Author's Note: As I write this, I will add warnings on the top of the chapter if I need to. Here are the new warnings: Mentions of off-screen abuse (physical), human trafficking, underage drug use and drinking. Reminder: not only did I change some of the characters' genders, and sexualities but their story lines too.

Such as: sewers weren't built in London until a little over 200 years after Carlisle was turned.

Electric shock therapy wasn't invented until later.

anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Chapter Two| EDWARD

On the top of one of the numerous warehouses on the outskirts of Port Angeles, Washington State I lay sprawled out next to the large skylight. The warehouse had been turned into a gothic inspired nightclub and was known only through secret online subscriptions. One could only know the password of the club every month by those who had accounts on the website, but even then, sometimes one could make better deals for the nightclub through the dark web. The theme for the month was vampires, which for someone who actually was one, found it quite humorous indeed.

I tried to study the skyline above me, my golden eyes, the symbol of what I was.

A symbol my family drank more animal blood than we did humans.

Archie, my shit of a vampire brother, had claimed we should wear clothes that would suit the club perfectly.

So, I was wearing a ruffled white pirate blouse, skintight black leather pants, thigh high light gray platform boots, and a velvet purple vest over the blouse. My rust-penny hued curls rested a few inches past my ears and with the right kind of hair products could make a girl melt even more. I wasn't interested in that, despite the amount of times I could have girls and sometimes boys almost drop to their knees to get my whole attention.

Archie was the color of sard stones, with short but still thick curls.

He wore similar clothes as me, only instead of wearing a purple vest over his blouse he was wearing a navy blue one. He was taller than he normally was because of the platform boots he was wearing, otherwise he would have been his normal five foot two height. He was thin and lithe and when he smiled everything felt so much better for a brief moment. He had joined the family in the early 1950's, having memory loss and miles away from the Mississippi State Hospital around a decade earlier. He didn't want to talk about it, not wanting to think he had been a part of the electric shock therapy or having lobotomies done to cure his insanity.

It didn't help that he was mixed during that time period, all he knew was his mother was African American while his father was Caucasian. He had dark enough skin, unique enough colored, vibrant enough that he wasn't able to get away with being Caucasian. He was self conscious about this back when he first became a vampire and joined our family, but within time he began to slowly accept he was of two races instead of just one.

His mate and my vampire sister, Jessamine, was a second-generation Hispanic immigrant. Her family had come over to America from Spain shortly after she had been born for a better life. She had been turned during the Civil War.

Her olive skin was always sprinkled with golden dust against her skin.

She wore a white ruffled blouse with an outside white corset. She had Archie tie it as hard as he could. Her long skirt was sheer and had different heights for the skirts, some of the skirts were pulled up on her thigh, while other parts went down to her ankle. Very designer, and out there, but Archie had designed and sewn the skirt for Jessamine and she loved it immensely, just like she loved him immensely. White leather feminine boots had heels that were thin and tall, thick enough one could have their throat punctured in seconds. She was a white clothed Spanish goddess.

I didn't have to look down through the skylight to see what Jessamine and Archie were doing, I already knew Jessamine was doing one of her Hispanic obscure dances she had learnt throughout the decades she had been in the family. Her long, thick obsidian hair she adored was pulled up in a high bun, and her white fabric flower only added to her appeal. She could go head to head with Shakira and come out on top. She could whisper someone to pour liquor over their heads and set themselves on fire for her if she wanted to, but Jessamine wasn't because it would gain too much attention and might possibly cause the warehouse nightclub to be set on fire.

Archie would dance alongside her, and through the decades of immortality she was able to teach him well enough he could keep up with her dances. He'd always pull out a fresh flower from his vest and throw it to her at the end of her dances despite the fact she thought it was too stereotypical for someone to do that. She accepted each flower he threw, and I knew she kept all his flowers he had gifted her throughout the decades in a wooden box.

