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Chapter Seventeen- 1958: Anberliegh

Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out
See you later
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide
(Fuck!)
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we're headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can't give everything away
I won't give everything away

Headstrong: Trapt

I knew he was looking for me. Robert, my biological father, the sperm donor in the making of me. I hated him, as I knew he hated everything about me.

It was a rainy day in Finland. I had come here purely for the reason to let this man give his deal on what he wanted me to do and then I would be off.

If he accused me of being the reason I killed my mother I might just kill him myself. Hate surged through me again and I longed for the Cullen's. My only family. How I wished my mother were still alive. She would be able to keep away the evil men.

That was a lie if she would have been able to keep them away she would still be here.

I sighed as I walked to a small park bench and sat down, tossing some feed to nearby birds. The birds happily ate for a few minutes then suddenly took off.

"Hello Robert." I said without looking at him.

"You knew it was me, I guess you are a bit more powerful than originally thought."

If he only knew, he would probably try to dissect my brain.

"You have been searching for me?" I asked him. I wanted him to get to the point so I could go back to America.

"Yes, I want you to come with Me." he said.

"This I know."

"Not to try anything, we just want to talk to you."

"We is who exactly?" I asked.

"We is those who have had you made, you are part of an intricate plan that has spanned decades. It is time you accept that and accept your destiny."

"My destiny? My destiny is whatever I want it to be. You can't control it."

"You were bred for a purpose…"

I cut him off. "Did you people really believe that I would just go along with your plans? My mother told me that I could be anything I wanted and I made my future. That I was not to let others control me." I was fighting to keep control and talk at a level tone.

This man was infuriating.

"Rebecca was meddlesome and if you would have just shown yourself in that clearing she would be alive today." And there it was, he told me again that I was the reason she was dead.

I was shaking I was so upset and I couldn't do anything about it. The sun was starting to set and I stared at a shadow that a tree was casting thinking about that day.

Would she really still be alive? Was I the reason my own mother was dead?

"Did you ever love her, or was she just part of your plan?"

"She signed up for this. She knew what she was getting into. She had to go and get too attached to you. Stupid…"

"Don't you dare call her stupid, you jack ass."

"Now Anberliegh, there is no need for name calling. I know you loved your mother, how she would feel if she saw you treating me like this. She would be heartbroken, after all she was the one who taught you to respect your parents."

I sighed and he rubbed my back, the first sign of affection he ever gave me.

"Anberliegh, I am the only family that you have in this world. We have to stick together and be there for each other. You have to trust me."

"That is one thing I will never do. I will never trust you. I am going now Robert. I cannot participate in whatever you want me to, I just can't do it." I stood up keeping my back to him.

"It looks like I will need leverage."

I turned and looked at him.

"I will be back, with leverage and you will have to come with me. Be careful of your bonds Anberliegh." He warned.

I turned around and walked away, my hair blowing in the breeze of a storm that was forming.

I would have to be careful. Not give him any leverage.