The Cullen Project *Editing*

Elizabeth POV

"Hey you! Home right on time." Grampa laughed as I walked through the front door.

"Yeah, I just felt like a nice run." I smiled at him moving into the kitchen so I could talk to him easier.

"Well, I'm headed to the station for the day. You'll be okay right?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'll be just fine. I have an appointment with the librarian at one, so I'll probably spend most the afternoon there."

"The Library? Why are you going there?" He sounded shocked.

"Well, it's actually a research mission."

"Oh," he paused "back on the whole 'finding the Cullens' huh?" He asked carefully trying not to offend me.

"Yeah, I-I just have to know." I sighed.

"It's okay Elizabeth, you don't have to defend yourself. I understand. I hope you find what you're looking for." He smiled at me kindly.

"Thank you Grampa." I smiled and hugged him tightly, holding back tears.

"I love you Elizabeth, have a nice day, good luck." He smiled and headed toward the door.

"Stay safe!" I called.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned back to look at me while tears brimmed his eyes.

"Always am." He answered and left quickly.

Weird.

I headed upstairs to take a quick shower. The whole time my family's faces kept flashing through my head. I wonder what they're like. I wonder what my grandparents look like.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I pictured the man at the airport with the strange golden eyes. Wait. Gold. And he was on the same flight as me.

The man in the airport. Oh my god.

That could've been a Cullen!

I rushed and quickly threw on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a lovely blue blouse, rain boots, and a leather jacket. My hair was wildly  curly as usual and my green eyes popped.

I practically jumped downstairs and ran to the kitchen.

I grabbed the trucks keys and locked the front door behind me.

The large, rusty red truck loomed in front of me. I cautiously approached the door, unlocked it, and hopped inside.

The smells of peppermint, tobacco, and gasoline assaulted my senses. I held back my tears as I drove through town, following the signs, until I found the library.

It was a smallish building, brown brick with white trim around the large double doors and windowsills. It gave off a very welcoming atmosphere and I smiled to myself as I parked the truck and rushed inside to avoid the incoming rain.

"Welcome to Forks Public Library." A blonde headed man smiled at me from behind the large front desk. "Can I help you with anything?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm actually looking for the librarian, a Mr. Mike Newton?" I asked.

"Speaking." He smiled.

"Oh! Well, um, I'm Elizabeth Masen. I talked to you on the phone a few days ago? My appointments at one but I was hoping if you weren't busy you could move me up?" I asked.

He glanced around the empty building.

"I'm sure I can make room in my busy schedule." He laughed and motioned for me to follow him.