I step out of the cab, my hands automatically reaching into my purse for anti-bacterial gel. I thank the cab driver, handing him his payment. He drove off, leaving me at the end of a familiar road. I took my duffel bag, suit case, and purse and rolled-slash-carried them down the road. When I finally got to the old shabby red house, I took a deep breath.

"Here we go, Alexa." I mumbled. I brought my stuff onto the porch and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I knocked.

"Jake, can you get the door?" a ruff voice asks. The door opens along with a flood of warmth. The boy standing in the doorway was tall and lean, and had a huge smile on his face. But it disappeared when he saw me.

"Can I help you?" he asked. He was familiar and all of my brother once I looked into his warm,brown eyes.

"Jake." I breathed. He looked very much confused. I laughed uneasily.

"How do you know who I am? Who even are you?" he asked. By this time, I felt eyes looking at me.

"Excuse me? You don't remember your own sister?" I ask. I look like him. I'm only 15. I have long dark hair, tan skin, and brown eyes.

"Your not Rachel. Or Rebecca. Wait," he trails off for a second. I know he knows who I am. I've always been able to read his face.

"I know you know me. Stop pretending." I say. I look down though, and a tear comes out.

"Don't cry, Alex." I hear Jake choke out. I look up and there was about eleven people staring at me, one of which was my father.

"Alex?" my dad chokes out. I look at him.

"Daddy!" bubbles to my lips before I wanted it to.

"I thought you were still in New York?" Jake asked.

"I decided to take a break. My hands where cramping up every time I played. I needed to see my family. It's been five years." I say. It's true. I've been living with my friend in New York City since I was ten, getting musical education for piano first at the Eastman Theatre in Upstate, then at Juilliard once I was twelve. I had many performances and some of them were on the television. I loved piano as much as I loved and valued my life. Which is a lot. Music is my everything, it always makes things okay. That's why I started playing the piano in the music room at my school on the rez after mom died. I was only seven, so it took a few years before I got good, but then they sensed talent and got me a scholarship to New York.

"Well come on in!" Dad said. I smiled and Jake helped me get my suitcases inside.

"Everyone, this is my sister, Alexa!" Jake yells. I laugh. But what catches my eye is a brand new Yamaha in the corner of the room. Jake brings my stuff into my room and comes back to me staring awestruck at the amazing, black and shiny grand piano.

"Well, go on and play. You must be dying to. Dad and I bought it for you incase you ever came back." there was sadness in his voice, but I went to the piano and started playing. First, just simple things, my first song,'Ode to Joy', then harder, 'Fur Elise'. Then my hardest piece, and then my favorites. 'River Flows In You' and 'Kiss The Rain'. I still felt...amazed every time I played and say what my hands could do.

"Oh. My. Gosh. I thought when you meant she played, she played like 'Happy Birthday', but she's good!"

"She's amazing!"

"She's won around 95 gold medals in competitions, won a scholarship to both the Eastman School of Music and Juilliard, attended both, and graduated in honors." says a voice in the doorway. I turn to see him.

"Oh my god. Embry?" I ask. I was shocked. I got off of my piano bench and walked over to the tall, mysterious boy with dangerously short cropped hair, but the same brown eyes and tan skin. He took a step forward so he was now inside. I was now about three feet away from this amazing god that used to be my childhood best friend. I put my hand up, and just like when we were little, he did the same. His hand was slightly warmer than mine, but it felt nice, familiar. Like home. I stepped forward and gave him a hug, surprising him,but he recovered and put his arms around my body. I was only about 5'5, but he still seemed giant, maybe 6'5"?

"6'6", honey." he said. I pull back and laugh, just seeing his face, the smug smirk, was enough to send me into a laughing fit.

"Okay, well, Alexa, this is obviously Embry, then there's Quil, Paul, Jared and his girlfriend Kim,Collin and Brady, Leah and her brother Seth, and then Sam and his fiancee, Emily." Jake says. I excuse myself to go freshen up. Emily comes with me, and then I try to make conversation.

"I know why your all scarred." I say.

"How did it happen?" she asks, waiting for a silly answer.

"Well, most of the boys in there, including Embry and Jake, are wolves, or they shape shift into them rather. One day, your fiancee, or rather the man who imprinted on you, got mad. You where simply to close, and bam!" I say. Emily looks confused, but nods. I walk into the bathroom and wash my face, brush my teeth, and then go into my old bedroom and change into black skinny jeans and a tee-shirt instead of sweats. I tie my hair up and walk out of the room into the hallway.

"She know's stuff that I didn't tell her and none of you really could." I hear Emily's voice saying. I walk into the room and I see Jake pouncing on me from the right, Embry from the left, so I duck. They crash into each other and I snicker, then run and hide behind Sam, looking around him. But Jake and Embry are just confused. That's when I blurt something out.

"I'm psychic? And no, not psycho, thank you very much, Paul." I turn around and find myself at the piano. I start playing melodies of random songs. I hear them all go into whispers behind me, but I just tune them out. I finish and turn around. They all finished talking.

"I don't know what I am." I answer Jared's question truthfully. "But I don't want to hurt you. I came here because people kept using me for weird things. I don't want to be a monster, and I don't want to be a tool. I came here for your help. I still love piano, and I wouldn't have stopped without those creeps." I say.

"Which creeps, Alex?" Dad asks.

"I don't know. They say their using me for an experiment then stick wires on my head with blue goop and ask me questions to watch my brainwaves as I answer." I answer. Embry looked furious, worse off than anyone, including Jake and Dad. I suddenly get a glimpse of his mind.

"You imprinted on me?" I ask. "I wasn't suppose to know that. Or the other part...or the fact that mom died because someone slipped poisin into her drink the night before at that restaurant. His name was Lanton Breese, he worked at La Bella's in that city an hour away from Forks. He now works at a bank in Forks, he's their main teller. He has a lot of money, so if you want, you could have a lawsuit and get money and probably his life in jail. If he says he didn't do it, say that they have a witness, that he poured in into the man's drink, but the woman got it instead. UGH!" I say. I blurted out too much. I know to much. Someone's going to kill me one day. Or put me into an asylum...like Alice Cullen. A vampire. About 4'11", pixie like features, pale skin, sickly sweet scent...

"Alice Cullen. I don't want to be like her."

"Why don't you want to be like me?" a voice asks from the doorway. But I look and no one is there.

"Where are you?" I ask, turning around. That's when I pass out.