he had said. My mind, though, rejected to think any more. I closed my eyes, for just a second, and I fell into the sweetest of dreams.

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"Eleanor?" I tossed onto my side, planting my goose feathered pillow over my ear. I had been hearing my name being called over and over again, at first I ignored it, but whoever it was wouldn't give up. "Ella you have been in bed all morning! Don't you think it would be wise to get up now?"

"Would you go away Edward?" I snapped, pushing myself unto my elbows and glaring at the closed door, which no doubly Edward Mason stood on the other side.

"No, not until you're out of that bedroom. Plus, I have something for you." Edward's muffled voice sounded as if it was pleading rather negotiating.

"What is it?" I grumbled, yet secretly I was pleased that Edward sounded like his old self.

"Get dressed and open the door and you'll see." I could actually hear the smile in his voice, which made me curious.

So I did as he said, when I opened the door Edward stood there smiling slightly. I was kind of taken back by how pale he looked.

"So what is it?' I asked.

"Close your eyes." Edward ordered, his face suddenly turned stern meaning no arguing. I did as he said and he continued his forced cheerfulness—at least I thought it was forced. "Actually it's from Mother, Father and me. I was just assigned to give it." Edward grabbed my hand and he placed something slightly cold in my hand. "Open your eyes"

I did and glanced down at my hand. I gasped, as my free hand instantly went to cover my mouth. In my hand was a small gold, heart shaped locket and in the center sat a glistening ruby.

"Open it." Edward whispered, I looked up at him confused. Impatiently, Edward took the locket from my hand—the gold chain slipped through my fingers like silk. I watched as he very delicately opened the heart, then he placed it back into my awaiting hand. I looked at the two halves; there nestled on one side was a black and white picture of me and my family. On the other half was a picture of me and Beulah, as young girls.

"Thank you," I breathed, I felt a silent tear slip down my cheek.

"Edward! Eleanor! Come down here, we have something to tell you both." Edward glanced over his shoulder, toward the staircase and back at me.

"Will you be ok?" He asked, concern written in his tired eyes.

I nodded; Edward grabbed the locket and unfastened it. He lifted it up by the chain.

"May I?" He asked, all I could do was nod and turn around, holding my hair out of the way. He fastened it around my neck. The locket felt oddly cold to my skin, but it fit as if it was destined to be around my neck.