1. FIRST SIGHT

There is a small town in Washington state, on the Olympic Peninsula. Its name: Forks. It rains on this small town more than any other place in the United States of America, and it was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my new family had to live in. It was in this town were the Cullens was compelled to reside.

That was what I first learned when I was changed. 'do not break the rules. Keep your subsisting a secret.' There for, I can not go out in the sun.

I frowned.

And now, it was Forks were I was doomed to live for what was to seem like all eternity, and perhaps it was. I didn't know if I would ever escape this town.

Forks was going to be like hell, except for cooler temperatures.

Maybe it was my love of the city I have, I had become this. And what am I? A stupid, blood-sucking, human-haunting, vampire. A Dracula, a sun-hater, with pale and deep shadows and suppose to be drenched in black.

Or perhaps it was my social life that brought me to this. How I had just planned a simple little weekend in Italy, a girls night out with my friends. I had wanted to spend new years there- and I did. But that night, or morning really, I died, and over came death. I lost my human soul there, and was changed with all the fiery might the devil and hell and had to wait three days to even see light.

The Volturi.

I hissed faintly at the hated name, but it turned into a willing sigh.

The flight to Seattle was long, but it went by surprisingly fast. Thoughts racing fast through my mind. About everything that I could even remember about my human life and new worries that were unfolding. It was another hour from Seattle to Port Angeles and a hour drive back down to forks. I wasn't fearful of flying, or of heights. It was the hour-long drive with Carlisle I was fearing. Carlisle, my new 'father'.

Carlisle is a extreamly nice man who wanted me to join his family of now, eight. Aro himself had told me this, but Aro also said other things. Like that I was created for a reason, but I knew what that reason was. I was a La tua Cantante, or in English, I was a person with good tasting blood. Too good. Good enough to get me killed. But, I trusted him, this time.

And, I just knew. I didn't know how I knew, or why, but I did. It was a feeling I get, a sixth sense, if you will. Aro said it was my 'special ability', what ever that was. And I would consider it a annoyance. Never to have your best friend to tell you their most guarded secrets, and it left me with few surprises with people I meet.

But I knew Carlisle would be nice about it. He even sounded somewhat thrilled to have me be joining the family when I got a chance to speak with him over the phone. Yet, I was sure the car ride with Carlisle would be hard to get through, and Carlisle was the least of my worries. It was the others. Esme, my new 'mom'. Then of course Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and Edward who were to be my new siblings.

It was raining when I landed in Port Angles, but that was no surprise. I had already expected it, and again, I knew it. The water dripped down as a light smog, making everything look a horrible gray. I sighed as I climbed off the plane and made my way to the small airport.

Carlisle was waiting for me with a big grin in the parking lot. He gave me a sweet and unexpected hug when I reached him. "Bree." He breathed softly, his voice a mix of wisdom, power, and love. Quiet honestly, I liked it.

I smiled. "Hello Dr. Cullen." I said. Carlisle seemed to lack the formalness I was suspecting he would use.

I took a second to look my 'dad' over. Perfection and beauty that all vampires possessed along with blond hair and height. He looked like a model; I knew that many nurses must have had a infatuation. One of the things that I noticed first though, was his eyes. Gold, no the red I or the Volurti had.

He grinned at me. "Carlisle, please." He said with a smile. He seemed so happy.

"Carlisle." I nodded, surprised by the lack of formalness. "I just wanted to thank you so much-" I started.

"On the contrary, you have given so much to my family." He mused and I highly doubted that.

We speed down the high way, almost too fast. But each mile, I grew more and more anxieties. Within minutes we made it to a small and sudden turn-off and down the small rode for a few more miles. Coming to a large house, I looked it over.

It was timeless, graceful and probably centuries old. It was a soft, faded, off-white color, three stories, rectangular and well balanced. The windows and doors was flawlessly restored, and matched the frame of the house. And the babbling brook with the forest seen fitted the graceful building.

