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All eyes were on Laurel, while Laurels eyes kept searching between Carlisle, Jasper, and Alice, almost as if looking for the answer to some unasked question.

Carlisle's sweet voice broke the silence, "Well, if you don't mind my asking: you said 'Uncle' before. I think we're all a bit more than puzzled by this, would you mind explaining?" He was very calm; he didn't seem urgent or angry.

She shook her head, smiling, "It would be my pleasure to explain to you what I meant. Especially since you were… an only child?" she spoke softly, and was not at all surprised by Carlisle's wide eyes. She delved into a story that went back to Carlisle's childhood.

"When you were no older than three or four years of age, your father committed a sin. A sin so terrible for the time, especially since he was a clergyman. He committed the sin of adultery." She glanced up quickly, to measure Carlisle's reaction, "Not to sully the mental image you have of your father!" she tacked on quickly, at the end.

Carlisle only raised his hand to stop her apology. "If what you're saying is true, then my father does no deserve a spotlight in my memories."

"Not that he had one in the first place." Edward mumbled. He and Carlisle shared a small awkward laugh, while everyone chuckled and joked of their obvious moment. I noticed that Laurel took this distraction as a chance to steal a glance at Alice and Jasper again, but quickly looked away.

"Anyways," Carlisle's smile made his already too beautiful face glow, "Please, Dear Laurel, continue with your story!"

Laurel nodded and picked back up where she had left the story. "So he got this woman pregnant, and naturally, he didn't want anything to do with the child. So this boy, Christian Cullen was raised by his mother. Well your father, trying to be an honest man, and I think constant guilt that was nagging at him helped, told your mother of what happened. She felt that this was wrong; that this boy shouldn't be brought up that way. That it wasn't his fault that he was to be raised in a broken family of a Priest and a Paris whore, never to what know love and a true family was like. One day she met this boy; he was begging for food in the town square. He was only around the age of ten or eleven, so young at the time. She bought him a loaf of break and a basket of fruit. And when his arms were laden with goods to take home to his ill mother, she took a charmed necklace out of her travel cloak, and clasped it around his neck, and said "Amortentir, For good luck!" and kissed his forehead, and she departed. His mother died a few days later. So this Christian scrounged for food, stealing from unwatched stands and unsuspecting townsfolk. When he was finally old enough, he got an apprenticeship at the blacksmiths shop. He had fallen in love with a girl. As soon as he could afford a proper band, he proposed. At the age of eighteen, he married the woman of his dreams; she was called, Annabella." Laurel inclined her head, and took off her glasses. Her eyes were closed as if this story was hard for her to remember. She rubbed her eyes and picked back up, "This may be the part that interests you, Uncle. Christian, at the age of twenty, went to your serman. You would have been twenty-three, twenty-four? When you sent the mob on the coven of vampires in the sewers; when you were bitten. Christian was also in that mob, and was also bitten. A vampire that was aiming for a man with a severed hand nicked Christians neck in his anghst. I honestly do not think that the criminal even intended for Christian to be harmed; he was just so thirsty!" she sighed. "Christian hid for several days, in agonizing pain. He knew what he had become, and he knew what it was that he had to do. He did not want to accept it. And he deffinetly did not want to cause pain, but he loved Annabella and his unborn child, yes, she was pregnant, too much to stay away for very long. He stayed clear of any blood for weeks. But one night his thirst over came him, and he bit Annabella. Her agonized screams of pain when he bit her woke him from his thirst-crazed trance. A few days later, she was that same as him; a blood thristy beast of cold touch and rock skin. A match made in Heaven, or maybe in this case, Hell. The venom coursed through Annabella's veins, but did not take immidiet action on the child inside of her. After the child was born the venom coursed more slowly through her veins, allowing her to age like any normal human. But then one day the venom had taken its course and finally reached her heart, and it stopped. The transformation was complete, she was left forever seventeen. She has some very unique abili-"

"Wait!" Emmett smacked his hand on the table, causing it to shake, and earned him a dangerous glare from Esme. He was obviously getting impatient with the long story, "What does this chick have to do with Carlisle?!"

"This 'chick'," she sneered the slang term, "Is me." her lips curved into a sly smile as she read the look of utter disbelief on Emmett's face.