The lights inside of the club were flashing to the beat, and from up here I could hear the movie for the night playing on the large screen televisions over the bar wall, 'The Crow'. The dark, gothic drapes that were spread throughout the club were here and there, and some of the couples were behind a few of those drapes making out and fulfilling their carnal desires. I could hear everything, including what the humans thought along with what my brother and sister were thinking. A side effect from the vampirism, I was thankfully paying more attention to the thumping of the music than the thoughts below.

Both of my darling siblings had their own side effects from their vampirism.

Jessamine could sense emotions around her, she could twist and turn the emotions to her benefit.

Archie on the other hand could see the future but the future was always changing, so it sometimes resulted in Archie having migraines that would last for a couple of hours. For now the both of them could focus on the ecstasy of the club around them, drink from those with cocaine laced through human blood, but only if they wanted to. Carlisle would be disappointed in us, even I was the only one who could call him my Sire. Jessamine knew her Sire, but Archie couldn't name his Sire.

My other two siblings, ones who shared the same Sire as me, were Royal and Eleanor. They were currently up in Seattle, having gone the extra hours from Forks in order to have their own agenda done their own way.

Royal Hale had been turned into a vampire after he caught his fiancée in the arms of a mobster in April of 1933.

A distant cousin of Al Capone of all people and just as ruthless, he had made sure to take care of Royal two weeks before Royal was to marry Rowena King.

He and his fellow gangsters had made sure to beat Royal into an inch of his life. Esme, our Sire's wife and mother for all intents and purposes, had wondered if Royal could possibly be my mate (sweet Esme, she cared not who loved who) and begged Carlisle to turn him. Carlisle did and the moment my dearest brother woke up he constantly reminded me how he didn't have a choice in the whole matter, he was turned against his will.

Eleanor McCarty was born and raised in Gatlinburg, Tennessee and was one of many children. She had run away from her home when she was twenty, after her parents had begun to interfere in her love life. She wanted to prove she could provide for not only herself but also her family, and ran away to the Appalachian Trail. She was attacked by a bear, Royal came across her, and demanded for Carlisle to turn her because she was what he knew would help him in this immortal life.

Carlisle wasn't too enthusiastic with how we obtained the human blood we had to ingest every three months for three days. He hated how we fell into the category of demons, as were any creatures that did not follow God and His Ways. He especially did not care how we were the children of Cain, having heard how God had turned Caine into a vampire. All of Caine's children would not be welcomed into Heaven, we were all to be delivered directly to Hell.

Carlisle had come from an Angelican family in the late 1640's, in London, England.

It was a time where Protestants had come into power and there was the prosecution of Roman Catholics and other religions. It often led to hunts for witches, werewolves, and vampires. Carlisle had to watch his father, a pastor, go after the creatures at night, and without a mother (his mother had died from childbirth), he had no one else to look up to.

He eventually had to lead the hunts himself, and had grown excited when he had heard there was a coven of vampires hiding near Epping Forest in the cave system of Gaping Gill. Carlisle had been consumed with having his dying father's pride and brought his group of clergymen before hunting the vampires, one of the vampires ended up biting Carlisle before he ran off into the cave. Carlisle was the only survivor of the attack, all of the rest of the clergymen had been killed by the vampires. Drank from until their blood was gone, and some had their heads bashed into the rock to kill them faster.

Carlisle spent three days and nights inside of the cave system, waking and drinking from the rats and other wild creatures that hid in the caves. He stayed away from populated places until the third month came and he drank from humans that lived the furthest from the human population. He wept the first few decades where he drank too much and actually killed them, until he perfected the right amount to keep them alive. He drank from blood banks, as did Esme, but I couldn't say the same when it came to me or my siblings.

I didn't move when I heard thumping off to the side, knowing it was one of my siblings that had come to see me.

Most likely they were wondering why I hadn't decided to come down and party with them. I already went to the grittier part of Port Angeles, I had drank from the lowest of the low. The sexual assaulters, drug dealers. Those who were child predators, they were the ones that I went after. I went for the abusers. The world was better off without them and although their blood tasted as disgusting as the said person they were drinking from, it still sustained me and the rest of my family for those three days and every three months.

