Stopping she put the nozzle down and waited. He sputtered angrily, cursing and choking. He was about 2 minutes from screaming. He stopped, glaring at her, his blue eyes hidden in the show of his eye brows. Pointing a finger at him, my mother barked gently, "Stop, Edward."

He didn't say anything else, instead he just glowered at her.

Grabbing a towel, I started to towel dry my aunts arms. Although she was just attacked with scalding hot coffee, her skin wasn't red, it was still the pale grayish color it always was. Breathing through her teeth, she rubbed her arms and the flesh on her chest that was exposed, areas that had come in direct contact with the liquid.

My mother was moping up the water on the floor with another towel. She rubbed my dads shoulder in a silent apology. Smiling, aunt Alive cooed in a musical tone "Welcome home everyone!" I returned her cherubic smile. The last time I'd seen her was about two years ago for my birthday. Her, Uncle Jasper -her husband who was also dads adopted brother-, Aunt Rosalie -dad adopted sister, and her husband Uncle Emmett – who was dads real brother- all flew down to celebrate, that was the day I found out that my grandfather -Carlisle Cullen- and my grandma -Esme Cullen- existed. They lived in Forks, somewhere.

Aunt Rosalie and Emmett lived in Kentucky for the moment, Aunt Rose was going to college and Uncle Emmett wrestled.

Aunt Alice and Jasper lived with my grandparents and helped to bread and tame wild wolves. According to the stories Uncle Jasper tells, the wolves can get as big as horses!

I was always amazed by his stories. Ever since I was a little girl, I had always begged him to bring me a wolf who bayed a tune at night. I wanted a cream colored wolf, or russet or grey colored one the size of a horse, able to leap large swimming pools and fall from the top of a large oak tree without getting hurt.

I'd asked him so many times and all he'd do is smile and reply "maybe once they're fully trained."

My father didn't like the wolves though. He'd roll his eyes and snort "Filthy, vile, crude, cruel, senseless, mindless, heartless, smelly murderous bags of fur and bone. They always get into trouble and he never stop eating! We'd starve before those good-for-nothing mutts were full!"