Disclaimer: The only thing in this story that belongs to me is the plot, everything else belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

The moment I opened my eyes in the morning I slammed them shut again with a groan, wishing to fall back into unconsciousness.

Unfortunately they must have been listening for me, one of the biggest problems with living in a house of people who didn't sleep and have excellent hearing. Also people who seem to have something against letting me mope.

"Rise and shine!" a familiar chirpy voice said, entering my room without knocking as usual.

I pulled the light green cover up and over my head in a useless attempt to make the voice go away, but it was almost immediately ripped away from me.

If I feel like moping I should damn well be able to mope! I thought loudly on behalf of my father, who I'm sure put them up to this, although knowing this family.

My thinking was probably useless though, my father was usually…preoccupied at this time in the morning, the main reason that I decided to move out of the small cottage in the forest and into the large white house. Honestly, keeping me there as long as they did had to be a sign of child abuse.

"Put this on," I felt something land on my head and pulled it off, finally giving in and opening my eyes. I glanced around the room, coloured different shades of gold until I spotted a bright red spot. Blinking my eyes a few times my 'aunt' Alice came into focus.

She flicked back her short black hair and beamed at me "Glad to see you finally up! I have so much to do today"

I wordlessly glared at her and stumbled into the bathroom that I had demanded be added to my fathers old room when I moved in.

I changed into the green top and jeans that Alice had given me and splashed water on my face. Glancing in the fancy gold gilded mirror on the wall I ran my brush through my wavy copper coloured hair and pulled it back into a ponytail.

There was no reason to go to any more trouble, firstly because I was stunning no matter what I did, a fact that would probably sound vain except it was completely true, and secondly because there was nobody I felt like impressing today.

I walked back into my bedroom. Almost immediately Alice grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door, well if you could call it dragging, even though I put up a slight resistance it was still pretty easy for her.

We swooped down the staircase before I stopped her. I held a hand to her face and thought about eating breakfast. This stopped her quickly; most of the vampires forgot that I had to eat other things than just blood. I wasn't actually too hungry, but I wanted to postpone Alices 'fun' as long as possible.

We stopped in the huge living room, Emmet was glued in front of the TV, exactly the same place that he had been when I went to bed, I wondered if he'd moved at all.

I noticed that Quill and Embry were now sitting next to him, equally glued; I glanced at the screen and saw some men running around with some sort of ball.

Tactful as always Emmet greeted me, "You still moping over that dumb dog? Get over it already."

I glanced at the werewolves next to him, waiting for them to get worked up at the phrase 'dumb dog' but they didn't even flinch. Figures, men throwing around a ball was much more important than pride.

"He's right Nessie, it's been a day" Embry said, still not looking away from the television.

I fought the urge to poke my tongue out at them, which probably wouldn't seem very mature and turned instead to the huge dog basket in the corner. I knew that Quill probably was a bit more sympathetic than the other two, being away from Claire was as hard for him as my being away from Jacob. Unfortunately he was even more absorbed in the TV than the others.

"How is she?" I asked Rose, who as always was hanging anxiously in front of the basket.

She looked fondly at the sleeping grey wolf, "She seems to be doing well, they will probably be along soon, she's been resting so often."

It had been a shock to all of us when Leah had turned up one day, pregnant. Mostly a surprise because she was supposedly a genetic dead end. The thing was, a wolf's body works much differently than a humans, and the father wasn't exactly human...

I don't know any of the details, mostly because I don't want to know any of the details. I feel sorry for all the others in her pack, especially her brother, since they couldn't avoid knowing the details.

Almost as much as a shock was Rosalie's devotion to looking after Leah, as much as she had been for my mother according to Jake. It tuned out that Rose adored babies of any kind.

Nobody had any idea what was going to happen, since Leah was the first female werewolf ever, but Billy Black was still trying, looking up all the Quileute legends that he could.

I turned to go to the kitchen, walking at a normal human pace to annoy Alice. The kitchen was surprisingly lavish for a family where only one person actually ate. It was spacious and light, like most of the house, and filled with every appliance and every ingredient you could ever want.

I guess now with the werewolves hanging around more, and me eating more human food it made sense but I wonder what they used it for before?

I strode across the smooth white tiles, actually feeling hungry now and suddenly tripped over…well nothing. I caught myself before I could fall, but this did nothing to improve my mood, as well as her eyes I also inherited my mother's ability to somehow trip over a smooth surface.

I was too hungry to fuss around with anything so I prepared a bowl of cereal and took it out to the living room to eat. I plopped onto the couch next to Embry but I don't think that any of them noticed my presence.

"Nessie!" Seth bounded through the door, looking as infuriatingly happy as usual.

"Go away!" I demanded angrily, taking another bite.

He ignored me and bounded over to pull me up off the couch.

"I'm not finished!" I complained trying to pull away but finding myself trapped, the whole not being as strong as werewolves or vampires really got annoying sometimes.

He took the half eaten bowl from me and deposited it on a nearby table; he then dragged me out of the house, although, as with Alice, it couldn't really be called dragging.

"We're going hunting!" he said enthusiastically once we were outside.

I made a face, although I was equally able to eat both human food and blood the latter seemed a lot less appealing, it was so much easier to eat something that hadn't just been running around.

He took a look at the less than enthusiastic look on my face, "Oh, come on, you used to love blood!"

I rolled my eyes, "you say that like it's a good thing?"

I sighed, seeing his face drop, not an easy task to accomplish with Seth, "Fine, I'll do whatever you and Alice feel like to preoccupy me today," I decided that it would be much easier just to give in, besides I should probably be enjoying my last day of freedom.

"Yay!" Alice danced over happily, "You broke her spirit!" she gave Seth a hi-five.

I sighed again then beamed at Alice, "So, what first?"

A/N: Firstly, I know it's a little stupid starting a Twilight story around the same time as a Host story, but I got inspired after Breaking Dawn (Eclipse is still definitely my favourite!) so I decided to start this.

Secondly, Nessie and Seth are both pretending to be about 17 in this story, although technically he's still 15.

Thirdly, my answer to any technical questions you may have about the story is that it is magic, anything can happen ;)

As always, reviews are appreciated.

Midnight Filly