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[Abby Jane Daily]

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Outfit For The Day

There up the winding
drive of pale gravel and ever green guided road sat the large abode of Mr.
and Mrs. Cullen. She had been careful not to disturb the neighborhood were-wolves, if there were any to worry about. An exhausted looking figure stood at the end of the beginning of the road. Her grim featured face was long and graceful, her nose had a clever scoop to it, as it led to large fiery optics, and thin perfectly curving honey brown brows hovering tightly over. Her lush plump lips were tight in a line against erect and pearl white teeth. Abby's skin was a match to the huge full ivory essence floating above Earth, in outer space. It saw every thing, from the shinning auburn headed girl to from what she remembered the little golden infant she once despratly craddled in her arms as her own son. A shudder rippled violently threw out the females bodice, literally shaking her pink fabricated shoulders. She had been running for about a month to come where she stood at that very moment. Tears should of swelled in her large optics, causing a red puffiness to occur directly below the two blazed orbs. The breath that Abby had been holding for hours finally released causing her chest to expand out ward, and smells to inhale into her nose. A crippling shock ripped threw her whole presence. It was blood, something human. It had been months, maybe a year since she last devoured a juicy human, and her eyes were growing wide and her nostrils widened, in either surprise or fear. Two small granite balls formed at her sides. Abby's teeth clenched together, she froze. Fire punched down her throat to her stomach, it burned like eating flames. Her whole head throbbed in a dizzy swirl. Slowly she took in another breathe, new scents, more vivid ones entered. Seconds turned to minutes and she let her nose uncrinkle. The blood smelled extremely faint, more like right after cooking something should of, that was one thing that had caused her so much pain. The fire simmered down and any trace of discomfort was replaced with curiosity, she remembered that the Cullens hunted like her. A hope, silently flickered in her gut. She swallowed hard and listened more closely, realizing that there were no heart beats to match the scents, that meant something more, the Cullen's most of them, went to high school. She remembered hearing the oldest Cullen boy had never gotten married . . . and he had managed to be 'content' that way. But it didn't matter, she would consider him in a family way, if only they would allow her. She inhaled again, still extremely cautious. Something was burning her nose now, like white flames, it reeked. Abby ignored it moments later and at first slowly crept to wards the large and beautiful home. Quickly she ran a hand threw her tangled locks, and put on a faint smile. Within seconds she had decided to blur to the front door. There she stood, quietly she cleared her throat and took a deep breath more for the old habit of steadying herself. Her large orange optics were wide and excited, with a flick of her icy wrist she knocked against the door, one, two, three times. She stepped back a step and froze awaiting for a chance to fulfill a hope. Please let my morals guide me to say the right things, please don't let them attack me; she thought.

[Esme Cullen]