"Are you done sulking up here? I know you aren't in the partying mood, you made sure to time your three days at a different time."

I turned my head to the side, noting how Royal was standing in front of me on the edge of the flat roof. He had his hair styled in a feminine manner, wore a skin tight red dress and black heels. His makeup was perfect and I knew he had the blood of whatever victim he finished off in Seattle upon his lips. He was beautiful, and I knew if Eleanor wasn't in the picture Royal and I would have fucked each other whenever we would want to. We had this sexual attraction to each other but Royal dismissed it and he dismissed me once Eleanor came into the picture.

Eleanor popped up seconds later, in a whirl, low with her legs bent down. Her head was turned to the side, her chocolate hued hair was in a high ponytail. She was wearing denim pants that were baggy enough they were only still on because of the leather belt she had on. A football jersey of her favorite national basketball team was cut to above her belly, she most likely had used some fabric scissors and cut it to be like that. She also had on a pair of her numerous tennis shoes she had bought multiple times online to keep them stocked up at home.

"Oh leave him alone, Royal," Eleanor remarked, rolling her eyes in a fond manner. She straightened up and hopped down from the high rise railing of the roof and onto the concrete. She made her way past me and glanced down through the skylight, watching the clubbers without any strong interest towards them. This wasn't her type of club.

Royal, who sometimes cross dressed as his alter ego Rosalie, when hunting for his next victims, smoothly made his way towards me. As he came closer I could tell there wasn't any blood that was obvious on him. He was too much of a perfectionist, if he got his dress and his shoes dirty he would have thrown a fit. He was a primadonna through and through.

Royal glanced off to the side, his lips pressed tightly together, before he let his eyes land on his mate peering down the skylight. He didn't sit down, that dress did cost a fortune and Royal was lucky he had such androgynous features and a figure that he could get away with being Rosalie without having himself caught.

"It's nearing morning, it's time we should head back," Royal mused, his voice soft and barely able to be heard. Thanks to our vampiric hearing and sight, I could see how he was tightened and quiet. He was always like this whenever he would infiltrate the sex trafficking events and save as many people and children as he could.

I noted in the corner of my eye Eleanor reaching her hand down to tap on the skylight, which in return would gain Jessamine's attention along with Archie's. Eleanor let her hand drop but it stopped two inches above the skylight, having allowed Archie to know if he didn't himself and Jessamine out she would make sure to break the skylight. She chuckled some and sent the bird to the two vampires while looking down, having succeeded in her quick thinking and reflexes though I honestly wondered if she thought she should have fallen through the skylight and landed next to them to gain their attention.

It didn't take long for Archie and Jessamine to arrive but during the time I waited I made sure to keep my eyes away from Royal. I didn't think about the night before Royal had run into Eleanor, of how we had fucked each other but with no strings attached. I was fine with the thought of just having a vampire-sibling-with-benefits with Royal. It was part of the reason why Royal hated me so much, of how I reminded him of the mistake he had made with me.

Jessamine appeared before her mate did, her white ensemble reminded me of the Mexican legend of La Lorena.

Only Jessamine was not a scorned lover who decided to drown her children in a river to get back at her husband for loving someone else and then drown herself in despair. She would punch me if I even showed any thoughts of the legend. She might not be motherly, but she wanted no remembrance of the time she spent in Mexico (including minor things such as legends and myths). She was a force to be reckoned with, she would kill someone without hesitance. She had done so before and she would do it again, but only for Archie I was certain.

Archie appeared a few seconds later, beaming brightly at us as he popped up.

He wrapped his arms around her and looked comically compared to her even with the high boots. He barely went past her elbows and always leant his head against one of her arms. He was always touching her and she would send soft smiles down at him, whisper sweet nothings to him in Spanish and he would soak up all she would give him.

