Bella stood atop the cliff, watching the waves roll into the bay below her. Listening to the sound of the night creatures of the great Canadian North come alive around her.

"It's beautiful this time of year isn't it?" The cool voice of her brother floated across the open field behind her.

"It's always beautiful Gavin. I just wish she was here to see it." Bella sniffled, eyes hardening at the betraying sound.

Gavin walked up and wrapped his arm around his twins' shoulders. "She's in here Bella." He pointed at his temple "But also in here." Tapping his chest over his heart he sighed. "Mom and dad told me to let you know dinner is almost ready and they want you home soon. We leave first thing tomorrow morning."

"Please tell me dad didn't try to make roast beef again." Bella smiled, grateful for the change of topic.

"No, mom made stew or something. I'm not too sure."

The twins turned and started walking back down the trail leading towards civilization.

Walking into a house for what you know is going to be your last meal in it is a different kind of depressing feeling. It's knowing that chances are, the memories you made in this house will be forgotten, overlooked by memories of the new house you're going into. Memories that will be plagued by the joy of moving somewhere new.

Bella smiled sadly as she ran her hand over the cursive B marked on it. Dinner had been a quiet affair, the family of four eating quickly and separating to finish up packing their bags for the trip. Entering the room Bella finished her two suitcases and grabbed her carry on, packing two extra sets of clothes and her essentials. She'd lost her luggage on a flight to Japan once and was left with just the clothes on her back and her laptop bag.

"We're going to go shopping once we get settled." Her mother was leaning on her door frame smiling at her oldest child. "Your brother is begging Charlie to take him to get new shoes."

Bella rolled her eyes, her brother was as obsessed with shoes like a girl was with makeup. She may have been too, but that was beside the point.

"Of course he is. Don't let me forget to pick up my bike."

"As if you would." Her mother laughed heartily. "Finish packing, we leave for the airport at six am sharp."

Bella nodded at her mother and turned back to her bags. Making quick work of the remaining items she had left, she got changed and laid in her bed.

Tucking her hands behind her head she stared at the ceiling, waiting to succumb to sleep.

She dreamt of piercing black eyes, plump lips and long golden blonde hair. Waking up panting, Bella searched the room frantically, eyes sweeping through the darkness. Her t-shirt was soaked through, sticking to her body.

Once she calmed down she noticed the clock, bright red numbers flashed back at her, telling her it was 4:30 am. Sighing she rolled out of bed, peeled the soaked shirt off her back and stumbled into the bathroom.

Standing under the cool stream calmed her down a little, slowing her pulse. She made quick work of washing her hair and body and toweled off. It was now 5 am according to the clock she had in her bathroom. She brushed her teeth, washed her face and applied deodorant. Stepping out of the bathroom she carried her bags downstairs and into the foyer.

"Good morning." Her father dropped a kiss on her temple and headed to the kitchen, Bella following.

"Morning." She dropped down into a chair and her mother placed a plate piled with breakfast in front of her.

"Is Gavin up yet?" Her mother asked her father, flipping pancakes on the stove.

"Yes he's in the shower I think." He told her, sipping his coffee.

"Good, we leave right after breakfast. Are you all packed now Bells?"

"Yeah I think so, I just have to put my bags in the car."

"Alright sweetheart."

"Good morning mum." Gavin sat down and started shoveling breakfast in his mouth. Charlie swatting the back of his head.

"Slow down boy, it's not going anywhere."

"Sorry, dad."

After they finished breakfast the luggage was loaded into the black SUV parked out front. Piling into the vehicle, they took off for the airport.

Meanwhile, in Forks, Washington an argument was taking place.

"Emmett I know you broke my car jack!" A tall blonde growled at her brother. The hulking man cowering in the corner.

"No, it was clearly already broken when you got it."

The girl growled loudly, her lip curling back. "I just bought it yesterday." She took a step towards the boy, and he instinctively covers up his crotch.

"Rosalie." The stern voice of their mother, signaling her return home from the store. The blonde glanced at her mother and the boy sighed in relief. "That's enough. You can buy a new one and you know it."

"I told him not to touch it though."

"I didn't touch it!" He exclaimed. Squirming when his mother's glare fell upon him. "I tripped over it, a total accident, I promise."

"Emmett, buy a new one. Now." With her hands on her hips, Esme was the perfect model of a mother scolding children. "Rosalie, go hunt."

"Yes, mom." They both grumbled, shoulder checking each other on the way out the door. Growling playfully.

"Children." Esme rolled her eyes at the pair and headed upstairs to see if her mate was home from work yet.