_{With grace and essential poise a pair of granite hard yet marble smooth snow painted hands fluttered about right in front of a small and magic looking woman, doing small chores. The texture of this flesh was nothing compared to the temperature. Even she, being an alien organism for some time now, shuddered at the obvious speed being portrayed so delicately. It was odd how some things happen to occur. Like how Esme had found Carlisle and Edward, then finding Rosalie who found Emmett. Sometime afterwards Jasper and Alice found them unlike the others. Though of course she wasn’t really their mother, but the love that kindled for every one of the Cullen youth was enough to suffocate Esme. A little ball of heat formed in the pit of her stomach, sending heat threw her iced veins. Goosebumps rose on her bare arms.
Soon enough Esme's lovely Rose and dashing Emmett would be flying the nest, once again. A brief sigh escaped her lush lips; it sounded rather a purr by a pampered kitten. "Alice," she didn't even have to call out, just let the hem of a well-known whisper float prudently, the joy of being supernatural she supposed.
It was time I started preparations for a small little party. Though they had lived in the house for months now, it was only natural for Esme to get bored and want to start up a little get together, maybe for just the ladies of the abode.
Mmmm . . . she thought humbly at what to prepare. Of course everyone wouldn't be eating but it's better to over cook than under cook. Esme let her mind wander for a few moments as she waited for a pixie-featured daughter of hers to flutter into the well-crafted kitchen. Alice had been Esme's couture' partner in party crimes for a while now, she and herself had made some of the most elegant festivities around. A small smirk flickered upon her heart shaped face, the dimples bulging as well, with fond memories of all Rosalie’s weddings and Esme's as well. A deep hope and knowing burned bright inside of the future one to come, Alice and Jasper's, she wanted them to get married. It made her so nervous to know how her free spirited daughter and son were living in sin, though it shouldn't count it did. Esme and the rest of the Cullen have still had morals. Of course since Edward had yet to find a love, she wouldn't worry about fixing him a wedding. Not yet. The smirk dimmed a bit, her dimples not as strongly noticeable. But she had faith. Esme felt the hope return. The smile did as well she patiently breathed in beautiful dust particles waiting on Alice to appear when suddenly a new scent filled her nostrils. It made a fearful and rasps escape of air slip out of her throat. Esme choked in air and looked towards the hall, where the entrance rested. The scent was of vampire and new born, she could hint some thing of about the thickness of blood and it deeply worried her. Esme flew to the door in a ghostly manner. Should she wait for Alice, she pondered as the light little flicks of knocks increased and came to a stop. Esme quickly looked to the stair well and listened closely, why hadn't anyone come down yet, she questioned. But shrugged as she unruffled all, if any dust and kinks from her wavy and colorful dress. Esme steadied herself with a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment as she evened her facial features as well. She could no longer wait. In a speedy moment her small and slender icy fingers grasped closed on the crystal doorknob. Esme could hear the swift pacing and swung the door open. The gold around the black in her eyes shone anxiously. "Good Evening to you. I'm Esme, may I ask your business here?" she paused to clear her throat and shift weight from one foot to the other. Nervously she scanned the female stranger over, she would attempt to be civil, and prayed the girl would react the same. Even if she was a youngster she would be slightly confused and hopefully that time between would give Carlisle a chance to help, with the rest of the family. Of course that action wouldn't be considered necessary if the stranger wouldn't react with violence or hatred. A small and welcoming smile spread on Esme's face, her hands grasp onto the doorframe as she casually leaned up against it. The female was somewhat tall and very slender, with pretty brown hair and disturbingly orange optics. She was godly beautiful like Esme's family but was different, her stance was almost ... anxious and nervous. This vampire was but a child and some how still had a persona. Esme's features twisted in curiosity and a baffled ness that really had no name.}

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[Abby Jane Daily]

^{Silver Sun;
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Outfit For The Day

It’s complicated how one day you’re utterly in and the next your laying on the ground seizing in pain dying. And it’s even more horribly disturbing how one day you’re human and the next your not, Abby thought coldly. Then when all seemliness and amiss, Abby almost turned around and left. When the door cracked open and a soft and gentle voice cradled words that had some sort of heavy meaning . . . Tears should’ve swelled in Abby’s dark robust orbs as she stared at the lovely angelic woman. Her golden black optics stared at Abby’s like she was a wild animal. An animal that the woman cherished but did not want to give a bias opinion of self control. Her hand cupped her jaw as she froze and cleared her own throat, mimicking the woman. “I’m Abbigal Jane Daily, and.” she couldn’t finish; she had no idea what to say. “I, uh . . . “ she attempted to save the conversation but stuttered, this was very unlike a vampire. “How about if I tell you every thing I’ve seen instead, then try and explain why I am at your home . . . It’s very nice,” she mumbled as she restrained the light dusting of an urge to hiss and fight for people’s souls. It was disgusting, being a vampire. Abby’s monster like orbs scanned the woman carefully, she was short and maternal seeming. Her long wavy hair was painted a candy caramel that glistened like the beautiful golden orbs that rested stoutly above her dimple-infested smile, which was lush and yet strangely small. It should’ve been larger; she noted and kept her summing up of the woman up. She was wearing a breezy dress that was tight around her torso and very loss on her lower bodice. It was bright shades and hues of a numbing red and soothing white. The way the warmth of this female spread into the atmosphere was amazing, it even caused a vague grin to cross the quivering Abby. Abby noticed earlier, not even minutes ago. The woman had said Alice; she wasn’t alone. Which meant more people would soon be before them. Nervously she sighed, it sounded more like a weak squeak. “Ummm . . . are you . . . Esme?” she asked a little embarrassed of her knowledge about the Cullen’s. She remembered hearing that Esme was the mother, and the way she saw it, this female was surely just that. “Who’s Alice?” she absentmindedly asked.