"Perfect timing, E. If it weren't for you signaling us to come up I'm certain we would be running from the police for starting a fight in the club," Archie chirped, sending a large smile towards Eleanor. Eleanor chuckled and rolled her eyes.

I didn't tease back, knowing Archie was the only one who could joke about things like this when it subtly mentioned Jessamine's famous jealousy. Oh how she was jealous when it came to anyone paying too much attention to her Archie. She would have fought anyone who thought they could win the hand of the only person she loved, though that would probably result in the person dying because she wasn't a normal woman.

We all jumped off the roof and landed perfectly, barely making a sound, and barely noticing the couple that was making out against the side of the warehouse. I curled my nose back, I had never been someone who was into public sex. The one night I did have sex and ultimately lost my virginity to Royal of all people, we had done so in the forest but even then it was hours away from the population. I had gone back to the house like a teenage girl giving herself to the high school quarterback. I was embarrassed and knew it had been in the heat of the moment.

Archie turned away from the couple, and grabbed Jessamine's hand before he skipped in the direction of where our cars were parked. He stopped suddenly when we were in the actual parking lot and flinched, a quick expression of anguish apparent. My heart sank in my stomach, and I knew why he was making that exact expression.

It was about Bree, our littlest sister.

Thirty years ago on a night like this, where we thankfully had already drank our required human blood, we had heard screaming from a sketchy part of the current city we were living near. A girl of fifteen was kicking and screaming as a group of men were dragging her towards an unmarked van. Her father was collecting money, and it didn't take a genius or a mind-reader (me) to realize the father was selling his daughter off to some traffickers so he could buy more drugs. Royal had been livid and killed the father while we went after the men.

Royal had this softness towards children and helpless teenagers.

It had to do with one of his dreams when he was human, other than marrying Rowena King.

It was to become a father.

He would have been one of those fathers in the lives of his children and he wouldn't force them to marry who he wanted them to marry. He would be a better father than his own father was…so seeing this father carelessly sell off his daughter for his drug fix had set off the demon inside of him.

Bree had crumbled in the arms of Royal out of all of us, Royal had wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. She had begged to stay with us and after asking to know what we were a few days later, we had told her what we were (partly that had to do with Archie going ahead and telling her before she could officially ask us aloud) she requested we turn her.

Royal's thoughts during the process of her turning into a vampire were chaotic, and he stayed by her side the whole time.

Despite the fact Carlisle was the one who bit her and gave his venom for her drink while he drank her blood, Royal seemed to be the one she connected to in a fatherly manner. He was only eighteen (going on nineteen) when he had been turned, and despite the fact they had a three year age difference in appearances it didn't matter to Bree.

"What happened? Did she have another night terror? She must have seen me dressed like this–"

Royal reached his hands up and ran his fingers through his luxurious blond hair. He always either had it up in a high bun or just free down his back.

Vampires weren't supposed to sleep, but sometimes vampires would hibernate from the world when they grew tired of it. We could only sleep up to three days (again with the whole number three, a mockery towards us never ascending to Heaven), and during that time it was common for us to have night terrors depending on what had happened before we had fallen asleep.

Bree was addicted to sleep, to a point it was concerning. If we were able to send her to a therapist I was certain it would be possible. Only that was the thing about vampires, there was no way we could go to therapy or even become therapists. It was no wonder why we were always depicted as depressed and sullen from the world.

Archie merely sighed and nodded his head, his golden eyes were briefly lined with crimson around the pupil. It would go away by the end of the week. For now it would only remind those around us how we had to fall into the darkest desires…the bloodlust. It was best to submit and drink the human blood on a schedule or else.

Royal was gone in seconds after that, in the front passenger seat of Eleanor's white off terrain jeep she always drove around when she could. Eleanor rushed off after her husband. She, herself, had never been someone who was looking forward to marriage or having children when she was human. She would do that after she proved herself. She still had a weird relationship with Bree, Esme was the one who suited the mother role better for Bree than Eleanor.

