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The siblings had left the room no less than five minutes ago, arguing very loudly over what they'd do with me. I was annoyed that neither of them thought I should have a choice in the matter, but then again I really had no idea where I even was. It was easier to hate Cullen when he was out of the room and I was thankful for getting the chance to breathe again. I hadn't fully wrapped my mind about Alice yet. When she was around I liked her, she was funny, and when she yelled at her brother it was weirdly satisfying. I took my time alone to explore, throwing the covers off and climbing out of bed, I let my feet touch the cooled wood of the floor. The room was a deep red, the ceiling a beautiful pale blue. On the wall furthest from the bed there was a brick fireplace, an intricate wooden mantel surrounding it. I padded my way toward it, intrigued by the pictures lining the top. I immediately recognized a younger Edward, surrounded by what I assumed to be his family. His mother was breathtaking. She had short curls about a shade lighter than Edward's, blue eyes the color of the sky. There was a man beside her, arm thrown over her shoulder, and I just knew that this had to be Edward's father. He was blonde, his face the same shape as the man in the next room over. His father was handsome, just like his son, and on his hip was who I was sure to be Alice. The little girl was so pretty, freckles gracing her little nose. Beside Edward was another boy. He was much bigger, his grin contagious. They must have another sibling.

I looked into the mirror above he pictures and frowned at my reflection. My hair was a knotted mess, tiny cuts lined my cheeks, and my lips were chapped. I groaned in annoyance. I was in this beautiful room, full of such beautiful people, and I was plain, a mess. Spinning around I spotted a window and practically ran toward it, shoving the sheer white curtains aside. I didn't know where I was, but this damn sure wasn't New York. I could tell that I was on the second story of the home, for I was looking down at a beautiful courtyard, bright yellow flowers surrounded a small fountain with little blue birds bathing under the stream. There were large oak trees on either side of the wrought iron fence that cast a cooling shade over the bench that was pressed next to the gate. People were gathered in what looked like a park across the street. It was filled with trees that I had never seen before and moss draped down almost touching the tops of the children's heads. I placed my hand against the cool glass and breathed deeply, wanting nothing more than to be outside, feeling the sun against my skin, exploring this world that I had never seen before.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I heard his voice behind me and pushed away from the window quickly, flattening my body against the wall. Nothing good had ever come from me being so close to the window, if this were Alec, he'd flip. But it wasn't Alec, was it? This was something different. Someone different. I feared Edward, that was true, but not because I thought he'd hit me.

"I..uh…where am I?" I tried not to look at him, but I failed. My eyes were locked to his and I was incapable of looking away.

He laughed again and I willed myself not to walk toward him. "This is New Orleans, darlin'." He made his way toward the window and peered out. He was so close to me now and it took everything out of me not to reach out and touch him. I scooted my body away, keeping myself pressed tightly to the wall. "And you haven't seen nothing yet."