Fly Like A Bird MR x TS Crossover

[Isabella Marie Swan Cullen]

AN: This story is prewritten. It's on fanfiction.net, but since I can't access that on my desktop and my younger sister wrecked the net-book, I'm going to share it here.

It's a Maximum Ride x Twilight crossover, so some of you may be stumped. Read the Maximum Ride series and you'll be fine.

Check out the blog, www.xflylikeabirdx.blogspot.com

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Maximum Ride, Stephenie Meyer and James Patterson own all. I just decided to give Bella wings. No copyright infringement intended.

Dewey / Bella's Abilities:
Mental Shield
Control The Wind Element
Levitate Objects
Invisibility
Voice

<-MR - TS->

Bella | Dewey Point Of View / Port Angeles 6:00 PM

I sighed as the wind gently blew my hair around my face. I’m an avian hybrid. 98% human, 2% bird. For my entire life I’ve been like this. My definition of normal? Getting locked up in a dog cage and fighting half man, half wolf creatures called Erasers.

I’ve been living with my flock for about my entire life. We’d been alone for years, but then a group of Erasers attacked, and kidnapped Angel, my little sister in every sense of the word but blood.

Since then our life has been uprooted from the normal cozy lifestyle we had. Just recently they had changed those so called Erasers to Flyboys, robots with an Eraser skin. And let me tell you, I think I would rather fight Erasers than Flyboys. Yeah, Flyboys are that bad.

Anyways, back to the subject at hand. Just a few days ago the Flock split into two groups. There was Fangs group, Fang, Iggy, and Gazzy. Then there was Max’s group, Max, Ari, Angel, Nudge, and Total, our talking dog.

Yes, you heard me right. Talking. Dog. On the plus side, he has a great flair for being a drama queen.

So, seeing as I couldn’t choose between the two groups, I chose the other, unmentioned option. I went off on my own.

And since then, I suffered major head splitting pain, got my own voice, and arrived in Port Angeles, Washington. Talk about tough travel.

I’d been following a lead on my birth father. His name is Charlie Swan. And my birth name is Isabella Swan. But I’ve been called Dewey my entire life, and would prefer you call me that. Or else, you might just get punched.

He lived in Forks or at least that’s what I think, all the other leads have been false information, so I’d been heading that way as of recently. But, as a birdkid who uses up a lot of energy from flying, and needs to consume three thousand to four thousand calories a day, I’d needed quite a bit of breaks.

I snapped my wings out, enjoying the cool air brushing my feathers. One of my favorite times to fly was during the night, I just love seeing the stars high above me and feeling free, effortless.

Balancing on the edge of the tall building I was on, I took a deep breath, before pushing off. I began to fall before I pushed down, hard. It was second nature for me, flying. One of the things I’d done my whole life and would never give up.

As I swerved through the buildings at high speed, I smiled. This was me, this was my life.

And as soon as that happy moment came, it was over. Flyboys flew at me from all sides, and I tensed, adrenaline already pumping through my veins.

Chants of, “I am one of many,” came again and again, and I knew they were right. If I was with the Flock, I would have been able to fight them off, of course I would. But I was severely outnumbered here, and it would only end up with me ending back up at the School. And there was no way in my freaking world I was going to risk getting sent back to the school. It was my personal hell on earth, thank you very much.

So I swerved, allowing myself to drop down a bit before taking off like a bat through hell. My wings pushed and pulled powerfully against the wind and I knew this was a race I would win.

Flyboys were clunky, they weren’t meant for speed but for taking us birdkids down all too easily.

Can a brick fly? No. But can a Robot fly? Yes. But if you add those two together can they fly easily? You guessed it. No.

Flying toward the local forest, I apologized for the chaos that was going to be unleashed on it and zigzagged through the trees.

Instantly, multiple echoes of, “You have terminated me,” sounded through the forest and I snickered. Just because the whitecoats didn’t seem to have any imagination didn’t mean it wasn’t funny.

