My fingers tapped against my knee, jerking forward every time that damned flight attendant spoke, her fake cheery voice grating against my ear drums. The only thing stopping me from leaping over the guy next to me, to tear her throat out with my teeth, was that going to jail would seriously compromise my situation. I couldn't afford to be any where but at home and in bed.

I snapped my teeth once more in irritation as her voice carried down the body of the plane, informing us that we could get off any minute now. I almost screamed in delight. Apparently, there had been a delay. When the woman said, again, in that infuriating voice, we could get off, I was one of the first that flew out of their seats, grabbed their luggage and then legged it out of the plane, and into the airport.

As I was getting off, the woman looked at me in irritation, as she recognised me as one if the loudest groaners and moaners when we had first been informed we were delayed. I just smiled at her, and then grinned at everyone I went past in satisfaction when I saw her pale face when her eyes set on my pointed teeth. I had gotten my front four teeth filed into points, and were pretty proud of them, even if I say so my self.

And remind me again, why we let you get that done?

Probably because you had no choice in that matter, Third Thoughts.

I know what your probably thinking. Third Thoughts? Let me explain. You've got your First Thoughts; they see every thing in front of you.

Your Second Thoughts; the ones who noticed the details of the things in front of you, and probably the most sensible part of you.

And then, my beloved, Third Thoughts; the snide, bitchy, nagging little voice that gives the running commentary on every thing going on. Ooh, look, pizza, so you decide you want a piece and then comes along the Third Thoughts, and they input with That slice will probably make you fat. And you do not need to be adding any more calories on.

So you see what I mean, now, yes? Right. Continue.

Collecting my large suitcase, may I say, it was pink and fluffy, I hurried out into the cold air. Turning my face to the sky I enjoyed the night breeze as it caressed my face. I stood there for five or so minutes before a tingling sensation went down my spine. Snapping my eye open, and frowning, I glared at the sky, and the now pink-ish light straying to rise from the ground. Almost sunlight. Great. And then it hit me. Almost sunlight. I had to get home now. Running to the car dealership that was, luckily, next to the airport, I ran inside and screamed at the guy to give me a car. My eyes flicked to the sky every couple of seconds, and my hands clenched into fists then relaxed, to repeat the process. The car man must have seen my desperate state so he pointed to a random car and muttered a quick will that do, and I nodded hard. Throwing about enough money onto his desk, I snatched the keys and ran to the car, dumping my stuff in the back and then starting the engine, and speeding off. It was an hour and a half to La Push from here, and sunrise was about an hour away. I groaned.

I was screwed.

I was probably thirty miles an hour over the speed limit but that didn't stop me almost putting my foot to the floor when I saw the little sign indicating 'La Push Reservation.' I drove around for a couple of minutes before seeing the house I'd bought. It was small, two bedrooms, and a little garden out back, but perfect for me. There was only two houses across from it, so I wasn't worried about neighbours. Deciding I would sort out everything tomorrow, I locked my bag and suitcase in the car and then rushing to unlock the front door, slam it shut, thank the gods that it was already furnished before taking the stairs two at a time and landing on the bed. I laid there, breathing heavily for a minute or two, before I felt the tell-tale tingling sensations in my spine. I laid perfectly still as the pain came and took my breath away.

I but my lip to stop from screaming bloody murder as my body died. I watched as the sun's first rays came up and I narrowed my eyes at them, trying to make them understand how much I hated them. I fisted the grey beds sheets as another wave of pain knocked through my body, and I thought that by now, after one hundred and sixty two years of this, I'd be used to the pain. But I never am. I grunted once more and with a final whoosh of breath, I was kicked out of my own body, watching as my breathing slowed, then stopped and my heart stopped pounding.

I was floating, staring down at my own dead body. When you looked at me, I looked nineteen. My eyelids were closed over my blue eyes, and I looked peaceful. My eyes were my favourite part of my body, in certain light, they glowed red. My hair was a pure white, being an albino did nothing for colour, and I suppose wing dead for over one hundred years had a toll in the body. My eye brows were white, as were any other hair in my body. My skin was pale, and my breasts average.

I'm guessing you want to know my name, don't you?

My name is Invetta Adelaide. . .

I turned away from my cold body and floated through the door to explore my new house until the sun came up. I guess there's a few things I need to tell you, eh?

. . . And I am dead.