"Wow." I mumbled to myself. 'Wow' didn't cover half of it.

Carlisle smiled. "You like it? Esme restored it, but she's debating on rather recreate the outside." He said.

"It's beautiful." I whispered softly.

He nodded to himself. "She will be happy that you feel that way."

We walked to the front porch, slow by even human standers. I felt so scared and small at that moment; as I walked through the beautiful, restored double doors.

The inside of the house was just as astonishing and beautiful as the outside. It was very dazzling, very open, and very big. The First room looked as if it was servile, and the back wall was replaced with glass. The back lawn was filled with a river and few trees. A massive stair case recoiled to the west wall of the house. High beamed ceiling, wood flooring, thick carpets ranged from White to a darker cream.

Waiting to greet me, standing just to the left of the door on a raised portion of the floor and next to a piano was a pale, beautiful women. She was very warm, mother-like person and was about and about five feet, six inches, with beautiful caramel colored hair. She also had dark golden eyes, pale, and purple circles under her eyes like the rest of the Cullens. She had a heart-shaped face and her figure was slender but rounded.

"Dearest Bree." She mused as she hugged me in a tight embrace.

I didn't stop to think. "Esme?" I asked, though knowing I was right. She nodded with a giddy grin placed on her lips.

She smiled as she pulled away. "Thank you, so much. Sincerely. From the bottom of my heart. We've all been waiting a while to meet you."

Next to her was the Pixie-like Alice. She had pale butterscotch eyes that was darkening to black and dark circles under her eyes that look somewhat like bruises. She was very small, approximately five two or so. With petite, features. Her ink black hair is cropped short with spikes all over in a pixie cut although it looked as if it could be medium length, if she straighted it.

I jerked my head up fast to see a man impossibly handsome and almost godlike, but with a frown on his face. Perhaps he is the most beautiful of the family or at least from who I have seen so far. His skin was like marble, pale, and perfectly flawless. He had dark, purplish circles under his eyes, a vampire trait, His eyes was a topaz color but darker, like onyx. His hair is was both as a strange shade of bronze and as an auburn, and, "casual disarray." How I would put it. He stood roughly six, or six feet, two inches, his build was slender, yet still quite muscular.

A slight scowl crossed Alice's face, as if she knew something.

Physic.

"Bree!" She pipped up, hugging and jumping all at the same time.

"Alice." I squealed mockingly back as she pulled back after a warning glance from Esme. I was on the floor in a matter of a heartbeat- ha. How could I even measure something in that way? I couldn't stop my giggles, as she jumped back, saving her self. I got up, embarrassed, but relaxed. I could tell she would most likely be.

"Bree." The beautiful boy said with a small nod, staring at me and Alice like we were crazy. I couldn't help but notice the flatness in his voice. It somehow reminded me of Marcus: Dull and Boring.

I frowned at him. Well if you want to be like that: "Edward." I said as he nodded. Of course it was Edward. He matched Jane's desecration perfectly.

She told me everything I needed to know: Arrogant, whole, and unattainable. I remembered her huff loudly at the end of her small rant, making me laugh. But know, laughing was the furthest from my mind.

I couldn't help but catch his raised eye brow, but i rolled my eyes desperately. Mind Reader? Great. I gave him a small smile. What was I supposed to do? Be all: I come in peace? This was going to be hell for the rest of forever in my life.

Before he could reply to my thoughts, two figures appeared at the top of the stairs. Steroids and Play Boy.

Steroids was very pale and unspeakably beautiful like the others in my family. He had to be the largest of the family however, bigger then Carlisle. He reminded me of Flex. Muscles bulky with dark curly hair framings his face. Along with normal vampire genetics, his eyes were gold.

The girl was exceptionally beautiful, even for a vampire. She is tall and statuesque, with an elegant figure similar to a model. Traditional beauty. She had blond, wavy hair that went down to the middle of her back, and golden eyes like the rest of them, excluding my purple. As with other vampires, she had chalky white skin and purple bruises under her eyes. The woman had beauty, elegance, class. Rosalie of course.

