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Elizabeth POV

I have never been more terrified in my life.

My father is here.

I can hear his voice, him laughing with his family who he has been away from for so long, and I feel like I'm doing the wrong thing.

I shouldn't have come. I shouldn't be doing this. I'm just going to ruin everyone's happiness.

I'm also scared to death that he won't like me. Or maybe he'll think I'm lying! Why would I do that though? Plus I look exactly like him and mom so...he can't really argue with that, can he? Do I get my stubborn streak from him?

I don't know...maybe I should just leave while I can.

Just then Carlisle opened the back door and gestured with his hand for me to come with him.

I stood completely still.

He looked at me worriedly, came over to me, and gently hugged me. He grabbed my hand, held it tight, and lead me inside.

"How did you find out?" My father asked in his deep, velvety voice, with his back turned to me.

Carlisle squeezed my hand.

"Through me." I responded.

He froze, Alice nodded at him, and he slowly turned to face me.

My heart started racing and my anxiety went up a level as his wide golden eyes first saw me.

He looked different in person, he looked better. The way he carried himself made him seem older then he looked. His bronze hair was exactly the same shade as mine, his golden eyes were wide and pretty, and his skin had the same porcelain type quality mine had.

We stood there accessing each other for what seemed like hours, but it was only a few minuets.

His eyes gave off every emotion he was feeling. Confusion, understanding, pain, self hate?

"Edward, are you okay son?" Carlisle asked, putting himself slightly in front of me.

He couldn't take his eyes off me, he wanted to look to his father for guidance, but he just couldn't bring himself to look away.

"I need to speak to Bella." He said so quietly I almost didn't hear him.

My heart sank in my chest.

"Later son, we'll discuss it. Elizabeth has been very anxious to meet you." Carlisle smiled back at me.

I was able to look away, suddenly released from whatever consciousness had me holding my fathers intense gaze.

"Elizabeth?" He asked, probably wondering if that was my name.

"Elizabeth Carlyle Masen." I told him, looking up from the ground to look him in the eyes while I spoke, then quickly looked away again.

"Oh my god." He sank to his knees, startling me, and I reached out to grab onto Carlisle.

"It's okay." He squeezed my hand tighter.

My father buried his face in his hands. He was shaking strangely and then I realized he was crying.

He looked the exact same from my dream.

Quietly, I stepped forward. Carlisle looked at me strangely and then, understanding what I wanted to do, he let go of my hand and smiled at me brightly.

I walked up to my father, and regarded him for a moment.

This man, my father, loved my mother so incredibly much he left her for her safety. He was completely unaware that by doing so he would be leaving more than just my mother.

He was leaving a daughter he knew nothing about.

He was currently being consumed by guilt. His pain, her pain, my pain, it all ate him alive to the point he was just this shell of a person he used to be.

So, in a moment of complete understanding and compassion, I got onto my knees and carefully wrapped my arms around his neck.

He froze.

It scared me and I went to let go of him, but he surprised me when he latched onto me. His arms wrapped around me tight and he held the back of my head as he pulled me closer to him.

"I'm so sorry." He cried and tears started to come to my eyes.

"It's okay, you didn't know." I buried myself deeper into his neck.

We sat like that for a long moment, both of us crying as we held each other, and finally felt okay enough to pull apart.

"You look very much like your mother." He smiled, softly wiping some stray tears from my cheeks.

I also noticed the pain in his eyes as he looked at me.

"She looks very similar to yourself son." Carlisle smiled, coming up behind me and wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Good genes." I laughed, still wiping away tears.

"Where is Bella?" My father asked.

My eyes shot to the floor while Carlisle moved toward him.

"Son, why don't we all sit. We have a lot to talk about." He sighed and gestured to the couches.

Carlisle turned back toward me, grabbed my hand and pulled me over to sit in between him and Esme.

My father looked hurt, but at the same time, he seemed to understand Carlisle and Esme keeping me close to them.

