Chapter 8-

"Grandpa, what are you doing here?" I asked with confusion and horror in my voice.

And more importantly, how did you find me? I added in my head. My grandpa's thin lips pulled into a small smile and deep wrinkles formed on the corners of his mouth.

"Bella, are you okay?" I heard Edward ask behind me. I turned and saw him looking down at me with concerned eyes and paying no attention to the old man in front of me that I had bumped into.

"Uh huh," I answered him, nodding firmly. Edward relax and turned his gaze to my grandpa.

"Uh, Edward, I'd like you to meet my grandpa. Grandpa, I'd like you to meet Edward, my… uh… boyfriend," I introduced them. I hesitated before saying the word boyfriend since I didn't know what Edward considered us as. He seemed to hear my hesitation because he looked at me sincerely and smiled angelically. He looked back at my grandpa and extended his hand.

"It's nice to meet you," Edward said politely, giving my grandpa a winning smile. My grandpa nodded and took Edward's hand, giving it a firm shake.

"Uh, Edward," I whispered so only he could here. "Can I talk to my grandpa alone? You can go back to your dorm, I'll be over later okay?"

Edward looked at me in the eyes and contemplated on an answer. He let out a disappointed sigh and nodded his head.

"Thanks, you're the best," I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a deeper kiss.

"Edward," I whispered, letting him know that my grandpa was staring at us. He reluctantly let go of me and let out another long sigh.

"See you later," Edward smiled one last time before turning around and walked towards his Volvo. He climbed in and put the key in the ignition, causing the engine to come to life, then settling to a soft purr. He waved at me one last time then sped off towards his dorm building.

You miss him already, my heart teased as I stared at the parking lot in disappointment.

I feel bad for him, my conscience stated. My conscience's words confused me but I didn't have time to waste thinking about the hidden meaning of the words because I had a grandpa to attend to.

My grandpa sat in a wooden chair in the dining room as I rummaged in the kitchen, trying to find something my grandpa could drink without getting sick. I gave up and just handed him a glass of water. My grandpa smiled at me and said a quiet 'thank you.'

"You've grown so much," he said absentmindedly as he took a small sip of water.

"When you ran away, I didn't know what to do. I didn't know where you were and why you left."

"Grandpa, I'm sorry it's ju-"

"Then I remembered my past, and what having the Swan name means," my grandpa let out a long sigh and looked at me with deep sadness in his eyes.

"What?" that was the only thing that I could come up with at that moment in time. My grandpa's gaze fell onto the table and he shook his head lightly.

"I should have told you about it when you were younger, but I just couldn't. You're father insisted that we kept it a secret from you. He said if you didn't know, you wouldn't suffer as much as we did," my grandpa tried to explain, still not willing to make eye contact with me.

"Tell me what?" I asked with confusion coloring my tone.

"Oh how wrong he was…" my grandpa sighed, not answering my question.

"Grandpa, tell me what?" I repeated myself, this time a little bit louder and harder. My grandpa stayed silent.

"Grandpa," I said firmly, losing my patience. I knew he didn't do anything but I couldn't help but get frustrated. He just looked up and stared at me apologetically. I let out a sigh of frustration and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"I guess you're old enough..." my grandpa sighed, closing his eyes and I waited patiently for him to start.

"You're father would never have agreed to this if he was alive," my grandpa confirmed.

"Well, I can't agree with you because I don't know what it is that he doesn't want to tell me," I was getting more and more annoyed with my grandpa.

It's not his fault, I reminded myself, trying to calm down. My grandpa sighed once again.

"The... Swan name has been... how should I say this..." he trailed off, trying to find a word that described what he was thinking.

"Cursed. That's the word... cursed," he paused.

"The Swan name has been cursed from many centuries..."

I'm sorry if this chapter is a bit short. I have an idea of what the curse will be but I honestly have no idea how the curse was given. I will think about it and write it down right away in case I might forget it. If you have any ideas, I would be honored to hear it.