"Hey Bree!" The tall man said with a grin smacked on his face. "What's up!?" He said enthusiastically, sliding down the banister so fast that I thought it would Break. And i couldn't help but notice Esme's worried glaze.

"Hi Emmett. Rose." I said while nodding to the couple as they walked down the stairs.

"Hi." Rosalie said curtly, she seemed a little like Edward: Bored, mocking, rude.

"Oh!" Esme exclaimed. "Where's Jasper?" She asked Alice.

Alice had a huge, proud grin. "He was busy but…" She paused as Edward's eyes almost bugged out. I couldn't help but laugh one, then bit my lip, surprised by my rude behavior. Bad. I told myself smiling.

A small, tired sigh brought me back from my teasing thoughts and I looked up to see him looking down. "Please Alice." He huffed loudly at Alice who just giggled in a wind chime voice.

She sighed and rolled her eyes to dramatically as Esme gave her a cautioned glance. I laughed just as a man, around six' three" tall, having golden honey blond hair and is muscular, but lean came down the staircase. He had extremely pale skin and bruise-like purple shadows under his eyes, and is also extraordinarily good-looking. He has very dark, golden eyes. The shirt he wore reviled many crescent shaped scars on his arms. The same we all had, vampire bites. "Hello." He said shyly when he meet my eyes.

"Hi Jasper." I said just as shy, witch surprised me; I was normally a outgoing person. But then I remembered. Jasper controls Emotions.

He smiled and went over to the couch, joining Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, and Carlisle.

Alice, on the other hand, skipped over to me and clenched my hand, giving it a small squeeze. "Do you want to see your room?" She asked, slightly giddy. I nodded with a smile, almost laughing at her excitement.

We ran upstairs at full speed: my long legs could of beaten her easily. We came to a pale white Victorian door on the third floor that lead to the south wall.

It was a dark, dull purple color that complemented the creamy carpet. Almost white, while a black couch was facing the south wall (witch seemed as in the whole south part of the house had been replaced with glass). A desk in the corner was black and had a computer on the top, and a CD holder was placed across the wall. A stereo

It even had many CDs on it. I smiled at the choices of music. Things like Big Band Swing of the 20s 30s and 40s, Doowop classics from the 50s, Classics as in Mozart and Debussy, along with the famous Rappers like Prince up to Usher and 50 cent. Jazz, blues, Soul music. Everything I liked.

"Wow." Same reaction to the rest of the house.

"You like it?" Alice squealed. "I knew you would! I designed it!" She said matter-of-factly.

I laughed. "Thanks Alice." I said, sighing. "I didn't expect for you to be so- I mean-" Damn it. I thought lightly. I always seemed to not think of anything to say when I actually needed to.

"Oh!" She pulled on my hand, taking me to the closet. She opened the door and it was filled with cloths. If I were still human, I would have… ugh I didn't know but wow.

"Wow." I repeated. It was to much. Yes, I didn't have any cloths, but this! It was a lifetime supply. Jeans from the classic light blues to red skinnies. Dresses that would have made a person think I was out to dinner and jazz clubs. Hand bags that were major designers: Coach, Gucci, Louis Vation- Everything. Shoes varying from flats to 5 inch stilletios.

She smiled sweetly. "I'll leave you here to look." She mused and skipped out of the, my room. I sighed and sat on the small love seat. It was nice of Alice to leave me to myself for awhile.

During the time, I thought about my new life at Forks.

I knew for a fact that tomorrow would be horrible. Forks High School had a terrifying total of three hundred and fifty-seven – now fifty-eight – students; All of these kids had grown up together – there grandparents had grown up together. I would be the new girl, a curiosity, and a freak. Not to mention that within my new family.