Circling back around, I made sure the rest of the local flyboy population was gone before heading toward Forks. I still needed to find my birth father.

And then what?, my voice piped up.

I say that I’m his long lost daughter?

Okay, so I would be lying if I said I had a plan, cause I don’t. And that’s Max’s job! She was the leader, and now here I am, all alone, leaderless, and winging it.

I decided that I would stop at the local library first and look around. Maybe I would be able to get directions from there. After all, that’s where everyone goes to get directions, right?

About twenty five minutes later I had arrived and I circled a bit to find a good landing spot. Once I did, I pulled my wings back and allowed myself to fall, before lightly flapping a bit to land lightly on my feet.

I folded my wings in, not wanting to be spotted as a flying freak, and walked in the library doors.

And just about turned right back around, because you know what? There weren’t hardly any books, or brochures.

I grabbed what I could, the basics and all that, before leaving. Stuffing them in the pocket of my sweatshirt, I took to the sky to find a place to hole up. Forks seems to be a really rainy place, to the point where I hated it because I am part bird, and birds don’t like flying in wet weather.

But, safe to say, where is there dry shelter in a wet rainy forest. Oh right, there isn’t.

So I landed and killed poor thumper so I could eat him. Somehow, in this wet forest that seems filled with water, I managed to get a fire started. Or maybe that was my natural ability to meld the wind element to my use.

Within no time, I had the meat cooking and was eating rabbit. Disgusting? Yes. Did I care? No. It was fuel and that was all that mattered.

Then, I curled up on a tree branch and fell asleep, my dreams filled with birdkids, erasers, flyboys, and mad scientists.

[Isabella Marie Swan Cullen]

AN: Okay, next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Maximum Ride, Stephenie Meyer and James Patterson own all. I just decided to give Bella wings. No copyright infringement intended.

Bella | Dewey Point Of View / Forks Forest 11:23 PM

It was during this time, while I was sleeping, that I was woken up.

By what, you may ask? A cracked twig, having sound out in the distance, woke me up. A stinking twig interrupted my restful sleep!

And that is the number one alarm that I am not alone and should be on my guard.

I straightened up on my tree branch and stared out into the darkness. My raptor vision made it possible for me to see in the dark, so I could clearly see the white blur that raced around the trees.

People these days just can’t get any shut eye on tree branches, now can they?
I tensed, adrenaline beginning to pound through my veins. Number one lesson about adrenaline, use it.

Launching myself off the tree branch, I unfurled my wings, snapping them out and catching the drift of wind I sent my way. Oh yea, I can control the wind element. Flying around the trees, I landed on another branch, and flickered out of visibility.

And yes, of course, I can also go invisible.

I studied the white blur, which was actually a blonde haired male, who had now turned to face me. Other white blurs went through the forest and stopped beside him, and from what I could tell, he was the leader.

There was a bronzed haired one, who was slim, lanky, and boyish in appearance. He stood out from the group a bit and was very, well, handsome. I think it was his untidy hair and strong jawline.

Then there was a couple, a pixie of a girl with inky black hair, and a male, who had honey blonde hair and the posture of a fighter. He looked ready to defend the pixie girl.

Then, to the other side of the one couple, was another couple. This girl had straight golden blonde hair, and was one of the most beautiful out of them all. The male beside her was big and had a lot of muscles, and had dark curly hair. He was very imposing.

And, at the front of them all, was that blonde haired one, with the movie star good looks and a medium-toned frame. A caramel brown haired female was at his side, with a heart shaped face.

And yet, they all had the same snow white skin, and bright glowing golden eyes, and inhuman beauty.

The blonde haired leader had a white coat on; a freaking whitecoat had found me! Memories of being poked and prodded, of having my DNA altered and being strapped to a table, and of being stuck in a stinking dog cage came back up, memories that I would rather stay buried.

