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So here is a shout out to -Cinderella-Princess-, one of the idea's here is hers. Thank You muchly. Second, everyone else who reviewed. I love them they help me write and please keep them coming.

If it helps, sometimes I read the diary entries then the story parts. Or not.

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Dec 3, 2019

Stupid vampires are no help. I asked my entire family what they knew about my parents and they knew nothing, nada, zip.

It's been over a year Edward.

"Don't you think I know that, Alice" Edward replied good naturedly as they walked through the mall. The whole mall was clad in evergreen boughs and red and gold ribbons. "It's just I want this Christmas to be special. What if she wishes she was spending the holidays with…"

"Who Edward? Who exactly, other then you, does she care to spend the holidays with."

"EDWARD!" Bella screamed from the glass partition separating the two sides of the second level of the mall. Jasper was chasing her at a human pace from behind. "I LOVE PARIS AT CHRISTMAS TIME."

I hadn't asked about them since I was 9, Carlisle said the last time I asked I was 9!! I don't even remember being told then. I do remember a story Alice used to tell me about two warriors and their fight against evil. I remember I used to picture my parents when she would tell it. Now I can't even remember their faces. Tell me the same story today and it would be two of the Cullen faces.

Christmas was never a big thing with the Cullen's before the newest addition to the family. Last year it wasn't long after Bella joined them they celebrated in Branson, Missouri. Proving to be the last time they pick a place they've never been to but heard was a good time. At least without more research.

The family -friendly Las Vegas, as it is deemed, was a tourist trap waiting to happen. Unfortunately they found out a little to late, Alice being too preoccupied figuring out which presents Bella would like better rather then where she would be opening them.

This is what I know.

"Slow down Bella! Slow down."

Bella hadn't grown much but the little bit she had did not help her coordination. When she rounded the corner at breakneck speed to dash into Edward's arms she, instead, ploughed into a display bed that was sticking out of one of the department stores.

"Wow," Jasper said sarcastically, "didn't see that one coming."

My father was the chief of police. It's on paper now. I won't forget. My father was the chief of police and my mother was an "entrepreneur". Apparently she had so many jobs a paper trail was nearly impossible to trace. Paper trails were all any of the family had to work off of.

A couple hours later Edward and Bella were walking hand in hand down the Champs Elysees. It was late for an 8year old but they were on vacation. The rest of the family had went off ahead of them to the Eiffel Tower.

Bella was babbling on about how Jasper had to make her calm down to sit on Santa's knee and how Santa smelled funny. Also what she asked him for, but it didn't matter much because it was all under the tree at the hotel suite, except for the pony. She had to wait until she got home for that one.

"You're really enjoying yourself? Really?" he wished that her mind was an open book for him. He was sure even if it was, she'd still surprise him around every corner.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Or maybe we should get Jasper to tell you again."

"Just as long as you are." He smile and laughed as a strange smell hit him. He took up a defensive position in front of Bella. This street was never empty, even at this hour. Yet the few people that had been on it earlier had left.

He took another deep whiff. "Vampires."

Bella trembled behind him and asked, "The good kind?"

They liked the opera. Or maybe I liked the opera. The night they were killed we were coming out of a production of Puccini's Madame Butterfly. We must have gone to shows regularly according to credit card statements. I only wish I knew if we went because my parents wanted to or because I wanted to. "The night they were killed." Seems like a harsh way to talk about blood relatives. What does that say about me?

A mist had rolled in off the river and the arch framed their approach. Stepping lightly through the mist were three vampires. The lights bordering the street reflected off their crimson eyes.

Edward mentally calculated. 3 vs. 1 weren't good odds in his fight or flight debate.

The left flanking male of the group sniffed the air. A breeze ruffled Bella's hair and a smile broke out on his face.

She smells good enough to eat.

"No, not the good kind."

Forks, Washington. I spent nearly 1/3 my existence in a place named after cutlery. My parent are buried in that ground… and soon I'll be back there again. My room is nearly packed and since I came in here 2hrs ago, I'm sure the rest of the house is done. I feel like I'm going home. As long as everyone is with me, it will be home. -Bella

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For those impatient few (and don't get me wrong, I'm right there with you) these two stories will meet up and the POV will change drastically. I'm not going to tell you how but I'm excited for when it does come around. It is still some chapters down the road.

I also have this other fic you should read. You Bite: A Love Story. I don't have many reader for it. Don't forget to review this chapter!