"Edward, Bella went missing shortly after Elizabeth was born. The police pronounced her dead without a body." Carlisle sighed and a quick thought flashed through my mind.

The strange man, Aro, the one who I'm so sure is responsible for her disappearance...does he have her somewhere? Carlisle said he was in charge of the Volturi...

Note to self, find out more about the Volturi.

In the brief time I took to think through that aspect, I realized my father was staying calm. He had a look of deep concentration on his face as he stared at me.

"You think in pictures." He stated simply, looking at me with a new curiosity.

"Edward, did you even hear Carlisle? Bella is missing!" Alice cried and he turned to her.

"I heard him, and that's very troubling, but Elizabeth doesn't believe she's dead and that's good enough for me." He regarded her for another short moment and turned back to look at me.

"Think of something else." He smiled, a new sense of excitement in his eyes.

I didn't know what to think about so I just thought about the dream of my mother smiling and laughing in the meadow with me when I was a baby.

My father ducked his head quickly for a moment, then looked back up at me, smiling, with tears brimming his eyes.

"You were a very beautiful baby Elizabeth." He smiled and a thrill ran through me.

"So you see what I think?" I asked, moving to sit on the edge of the couch, my excitement soaring.

He smiled widely and moved to the edge of his chair too, he was just as excited as me.

"I've never seen thoughts before, I've always just heard them, but you think completely in pictures. It's so hard to describe. It's like a slideshow of so many different things that I understand what your thinking about, I can even hear your voice way off in the background. Once I get used to you, I'm sure I'll be able to hear you clearly." He smiled and, strangely, I felt normal for the first time in my life.

Carlisle and Esme both got up then and moved to the other side of the room. I scooted over on the couch and my father practically jumped to sit with me.

"So, there's nothing wrong with me?" I asked, very hopeful.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you." His sad eyes bore into me and I had a feeling I reminded him much more of my mother then I thought.

"Elizabeth, it's nearing eight." Esme called my attention.

"Eight?! Where did the time go? Grampa's gonna freak!" I cried, jumping up off the couch.

Suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me to a stop gently.

"Wait! What? Where are you going?" My father sounded panicked.

"I have to get home before Grampa Charlie has a heart attack." I sighed and turned to look back at him.

"Charlie? So you live with Charlie?"

"No, I live with Renee. I'm just visiting for the summer...although I love Forks." I smiled at him.

"But I just got you, you can't leave now!" He cried, sounding very panicked at this point.

"I'll come back tomorrow. First thing." I smiled as he stood.

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise!" I giggled and held out my pinky finger. He laughed a little and pinky promised me.

"Do you need a ride or anything?" He asked worriedly.

"No, I'm fine, I have the truck. Thank you though." I smiled, giving each of the Cullens a hug goodbye.

"Well, I'll walk you out." He smirked and we headed out to the truck.

"Oh. my. god...this monstrous thing still works?" He spoke in frustration.

"Works better then when mom drove it actually." I said proudly.

"What, can it actually go over sixty now?"

"Eighty actually."

"Nice." He sounded impressed but worried.

"I'm still not sure how I feel about you driving around in this old thing..." He furrowed his eyebrows the same way I do when thinking hard.

"Well, too late, I'm in love with it and it's nice to feel like moms close by." I crossed my arms over my chest and put on my best smirk.

"You're too much like me for your own good, you know that kid?" He laughed, copying my smirk.

"Actually I'm more like Carlisle apparently." I shrugged.

"You really are." He sighed, wistfully, and looked at his watch.

"I should get going."

"You should, we wouldn't want Charlie to have a heart attack now would we." He laughed and I joined in easily.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled, going to open the cabs door.

"Good then..." He paused, hesitating. "Can I hug you?" He asked sheepishly, almost ashamed with himself for even thinking he could.

"You don't even have to ask." I smiled, hugging him tight.

"Goodnight Elizabeth." He spoke sweetly in my ear.

"Goodnight...Dad."