A mental probing had me throwing up my mental shield around myself in a millisecond. They also had a telepath! A mind reader that, if I didn’t have a mental shield, didn’t have some sort of mental protection, could read every single one of my thoughts. For a second, my thoughts flashed to Angel, my mind reading, mind controlling little sister. Then I focused back on them when the leader began to speak.

“Hello, we don’t mean you any harm, we are just curious. My name is Carlisle Cullen, and this is my wife Esme, and my children Edward, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett,” He pointed them out one by one.

I flickered back in visibility, sneering back at them distrustfully. “We don’t mean you any harm my butt! What’s next? Shoving me in a dog crate? I don’t need it, thank you very much!” And that was why I needed Max to keep me in line. I have a very mad tendency to go causing more trouble than it’s worth, and Max knows just what to do to keep me in line. Too bad she wasn’t here. And the cussing was from not having a six year old mind reader around, where you tried to avoid adding those oh so colorful words to her vocabulary.

Confusion seemed to build up like a wildfire around them, and I realized they knew absolutely nothing about the School. And all that went on in it.

Murmurs rose around them as Carlisle began speaking again, “I’m sorry, what do you mean being shoved in dog crates? Do you mean to say that you’ve actually been in a dog crate?”

“Congratulations, the fact that you know absolutely nothing about the School and the evil scientists attempting to take over the world earns you a point in my favor,” I responded, swooping down to the ground from my branch and landing three feet in front of him and his wife. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I continued down my warpath, “And yes, I have been stuffed in a dog crate half my life, had my DNA altered, and tied down to a table why they did tests to me, fully conscious and about ready to punch the snot out of them.”

“Oh…” he appears startled, and the others faces had changed from wary to sympathetic in a millisecond. And then, there was shock among a few.

I didn’t want pity, I didn’t need pity.

“Well, I just wanted to say, well, that you were in our, um...” He was stumbling along his words now.

“Property?” I offered, snorting at his fumbling.

“Yes, and what was that about evil scientists?” Carlisle asked. The man seemed to have the curiosity of wildfire, and from sideways glance, a peacemaker.

I sighed at his question. The whole story going along the evil scientists’ thing was a long one at best, because it was my life story. I really didn’t want to unearth those memories, but I could tell that I had no choice. There really was no choice anyways, I was trapped.

“Do you guys live around here? This is my life story here we are talking about, and I would prefer to be sitting down when I tell it rather than standing. And there is going to be some nasty memories I am going to be digging up,” I sighed wearily, this strange family seems to have knocked down some of my toughest barriers.

What next? Was the flock going to pop up with a now flying Total too? That dog did want some wings of his own…

“Of course, you managed to end up pretty close to our house, right this way,” And he began to lead his band of a strange family in the direction of their house. And what do you know, I followed. Reluctantly, of course, but I followed.

[Isabella Marie Swan Cullen]

AN: Next one. D: The story isn't the best, but just enjoy it for what it is. xD

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Maximum Ride, Stephenie Meyer and James Patterson own all. I just decided to give Bella wings. No copyright infringement intended.

Bella | Dewey Point Of View / Cullen House 11:30 PM

We all walk for about a mile or so before coming to a beautiful white house. And it was massive! Like a mansion of some sort.

Carlisle led his family and I into the house and to a living room. As I walked through the house, I remembered escape routes, just in case. You never know when flyboys might attack, or if these people are actually trustworthy. Right now I was in-between the point of trusting and not trusting.

I sat down in a chair and watched as the rest of the Cullens sat down in various spots. They had been silent so far, and I would go as far to assume they trusted Carlisle's judgment enough not to make a ruckus.

"Ok, first of all, I'm just going to tell you my life story, and then I'll answer any questions you have. It all started when I was a baby. The scientists took me and declared me dead to my mother and father, Charlie and Renee Swan-"

"Wait, your Chief Swans daughter?" Rosalie, who had been silent until now, asked.

