AN: Hope you enjoy this! I spent time and time again erasing and rewriting this stupid chapter trying to make it perfect. Well hope you like it. I'm off on a cruise! See ya when I get back hopefully I'll have some more chapters written by then hopefully .

CHAPTER 13

"It's going to storm," Margie muttered, I narrowed my eyes at her as a mischievous grin spread across her face. Margie had been acting strange all day, more enthusiastic than usual. I glanced at the sky to see bright blue and a few white fluffy clouds.

"Are you sure?" I asked, skeptical.

"It will be where we are going. Plus, I can see the future you can't Ella." She said defensively, I just rolled my eyes and leaned against a tree trunk. This would probably be the only stop we were going to get, with Margie in charge that is.

"I don't see why you're in such a hurry Margie?" Sarah snapped, she sat cross-legged beside me, glaring up at Margie as she paced in and out of view.

"You wouldn't understand." Margie muttered, pausing and glancing at the sky.

"We should go hunting." Sarah said, apparently ignoring Margie's comment. I shoved off the tree trunk, uncomfortable.

"You both can go; I'll just skip this time." I said quietly, if I hadn't been paying attention I would not have seen the urgent glance between Margie and Sarah. Just then I felt that odd feeling, as a memory flashed before my eyes.

It was dark, and gloomy, trees surrounded six pale figures. As I came in closer I noticed the pale figures were my family.

"What did you want to talk about Alex?" Daniels' clear metallic voice was slightly worried.

"It is about Ella," Alex muttered, running his fingers through his windblown hair.

"What about Ella?" Margie asked, alarmed.

"She gets very upset after she feeds. She pushes off hunting until I have to literally force her to go hunt." Alex said just above a whisper. (AN: Just so you know this conversation was discussed a long time ago they just didn't know how to confront her about it. Alex has tried several times, but failed miserably.)

"When did she—The memory was abruptly cut off.

Feeling horribly embarrassed, I turned to run, but a firm hand grabbed my arm and yanked me back. When I glanced behind me, Sarah stood there, with a solemn face.

"Ella we are your sisters, you can tell us." Margie cooed gently, flashing to Sarah's side.

"Hunting… would be a whole lot easier—and more enjoyable—if I didn't have the gift of memories," When I glanced up at them, sheepishly. I saw both, my sisters, take on a knowing look, but they kept quiet and so I continued. "I don't know why it is, but when I look into a human's eye just before I take their life. I see every memory they have had ever had, even ones they had as a young child. I know it's no excuse. They are our prey, but I see their loved ones—the people who care for them, people they love."

Sarah released her grip from my arm, and Margie stepped forward to place her hand on my shoulder. I instantly knew she was scanning my future.

"Don't be embarrassed of your gift, Ella, you have it for a reason, and I'm sure in the future you'll find an Alternative to your hunting habit." Margie said with a soft smile.

I smiled back, but still I felt…

"You stay here Ella—and I mean right here—Sarah and I will go hunt. Then we will continue our journey to Oregon!" Margie exclaimed, she patted my head and in a human blink they were gone.

I felt like a child. A younger sister left behind because she was too young and too naïve. I fell back against the tree and slid to the ground, pulling my knees up to my chest. Tracing the holes of my tattered jeans with my finger—sooner or later I would have to get another pair.

I wonder what Edward would have done? I jerked upright. Where had Edward's name come from? I haven't thought about him over three decades. My hand instantly moved to my neck where the heart shape pendent stayed. I reached behind my neck and unclasped the fragile clasp and placed the pendent in my hand.

It was worn from over the years; the ruby didn't glisten like it use too. With as much gentleness as I could manage, I opened the locket. The two pictures nestled in a small heart shaped frame, were like reliving them again. My eyes slid toward the picture of my family, he caught my interest immediately. Edward wore that crooked smile, which I had grown up with—it was hard to forget him. I felt as if he was still out there, but it was impossible, he died in the Spanish Flu epidemic.

I snapped the locket closed—it was foolish to render on the past. I should just throw it away never to look at it again. I clenched my hand into a fist around it—I couldn't it was part of me. So with a sigh I placed it back around my neck.

I had waited for thirty minuets, when finally my sisters finally came back with eyes red as crimson.

"Are you ready to continue?" Margie asked, eyeing me curiously.

"Yes," I said, standing.

Margie nodded; she was gone in a blink of a human blink I followed after Sarah. If I was fully fed I would have completely outran my sisters, but now I was just lagged behind. In a hour and a half we were in Oregon. Heading toward a small town called Forks. We stopped just a few miles out of the town.

"Can we go see the ocean?" I asked. There was no way I was going into that town even if the dark, dreary clouds covered us from the sun.

"No," Margie said forcefully. I was taken back as she looked at me fustrated.

I looked over at Sarah, who was watching Margie as if she trying to solve a puzzle.

"You are up to something Margie." Sarah stated suspiciously. Margie blinked rapidly, her face instantly innocent. She gave us both a dazzling—supposedly innocent— smile.

Out of nowhere a deafening large boom shook the forest—it wasn't thunder.

"Margie?" I said, instantly my eyes turned pleading. Margie laughed softly and nodded.

"Stay behind me, though, Ella—you too Sarah." Margie said calmly, but I saw the excitement dance in her eyes. I nodded eagerly, while Sarah reluctantly nodded.

Margie started off and I followed with only an inch between us. As we were coming closer I heard voices—both high and low and very vampireish. Then the voices suddenly cut off as we came into their hearing range.

We came into the large clearing. There was an average of seven vampires and curiously a human girl. I was taken back by the vampire's butterscotch colored eyes. Was it even possible? I could take in every memory the seven vampires had—and that was exactly what I was going to do, until I saw him. He stood protectively in front of the girl, yet his bronze colored hair was styled exactly the way I remembered, it so long ago.

I glanced at Margie who was staring at me, when I connected with her eyes she nodded. I looked back at him, not understanding. He was supposed to be dead! My mind ran through ways that this wasn't him, but when I looked straight into his tawny eyes I saw every memory he had ever had. He was reading my mind, his eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, his whole demeanor was stunned.

"Edward? Edward is that you?" I breathed.