[mary alice cullen]

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Alice was reading a new magazine in her room. Bored with the whole thing, she was just flipping through the pages. She’d seen enough of the restaurants and food that would’ve looked appetizing to someone human; or the beauty products that she would never need. They were interesting to read but not over and over again. She stopped briefly on some recommended movies for that month. Maybe she could invite Jasper to go with her. Although she’d much rather go shopping than sit and watch a movie, it was still an excuse to go to the mall, and then go shopping after. Then again, Jasper in a dark enclosed space full of humans might not be such a good idea. She’d have to think about it. But that’s what her visions are for, right? She closed her eyes and tried to see ahead – what would happen if she decided to bring Jasper.

But instead of seeing Jasper and herself in the movie theater, she saw the whole family having a little party planned by Esme and herself. Just as she saw it, she heard Esme whisper her name – probably calling her for a little planning. Before she could smile and be excited by the idea, the vision changed abruptly. Alice now saw Esme welcoming a stranger into the house – a vampire by the looks of her. Opening her eyes, Alice wondered why she didn’t see it earlier. Was it because the new girl’s decision in visiting was on a quick impulse or because Alice was so preoccupied with looking into Jasper’s future that she didn’t see anything regarding the girl’s sudden appearance. Either way, she still had to warn the others. She stood quickly and got out of her room.

“Someone’s here” She said to no one in particular, though she knew they would hear her if they were close. “I don’t think she’s a threat.” She quickly added.

Esme had already opened the door at the time. Alice fluttered downstairs and appeared just after the girl had asked who Alice was."I'm Alice." She replied as she gave her a smile. The vampire was exactly the same one from Alice's vision. Tall, slender and brown-haired. Though her eyes had a little shade of red in them, Alice could smell only a little trace of human blood from her which meant that she was either a newborn or a normal vampire who decided to change her diet. "Nice to meet you, Abbigal." She said as she extended her hand out to her for a shake.

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[Abby Jane Daily]

^{Abby gazed at the small girl that
traveled into view, of course she heard and smelled before actually
seeing her, but still. I'm Alice. she said, and gave a little smile.
Alice was very pixie like. Something that could of came from
a fairytale rather than fashion magazine, but either was a
high possibility. Nice to meet you Abbigal.she chirped, Abby
looked at her surprised and invited. Alice looked at her like the way
you would an old friend would have.
Then a small granite hand extended toward Abby's. A deep reaction wanted to occur, she should have hissed and clawed at the other vampire. But instead embraced her into a tight hug. Seconds after so she felt out of line, her d**n bipolar vampire emotions shifted that moment, and she quickly moved away. I'm sorry, that was . . . rather scary . . . Abby
slowly explained, slightly confused to why she couldn't control herself. Then something very normal happened, Abby yawned and stretched. There was an odd popping noise, as it revealed she was tired.
That odd talent was acting up as it often does. Something then
happened even odder, a scent really. It exposed itself, the highway
was so noticeably close now . . . Abby's bright optics slightly
followed the scent that was just so close. Abby ran a long fingered
hand threw her hair and cleared her throat. Sleeping slowed down her
need to hunt, should she ask to stay, she wondered and curiously shifted her anxious gaze from the two women.}

[Jasper Hale]

The view was great, the high pines and tall trees over looking the Pacific Ocean were beautiful. Jasper wanted to show this place to Alice, he wanted it to be a surprise, though having a wife who can see every choice you make, makes a difficult lover to surprise, but Jasper knew exactly how to make her see what he wanted and not what he was doing. It was nice to surprise Alice with gifts, locations or view-points every now and again. Apart from many other ways to show his love, this was one of them. Jasper was on top of the highest tree ontop of the cliff over looking the Pacific and lower woodlands. His eyes, golden hazel, looking out at the sheer beauty, keeping his choices blank and un sure so Alice couldn't see his surprise. A smile crawled up his icy cold lips as he became pleased with himself.

Jasper turned back toward the direction of the Cullen residence with a wide and happy expression. He was longing to see Alice, though it had only been a few hours, it felt like an eternity. He leapt from tree branch to tree branch making his way down, lightly stepping, making sure not to make any noise or break any of the branches. he moved with wicked speed and in five seconds he was at the bottom and landed softly on the woodland floor. He inhaled his surroundings while keeping a sharp eye. He smelt many scents, the woods for one and a few number of nearby animals.