"Yes. Anyways, I was taken to the lab and had avian DNA grafted into my DNA. The result was me, nighty-eight percent human and two percent bird. I was in the lab for a few years before Jeb Batchelder took me and a few others and raised us himself. They are Maximum; who was the first of us to be created, she was a test tube baby; Fang, and Iggy. He took us and then raised us, and eventually Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel were added to the mix. A few years ago he was declared dead and we were on our own. We survived just fine, but it wasn't until Erasers; half man, half wolf creatures; attacked us and took Angel did our life take another sharp turn.

"We then had to go rescue her, and found out that Jeb was in fact not dead, but alive and with the whitecoats; or in other terms, crazy-insane insane-crazy scientists. Then, the lot of us escapes to New York, and search for the 'Institute For Higher Living'. Soon enough, after a wild goose chase, we find it and release the experiments inside it. Then, Angel wants to keep a black dog called Total, and we head off to search for our parents after we got papers that had computerized code.

"On the way we run into flying Erasers and Fang suffers a bad enough injure that we have to go to the hospital. FBI agent Anne Walker offers her home to us while Fang recovers and we somehow bargain our way into it so that Fang can come along. We stay there for a few months, and then the principal nearly traps us in the school. He worked for the 'Institute For Higher Living'. Once we got back to the house, Anne reveals herself as a member of the lab that created us avian hybrids and seeks to study us.

"Then Max is kidnapped and replaced with a clone. Lucky for us, she didn't act anything like Max, so we knew she was a clone straight away. Max was set to destroy the clone, but she can't bring herself to do it and lets the clone live, and escapes with us after Iggy and Gazzy set off a bomb. Then we were on the run once again. They replaced Erasers with Flyboys, robots with an Eraser covering. Max and Fang take off to talk, and we are attacked at all sides and kidnapped. Max and Fang catch up in an attempt to rescue us, and Angel betrays us, leaving us stuck in the school.

"Ter Bortche, another evil scientist, comes in and tells us we are to be terminated. The flock and I crack some joke, we are knocked out with sleeping gas, and then when we wake up Jeb is there. He tells us everything was all a dream and we still don't know if it was true or not. Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and I are stuffed in another cage to be terminated. Angel and Ari save us, but Ari is an Eraser, and Fang splits the Flock up, and I chose the other, unmentioned option, I took off on my own. And now, we have come a full circle. Any questions?" I let out a deep breath after that. It feels good to get that off my chest. That to tell someone my deepest, darkest secrets; it just felt like a breath of... fresh air.

"What were you created for?" Edward asks, and it's a fairly innocent question, but the answer was not so innocent. I really hated that question, because people get curious and then find out the world is going to end. Then they panic and a whole bunch of chaos ensues. And then I get into the middle of the crossfire. Great.

"Do you really want to know Edward? All of you?" I asked with a sigh. No stopping it now.

They all nodded, and I steadied myself. The result would not be pretty.

They need to know Dewey, my voice added in.

I know, I know. But why?

There was no answer to that, but I know better than to expect the voice to answer my questions. That would be too easy, wouldn't it?

"My flock and I were created to save the world." It isn't that horrifying of a truth, depending on who you are telling.

"You were created, to save the world?" Jasper echoed, and his face had paled, if that was even possible. Seven sets of glowing golden eyes stared at me, filled with shock, and a bit of fear. I had to assume the fear was for the whole end of the world thing, and not me.

I snorted, "What, you are going to believe the scientists? I may have been created to save the world, but that doesn't mean the world will really come to an end. For all we know the scientists could be cuckoo." Was it just me or was I trying to reassure them?

For some reason, all of their eyes turned to Alice. Now how in the world would Alice have anything to do with this? Did she have a gift of some sort, an ability?

"I have seen the world coming to an end, but there is different possible ways for it to happen," she said quietly, and shuddered.

"So wait, you have an ability too?" The fact that I was not the only gifted one in this room didn't even shock me; I'd seen far worse things.

Alice nodded, "Yea."