I wondered what the other kids would see in me. I was pale as pale could be. Of course I was pale, I was a vampire. I sometimes forgot that fact. And how would they react to my violet eyes? I was skinny, almost sickly skinny; But also toned with muscle. I had Long hair, that had natural light wavy curls, which I straightened every chance I got. And I was almost too tall, 5'9.

I went over to the mirror and looked closely at myself. I was almost unhealthy looking. My hair was damp from the rain that was continuing to fall on the window. And my face. Though my features were perfect, the whiteness made myself look ghostly. And I hated the bags under my eyes. And my eyes. They were, purple.

I walked back over to the couch, sulking at myself until the moon disappeared over the house. Sighing, I stalked off to face my Family.

~*~

I walked inside a brightly lit, and warm room. It was small with orange-flaked carpet and had a loud, clicking clock. Tick tock Tick tock. Small shrubs were placed in the room. Everywhere in this small town greenery just had to be shown, as if there wasn't enough. A long counter cut the room in half and a large, red-haired lady was behind the counter. Her hair was in a tight pony-tail and had on a bright yellow shirt- in her middle ages and wearing to much of some cheep perfume.

"How may I help you?" She asked while chewing her gum loudly.

"Bree Hale." I told her, as I saw her eyes lit up.

"Of course!" She said with a brighter smile. "Dr. Cullens newest daughter." She dug through the file with long nails painted a vivid blood red. "I have your classes here." She mused as she highlighted each route. "And here's the school's map."

I nodded to her as I took the armful of fliers. Map. Classes. Sports. Activities. Drama. Volleyball. Track. Spanish Club. Ugh. "Thank you." I muttered.

"Umm, of course." She said, staring at me.

I glanced at the papers to see I had Mr. Griffin for homeroom and first hour. I got to class early as I could, and gave the tall, balding man the slip. He gasped slightly after checking my name twice. But then, he sent me to and desk towards the back of the room. I sighed in relief as I sat down in the seat. Mr. Mason passed out reading sheets for this new semester and I checked the authors: Brontë sisters, Shakespeare, Dickinson, Austen, Emerson, Faulkner, and Chaucer. I had read everything on the list. This class was going to be fairly easy… and boring.

The teacher only called on me once during the whole class. "Bree? Perhaps you would like to share with us your favorite poet?" He asked with a sly smile. Hoping I'd not know one. Well, he had a surprise.

"Hmm, Perhaps Robert Frost, or Emily Dickinson." I said softly and every turned to look at me, as if I had just won the price is right.

Besides that incident, The class went by pretty quickly and I jumped when the bell rung- A long ding sound buzzing in my ear as It was scratched out with the rain on the room and teens talking. I quickly gathered my stuff as I noticed a boy with dark hair and patchy skin leaned against my desk to talk.

"Wow. Bree Hale." He said with a smile while checking me out.

I nodded. "Uh... Yeah." Everyone within hearing range turned to look at me in a way that made me feel self conscious. Oh well, I liked attention.

"What's your next class?" He asked me.

"Gov. with Jefferson." I told him, my voice had a set stone of steel in it.

"I'm headed towards building four! I'll show you the way." He offered. "I'm Eric by the way." He added at the end with a giddy smile.

I groaned inwardly. "Thanks." I forced a grin as I practically bit my lip off.

As I walked out the door, I noticed some people were following us close behind. Eavesdropping on Eric and I.

When we got to building four, Eric decided to show me the door, though it was well marked and I could see last time I checked.

"Well, good luck." He said. "Maybe we'll have some classes together." He hoped as I touched the handle of the door.

The rest of the day passed without much interest. My Trig. Teacher, Mr. Varner, was the only one who made me introduce myself. I managed to spit it out almost to fast and a silky voice.

I recognize faces in every class, especially one girl with dark, short and crazy hair that was piled on top of her head. Jessica Stanley. She sat next to me in both Trig. And Spanish. We talked a lot in those two classes and I managed to strike my first friendship with a human.