Jasper paid no mind to the wild life, he was looking for one scent in particular, the one scent he loved more than any other scent he smelled. The scent of milk, vanilla, and strawberries wrapped into one. A gorgeous scent that attracted him to her heavily. He walked a ways, toward Forks. He passed by a small herd of deer. He was close and they hadn't noticed him cause of his smooth and soft foot steps. He crouched behind a tree and observed them for a moment. Graceful creatures they were, they nibbled at the forest floor for scraps os nuts and berries fallen from the high trees above. He wasn't thirsty at the moment, otherwise he wuld have made a move to catch one and feed.

Truth was he preferred American Lynxs, which were just really big house cats. Not to mention highly dangerous, for a human. Jasper caught another scent, steadily approaching from a distance, crawling on the forest floor toward the herd of deer. Jasper looked closer and saw a mountain lion perched in it's pouncing position. Jasper watched carefully how the lion hunted, for it was similar to how they hunted. They wait until they were close, really close, then pounce the prey. A low growl crawled up the lion's throat as one deer strayed from the herd and came closer to the lion. The lion made the mistake of stepping on a twig causing it to break and thus giving away his position.

The deer's heads popped up and they instantly dashed in the opposite direction, towards Jasper behind his tree. He pressed his back up against the tree to hide as the deer raced hastily past him to get way from the lion. The lion eagerly began pursuit of the deer and as it leapt over a rock and past Jasper's tree, they shared moment. In tht instant, Jasper and the lion locked eyes, and in that moment, they shared countless stories of their hunting exploits. Jasper saw himself as he looked at the lion with a curious expression. The lion turned away as it landed and continued pursuit.

Jasper took to his feet and watched as the deer and the lion disappeared from sight. Such graceful creatures, the deer were. The relationship between deer and mountain lion was a harsh one, both striving to survive, much like his relationship really, with humans, though he wasnt trying to hunt humans anymore. Then that familiar and loving scent swept past and into his nostrils as he couldn't help but inhale deeply when he knew who and what it was he had found. Alice's scent, so beautiful and full of life, he felt compelled to follow. So he did, he ran for miles and miles but with his speed, turned a two hour trip into a twenty minute one.

He caught the scent of Esme and another unfamiliar, but vampire scent with them. His eyes widened and then squinted with growing anxiousness. Who could it be? Was it a vampire trying to harm his Alice and Esme? He raced through the trees and leapt through the open window into his and Alice's room and he made his way into the outer hall and onto the stair case as he saw Alice, Esme and a female vampire with them. Jasper's eyes went wide and he looked directly at Alice, not really even bothering to look at anyone else.

Jasper descended the stairway and opened up his arms for Alice to run into. He loved to hold Alice, he was gone for a little while so he had sorely missed her and wanted nothing more but to be with her right now. He savored her scent and inhaled deeply. "Alice, my love. Whats going on here?"He asked after giving her a loving hug and kiss on the forehead then turning to the strange girl. Minding his manners and not wanting to alienate the poor girl, he bowed his head slightly then returned it up. "My name is Jasper, It's a pleasure to meet you." He said smoothly as her emotions began to run through him, and he immediately began to feel distressed, angry, uncomfortable, tired and awkward.

Jasper quirked an eyebrow at the girl then looked back at Alice with a worried expression, one of sorrow and grief. Jasper hated emotions such as these, they reminded him of his past when all the pain and suffering brought by his hand took place. He turned back to the girl and immediately began to use his gift to influence her emotions, he irradiated a sense of calming and at peace feeling. His gift would be felt from anywhere in the house.

[mary alice cullen]

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If Alice was surprised about being hugged by the strange vampire, she didn’t show the least bit of hint about it. She hugged her back until the vampire backed away and apologized. “Its fine.” grinned Alice. “I do that all the time.” She told her. It was true, Alice always loved hugging her old friends – even just potential friends – or kissing them on the cheek when greeting them, which surprised them a lot. That’s why she was always quick to move back before they can even complain. She found it funny to be on the receiving end this time. And she could already see that Abbigal was going to be a good friend.

Confused, Alice’s eyes watched the new girl intently as she yawned. It was a peculiar thing for a vampire to do unless surrounded by humans, where they should try to act as one of them, hence the yawning, fidgeting, blinking and breathing heavily. Since there was no human present, why would she yawn? Vampires don’t need sleep, do they? Alice’s eyebrows furrowed slightly but straightened immediately. Jasper was coming, and Alice forgot about their visitor for a moment.

