Hi, so I just had this idea flowing through my head and decided to post it. I have no clue on who the pairings will be but Bella won't end up as a Vampire or be in a relationship with one.

~TES

I opened my laptop quietly, not making any decisions so Alice wouldn't see what I was doing. I searched in the last name Telford and I saw a mugshot of two men, both had scars on their faces and greying hair and even though they had been arrested they were still smirking.

I looked up the first man, Charles (Charlie) Telford and found out that he was, in fact dead. A deep overwhelming sadness washed over me as I realised that my father or uncle was dead.

I decided to wait for the family I had lived with my entire life to come home and confront them about it.

The door slammed a couple hours later and I made my way downstairs. The entire family was in the living room talking when I stood in the door way.

"So Carlisle, who's my real dad? Is it Charlie that you've kept me from all these years or was it Filip? Who did my mother despise so much that she couldn't even leave me with my own father?" I asked as I leant against the frame. He looked at me in shock.

"How'd you find out?" He stuttered.

"Didn't you think I'd grow curious as to why only I had a different last name or why I was the only one going out on sunny days or why I didn't suddenly up and run out the door when there were people around? Or why didn't I suddenly know the answers to what you were thinking or know what you was going to do based on a decision? Why was I the only one sleeping and why was there constantly being walls replaced? Throw a remote at the tv and you'd think it'd crack but no it makes a hole? I'm not as stupid as you may think I am. I may have numerous problems with me but I sure know when something isn't normal. So now tell me which one was my dad?" I snapped while my hand subconsciously moved to the gun in the back of my jeans.

"It was Charlie, Filip is your uncle and your only living relative. He lives in Charming CA, although your mother, Renee, died a few years back," he said quietly. I nodded, I felt no sadness about my mother's death. For all, I cared she was dead to me the moment she left me on the Cullen's retched doorstep.

I turned and left the room heading to the room upstairs I currently resided in and packed my bags and called up someone who owed me a favour.

"Hey, I got some bikes and cars up here - 14 bikes and 5 cars - need them moving up to a Charming, CA in storage until further notice, bill the storage details to my account. One of the cars will have some of my clothes in, leave that one at the house when I send you an address for it. That alright man?" I spoke quickly into the phone as I finished emptying my drawers of clothes and putting all of my manuals and magazines, books, car models, bike models and my horse models into boxes.

"Yeah that's alright, it'll take us a week or two, will you have enough clothes for then?" he replied, I nodded - even though he couldn't see it.
"Yeah, if not I'll pick some up on the way through. It won't take me long, barely a day - a couple of pit stops on the way."

It took me almost ten trips to get all the boxes and bags into my 1969 Dodge Charger and then took another two of my bags and loaded them into the car I'd be taking - my 1970 Ford Mustang. And then returning to get my two dogs from in the garden.

I texted my other friend who was looking after my horses in livery and asked him if he could keep them for the next month and have them in schooling while I move down to CA and get living arrangements for them. He replied quickly saying that it was perfectly fine and that my horses were already being schooled.

I had some of my friends from the La Push Reservation come down to the Cullen house and drive my bikes and cars to Jacob's garage, parking them round back in the compound. I gave them all 50 bucks and they all went back to what they were doing.

"Look, man, they'll be at a place called Jacob's Garage, I don't trust the family who supposedly adopted me - steer clear of them a'ight man? I'm off to find my Uncle."
"Yeah, text me your address once you've got a place." he said as he hung up.

18 hours later. 9am.

I pulled into a motel in the town of Charming almost a day later, I checked in and left my bags in the room. I pulled out again and drove to the estate agents. I walked in and a man in a suit and tie stood up and greeted me.

"Hello, I'm John Wilson, how may I help you?" he asked. I looked around at the walls and had a look at some of the houses up for sale.
"Um yeah, I'm looking for a house. Well, more preferably a farm/ranch. I've got quite a few cars and bikes and have 9 horses in livery and I've recently been left another 4 in my best friends Will, you see I need enough room for all of the cars and bikes in a shed/garage and my horses are too far away for me to spend any time with them in a yard so I really need somewhere to keep them all so I can care for them and a pretty large house."

He nodded along with what I was saying and after a little while he hummed and walked to a cabinet, taking out some files and placing them on a table.

"We currently have 7 Farms and Ranches up for sale, if you would like I can take you on a tour and you can pick which one you want?" I nodded and we headed out of the agents and into a car.

I suddenly heard the roaring of motorbike engines and paused in my movements to see a group of bikers, probably in a club, drive by - some of them giving me weird and curious looks as I stared at them.

I decided to find out later.

We toured the ranches and farms and I was having a tough time choosing which one I wanted. Hell, my bank account was big enough to buy them all with plenty left over money but I wasn't sure.

I decided on the one just outside of town, near a garage called Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair. I would decide if I needed to buy another once all my stuff got here.