"So, who else is gifted?" Two hands rose hesitantly, and I rolled my eyes at them. "Go on."

"I'm a mind reader," Edward said with a tight smile, then added, "I can't read your mind." No wonder Mr. Bronze Haired and Gorgeous was being sulking.

"I'm a mental shield. Jasper, what's your ability?" I wasn't going to let him get off just because I'd gotten distracted.

"I can feel and manipulate emotions. I'm an empath." He didn't seem one bit happy at telling his ability. Get over it, emotions boy.

I didn't want to do this, but… "I can control the wind, levitate objects, turn invisible, handy dandy mental shield-" I looked at Edward at this," and I have a voice in my head that tells me little tidbits of information, tells me where to go and such, and loves to irritate me." Sighing, I square my shoulders. So much for secrets being secret. Now that they know mine, I would like to know theirs. And if you're wondering why, its just how I work.

Narrowing my eyes, I looked at them head on, "Now, what are you? Some sort of mythical creature? Hmm?"

Tread carefully Dewey, my voice chimed in right on time.

Right, right, tread carefully, because if I don't, they'll kill me. Like I believe that!

So much for being cautious, because my question seemed to have caused an uproar, and a big one at that.

[Isabella Marie Swan Cullen]

AN: Out Of Characterness warning in this chapter. I'm getting better though, it's just Edward can be such a complicated character. Also note that this is pre-written and is not to be taken seriously, it's fiction. XP

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Maximum Ride, Stephenie Meyer and James Patterson own all. I just decided to give Bella wings. No copyright infringement intended.

Bella | Dewey Point Of View / Cullen House 12:03 AM

Things like "We can't tell her!" and "What do you mean?" rang out in the room, and internally a part of me was proud that I had ruffled them. I wondered why they even bothered to attempt to keep it a secret in the first place. It's not like I was stupid, I noticed something was off from the first moment I saw them.

"Oh, be quiet! I just figured that, if you know my secret, I might as well know yours. It's okay if you don't tell me, but I will figure it out sooner or later," I said it cheerfully; though I'm sure they caught the threat at the end of my words. I am notorious for finding out secrets, and this is one of those times.

They settled down quickly and Carlisle sighed, "Ok."

"But Carlisle," Rosalie butted in, "She can't know, she's human!" It seemed like she was the classic 'I-get-everything-my-way' girl. Too bad, as it seems Carlisle has his mind made up. And what she just said was offending, after all. I do have the right to snap back.

"I'm two percent bird, thank you very much," I retorted.

Edward and Alice shared loaded looks, and I wondered what was up between the two. Emmett just seemed cheerful whichever way this was going down, he had a wide eyed smile on his face that just made his dimple pop out. However, Jasper seemed tense, and Esme? Esme seemed concerned, like a mother would. I briefly wondered why.

"We're vampires. We drink animal blood though, no worries," Carlisle finally said, and I blinked back my shock. Vampires? As in blood drinking vampires?

Yes Dewey, they are vampires.

Oh and why didn't you tell me before? I thought you were supposed to lead me right, not wrong. I shot back at my voice.

I just give you information Dewey, it is you who decides whether you will listen to it or go off in the opposite direction.

But it was still hard to wrap my head around this information, and suddenly, everything made sense. The blurs, the strange glowing golden eyes, the snow white skin, and the way they reacted to my probing of their secret. It just seemed… right.

Did they have golden eyes because of their animal blood diet, or did all vampires have red eyes? I won't lie, I was a bit freaked out.

"Ok, your vampires," I breathed, still slightly dazed from the revelation of their secret.

"Ok? We are bloodthirsty monsters, and you're just okay with it!" Edward suddenly exclaimed, and I leaned a back a bit. Hmm, so he considers himself a monster, huh? No wonder he was angry, I see the problem here.