I climbed into the back of the black BMW Archie had recently purchased last year and dismissed the scent of the fruity car spray. Archie hopped into the front driver's seat and Jessamine got into the front passenger seat, before Archie drove us out of our spot that was further away from the rest of the cars. Archie was very protective over his cars, Royal was just as bad, but Archie had always been someone who loved luxury and name brands.

Jessamine turned on the radio and one of her favorite obscure Spanish music artists continued her song from where she had left off the last time the radio was on. I leant back against the leather backseat of the car, knowing things would be more complicated when we would arrive back at the house. Royal was already a nightmare to begin with, whenever Bree was upset or something happened that had to do with her, he would react a little more than a normal sane person would.

"So there is someone else I was looking out for before the whole Bree thing," Archie spoke up, Jessamine let her eyes flicker towards her mate and narrowed her eyes. Archie shot her an assuring smile but I couldn't get a read on what Archie said. He always recited foreign poems from the medieval era or whatever era he fancied in his mind.

"This better not be about Chief Swan's kid. I couldn't care less about her," I warned him, making Archie roll his eyes and snort as if he had thought me saying this was one of the most hilarious things he had ever heard.

"I think I'll get along with her swimmingly. She had the chief rent a U-Haul and put all her furniture she wanted to bring with her in it. They are going to spend tomorrow unpacking their things and getting her room prepared. She has excellent taste, kind of out there, but she's not helpless when it comes to fashion–"

"I said I didn't care about her. I don't give a shit about the girl you claim will change me. I'm more concerned about Bree than some human," I announced, having to keep my voice from becoming bitter and annoyed. The last thing I needed was for Jessamine to start yelling at me, telling me to leave Archie alone.

Archie didn't know boundaries.

Archie didn't do boundaries.

More often than not when he didn't have boundaries towards subjects we didn't want to discuss he was right when it came to that. It was fucking annoying, though we did smirk some behind hands against mouths when we were the ones in the right.

Archie didn't speak anymore about that girl.

I was glad about it, I wasn't surprised if he had gone on all the social media sites and stalked her. He would know what she looked like before she would come here and he would know her interests. I was hopeful the girl wasn't one who was too interested in social media. I didn't even have a MySpace or a Facebook.

When we came to the outskirts of our current town we were residing in, Forks, I felt my body loosen up some. Being close to the house and making sure Bree was in her right mind was more important to me at the moment more than anything else. She was my little sister, she loved each and every one of us fiercely and was not afraid of us when she learnt what we were.

The Cullen Residence was a good twenty minutes from town, and other than the unique mailbox that was an exact replica of the house one wouldn't know where to find it. The house was further back, less convenient in my opinion but we needed more privacy. The driveway was a road path, no concrete, and the residence was within an oval shaped meadow filled to the brim with native flowers and other foliage. There were little lights that were lining either side of the dirt path.

The house was three stories tall, an intricate worn washed brick and a rich crimson hue.

There was a spiral tower (which technically was the third floor) that led up to the attic, and was Bree's bedroom. There were stained glass windows around the tower and when the sunlight shimmered in the morning it was the most beautiful scene one would find. The second floor of the cottage had all of our bedrooms (mates paired up, and since I was the only one who wasn't mated other than Bree I had my own bedroom and she had hers) and three bathrooms. There was crawling ivy and other greenery that was caked through the brick. The windows were white washed and gothic inspired, some of them were stained glass on the first floor. The second floor had some modern twinged windows that were still purposely weathered to look old, being the handled windows one had to crank to open.

There was a basement too, where we had a large rectangular salt water swimming pool.

There were lounge chairs that were built into a higher platform of the swimming pool. Lights lined the border of the swimming pool, sending out a modern clear strip of light. A glass mirror the exact size as the swimming pool was above it, and since the back of the mirror was not silver we were able to have our reflections shown. Music was playing under water, always attached to music artists all eight of us liked for when we wanted to swim.

Unsurprisingly Esme was pacing back and forth on the front oak porch.

