Iris had gotten better with trying not to attack everyone over the next few months. My family called frequently to pester us. They wanted to meet her even though she might not be able to behave herself if Edward brought Bella over. Esme tried to guilt me into a trip home every time she got hold of me.

Alice invited Iris and I to Bella's birthday party. I had tried to refuse but Iris wanted to go to meet my family. We agreed that we would go only if she stayed by my side and that we would stay on the opposite side of the room from Bella. I would make sure Iris wouldn't hurt anyone.

Iris was bored on the drive to Forks. She played around with the radio but gave up after not finding anything she liked. She started to watch the rain drops hit the windshield but became bored of that too. She sighed shifting in her seat.

"Whats wrong?" I asked slightly annoyed at all of the movement.

"How do you do it? It takes forever. I would rather be out there." She replied pointing out the window.

"You would rather be in the rain then in my car?"

"I don't mean in the rain. I mean running."

"Am I boring you?"

"Not you. There isn't anything to do in the car." She complained.

"We could talk." I offered.

"HHhhmmm...What were you like when you were human?" Iris asked.

"The same as I am now."

"No. I mean what were you like? You were nineteen when your brother Jasper changed you?" She asked.

"Yes. We were in the Civil War together. He was Major Jasper Whitlock back then. The youngest Major in the military. He taught me some of his fighting technique before he became a vampire. He found me laying in a field after I had gotten shot by a man who was drunk. It was late and I was looking for a place to spend the night when I walked passed the pub. The man followed me. When I turned to face him he grinned. There was something in his eyes. I knew he was crazy and I knew he was beyond reason. I could sense that something bad was going to happen if I didn't get away. I did the only thing I could think of. I ran. He followed me easily. He couldn't have been much older than I was, but he was built more than me. He shot me in the back from twenty yards away." I paused glancing over at Iris. "He walked over to me casually and spat on me. He told me that I had killed his brother, and that he was going to make sure that I paid for taking his brother's life. He stabbed me before leaving me to die. He had planed that the animals would finish me off."

"What did he mean you killed his brother?" Iris asked softly.

"When I was thirteen, I fell in love with a girl named Rebbecca. She was sixteen. Our parents had planned on us getting married. They wanted us to wait until I was seventeen before we got married. I agreed to wait a few years. I did everything I could for Becca. I walked her to and from church every Sunday, and to the store when she needed to get something. On our two year anniversary of being engaged I planned a picnic in the meadow. It was cloudy that day and Becca didn't really want to go. I had to beg her to go with me." I remembered. "We had just finished eating and she was going to kiss me when we heard a noise from the forest. Her brother came out from the woods, badly injured. Before I could stop her, she ran to him. He was followed by three Union soldiers. The two younger men didn't see her when they shot..."

"They killed her?"

I nodded keeping my eyes on the road. "Her brother died later that night. She died two days later. After that I lost it. I felt like part of me had died. I constantly lashed out at my sisters and decided to run away from home. At the age of fifteen I joined the Confederate Army. Eventually I found the two that killed Becca and her brother and slaughtered them. Soon after I found the third and killed him too."

I glanced at Iris again. She was looking at the floor.

"Do you think different of me now that you know my past? The monster I was?" I asked.

"No. They killed an innocent girl." She answered. "No matter what you do or did I will always love you."

"Is there anything else you want to know?" I asked taking her hand.

"You and Jasper lived in Texas?" She asked.

"Yup." I answered.

"What was it like growing up in the 1850's?"

"Errr..school wasn't really a priority. My parents had money. More than most families but they weren't loaded. I had one older sister named Clara, and three younger sisters named Annie, May, and Nellie. Clara was one year older than me. She was really annoying. Always telling me what to do." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Annie, May, and Nellie were so cute. They liked to pull pranks on me. May was five years younger, and Annie and Nellie were seven years younger than me. My parents wanted me to go to school and make something of myself. They were furious when they found out I had been skipping class to spend more time with my little sisters. After I got engaged to Becca she forced me to go to school."

"Your sisters didn't have a nanny or anything?"

"They did. She was just as angry with me as my parents were. She is the one that busted me. She thought they were sneaking off to get her in trouble. She caught me sneaking them out the back door and chased me down." I laughed remembering.

"What did your parents look like?" Iris asked.

"My father had wheat blond hair and deep green eyes. Nellie and Annie looked like him, their hair was really curly. My mother had reddish hair with gray eyes. Clara, May and I looked like her. We all had wavy hair." I explained.

"I have noticed your hair is kinda shaggy. You should let me cut it."

"Now there is a thought." I chuckled. "Alice, Esme and Rose would have a shock. They have wanted me to get it cut for a long time."

"You should let me cut it. I brought my hair supplies. I could do it before we get there." She said excited.

"How much do you want to hack off?" I asked.

"I wouldn't be hacking it off. I would be trimming it. Just trust me. When we stop to get gas I'll cut your hair." She told me.

Sure enough when I stopped to tank up she attacked me with her scissors. She didn't want me to see what it looked like, but I knew it was about an inch shorter. I decided to put on the radio for the rest of the short drive.

"I know this song." Iris stated when a 'Plain White T's' song came on. "You sang this to me before."

"Yup. Its called 1 2 3 4." I said.

"I liked hearing you sing it." She murmured.

I decided I was going to have to play the guitar for her once we got to my house. I couldn't wait to show her around the house and for her to meet my family. Hopefully Rosalie and Alice wouldn't plan on kidnapping her to play dress up.