Once I got to the Cafeteria of lunch, Eric waved towards me and I waved back attentively. I was making my way to The Cullen's table, my table now.

I sighed to go and join them with a small food try: A disgusting slice of hardly eatable pizza, a juicy red apple and a small roll of bread. I herd light foot steps but I didn't turn till I herd Emmet's booming laugh as the hood of my sweat shirt came up over my head- the tie of it tieing and covering my face.

"Having a nice first day of school?" He teased.

"It sucks." I sighed, keeping my pace with him. I pulled my hood down with my free hand.

"So cheerful." He laughed again and ran over to his Rosalie. I rolled my eyes. He was just one of those people...

I herd Jessica call my name from the other side of the cafeteria. "Bree!" She squealed. "Come and Eat with us!" She yelled across the building. I glanced over at our table, almost nervous. Alice turned to stare at me and smiled encouraging and noded her head. Everyone else kept there heads down, or staring in all different directions, and talking under there breath. I frowned.

I decided to sit with Jessica and her friends, the last thing I wanted to do was to be spending more time with the family.

"Okay!" I said loudly enough for her human ears to hear, walking over to Jessica's table.

She introduced me to everyone at the table. Angela, a taller girl about 6'1 with honey brown hair, sat to my side as Jessica sat on the other. I smiled timidly as I barely touched my food. After the few hard questions they asked me, like how I was liking forks so far, the conversations got pretty normal.

But I couldn't stop myself from looking up at my family. I did feel somewhat guilty for sitting at what happened to be the furthest from there table.

Alice rose from her seat suddenly, and through away her food, and gracefully walked out the door, after small trouble with Jasper. I sighed.

I knew that the fight wouldn't last long, but I didn't know how it was like for her. I sided with Alice this time. Jasper's past did not suite this type of 'life-style choice' as Carlisle put it. He needed to except his limitations and work with it, not risk killing every human that walks by. He has to stop the Blood-Lust. I complained in the back of my mind.

My eyes went back to the table. Just then, Edward glanced over to Jessica for a second. As if she had called his name. Then his eyes went to mine. He looked away when I was just about to push his mind reading ability.

To my surprise, Jessica giggled. "Edward Cullen is staring at you." She said in a wind-chime-like voice.

Regardless, I laughed at her stupid remark. "Duh Jessica. I live with him." I reminded her.
"But still. He's looking at you. He never looks at people." She mused in a preppy voice.

I looked over at Edward who glanced at us with a small smile. He quickly jerked his head the other way but he was still listening. I new it.

"Its to bad he doesn't date." She sighed longingly. He had obsessively turned her down before, perhaps more than once. I bit my lip to hide my smile.

I frowned mockingly at her. "Yeah, a real shame." I said sarcastically while looking at their table. With a little more talking about Alice and Jasper, they all stood gracefully and left the room.

I turned to focus on my table.

Jessica was in the center of all the talking. She went on to life in Forks, people in Forks, guys in forks. Forks this, Forks that.

But, I found out that Angela, like me, had Biology II next period. Angela was a shy girl, and we didn't talk that much on the way to Biology.

I went to the Desk in the back of the room, handing Mr. Banner the slip. He nodded once and gave it back to me with a smile as he pointed to the only open seat in the middle of the room... next to Edward.

"Hey." I mumbled, unsure on how to address him. I looked at him as I sat down in my seat, placing the books on the edge of the desk. OCD. I realized, I did this every class.

"Hello." He said in a somewhat guarded voice. I looked at his eyes and notice he needed to hunt.

I sighed and started to doodle in the notebook in front of me as I herd Edward huff loudly. "What?" I asked him, slightly irrigated by his rather rude behavior.

Edward just shrugged. "Nothing." He said, steel in his voice.

I tuned in for about two seconds to Mr. Banner, who was giving a speech on Cellular anatomy. I opened my mouth to speak to Edward, trying to pull him out of his bad mood.