When Jasper arrived and descended from the stairs, Alice sashayed toward his open arms. “Welcome back.” She told him as she planted a kiss on his cheek before they let go of each other. “Well, we have a guest. Jazz, this is Abbigal.” Alice said. It was all the information she knew so far – her name – so she couldn’t add anything else to the introduction. When Jasper gave her a bow and introduced himself, Alice remembered their first meeting back at the diner in Philadelphia. “Always the gentleman,” she giggled. “Jasper’s my husband.” she told her. Since she was also a vampire, Alice didn’t need to tell their false relationships to her. She was sure she’d understand.

Alice suddenly felt very calm. Even without Jasper’s ability in making people feel at peace, just his presence was enough to make Alice relax. She knew that Abbigal would feel this too, though she wouldn’t know that it was Jasper’s doing. “Come on inside, Abbigal. Please sit down” Alice said, gesturing to the couch. Even though they didn’t need to sit – vampires could stand for several hours without feeling the need to sit down and rest – but it was still polite to offer a seat to their guest. She held Jasper’s hand and pulled him to the couch too. Feeling that this was going to be a long conversation, she sat down and waited for them to do the same.

“So what brings you to our home?” Alice started. She had a feeling that Abbigal wasn’t just wandering around the town and followed their scent that lead to their house. She had a feeling that she came directly to their house for a purpose, but Alice’s question wasn’t accusing. Her tone was warm and inviting.

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[edward masen cullen]

Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. The Count of Monte Cristo.


‘It was fascinating how some simple words written in the fragile pages of a book could carry such strong and powerful meaning. It was something that had always thrilled him, not at the point of consuming his time doing it, but long enough to keep him entertained during his calm and solitude moments. The pleasure of reading a good book, especially those carrying stories older than his own, was a nice alternative to staying with his family when they were in the company of their soul mates. Not that he didn’t enjoyed staying with them, he did, but it simple turned out to be rather uncomfortable being too much around them.

‘The main reason behind his behaviour was due to his peculiar ability of reading minds and is incapacity to abstract himself from their thoughts. Sure, at the beginning it was funny to see how Emmett or Jasper thought about Rosalie and Alice, it was interesting indeed, but all the time at the very point of finding himself too enrolled in their overly intimate thoughts... Well, that was completely different. Books were the only way he could find himself to abstract his mind from their thoughts, and that was the reason why he tended to spend such amount of time reading on his bedroom.

‘On that day, however, that wasn’t the case. The Cullen’s house was oddly silent and calm. With Carlisle working at the Hospital, Jasper gone hunting, Emmett and Rosalie out to somewhere else, Esme entertained with the house’s removal and Alice being her lovely self, there wasn’t anything for him to worry in particularly and so he stood there reading the Dumas romance. Or at least that was his intention, until the tiny voice of Alice whispered in the Cullen house the arrival of an unknown visitor.

‘Jumping out of his seat gracefully as he listened to her sister’s communicate and his mind was invaded by a burst of different and rather chaotic thoughts, Edward closed his book softly and let it rest on his small desk before he tried to take closer attention to the new guest thoughts and calmly judge her intentions while he tried to catch some details of the conversation taking place on the floor below. He couldn’t help but smile lightly, thought, at the nervous and muddled thoughts that he slowly started to catch from their visitor.

‘It was luck Jasper had decided to return sooner from his mysterious trip and decided to try and calm the girl’s spirit and a relieve to Edward. His gift was much simpler and useful on the present moment than his own. Perhaps, this way he could try and make a bigger sense of the visitor’s plans. Or at least calm her down. He added for himself shortly as he started to head down the main floor and meet the girl. His plans were, however, partially delayed when the alarm of the phone caught his attention and forced him to move toward the tiny object first picking up the call that was, on the end, directed to Esme.

‘Letting the phone rest and finally closing the distance toward the entrance hall to find Esme, Edward couldn’t help but glance toward the young female vampire and notice the shade of gold on her optics before he turned to Esme and smiled warmly.

“Phone for you, Esme. “ He announced, softly. “Some Furniture’s company that found out as well you are remodelling the house.” He couldn’t help but add, amusingly, before he finally turned his attention to the unexpected guest. “Visits, I see... My name is Edward and you are?” He asked politely. Not that he needed to ask it, he already knew the answer, but there was no need into alarming the poor girl about his odd ability.