Her caramel wavy hair rested against her small, sparrow-like shoulders. She had on a cream hued button up blouse, along with comfortable jeans and some soft sandals. Her left wrist held her pandora bracelet that had multiple charms we bought for her through the holidays. Her milky white skin looked even paler on the porch, the pallid tone to her skin was a symptom of her vampirism. She was curvier than a normal woman, plump but as far as I knew there was nothing wrong with a woman having more to her figure than a normal woman did.

She turned, her sweet features brightening up when she saw our cars pulling up to the house. She would have smothered out the end of her cigarette bud if she smoked but she never did. Her abusive human husband smoked immensely when he was alive. I was more than pleased to track him down while she was in the middle of her transformation and end his pathetic life. He had made her run away with their newborn son, who ended up dying within a matter of days, and in her sorrow she had thrown herself off of a cliff.

Carlisle had been put on morgue duty, not expecting the girl who came from French Canadian parents and fell out of an apple tree to appear years later. The young girl who had broken her arm and he had casted wasn't sixteen anymore. She was thirty-five, two years older than the age he had been when he was turned. He had heard her heart beating, knew she was alive, and after he stole her and took her to the house he rented with me he turned her.

From that moment on, I had a mother again.

It had been three years since I had a mother.

Three years prior I was on one of the few mattresses in my Chicago apartment overcome with the Spanish Influenza. My mother, my beautiful mother Elizabeth Masen, peered at me tired and cold. Her hair stuck to her skin and dark circles were under her vibrant green eyes we both shared. Carlisle had been in charge of staying with us, to check on our progress and call the ambulance once we died. I had been on the verge of sleep when it happened.

I heard my mother telling him she had an idea of what he was, possibly a fallen angel trying to bring himself back into the Lord's good graces (she wasn't too far from that). She could feel the saintly aura that radiated him and begged him to turn me, to take me. She begged for him to be my protector and with this she took her last breath.

Then I was drinking Carlisle's venom, he sunk his teeth into my throat and drank from me.

Three days later I woke up in a small hut-like house with just running water and no electronics. The rooms were spare and Carlisle had sat fresh clothes onto the end of the bed. He handed me a cup of human blood and for that day along with the next two all I could think about was blood. I had no interest in asking him what I was, or why I was drinking blood. I was too focused on making sure I would satisfy the odd desire.

Going up to the front porch I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around Esme, thankful once again she was in my life. She hugged me back and ran her fingers through my hair in a motherly manner. She was allowing me to know everything was fine. Bree was going to be fine, despite the fact her human trauma had carried itself into her vampire life.

After Esme took some deep breaths, despite the fact we didn't need to breathe to begin with, before she entered the house through the antique round front door. I entered behind her, thankful we were in the house after a long night out at the nightclub.

The open front room of the cottage was rustic yet modern at the same time.

It was filled with greenery, plants everywhere.

The leather sectional was at the right side of the front room, with a stone rustic fireplace where the stones went from the bottom of the wall all the way up to the ceiling. An antique rug in the shades of grey and blue covered the spot where the sectional was along with the wooden tree stump that was in front of it. The fireplace was lit, it was the traditional fireplace where you had logs instead of a gas switch. Bookshelves were on either side of the fireplace, filled to the brim with books from back when Carlisle had first been turned into a vampire. To the left side of the front room there was the kitchen, which was styled in a farmhouse aesthetic. The deep green painted cabinets, along with the wooden kitchen island that seated up to five people and a dining table against the left side of the kitchen island, which sat around another five people. Candles were in the middle of the dining table, which were the colors of green and white–the scents of vanilla and pine. A modern chandelier was above the dining table while there was an antler chandelier above the sitting area. To the right of the room there was a hallway which led to a library along with Esme and Carlisle's offices.

Carlisle was sitting on the leather sectional rubbing his fingers against his forehead.

Carlisle looked just like an archangel.