"Is this about me embarrassing you at lunch? Because… if it is, I'm sorry." I paused. "Though you did deserved it." I mused at the end in a small, teasing voice.

He sighed, but had a smile playing at the edge of his lips. "No. This is not about lunch, but I guess I except your apology." He hesitated with a growing smirk, while raising his perfect eyebrow. "how did I deserve it?" He asked in a intrigued voice.

I grinned at him, happy by his change of disposition. "Giving Jessica the idea you want to go out with her." I warned him with a ominous voice at the end.

He chuckled. "You don't know the entire story to that." He smiled crookedly at me, his straight, white teeth alluring me.

"Stop it." I said, looking away with a new scowl.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said in a well played, puzzled voice.

I crossed my arms, leveling a glare at him.

I noticed his eyes were black, and he needed to hunt. I nodded at the thought. I probably would stay from the next hunting trip. I hunted with Carlisle, Esme and Alice the night before.

The bell rung then, and I sighed in relief. Edward rose – very, very, very fast – and was out the door before anyone was out of their seats. I hissed. Are you trying to get us caught? I snapped in my head.

I slowly got up and walked – at mortal velocity – towards the wooden door.

"Aren't you Bree Hale?" I herd a male voice form behind ask me.

I spun around to meet eyes with a baby-faced, blond-haired boy with small spiky pale blond hair. He smiled at me with wide eyes and friendly teeth.

I nodded.

He laughed once, out of nerves and shook my hand. "Mike."

"Hi." I said briskly.

"Do you want me to walk you to the next class?" He asked me in a nervous voice.

No. I thought, "I don't thank I will have trouble finding the gym." I said.

"I have gym next hour, too!" He smiled and was thrilled.

Mike talked a lot, leaving me to just smile and act human+. He told me that he was living in California till he was ten, so he knew my feelings towards the wet and rain. He was also in English with me, and he was nice. One of the nicest people I have meet all day.

But, he started to annoy me, just like everyone else in this sucky school.

We entered the gym, and I gave my slip to the teacher. Coach Clapp. But to my relief, I didn't have to participate.

The final Bell rung and I went back towards the office in the main building.

"Ah, yes. How was your day, dear?" She asked me with a sincere smile on her face when I handed her some forms.

I nodded absently. "Good." I lied swiftly, hoping she didn't notice my breath catch.

She smiled bigger. "I hope you have a nice time in forks." She said softly and went back to filing her paperwork.

"Thank you." I said. I'll need it. I thought.

I walked out the door into the murky day of Forks. The air was damp and misty, but I saw Edward's car easily. I walked quickly to the Silver Volvo but was stopped by a brutal force throwing me towards the brick wall.

There was a pause before he realized what he did. I couldn't help but play up a scared face before I hissed under my breath. "What the hell is your problem!"

"I don't hate you." Edward said, in a strange tone.

"Well your acting like it." I snapped quickly, pushing towards him so he would move. He did. I took that chance to walk towards the Volvo that was a few parking spots away.

I herd his footsteps from behind. "Will you accept an apology?" He asked.

I turned quickly. Listing.

He smiled then and took a step closer towards me till he was invading my personal bubble'. "Thank you." He said slighly.

I Humphed, before opening the car door to see Alice with a small smile.

Alice was sitting in the passenger's seat, but squeezed space for me. Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett were all as confused, but not Alice. Never Alice.

"Sweet." She said.

Edward just scowled at her,

"Edward, what's going on?" Rosalie finally snapped from the back.

He ignored her, and they all stayed quiet.

I flew in the door in a matter of seconds, and Esme was on her feet in an instant.

"Oh! How was your first day!?" She asked in that motherly tone.

I was followed in by everyone else. "Good." I muttered while plopping down on the piano bench.

"No no no no no no no." Edward snapped. "Piano, mine." He explained.