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[Abby Jane Daily]

_{It all happened really fast. One minute Abby's whole throat was aflame and punching her control, right at the point she would've bolted, screaming from the tension and pain. Alice allowed Abbigal to hug her and and even told her not to worry about it. Then the pain ceased out and was replaced by a numb calm. Abby became lightly worried, but it was blanked out and replaced by clam. Then a tall yet broad blond walked into the room. Within seconds, Alice embraced him. That must of been her mate. Jasper, she got his name minutes later. Seconds later she found out they were married, how splendid. Love always made Abby's heart flutter, if it could anyway. She could tell they loved each other by the way they touched, it almost made her feel out of place. But then Alice asked for Abby to come in, she gently took the offer of being invited and carefully entered the lovely abode further more. "Your home. It's so . . . handsome." she murmured stars in her eyes. Then Alice headed to the couch, Jasper hot on her heels by the looks of it. Abby trailed after them and quietly plopped onto the comfy couch. She would surely need some rest later, if they even allowed her to stay. What brings you here, Alice chirped. A light yet mutely dark chuckle danced out of Abbigal's throat. They wanted to hear her story now, she should been scared. Right when she opened her mouth to explain a tall and bronze haired male entered view. He was quite handsome, a small smirk spread on her baby pink lips. Then she mentally slapped herself, no. When she finished yelling at herself mentally to stop thinking that way and he is a can't have; plus love is evil. She politely nodded a hello. He handed Esme the phone and explained who it was. His voice was velvety yet dark, odd. 'Don't be rude.' she hissed at herself, trying to beat being a newborn was exhausting. His name was Edward. "I'm Abbigal." she said quietly. Abbigal yawned again. "So I should tell you how I became this,' she pointed to her eyes then to her icy marble skin. "Well a little more in depths anyway, it's very interesting how I became what I am. In deeper terms a monster." her voice was calm yet slightly broken. "Last year everything was perfect. I was Abbigal Daily. Abby Daily. The fasted runner in track and the luckiest girl in Jermon High School. After all I was dating Joe Lovett. . . " she said the name with a silent hatred. "I had been for some time and we were secretly engaged. Last winter something happened." her voice hit an awkward high, as she remembered the bruises that came with the loss of her virginity. "Anyway, I found I was pregnant. I was terrified, that wasn't of suppose to happen. It wasn't possible. Or so I thought. You see I was very much aware of vampires being real, Joe told me that much." she grunted at her ignorance, Abby's eyes were far away. "After a short month I was a blimp. And 19. And human, well kind of. . . Joe made me drink blood, he said if I wanted to keep our child. I would do it, and -she skipped the details- Well anyway, soon enough I went into labor and that I think the pain might of been equal to the rebirth. I held him, Jammie. And then began to die. I remember Joe taking away my son and blacking out into fire. . " a shudder ripped threw her whole calm and soothed facade' and the pain would've been replaying, the work of a lifetime and for nothing it was replaying only deep in her mind where Jasper couldn't touch. "When I awoke I was shocked and looking for my son. He was gone, Joe had stole him. My rage was undefined. I searched and searched, killing as the need struck . . . I never found them . . . and I felt like a well vampire." darkly she chuckled and began to twist her smooth silky hair into a bun at one side. "At the end of that summer, it felt hopeless." her optics landed on all the faces of the room for a moment, her eyes stayed on the news addition to the room a second longer. There was something unknown about him, unfinished. "Anyway, I heard about the civil Cullen's. -a light tone lingered on her voice- and well . . . I felt the urge to be human, just act like it maybe. But still, being a monster was too much. I found a way to beat the hunger, for short times. Sleeping, I can do it for about 8 hours a time. When I wake up I feel full, not really as hungry. At first I didn't dream, I just had nightmares. But I had a dream recently, of finding a family. A place to belong." her tone shifted from a billion emotions in that burst of words. "And well . . ." she trailed off. "I have come to see if it really is true, being able to survive with out the monster in head." she said this part whispered, Abbigal felt like a small little girl asking a celebratory for a ride in their car. Her eyes rested on the floor, as she dropped her long slender fingers to her lap, she twiddled her thumbs.}

[Jasper Hale]

Jasper was sure his power was being put to use.Alice welcomed him home and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't feel comfortable with a make out session in front of everyone especially Abigail. Jasper got yanked onto the couch beside Alice as she lead them into the living room to hear about the girl. Jasper had one arm around Alice over the top of the couch as he sat straight up, with his other hand entwined with Alice's. Jasper listened to the girl and felt her ever growing sorrow and grief, almost over powering at first. Jasper looked at Alice with a concerned look. "Her pain hurts. She has been through alot. We all have." He said softly into her ear as he leaned into Alice to speak. The pain was becoming overwhelming, but Jasper had almost two centuries to master it, and he had. He could mask even the most angry or sad feeling with a state of bliss.