"Yes, because I have seen far worse than animal drinking bloodthirsty vampires. I have seen have mutated science experiments, and have been poked with a needle far more many times then you have. So yes, vampires do not scare me, at all!" Yes, they did not scare me. Now that I have come to that conclusion, I know that it's once again the truth. They truly did not scare me.

Edward settled back into his seat, thoroughly beaten back by my bulldog tenacity. Yes, I can have a pretty bad temper, and I'm proud of it. I smiled smugly at him, he only scowled at me. Then, for some reason, his eyes softened, and I tore my eyes away from him. What in the world was that? Why did his eyes soften?

"Anyone else going to attempt to scare me, or will I have to hang you upside down with levitation?" Sarcasm was always the thing I was best at.

"Me!" Emmett yelled out, and Jasper rolled his eyes. Rosalie smacked him upside the head, and Esme shook her head.

"Boys," she muttered exasperatedly.

I sighed again. Right; I could see Emmett was the daredevil kind of person. He'd do anything as long as he got something out of it.

"So you're really okay, with us being vampires?" Alice asked, and I sensed she needed a confirmation, even if she was physic.

"Yep," I told her with a bright smile, "I've seen worse, after all." I thought of the school at that, as that was far worse than vampires, at least in my eyes. Then again, my sense of the world was often off, on normal human standards.

And my comeback, well, it was that I was only ninety eight percent human and two percent bird. See? Not normal.

"Yay!" she squealed, clapping her hands. I wondered if someone had given her a bucket full of sugar lately.

"Well, seeing as we are on good terms," for now, I added mentally, "I was wondering if you have any food? I'm starving!"

Esme nodded, "Yes, I can go make you something, if you like," she seemed all too eager. I grinned widely.

"Yes please! I'm always hungry," and like that she was gone. I blinked again, slightly startled, "Wow that was fast."

Carlisle nodded, "Yes, but Edward is the fastest. Emmett is the strongest." He seemed very proud of his sons. Edward shifted in his seat, like he was embarrassed, and Emmett flexed his muscles. I snorted, typical boys. Always showing off, or trying to avoid the subject at hand.

One by one, the Cullens seemed to drift off, until it was just Edward, Carlisle, and me. Esme came in with my food, I thanked her, and she hurried off, more than likely to do something else as well. For a second, I wondered why Edward had stayed. Why had his eyes and face softened earlier? I could have sworn his eyes were filled with, well, affection for me. It was just so, well, I'm not used to having people feeling affectionate of me, if that's what he was really feeling.

Maybe that's just it though; maybe I'm just overthinking things. I should just let things play out, stop getting headstrong over everything. I'm not used to relying on everyone; I always gather my strength from within myself.

I ate my food (It was sub sandwich) and just.. relaxed. For a moment I allowed myself to rely on someone else, to just, be. And I'm pretty sure if I ever see Max again, she would have my head for it. But this felt so right, and there was no denying it; I felt like I belonged in this house of vampires, and that's when I noticed how cheesy I was getting.

Earth to Dewey, no cheesiness allowed, I scolded myself, and finished my sandwich why trying not to think about how right this felt. Because it shouldn't feel right, being in a house full of vampires, even if they did drink animal blood.

[Isabella Marie Swan Cullen]

AN: Same as last time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Maximum Ride, Stephenie Meyer and James Patterson own all. I just decided to give Bella wings. No copyright infringement intended.

Bella | Dewey Point Of View / Cullen House 12:48 AM

After I had finished my sandwich, I looked at the two remaining vampires.

"So, what is legend, and what is myth? Do you explode in the sun? Change into bats?" I asked, and I was truly curious. I had read a few vampire books, but I did not know what was canon for them. What was true, and what was not true.

"No," Carlisle laughed, "Those are myths. We have fangs, but can extend them and retract them at will. Our hearts beat, but we are cold blooded creatures, requiring the blood of others to survive. To be in direct sunlight is painful for us, though cloudy skies are fine. And we don't sleep or eat human food. "

"Oh wow, that's really neat," I leaned forward in my seat, "What do the golden eyes mean? Do all vampires have them, or is it just you?"

