DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS BESIDE ELENA ENEAS, JENNESA CHOLE, AND SEAN CARLSON. THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER.

My Uncle.

"Did you see that dress? It was hideous!" Alice grumbled, getting out of the back seat, her twenty plus bags in her hand. Jen nodded her head in disapproval as she went to the trunk to get her bags. I chuckled at my cousins, always finding their taste in clothing entertaining.

"We should find the man and kill him for hurting our eyes." Jen spat and Alice looked at her, an evil smirk on her lips.

"We should." She agreed in a low voice. I watched them plan the poor designer's death from the hood of my car, where I sat patiently until they were finished.

"Are you done?" I asked, flicking a leaf off of my car. They looked at me and nodded in unison. "You're not going to really kill him, so why did you waste two minutes of my life?"

"You didn't have to listen to us, Elena." Alice grinned, dancing up the stairs. I hopped off of the car, putting my car keys into my pocket as I walked.

"Yes I did. I needed to know how and where to save the cursed soul that created such a grotesque dress." I lifted the back of my hand over my eyes and shuddered, some dramatic effect. They both rolled their eyes as Alice opened the door.

"You just don't see fashion the way Alice and I do." Jennesa said, placing her bags on the floor besides the entrance. I chuckled and removed my jacket, revealing my turquoise tank top. I looked up and found Carlisle and Esme walking down the stairs, him stopping once he saw me.

"Elena." He said after a few minutes of staring. Before I could even blink, he was in front of me, embracing me tightly. "It's been so long..." His sentence cut off.

"I know Uncle...I'm sorry..." I muttered, my arms now tightly around him, my head hidden in the nook of his neck. His hand ran down my hair, comforting me. If I had the ability to cry, I would have been doing so now.

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I had known him since I was only seven. My father, Marcello Eneas, traveled with me to many places across the states, and we had stopped somewhere in New York.

"Give me your hand and stay close to me, ok Elena?" My father said, his cold hand reaching for my small one. I nodded up at him, bewildered by his golden eyes. I smiled at him and he chuckled, reaching down and lifting me into his arms. "On second thought, I'd rather hold you. Would you be ok with that?" He asked and I nodded rapidly.

"It's ok father. I don't mind." He chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"Alright then. Let's go visit my brother." He walked forward, maneuvering through the many people.

"You have a brother?"

"Yes I do. His name is Carlisle." My small hand touched his cheek, turning his head to face me.

"Why didn't you tell me that I had an uncle?" I asked and he chuckled again, leaning his head into my hand.

"I really wanted it to be a surprise, but I was never really good at surprises." He admitted and I giggled. His lips pulled back into a grin and I stared at the fangs in his mouth. Father explained to me what he was, so I was never afraid of him. But even before I knew, I was never afraid. My parents had been killed when I was 5, and I was beaten to the point of near death, but he came and protected me, killing the men. I don't remember my parents, after the murder, I had blocked their memories out, also blocking out the pain. As I thought, I had realized that we arrived at a hospital. "We're here." He said and I hid my head against his shoulder. He laughed this time. "I know you don't like hospitals, love. I asked him to meet us outside so that we could go to the park." He said, caressing my short light brown hair. I peaked up at him and nodded.

"Marcello!" A voice shouted and I looked up, seeing a man with blonde hair, pale skin, and the same golden eyes as my father.

"Carlisle! It's been quite a while since I've last seen you, my brother." Father said, hugging the man. Once pulled away, the man nodded.

"Indeed, it has." He said, before looking down at me. His eyes were brighter then my Father's now that he was closer. That means that he just fed himself...was he a vegetarian too? "And who is this charming young girl?" He asked, smiling at me. I smiled back.

"My name is Elena Eneas, I'm seven years old, and I want to be a vampire just like you and Father." I whispered the last part, his eyes growing wide in shock.

"What?" He whispered, staring at Father. "She knows?" Father nodded. He kissed my cheek before putting me down onto the ground.

"But she knows that it will never happen." He stated, grabbing my hand in his.

"What if the Volturi find out? They'll kill her." Carlisle whispered. I giggled and reached for his hand, holding onto it.

"Don't worry Uncle. I won't say anything at all! I love Father and you too much to even think about it!" I hugged his waist and he looked down at me. He was like Father, even though he had clothes on, I could feel the cold from his body seep through, sending chills down my spine. One day, for sure, I would be like Father and Uncle. I have to, if I want to be with them as long as they lived. Forever.

"Let's go to the park then. Shall we?" Father asked, easily prying me off of Uncle Carlisle.

"Can't I walk with Uncle for now, Father?" I asked, pushing my lower lip out. He chuckled deeply from his chest and nodded.

"Sure."

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He was still hugging me, after my little flashback, still stroking my hair.

"Why didn't you come sooner?" He asked releasing the grip slightly. I laughed lightly.

"Blame Jen for that." He laughed lightly as well before kissing my cheek.

"I've missed you allot, Elena." I took a deep breath before nodding. I wanted to tell him that I missed him as much as he did, but for some reason, I couldn't. I just smiled and stared at the eyes that always showed nothing but care and concern for me, all my life.