He hated to tamper with people's emotions, but he felt it necessary in some aspects of his life with Alice and everyone, this was one of the moments. He concentrated harder, staring at Abagail like she was his prey, it was his focused look, he didn't want to eat her. He focused on how wonderful Alice made him feel. She constantly made him feel human, made his heart want to beat with warmth as he looked at her. Can a vampire know love? Love is a heart based emotion is it not? one must have a living beating heart to love right? That was very wrong, Love was an emotion so pure that it didn't require a heart, it required nothing, love was free, well the true kind was.

Like the love Jasper shared with Alice, it was a true, pure and passionate one. He didn't need a living beating heart to love her, all he needed was her to love her. Jasper squeezed Alice's hand slightly as he concentrated on calming the girl, it was proving hard, but he could do it. When she finished her story Jasper didn't really believe it. Though Jasper is usually the one to keep quiet, he couldn't help himself but to speak. "That is a sad tale indeed. I'm sorry for whats happened to you miss Daily." Jasper said turning to Alice with Abagails stolen pain in his eyes. Jasper used himself as a scape goat when others were feeling badly, he made that sacrafice, but it was rare he needed to.

[mary alice cullen]

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“Thank you.” Alice replied cheerfully. “Esme does a wonderful job in refurbishing it, decorating it and other stuff.” Of course Alice helped with it, but still, her forte was more on clothes while housing designs were Esme’s. Esme was the expert on things such as those, and she did splendid jobs in furnishing all the Cullen’s previous houses as well as Rose and Emmett’s houses. Speaking of which, the phone rang for her and Edward mentioned that it was some furniture company, calling about future renovations in their house. While she excused herself and took the phone call, Edward introduced himself to their guest.

Alice’s thought was directed to Edward, ‘Why don’t you sit down with us, Edward? Abbigal is just about to explain to us why she’s here — though you probably know that already.’ It was impolite to talk about others behind their backs — though technically, this wasn’t behind their back — but Alice has just been used to this kind of conversation that she couldn’t help it. She found it a very practical way to communicate with her brother. But that was the only thing she said for the moment because Abbigal had begun her story so Alice listened as attentively as she could.

From what she had learned, just the year before, when Abby was attending a school that was unfamiliar to Alice, Abby was still a human, and she got pregnant with a vampire. Was that even possible? As far as Alice knew, vampires weren’t able to reproduce since their bodies weren’t capable of change. That was one of the burdens in being a vampire.. The one that makes Rosalie resent being one. Not sleeping, eating, or aging, she could bear, but not being able to have her own child makes Rosalie want, more than anything, to be a human once again. Alice’s mind was filled with questions but she didn’t want to interrupt the story so she waited for Abbigal to finish first. Alice felt even more confused when she mentioned the baby developing too fast. Jamie was some sort of hybrid. It made her curious as to how much he would be different or similar to vampires but it seemed like she wasn’t going to have answers anytime soon because Abby hasn’t even seen her baby after she that and Alice could only imagine the pain of the separation.

Alice squeezed Jasper hand in assurance as she felt his relaxing spell. She knew that Jasper was trying to make Abbigal feel more relaxed. The girl’s pain must have been too much and she knew how much Jasper can be affected by other people’s sorrow. Alice can somehow relate to her story though, because she too, had had an experience of being left behind, alone and unaware of her surroundings. She didn’t know who made her like this. The vampire who turned her just left her without any explanation; she didn’t even know what she had become at the time. Pain was also evident in her eyes as she gazed at Jasper’s. She patted him on the hand with her free hand and whispered, “it’s okay” before she let go of him and turned to Abbigal. She took her hand into hers and told her, “We appreciate your sharing your story with us. We feel your pain. But I’m glad you’ve heard about us. You can stay with us for the time being. Maybe we can help you find your child, Jamie." Alice gave her an assuring smile and added, "You should wait here for Carlisle, our father. You’ll like him.”

