Recap: Before I could think of anything else, Alice is back in, a face of pure concentration on her face so I presumed she was having a vision.

"What is it Alice?" I ask with growing curiosity.

"It's the baby."

Everyone in the room stiffens. I roll my eyes. Can't this just be over already?

Alice continues. "I can't see it too clearly but…its alive." A soft growl came from Jacobs throat. We all wait in silence. Soon Carlisle comes down with Esme trailing behind him carrying a small bundle of blanket and flesh. " Is Bella…?" Jacob asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Carlisle wait's a moment trying to put it in the right words. I could feel Jacob on the edge of his seat. Then one word, the one word in the world that could set nerves on fire.

"Hopefully."

~~*~~

The snow fell down gently. The whole forest had become a winter wonderland. Most of the animals had gone into hibernation which made Carlisle worry. Since Bella was a newborn she would have to build up her taste to Animal blood and with everything 'good' hidden away she may be tempted to convert to human blood. None of this really bothered me. I could care less which path Bella took.

"Emma, Are you all right?" The sweet sound swung me out of my thoughts and brought me back to the present. Kevin and I had been wanting some alone time lately and even though that's hardly impossible with vampires We decided on a walk through the woods, the farthest part from the house. I smile at him,

"Of course, nothing could be better." The wind blew and I see him shiver a little. "Are you cold? Do we need to go back?"

"No I'm fine. And I promised you alone time and I'm going to give it to you."

I laugh melodiously. " That can never really be possible with Edward around." Kevin gives a little laugh, of course not even knowing the joke really.

"What do you mean?"

I grimace. Now I'd have to explain everyone to him. Me and my big mouth.

"Well, Some Vampires get special powers when bitten. For Edward its being able to read everyone's mind except for Bella's, which she has this gift of force fields or something. Alice has the gift of sight, and Molly has the gift of seeing peoples dreams." I pause. Nobody else really has a gift, Unless you call Rosalie being the biggest stuck up snob in the world or Carlisle having complete control around blood then no.

"That's a pretty useless gift for a vampire." Kevin finally adds. I chuckle. Edward will probably tell Molly that part. Kevin stops for a moment. The wind changes course has if to avoid us.

"Do you have a power?"

I stop with him and bite my lower lip. A habit I never got rid of. I was a little nervous to tell him because the power I had…was some what different than the others.

"I can start fires with my mind. I can also control already existing fires." I waited for the look of fear to appear in his eyes, or at least a look of 'I can't believe I'm going out with this girl!' . A couple moments pass.

"Wow. You are something special." I stare into his eyes in disbelief. His beautiful magenta eyes. I smile. " No. I'm nothing special. But you, there's not a guy out there that could have stood still and took that all in…Then again not every guy out there has genes like yours." Kevin smiles, his radiant wonderful smile. Looking up toward the cloudy sky, Kevin breaks my train of thought with a question I hadn't heard in over 100 years.

"Do you want come over tonight."

My poker face flashes over me. I wasn't too sure that I was ready but I wanted to. I wanted to see where he went when he left my arms, I wanted to see what his room looked like. I wanted to see how he lived outside of our relationship. Carlisle would probably not agree. Edward would defiantlynot agree.

"I'd love to."

The air was tense with frustration and anxiety. I was right and wrong. Carlisle and Edward both hated the idea of me going over to Kevin's house, that was the right part. The wrong part was that everybody didn't want me to go.

"You're crazy for going."

That was Edward. Apparently he did not believe I could keep myself together. " Thank you for showing you're concerns but I'm going. I haven't been invited to another persons home in over 100 years, and besides, he be upset if I below him off. " I walk down the stairs with a trail of annoying 'siblings' following behind me. Carlisle and Esme had waited downstairs unlike the rest of the family. Esme did have a look of worry but it was hidden much better than anybody else in the room.

I turn around, all of them immediately stopping. I could see that Molly had stopped her bashing and had settled in the living room with a book. Rosalie, who could care less, was in there also, singing the new 'baby' to sleep.

"Could you guys just leave me alone!?!" My Fury leaked through. I could feel my temper rising, boiling to a point of uncontrollability. I started to count back from ten.

10..9..8.….7...6..

"Emma, were just worried. What if you hurt him?"

That blew it.

"HURT HIM!!! YOU THINK I WOULD HURT HIM!?!?" I was screaming by now. A vase of fresh flowers went up in flames has I spoke.

"Calm down, Emma. We don't want anything big to happen, remember March of 1987?" Through my anger I recognized the voice, it was Molly. I curl my hands into fist. The flame that had destroyed the flowers started to inch up the wall.

"Molly, you may not want to tempt her at a time like this." That was Jasper. I knew he was trying to calm me down using his gift, but I resisted as much as I could. It was hard, and after a minute I gave in.