He had golden hair that was always combed perfectly, symmetrical features and a slightly toned figure. He always wore turtlenecks and old person vests that were horribly patterned. He had a hoarding problem with them too. He took great care of them, he still had some from the 1940's but he didn't wear them all the time.

He perked up when he glanced over and saw me in the front room.

He came over to me and hugged me, while I gave him an awkward hug back.

I still wasn't someone who was accustomed to touching people, even my adoptive parents.

I knew it saddened them sometimes but at a hundred and four years old I could honestly say it most likely never will be better no matter how many centuries would pass by.

"How is she?"

"She's shaken up. Despite Esme trying to comfort her all she was doing was asking for Royal over and over again," Carlisle informed me before his mind went briefly back to when Bree had been screaming bloody murder over her night terror. I was at least glad she never remembered what her nightmares were, it was the only saving grace for her night terrors.

I hummed back at him before bidding him goodnight and went upstairs on the winding wooden staircase before I entered the hallway upstairs. It was simple and there were photographs that lined either wall of the hallway from all different time periods. Esme had an addiction in taking photographs of us throughout the decades. She even had other people come up and take pictures for her, all she had to do was give them a sweet look and they were tripping over their feet in order to do what she wanted them to do. She used her hypnotism for good.

The walls of the hallway were a cream hue, just like the walls downstairs.

The flooring was an oak just like the front room and simple light fixtures were throughout the hallway, sending out a warm glow. A large stained-glass window was at the end of the hallway.

Going into my bedroom, which was on the other side of the hallway, next to the staircase that led up to the attic I let out a sigh of relief for having the chance to reprieve from the rest of my family (Royal and Eleanor's bedroom was straight across from the staircase that led upstairs for whenever Bree would have her night terrors).

I'd like to say my bedroom didn't reflect my personality but then I'd be lying.

It was just as moody as I was.

The others would simply give me exasperated looks since their bedrooms would be warmer vibes than mine was. I didn't judge them for their aesthetics they had in their bedrooms and I'd like for them to not do so with mine but then again beggars couldn't be choosers.

My bedroom wasn't large but it wasn't small, it was cozy for me.

The walls were a deep navy, while my bedspread on my queen sized bed was a deep brown.

A navy blue afghan blanket was at the bottom of my bed, folded neatly.

The flooring was a soft gray carpet and a brown leather bench was at the end of my bed, with some autobiographies of my favorite composers. The wall that wasn't completely made up of windows was of floating shelves that had both vinyl records and also CDs. There was a vinyl record player from the 1970's that I still used along with a state of the art small stereo that worked wonders and one where I could blast my music without a care in the world.

I plopped down onto my bed and turned on my side, moaning against the pillows that matched my bedspread along with my blanket at the end of my bed. I contemplated sleeping for three days so I could avoid the whole chief's daughter coming to town. I knew it would only delay the inevitable and I would make Bree worried about me. I was her favorite brother because I didn't demand to know how she was doing all the time. I left her to her own devices.

I could hear the soft conversation going on between Royal and her upstairs in the tower but I focused instead on the sound of the rain that was beginning to pour outside. I focused on the fact I was glad Bree didn't go to school. She stayed home and did online classes. She was too unstable when it came to her emotions in public; it would make it difficult for her to go to high school.

A small part of me considered going online and checking to see what this girl looked like, the girl that Archie claimed would change my life all together. I almost scoffed at the ideal. I didn't need a relationship with someone, not only one who was a human, but also because I knew relationships were messy.

Footsteps came down the hallway and I turned on my side to face my bedroom door when it cracked open a little bit. Carlisle, who always smelt like a hospital due to him being a doctor, gave me a small smile. He informed me he would be in his office for the rest of the night if I needed him before he shut the door behind him.

I grabbed my Ipod Nano and my headphones before hooking the headphones up.

I turned it on and scrolled through the playlist before I found Clair De Lune by Debussy and turned it up as high as I could. I snuggled more into my bed and closed my eyes, focusing on one of my few havens that I had.