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[edward masen cullen]

‘The personality and motivations of a person could only be perfectly determinate by the way they thought, that was what Edward had learnt to believe on the past century of his existence, and Abbigal Jane Daily seemed to be no exception to that rule. That girl, a quite beautiful and sincere one he had to acknowledge, was to a certain extent quite strange indeed, and yet funny... That was what so far he had managed to capture from her mind on the short seconds the girl took to acknowledge his presence and greet him back. Stronger than himself, Edward couldn’t help but smile lightly at the battle taking place in the young vampire’s thoughts and slightly shake his head for himself. Alice had a point there when she had first saw her. The girl meant no warm to them and her intentions were pure... But first he would wait for Alice and Jasper to judge that, because first they girl would have to tell them their story.

‘As he watched Esme excusing herself to leave and answer the phone, a tiny little voice erupted on his head capturing Edward’s attention for his little sister like pixie. Alice thought, clearly directed to him like she was so used to on their private talks, echoed inside his head softly asking for him to stay with them and listen to Abby’s story, a quite plausible appeal he willingly took. Glancing toward his sister, he briefly nodded in agreement and stood silent while he waited for the girl to begin her story with truthful interest. Sure, he had already involuntarily captured some of the details, but there were still wholes and missing links he needed to understand more clearly the reasons that motivated in her quest. Fortunately for him, mainly because patience wasn’t precisely one of his strongest virtues, it didn’t last long until Abbigal started on the very beginning of her predicament: how she had turned into a vampire.

‘Gazing at the girl understanding as she told them every single detail of her life starting on the past year, Edward couldn’t help but frown. How could it be possible for a human and vampire generate...life? And how would such being look like? In what would he feed? How singular could he be?... The variety of questions, each one more complicated and intriguing than the last one were impossibly exasperating. Only the very thought of a vampire controlling himself to allow such deep proximity with a human was puzzling, and he was a vegetarian! That vampire, Joe, was either too masochistic or insane... What the closest possibility was, that Edward couldn’t tell.

'His feelings and considerations weren’t, however, too different from the one’s he could read on Alice. After he waited Jasper and Alice would say something, their words a true echo of their concern and compassion toward the young vampire, Edward was momentary out of words. Unsure if he should simply show his support or question more details about the her story, Edward stood in silence for brief seconds pondering the best way to not drag the young female vampire in more pain and sorrow..

“You can’t imagine how I truly lament the circumstances around your transformation. “He finally spoke, his voice deep of honesty and true sorrow. “If there is anything we could do to help you, I too share Alice’s offer. “He continued, this time a smile lightening his expression. “As long as you promise to not share Alice’s plans of dragging innocent males to malls and force those into experimenting everything that you find in a meter radium.” Edward finally added, cheerfully. Lighten up the mood wasn’t ever a bad thing, was it?

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[Abby Jane Daily]

Abby stared down and waited for the answers to her. She expected a flood of questions, doubts, and gasps. Instead she just felt calm and silent. Suddenly a warm, to her anyway; hand cupped over hers. Comforting words spewed from Alice. Abby wanted to stay. She had suddenly became nervous of the father though. What if he didn't belief her . . . she pushed the thought far away from the surface of thinking. Some how her bright optics landed back on Edward, he started talking. He wanted her to stay as well. A small smile crawled on her features at his joke. It wasn't something to awful funny, but at least she could move and feel something not so numbing. "Thank you Jasper. . . About your words . . ." she almost said and the calmness, because when her eyes darted on him he looked in a trance of thinking, almost like he was controlling her emotions. Silly she knew. Suddenly she embraced Alice in another hug, then Edward. "Thank you so much . . . You really don't know what this means to me." she stuttered as she awkwardly removed her arms from Edwards shoulders. What she said was true and painfully true. Ever since being turned no one had ever seen her as any thing but invisible. But these people hadn't seen her as nothing, it was comforting. "There is something I should mention . . . The day my son was found gone I realized I was kind of connected to him, or I was just going crazy . . . I can sometimes tap into his dreams . . . when I sleep. . . Speaking of which may I borrow a room?" Abby said causally quiet, she was half way scared to ask about clothes which would also be needed.