I keep my eyes toward the floor, not wanting to see any of their perfect faces right now. I pick up my handbag from the entering hall and slam the door behind me. Starting up one of the expensive cars I could hear them begin to speak again.

"Poor child. I wonder what could have happen to make her so…bitter towards us." Esme Whispers. Nobody answers the question for a moment. Finally Edward speaks up.

"It's not us she's bitter towards."

Still, everybody is silent. Edward continues.

"Our human memories are suppose to be very hard to recall. But for her she has some very vivid memories, and she thinks about it constantly. " Everyone seemed to have drifted to the living room, where Edward had went after the fight. Molly sits back down where she had laid her book and sighs.

"I feel a story coming on."

~~*~~

I only had to knock on the door once. But in that five seconds I waited there I took in the whole outside of the house. Not too small or too large, but you could tell it was built for this one family and with a very high salary. The siding was a dark forest green, much like the one that surrounded it.

The door flew open to reveal Kevin, his hair fixed and shirt changed from our afternoon in the snow.

"Hey Emma. Come on in. " And I did so. The inside was much like the outside. Everything looked so expensive it was like I had never left the house. "Nice place. Really fancy." I say.

He leads me into a long hallway, that was decorated in dozens of famous paintings, which made way into a quintet room with a wide screen TV and matching set of brown leather couches.

" This is the Living room, of course. The Kitchens to the right but I'm sure you don't want to go there." He smiles and I laugh at the lame joke. We moved upstairs where he showed me the game room which was equipped with Rock band , DDR, and lots more, then his father's study where he did his work when he was at home.

"What does your father do for a living?" I ask, stroking the keys of a laptop.

" He's a lawyer. You know the kind that do the really big cases. Sometimes he has to go out of state for it." I grimace. That brought back too many memories.

"That must suck. Don't you hate him being gone?" He looks out the window, watching the snow fall gently. " Not really. He's my adopted father. My real father is dead." I feel a Pang of guilt.

"I'm sorry. So was he like you?" I ask. I didn't know too much about his kind and was actually quite curious.

"No. I'm the only one." I stand still. The only one? I cross the floor to where he stood and hug him from behind. He turns around and hugs me back.

"It's okay. Anyways my father deserve to die. I let my embrace on him loosen.

"How could you say that? I mean I never really liked my father but he was still…"

I was cut off by a quiet voice.

"My father made me like this." I step back. "What do you mean? Are you saying he did something to you?" Kevin leans on the wall face looking up.

"It was about 200 years ago. It was just my father and me ever since my mother had died of influenza. My father was a scientist, inventor, whatever you want to call him. I called him mad. "

I could see that Kevin was trying to hold back emotion. The number of years shocked me but I waited for him to continue.

"He was always trying to find a way to make the perfect man, the perfect human being. I always told him that it was wrong- that humans would never be perfect- but he wouldn't listen. The more I backed talked the more I got experimented on. " He takes a breath, the only one knowing what happens next. I grip both hands together wanting for the story to end.

"One day, We had a big fight about my mother. I had went to bed early that night and he had gone off to his worn down lab to work on some chemical. During the night he woke me up, telling me that my mother would be so proud if I just drank this, that we would never fight again.

Of course I didn't want to fight so I took the chemical from him and drank it."

He finally looks down at me, his big magenta eyes getting a wet look to them.

"I never knew…but 200 years, Kevin? Why didn't you tell me?"

I was shocked but felt no rage. None, looking into his eyes I couldn't.

"I never wanted to come onto this subject." I raise a eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

There was a pause, the wind pushed against the house making it creak in unfamiliar places.

"Emma, you live forever. I…don't" I was speechless. I didn't want to believe it.

"You don't know that for sure, 200 years Kevin! That's longer than I've lived."

"No. In those painful moments of that…that poison rushing through my bloodstream my father let out all the details. Saying that this would change mankind, it would lengthen life spans by 3, 4 hundred years at the least. He told me that I had a good chance of 600, then I'd be pushing it."

"NO! I won't…." I couldn't finish anymore. I started to do the pathetic sobbing that a vampire do, no tears just sobbing that could lure in any prey. Kevin takes my hand and tugs on it for me to follow, I do welling, still sobbing. Out of the corners of my eyes I could see that we were going further down the hall. We stop at the last door and go in. I knew where I was right when I stepped through the doorway. His bedroom. My sobbing subsides while he slowly embraces me.

This was no ordinary embrace, I could feel in my flesh. His sweet scent was all around me, which made it even more tempting. I look up into his eyes and see that he was crying. He looked so beautiful, so fragile. Our lips touch-softly at first-then harder, intensifying with every second.

I keep in mind who this was, that this was Kevin. Not any the hunters out in the forest that fall in to my trap.

Unfortunately, I lose control.