Esme went over to him and touched her hand on his shoulder. "Me casa es su casa." She grinned, urging him to share.

I couldn't help but snicker."Geez, go back to kindagarten and learn to share." I couldn't help but put in.

He leveled a small glare as I patted the place next to me. I rolled my eyes and started to touch my fingers to the keys. After I was done with my small recital Emmett laughed his booming laugh.

I turned to level a stare at him. "What's so funny?"

Still chuckling he replied, "Mary had a little lamb?"

"Hey, it's a very intense song." I teased. I turned back to play something a little more challenging. As I hummed the lyrics to myself I herd something snap from behind me.

It just so happened to be Rosalie's brain. "Will you just stop playing!" She screamed at me.

I jumped up, on my toes in a half of a second. "What are you going to do about it." I snapped, crossing my arms. If she had the right to act like a bitch, so did I.

With that, she slammed her books from school to the floor and ran up to her room, with Emmett following close behind.

I didn't know what to do. What an embarrassment I must be to do that to the family who oh so gratefully took me in.

I stormed over to the front door and yanked it hard. I had to escape for awhile.

"Don't, you'll break the hinges!" Esme yelled out, as if I would stop. On accident, it flew to the ground. I ignored that fact and continued out the door. I could feel their stars boring into my back as I flew off into the forest. Hunting! I screamed an excuse, hoping Edward herd me and would calm down the only one who would care about me: Esme.

"Hunting." He repeated, far off in the distance now.

"She's the one, Edward!" I was confused when I got back, as to what Alice was referring too.

I herd a snort of arrogance, a laugh. Not ha ha funny, but amused by this somehow. "Impossible."

Alice however, was not glad by his interruption of this. "You saw it yourself!" The last word fell to a whisper. "She's here." A slight mutter oh her words sent Esme into a frenzy.

"Bree!" I herd her sigh in relief.

I had pressed my lips together when I came within hearing distance of the house. I herd Alice sprint down the stairs, to see me I guess. "Esme?" I called, uncertain how to ask for forgiveness when you tore a door off.

"Yes?" She said with wide eyes, clearly binded by what I was about to say.

With a grin I muttered, "Sorry for killing the door." I took a glance at it again and noticed that it was fixed, but a few power tools were next to it.

She pulled me into a small embrace. "It's okay. Everyone here has done it at least ten times, Bree." She smiled but I new she was much more tense. I was covered in dried up animal blood. How appealing.

"Uh-" I started. "I guess I should go get cleaned up." She nodded as Alice gleefully skipped up with me.

"When she said we all have done it at least ten times she lied." Alice smiled at me. "I've only done it seven."

I laughed at that. "Of course Alice."

She nodded. By this time I was already in the bathroom. Alice had gone to annoy her husband Jasper in her room. But from the amount of lust I was getting off of Jasper's emotions, I'm sure he didn't mind.

I stripped down, and started the shower. I washed my hair about four times with the same shampoo to get the smell of dead animals out of it. With a sigh, I decided to hide out in the shower for longer. I carefully rubbed myself all over with the soft cloth that was lathered up with soap. Dove to be exact.

I then started to review my day as I stood there, letting a toneless water his me. But then, I started to experiment with something. I tried to get into other's minds, using my power. I avoided Jasper and Alice... andRosalie. I tried Carlisle and I noted a few moments ago he was studding his books. He was probably still in his study. I could hear Esme downstairs watching the T.V. My attention now went to Edward. I narrowed my eyes.

I know your listening. I snapped in my head while I turned the water off and grabbed a towel.

I noticed that I had let Alice take my old clothes to dispose of. I also noticed that I had to cross a few rooms to get to mine.

With a pathetic sigh I carefully held my towel tightly to me, in case a lurking Emmett wanted to surprise me. Don't look.I hinted at Edward in case he was on the prowl, and accidentally came across me.

With a loud gulp I sprinted to my room.