"Just us," Edward said with a faint smile, "There's another family like us in Denali, Alaska; but otherwise, all other vampires have red eyes."

"Hmm," I murmured to myself. A quick glance at the clock told me I should be sleeping, it was getting late.

"Oh! Are you tired Dewey? We have a spare room," Carlisle offered, seeming to be abashed at forgetting my humanness.

"Yes, that would be nice," I nodded, and then Esme was there, herding me to a bedroom not far from the living room.

It was large and open, the full sized bed in the middle of the room with plenty of space for me to sleep in. I pulled my sweatshirt off, before curling up in the middle of the bed on my stomach to sleep. That's another thing about us avian hybrids, sleeping on our backs is uncomfortable, and you'll sooner see us on our stomachs than on our backs.

I plucked a twig from my right wing, before closing my eyes and falling asleep.

I slowly opened my eyes and tensed. Where was I? I was in a room, on a spacious bed… then it all came rushing back to me. The Cullens finding me, them being vampires, and then falling asleep in this comfortable bed. I groaned. It was just my luck, to come across a coven of vampires, wondering why I had wings.

Slowly, I sat up and stretched, extending my wings to their fullest before folding them perfectly against my spine. Yeah, that's how big this room was, big enough for me to stretch my wings.

Looking around, I noticed a clock on the wall.

7:04 AM

It was morning, and the cloudy light filtered in through the room. Smiling to myself, I levitated my sweatshirt to myself, before heading off to the kitchen. I'm sure Esme, the mother of the clan of vampires, would have something for me to eat.

And that's just the hungry birdkid in me talking. I love, love, love food.

As I walked into the kitchen, Esme greeted me… and Edward. What was it with him and wanting to be around me? Not that I was complaining, I like having him around. He was… handsome for lack of a better word.

"Hello, Dewey," Esme said warmly, and placed a plate in front of me.

Edward smiled and nodded, "Morning, Bella."

I glared at him, and he quickly amended, "Dewey."

"That's much better," I told him cheerfully. Anyone who called me Bella usually got hit in some form or another, but since I liked him, I had decided to let him off the hook, just this once.

Relaxing, I sat on a stool, and looked at the plate in front of me. On it was bacon, eggs, and two hash browns. Yum, my favorite; anyone who knew me knew that I loved hash browns.

I took a bite, and waited ten seconds; just to see if I would drop dead, because I still don't completely trust them; and when I was still standing… I mean sitting, I dug in. And oh my god the food was delicious.

The hash browns were almost as if they had personally gone to McDonalds themselves and bought them, but I knew they hadn't. I moaned at the utter… goodness of it all. This was better than Iggy's food! And that's saying something.

Esme beamed at my appreciation of her food, before going off to do whatever she does. Edward stayed, of course he did. I seriously wondered if he had 'I-am-going-to-stay-with-you' syndrome. The boy was that obvious.

"What?" I asked as I finished my food.

"Nothing," he muttered, and then his eyes softened towards me again. What was up with him? And why all the lovey dovey looks towards me? Was he… oh do not go there Dewey, do not go there!

"Nothing my stinking behind, Edward. What is it with you and these looks you are shooting me?" Yep, classic old me, always getting straight to the awful truth; I hate when people try to dodge the bullet.

"Erm, well… your my mate okay!" and then he ran straight out of the room, nothing but a blur to my raptor vision.

I blanched, and dropped my fork on my plate. It made a cloud clang as the two hit each other.

I was his mate? What in the world did he mean about that?

Exactly as he says, Dewey, my voice chimed in oh so elegantly, exactly as he says.

Me, being a vampire's mate; for some reason unknown to me, I just could see it. And that's the part that worried me the most, being a vampire's mate. Would I have to become a vampire too? I didn't even have feelings for him, but did I really not have feelings for him?

I just didn't… know?