I apologize that this took so long to update. There were some extenuating circumstances. Also, due to those circumstances, this is the last chapter. I figured I owed an ending to whomever is reading it. I tried to finish it as well as I could, though I'm still not quite happy with it. I hope you like it. (Thanks to everyone that reviewed. It means a lot.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or anything affiliated with it. I just like to play in that particular universe.

Chapter Six

I break my position when Edward enters the room. He smiles sheepishly. "I didn't mean to disturb you."

I shrug. "It's fine."

"It's just that it's very interesting to listen to your mind when you meditate," he continues. "It's like turning down the volume on a stereo." The corner of his mouth twitches up. "Maybe I should convince Emmett to join you sometime."

I smile. "I don't think anything would be accomplished then. He'd be talking the entire time."

"Too true." Edward's expression turns wistful.

"Oh well," I say. "It was a nice thought."

He rolls his eyes at the pun, then his expression becomes slightly less lighthearted. "Bella and I are going hunting. She wants to know if you'd like to join us."

"I went two days ago," I say, shaking my head. He nods in assent and leaves, closing the door to my room behind him. My room. The words sent a small thrill through me.

I resume my pose and breathe deeply. Alice first suggested meditation as a means to control my bloodlust. It helped immensely and I liked it enough to continue with it even after I had managed to restrain myself from jumping every human I came across. It was a relief not to have thoughts whirling through my head at impossible speeds.

But, unable to regain my earlier concentration, I settle for thinking pleasing thoughts. An unbidden smile sits on my lips as I realize all that I have now. I have a place that I belong, people who actually care what happens to me. (Though I sometimes think Rosalie would like to shove me off of a cliff despite the fact that it wouldn't do me any real harm). I have a room in the basement of a home. My home. One filled with my family.

My family.

It shocks me a little. I've never really thought of them as my family before. It's strange, like finding jewels along the shoreline instead of shells. So much better than what you'd ever hoped to discover.

I test it out.

"Family." It sounds foreign in my mouth, but pleasant. I decide I like it.