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I Want.

Summary:
After almost 200 years, Bella and the Cullen family are back in Forks for the first time. Lexie has just left Phoenix, and moved to Forks to live with her father.She’s just a normal girl that hates the rain, and she sets her eyes that something that might make Forks a tolerable place to live. She wants it, and she'll have it. Consequences be damned.


Notes:
Multiple POV - Mainly Bella and Lexie Go easy. I'm still brushing the dust from my writing skills. But I'm always up for some constructive criticism. I wanted to try something new. R&R and let me know if it works?

The [T] rating is just a saftey net for later chapters..


8. Chapter 8

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LPOV


I couldn’t believe this. I was still looking at the photograph, but I just couldn’t believe it.
I read the caption again.

Isabella Marie Cullen [Nee Swan] with her new husband, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Also pictured are their parents; Carlisle and Esme Cullen, Police-Chief Charlie Swan and Renée Dwyer, pianist; Rosalie Cullen and bridesmaid; Alice Cullen

This couldn’t be a coincidence. Bella, Edward, Rosalie and Alice, in a photograph from nearly 200 years ago, and they looked exactly the same. My mind was racing, but it was going in circles. How was that possible?

If the people in the picture were the same people I currently went to school with… They had to be the same people. It was just too much to be coincidental.

Some paranoid part of my mind wondered if this had anything to do with Rosalies strange and sudden ‘depression’. The depression that would make it impossible for Alice and I to spend time together, because she had to be there for her sister.
It was just too much. The day she decides we can’t be friends anymore, I find a picture of her that defies all logic.

3AM, and I was still awake. Still staring at the picture, and still trying to figure out what the hell it meant. I had to sleep though. I had school in the morning, and I would see the Cullens. Maybe they would give some sign that could help me figure out how it was possible for them to be in a photograph from 200 years ago, that was currently sitting in my family album.

I doubted it, but I would watch them very carefully nonetheless.

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As usual, the Cullens kept to themselves. I wasn’t even giving my sole attention to Edward anymore. Now I was focusing on the whole family.
I kept a close eye on them throughout the whole day, but they were painfully normal.

There was one thing I did notice; though they weren’t related, they all looked remarkably similar. They had the same pale skin, and the same almost-golden eyes.
It was odd, because the first time I’d spoken to Alice, her eyes had been black. In fact, I was sure that I’d seen all of them with black eyes at some point. But now that I was really paying attention to them, I could see that their eyes were almost honey-coloured.

I’d never seen another person with eyes that colour, and here was an entire family, of people that were apparently unrelated, whose eyes were all the same peculiar shade. Had no one noticed that it was a bit odd?

I spent most of the lunch period staring at them across the cafeteria. Their trays of food sat untouched in front of them. I don’t think I’d ever seen one of them eat. Even Alice, when she’d come over to my house after school, had never eaten in front of me.
Jen was babbling in my ear about something inconsequential, when I turned and interrupted her mid-sentence. “You said that the Cullens father is a doctor.” I said, “What’s his name?”
Jen looked miffed at the interruption, but she answered me anyway. “Uhm. His name is Carlisle. Why? You’re acting really weird today…”

She didn’t even bother waiting for me to reply. She merely turned to Luca and carried on with whatever inane conversation she’d been trying to have with me.

I had one more question. “His wife’s’ name is Esme, right?”

She turned back to me, and snapped out a terse, “Yes.”

There was no way that the people in the photograph were just ancestors of the Cullens. They had to be the same people. As impossible as that sounded. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that people could have stayed exactly the same for over 200 years. Who was to say that they hadn’t been around much longer? They were immortal.

I was actually starting to freak myself out. What were they?

I drifted through the rest of my classes, not paying attention, and for once, it wasn’t because I was day-dreaming about Edward.
I was trying like hell to figure out what the Cullens really were.

I didn’t even try to speak to Edward during French class, though every few minutes, I would surreptitiously glance at him. Ok, I didn’t glance, I stared.
He was breathtakingly beautiful, just like the rest of his siblings.

Suddenly, the teacher slammed something onto her desk, and I jerked forward, knocking my book onto the floor. Edward reached to pick it up at the same time that I did, and our fingers brushed together. He pulled his hand away very quickly, but the contact had been enough to tell me one thing. His skin was ice-cold. Just like Bella’s had been.

When I’d righted myself, I looked over at him. He was smiling at me, and I tried my best to smile back and look normal. I don’t think it worked too well.

I practically ran out of the class as soon as the bell rang. I needed to get home.

I had a plan, and it involved Google. But first I needed to amalgamate everything I knew about the Cullens.

Immortal. Beautiful. Pale skin that was ice-cold. Golden eyes. They didn’t eat.
And then, something clicked in my mind. I’d probably been reading too much Anne Rice, but it made some sort of weird sense.

Anne Rice’s vampires passed as humans. They went out to the theatre, they sat in restaurants, and no one really noticed anything odd about them.
They only noticed how beautiful they were. Like the Cullens.
Because, when they were turned into vampires, their flaws were erased. Instant beauty.

The more I thought about it, the more plausible the idea sounded. Some part of me knew I must be totally insane, but for now, I was wracking my brains for everything I could remember about vampires from The Vampire Chronicles.
For once, I was glad that I was such a vampire groupie.

Anne Rice’s vampires also had oddly coloured eyes. Their eyes were more of an iridescent purple colour, not gold, and they changed colours. Not exactly the same, but the core principle was still the same. The Cullens eyes changed from black to gold. It sort of fit.

Pale, cold-skin was classic vampire mythology.

And, in the books, Lestat often sat in restaurants and ordered food, though he never ate it. It was just a prop.

Lastly, and most importantly, vampires didn’t age.

The only flaw in my theory, which was starting to look more likely by the second, was that the Cullens walked around during the day time. According to Anne Rice, that shouldn’t be possible.
Once again, my strange addiction to all things vampire came to the rescue. In Buffy the Vampire Slayer, vampires could walk around during the day; they just had to avoid direct sunlight.

I tried to remember ever seeing any of the Cullens in direct sunlight. There never was much sun around here, what with the constant cloud cover.
The one day that there had been sunshine, none of them had shown up for school.

Luca or Jen had also said something… “The Cullens are never at school when the weather is good. Their parents take them camping, and hiking. Stuff like that.

Another point for the vampire theory.

I was convinced. The Cullens were vampires.
I should have been scared, but I wasn’t. If anything, I was kind of turned on. I’d always had a bit of a thing for Angel. It was just perfect that Edward just happened to be a vampire.

He just kept getting more and more appealing.

I pulled out the photograph again. It was the only photo of Edward I had, and I kind of wanted to stare.

And then I was hit with a startling realisation; Edward was married!
I had been too busy focusing on the fact that apparently the Cullens were vampires to comprehend what the photograph actually was. A wedding announcement.

I bared my teeth at photo-Bella.

And then I smiled.

It didn’t matter that Edward was married. From the first moment I’d seen him, I’d decided that he would be mine, and this didn’t change anything.

If anything, it only made it more exciting.

Ever since I’d discovered Buffy and Anne Rice I’d wanted to be a vampire, and I’d always wondered what it would be like to sleep with a married a man. Now, I could fulfill both dreams.

If I played my cards right, I’d get the chance to do the two things every American teen should have the chance to do; Die young, and stay pretty. And then, I could have Edward for eternity.

This would be more of a challenge than I’d originally thought, and I was always ready for a challenge