A/N All Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer
Sorry it took so long to update...I'm trying real hard to be gangster and write two stories at once...sometimes it gets a little hard to cross contaminate stories..so far, so good thou :) So anyways..I hope you enjoy this...
CPOV
Emily and Sam were sitting at the kitchen table when I got back. Sam looked pissed; not that I could blame him. My disappearing acts lately would have pissed even my parents off; and Sam and my dad were so much a like it wasn't even funny.
"Carly can you come in here?" Sam called as I slid my feet out of my wet converse. I padded across the wood floor in my pink and orange striped toe socks and sat down across from Sam and Emily. I set the black bag on the table in front of me.
"Where did you run off to?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble.
"I went to my PopPop's house. I wanted to know about Edward Cullen, and since neither of you were going to tell me, I went to the one person who would," I said defiantly sticking my chin out.
Sam sighed and ran his hands through his graying hair. Emily patted his arm. "Carly," he began, his voice weary, "Emily and I were going to tell you about Edward, about everything; just not today."
"Then when Sam?" I grabbed the bag and fiddled with the zipper.
"What's in the bag Carly?" Emily asked softly.
"Something I found in the floor, in the closet in Mom's old room," I told them as I unzipped the bag. "It's got all these old photos of my mom and her friends in it; and the strange thing is," I pulled the photos out and set them on the scarred wooden table, "Edward Cullen, the same Edward Cullen who dated my mom forty something years ago, is in one of them, and amazingly enough, he somehow managed to avoid aging. He looks the same in this picture as he did the day my mom died, and the same as he did when I saw him in the woods the other day. I know you two," I pointed to Sam and Emily, "know something. I'd like to know what."
I sat back feeling rather smug, all that disappeared when Sam began his story. He cleared his throat then looked at Emily, who looked back at him and nodded.
"Edward Cullen is a vampire," he stated.
I snorted, "Are you freaking serious?"
"Don't use language like that Carly," Emily chided.
I stared into their faces; they both appeared to be serious. "You can't expect me to believe that. There are no such things as vampires," I scoffed.
"There are," Sam said sadly, "And so much more. More than you ever imaged possible."
"Next your going to tell my Masen's a werewolf, and my aunt Rebecca is a witch," I sneered.
Emily cleared her throat, "It's a very likely possibility that Masen could become a werewolf."
"WHAT?!?" I shrieked and jumped out of my chair.
"The Quileute tribe descends from wolves; didn't your father ever tell you this story?"
I nodded, "Yea, the Quileute's came from wolves to protect the tribe from the 'cold ones' and blah, blah, blah. It's just a legend, that stuff's not true."
Sam looked at me somberly, "I'm afraid it is, Carly."
I shook my head no, "No its not, Sam. It's just a legend."
Sam and Emily sighed, "I told you she was going to be difficult. I guess you're going to have to show her."
"Wait, what? Show me? What are you going to show me?" I backed slowly toward the living room, terribly afraid all of a sudden.
Sam and Emily stood. "Come out back Carly," Emily said, motioning me toward the back porch. I followed her timidly.
"What is he going to show me?" I asked softly.
"That vampires; and werewolves, exist, now watch." Emily pointed across the yard at Sam's retreating figure. He started to run, slowly at first, but picking up speed then all of a sudden Sam's clothes exploded like confetti around his body and Sam was gone; on the grass in front of me stood a large grayish black snarling wolf.
I screamed and dashed behind Emily. The wolf stopped snarling, and a wheezy bark escaped its open jowls. I peeked around Emily's shoulder; the wolf on the lawn appeared to be smiling at me.
"Oh my God Emily, oh my god. Is that Sam? That can't be Sam, it's just not possible."
Emily pulled me next to her and wrapped her arms around my waist, "It's Sam, sweetie. He was the alpha wolf of the Quileute pack. Your father would have been, but he let Sam have the title. Your father was a werewolf too, and Leah, Quil, Paul, Jared, and Embry. They protected the pack from two vampires who were trying to kill your mom, Laurent and Victoria. I'm sure Charlie told you about your mom's accident in Phoenix, right?"
I nodded. "It wasn't an accident. Victoria's mate, James, was trying to kill her. He would have if the Cullen's didn't save her. Edward left her right after that, he figured that it was his fault she was attacked by the nomadic clan in the first place, and that she would be better off without him. He went a little crazy and started stalking your mom. There was a huge showdown about it, Jake said he thought Edward was going to kill your mom; he grabbed a hold of her and basically threatened to kill her. The whole, if I can't have you, no one can thing. I don't know what happened to him after that, but he's not a nice person."
I stood on the porch stunned. There was no way this could all be true, vampires and werewolves, seriously.
"Sam," Emily called to the large black wolf, "run home and change."
The wolf barked and dashed off toward the woods. I watched him disappear into the woods. "So see, that's why Bella was always telling you to stay out of the woods, because they aren't safe."
Emily and I went back into the kitchen. She leaned against a faded wood counter while I sank into a cushioned chair, staring at the table in disbelief. "This can't be true, I mean seriously?"
Emily chuckled, "That's what I said." She crossed the kitchen and sat down across from me, taking my hands into hers, "But it is Carly, there's a whole other world out there, one that only a specific group of people ever get to see; get to know about. It's a world that must be kept secret, you understand that right? You can never tell your brothers or your friends about these things; its part of your heritage, part of you now, and it's a burden you must carry alone."
I nodded solemnly, "I understand."