Carlisle's expression was calm, he actually looked quizical. "That would deffinetly explain the branch of the family that should not have been there..." he sighed, "You see, I have researched my family line many times, to see if I had any reletives; decendents of the Cullen name other than my family. I found one name that didn't have any lines to the rest of the family, just Christian Cullen. I suppose it would make sence if my mother added his name to the books, even if just in the margins, so he could still take his claim to the family name." He ran his fingers through his golden hair and Laurel smiled; he must have been unconciously compairing his attributes with his neices. He replaced his hands on the back of Esme's chair, "That would deffinetly make more than enough sence. You had said 'Amortentir' before, would that be...?" he trailed off, failing to find the proper words for what he was thinking.

Laurel smiled and put her hand to her throat. The pendent around her neck was no doubt the one from the story. The thin chain had obviously been replaced, but the small heart shaped pendent with a ruby colored gem was slightly tarnished; it was well taken care of.

But Carlisle's smile faded slightly, "But that would make you-?"

"Three hundred and forty-seven, next month." she smiled more exuberently, her white teeth gleaming.

Emmett came back into the conversation, looking partially sheepish from his previous interuption. "What are these abilities you have then?"

Laurel smiled at him warmly, "Well, I can see into peoples' past. Anything that has ever crossed their mind, I can see. My ability lets me see anything, that has been there at any amount of time; meaning that it is almost exactly like reading their minds." she looked up at Edward. "I can also see their pasts, as they saw through their own eyes, of course."

I looked up at Edward, his face was pensieve. He looked back at her and nodded once, as if accepting her words as fact.

"What are your limits for this ability?" Jasper spoke this time, after being quiet for so long.

"Well, I usually get up to a few miles radius. But I have to know what I am looking for. Unlike you Edward, I cannot just open my mind and have everything flood in at once. I could, but it would be dangerous... Seeing everyones past at once, I'm bound to get someone mixed with someone else, and my mind, oh the headaches I get... It is quite bothersome! And as of this evening, I have only one exception." her eyes glinted in my direction.

"If you hunt animals, then why arn't your eyes golden, like ours?" it was Rosalie who spoke, she was sitting to Emmett's left.

"I never said that I hunted animals. Be careful of what you assume, my Dear!" she smiled again, "That question is easily answered, with a long detailed explanation. I'm not fully a vampire, figuratively speaking..."

Everyone looked confused.

"Then why can't I smell human blood on you? And your heart doesn't beat; what do you think you're playing at?" he seemed slightly outraged.

"Because it's a matter of how, not why." Carlisle was looking at Edward while he answered his question, but I was sure he saw Laurel smile, because he smiled too.

"Uhmm, elaborate, please?!" was Rose's answer to that.

"Welll she was born into vampireism, not created, as we all were. She still has some human traits. Because the venom took so long to take its course, it missed somethings; Her eyes, for one... What else did it miss?" he asked her, intrigued.

"Well, I have the speed of a vampire, but my strength is no where near yours. I'm probably what Emmett was at, at his human strength, maybe plus some. I have the acute scense of smell and hearing, but my sight is only about eighty-five percent of what you guys have got." sahe wiggled the thick-rimmed glasses that were perched on the bridge of her nose, "They don't really help, but I like the way they look." she smiled, "And then of course, the one thing I would like to keep. My venom," she flashed her teeth, has two purposes. I have the ability to turn humans into vampires and vampires back into humans..." she trailed off.

I hoped my face didn't betray my thoughts on how eager I was, but then a snarl escaped her lips and Edwards hand on my shoulder tightened.

"NO!" she growled. "I am not here to change anyone into a human, or vise versa!" she glared around the table, apparently she was reading minds again.

Everyone looked around, afraid to ask who was thinking it. Edward's face was twisted into a grimace; he had apparently just gained that information.

"I'm terribly sorry." Laurel murmures, "I should go!" She stood and picked up the backpack she had been traveling with.

"No." Carlisle was at her side, "You should at least stay the night. Rosalie will behave herself. Won't you, Rose?"

Carlisle must have figured out who it was, as well. How many of the otehrs would have guessed that it was her?

Esme stood up too, "Yes, at least stay the night. We can go hunting in the morning, and then you can make your decision on leaving." She smiled sweetly.

"I shouldn't have come in the first place..." She sighed, rubbing her eyes, "Alright, one night- But only if your sure I'm not intruding!"

"Not at all!" Emmett was smiling broadly, "We've got more than enough room for one more!"

Laurel nodded, smiling, "Thank you all for your kindness."

"Not at all, Dear, not at all." Was Carlisle's only response to that.

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Ho-kay!

so i would like to make this an option again:

The first few to review will have a dedication spot at the beginning of chapter three!

what do you all think of Laurel? i tried to not make her perfect... and well, i really hope i succeeded....

im begging you all to review!

PLEEEASE! i will love you forever!

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