Lena's point of view on Zombie Island. Because she was awesome. And the only thing possibly cooler than her were-cat thing is Jacob Black's werewolf thing. Anyways. Read on!!!!

If she stared long enough in the mirror, she could almost believe she was normal. Because the mirror couldn't lie, could it? The mirror couldn't fake the long, black hair or the small mouth or the soft human skin, could it? It couldn't show her as something she wasn't... could it?

Apparently it could. Because as soon as she looked away from the mirror, she felt it again. The hunger, raging deep inside her, and she knew how fake this mask was. As good as it looked, it was only a mask now, nothing more. She could talk, walk, dress, but she couldn't lie to herself, and she knew what she truly was. A beast. A monster, longing to be unlocked for good.

She wondered if, maybe, the human was still somewhere inside her. It had to be, didn't it, if she wanted to be human? But where? And how could two such extremes exist in one body? The monster, desperate to eat. The human, longing to love. She could barely remember that feeling now, it had been so many years. The sudden warmth, a flutter of the heart, a loss of breath. That was gone now. Around Jacques, she felt an air of mild friendship. Around Simone, she felt undying devotion. Around Fred... she felt... alive.

Fred. Going to be their next victim. She had lured him here, because he and his friends were perfect. And because, even before having spoken to him, she could almost imagine her heart beating again. Beating for him. And she had wondered, just maybe, if it was possible...

Every time he smiled at her or touched her lightly, she forgot, just for a second, to pretend to breath. And when she remembered, it came in a start, alomst involuntary. Just like it had been when she was still simply human, still simply her. She missed that, being simply her. She didn't know if the cat person was her, or if it was just some demon possessing her. Was she thinking through its brain? Through her own? Were they one and the same? And had the cat always been lurking in her, just pulled out by her prayer?

She knew she would never know, but she couldn't help but wonder. Wondering was all there was to do, anyways, when she lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, praying for sleep that she knew could never come again. Instead of dreams every night, memories claimed her. She remembered the screams of the villagers, of her friends, as the crocodiles drew in. The laughter of the pirates. The burning, passionate hatred she had never felt before. Now she felt it all the time. Except around him. Around him, it was muted. Toned down. And it was like stepping out of a tiny, locked cramped room into a breath of fresh air.

As the full moon grew closer, the hunger grew worse. Her hunger for life. And her hunger for him. If she wanted to have him by force, she could. She knew that. She could use magic, or just simply seduce him. But she didn't want that. What she really wanted was for him to love her because of who she was. Love her because he couldn't help it. And she knew how unfair her cravings were. But what she wanted more than to love was to be loved.

That little red-head didn't even know how good she had it. Daphne, that was her name. Daphne. Daphne ignored Fred. She was blind. She didn't know how much he wanted her... or worse, she did know, but wouldn't acknowledge it. Because he wasn't good enough for her. While in reality, she was the worthless one.

Lena almost couldn't stand it, how Daphne just tossed him off. She had been doing a little background research and she knew how Fred had followed Daphne, stayed with her, even after the gang had split up. And still, Daphne wouldn't recognize how lucky she was. To have him.

Lena shrieked, lashing out at the lying mirror. Glass shards went flying, surrounding her. She sank down on the floor, head in her hands, crying. Crying for what she lost. Crying for what she knew she would never gain. She picked up a shard of glass, held it to her face. Her eye shone green in it, a bright green that wasn't quite human but not really cat, either. That's what she was. In between. And that's how it was always going to be.

Her door creaked open and Simone strode in. She stopped for a moment, surveying the room. Then she turned to Lena.

"Put yourself together," she said coldly. "I want this room clean before dinner."

As Simone walked back out, Lena hurried to obey her mistress. But she was crying to hard to see and kept dropping the shards, slashing her hand on them. But she couldn't give up. Simone had told her to do something and she was going to do it.

"Are you okay?" a kinder voice asked. Fred. She looked up, sniffing, and offered him a weak smile.

"Fine, thanks," she said, remembering her southern drawl just in time. But apparently her lie hadn't been convincing enough. Fred walked in and bent down next to her, taking her hand in his own and examining it. He frowned thoughtfully.

"Go to the kitchen and get that wrapped," he commanded. "I'll clean up the glass for you."

"Thanks," she said, smiling gratefully. She started up, but he didn't let her hand go yet. He pulled her back to him for an instant.

"It'll be okay," he said, smiling gently, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "We'll catch the bad guys."

And as she walked away, down to the kitchen, trying to contain the monster within, she almost hoped they did.

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