"I hope so," Emily said softly, "Terrible things could happen if these secrets were ever revealed."
The back door open and Sam slipped inside. I cowered in my seat. "It's okay Carly," he said.
"How, I mean why, did that happen to you?" I asked in a small voice.
Sam shrugged, "the vampires. The Cullen's came back to the area and all of the direct decedents of Quileute elders started changing. Once the Cullen's left, the transformation stopped. It goes back to an old Quileute legend."
I sat there trying to pick apart what I'd just seen, trying to compartmentalize it and make it all make sense. I stood up and looked Emily and Sam in the eye, "thank you for telling me the truth, but now I need to figure out what to do with it. I'm going to go for a walk."
"Don't go in the woods," Sam called as I slipped out the back door. As I shut the door behind me, I heard him say to Emily, "she's going into the woods isn't she?"
I jogged down the stairs leading to the yard and made a beeline for the woods. It was dusk, the yard slowly growing dim, but under the canopy of leaves it was already dark. I followed my familiar trail into the heart of the woods. There's no way Edward was a vampire, I thought as I stumbled over an exposed tree root. Vampires are the stuff of legends, products of authors over active imaginations, not actual living, breathing creatures of the underworld. Wait, do vampires even breathe? I wondered.
"No we don't actually need to breathe," a voice said softly behind me.
I screamed and backed into a tree. "Well at least you have more common sense than your mother did," Edward said as he crept toward me, his dark eyes flashing hungrily in the near darkness. My heart started beating faster, my palms sweaty.
"Don't speak about my mother like that," I said defiantly, feigning more bravery than I actually felt.
"I warned her to be scared of me, and instead she fell in love with me," he stared at me sadly, "you remind me so much of her that if I had a heart it would ache terribly right now."
Run, my brain screamed at me, run like hell. Edward smiled; his lips twisting into a crooked smile that made my knees feel like jello. "You could run," he said, pretending to ponder the thought, "But I am, after all, a vampire, and that means, in case you were wondering, that I could catch you, like that." He snapped his long, slender fingers. The sound echoed off the trees.
"Stop doing that," I demanded.
"Doing what?" he asked, "I'm not doing anything."
"You are. You're like, reading my mind or something. It's annoying."
He gazed at me, "That's one way you are not like your mother. I could not, no matter how hard I tried, hear what she was thinking."
"Lucky her," I muttered.
"So I see Sam and Emily Uley told you the truth about your family; and mine as well, I suppose?"
I nodded, "Well, Emily kinda let it slip by accident, and then in the floor of my mom's old bedroom, there was a black bag with pictures in it. Pictures of you, and some other people; and I kinda, well I kinda put it together that either you were a spitting image of your father or that there was something else about you."
"Oh really?"
"Mhmm, then Emily told me about someone named James-" Edward snarled low in his throat, I grimaced, "and how there was an accident in Phoenix and James tried to kill her. And how you-well how you left her." I whispered the last part, and thought about what Pop said about Mom's terrible nightmares and her screaming.
In front of me Edward winced, "Think about something else, please," he hissed. The first thing that popped into my head was a song, a few lines floated through my mind, flooded with all this pain, knowing that I'll never hold ya, like I did before the storm.
"Thank you," Edward said, the pain on his face subsiding. "Um, you're welcome," I said, though I had no idea what I'd done to hurt him. Then I remembered thinking of my mom, and her scream filled nightmares.
"Carly-" Edward hissed again.
"Oh, oops sorry." I thought back to the song again, you always say the heart is not a home without the one who gets you through the storm.
"Thank you." He said and looked at me, "On second thought, maybe it was a good idea I couldn't hear what your mom was thinking."
"So, okay, are you like, for real, a vampire?" I asked. Edward chuckled, "Perhaps."
"Okay, see now your just messing with me. Vampires aren't real," I said boldly and pushed my self away from the tree I'd been cowering against.
"Really?" Edward asked, intrigued.
I flipped my hair, "yes, really. I have to go." I started to walk away. My arm brushed against his coat, and he reached out, lightening quick and grabbed my wrist.
"Carly, wait."
I gazed at his pale fingers gripping my wrist. "Your hands are freezing, you should buy some gloves," I said, trying to pull away from him. Edward turned and closed the distance between us.
"Vampires are real," he said, his face hovered just inches from mine, "I am a vampire." His breath swirled around my mouth and nose. I couldn't help it, my eyes slid shut as the scent danced and dazzled my senses.
"Vampires aren't real," I mumbled, hoping he'd come closer so I could have another taste. "Carly," Edward commanded, that delicious smell wafted around my head again, "Look at me."
I slowly opened my eyes and gazed into his face. It was such a pretty face; I could stare at it for hours and never get bored. "Hmm?" I asked lazily.
"Stay away from me," he said evenly.
"How come?" I asked; still intoxicated by the scrumptiousness he exuded.
"Because, I will kill you the first chance I get. And if I manage to restrain myself, I will destroy your life."
I gasped, the spell immediately broken. I yanked my wrist out of his hand and ran like hell for home, never looking back. How my mother managed to process this, I'll never know.
Woods, werewolves and vampires, oh my!
Reviews are better than standing in close proximity to a scrumdidilyumptious Edward Cullen
So now that you've read it..this is how Bella should have reacted to finding out he was a vampire...all "what the duck!" and "Oh snap!" not, oh your a vampire, okay...lets get married and have mutant half breed vampire babies..
