Author's note: I don't own Twilight. I don't own the characters either, my best friend Steph made them up, and they are amazing. Don't like it, don't read. This is sort of an Edward bashing chapter, Sophie does not really like him. PM me if you have any questions about anything like the characters. This is in the OC's character point of view. Hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

Oh, crap. I smelt the blood and realized it was across the school, where Carter was. Not. Again. He was in Biology, I think. They were doing blood types today! Oh crap, crap, crap! He is such an idiot! I ran, inhuman speed, to wherever he was, which was in the soundproof rooms, where Bobbie usually hung out. Which she wasn't here today.

None of my family was here, except Carter. Bobbie was at home, doing who-knows-what. She went hunting earlier last night, was probably sleeping, and playing her guitar. Actually her birthday was coming up, so I should get her the guitar hero games that she's been talking about non-stop. (Inspired by Bobbie what to get Hazel for her birthday.)

So I find him, sitting in the 10x10 room, holding his head in his hands. "Are you okay?" I asked, applying sisterly balm. "No." was his mumbled response. "What…happened?"

"I drank blood off-"he murmured. "CARTER!" I shouted. "Chill, Sophie." He smiled. "I drank from the animal, and I feel sick."

"Geez. You're an idiot. How did you get yourself to run away?" I asked. "Luckily, I was far away enough, but I still smelled it, and my 'senses' came over me and there was a mountain lion…."he rambled. I wish I could go hunt animals. I mean, our family hunts bad people, and we keep the population 'in check'. After all the screaming and pleads of 'don't kill me' it starts to get to you, and you dream about it. It drives me insane sometimes. My emotions go haywire, and most of the time I can't handle it.

I looked at my watch. "We can go home after lunch; do you think you'll be okay?" I asked. "Yeah, yeah. The gross animal blood will hold me up for about an hour." He joked. I rolled my eyes.

"Carter, do you smell that?" I asked once we had our water. We can drink water, too. Isn't that nifty? The venom in our mouth dissolves it right away, and it makes us appear more human-like. I love it.

"What do I smell? Except blood." He said, with a confused look on his face. "The sweet scent, like we have but insanely sweeter. Almost sickening" I said, with a face. "Oh." He said, and sniffed the air. I laughed. He looked funny.

"Yeah, I smell it too. I didn't before." He said confusion on his face again. "Remember what Hazel told us, about the other kind." I started to explain. "The human ones?" he asked. "No, the…the vegetarians." I hissed. He was going to blow our cover, twice in one day. "Oh." He said, and comprehension dawned on his face. "I think that's the smell, because the human ones don't smell as sweet." I murmured to myself.

"Should we go confront them?" he asked. "No. We're going home, and you're going hunting." I glared. "Okay mother." He said getting up.

We were out to my awesome green corvette, my car that I got for my birthday since it was only the two of us today. Usually we took the huge suburban which could fit all of us.

"You forgot your coat, miss smarty pants." Carter teased. I hate it when he teases me. My other triplet, Keith, picks on me too. It's just so fun. "I wouldn't be talking, Mr. Smarty Pants. I'll tell the whole family you drank animal blood." I threatened.

"Go get your coat, now." He glared. I was about to turn around and I smelled the sickening-sweet smell. I almost gagged. "Are you looking for this?" the bronze-haired boy asked. "Yes, thank you." I said, as politely as possibly. I had to burn the coat now, probably. The cleaning detergent couldn't get it out. He looked offended. "What?" I snapped. "N…Nothing." He said. Carter snickered, and I nudged him in the ribs. He can be so immature sometimes. "Earlier in the cafeteria, my family heard you talking about vegetarians, where you referring to us?" the bronze-haired asked.

"No, are you crazy?" I asked. "You're heart doesn't beat." He stated. "We have a disorder, we have pacemakers." I answered. He touched my cheek, and I hissed. Before he knew it I had him on the ground, and my foot on top of his chest. Carter bellowed in laughter. Then the rest of the gold-eyes were around me, ready to attack.

No more lucky-go-round Carter. He pushed the tall, built gold eye and the blonde, model-like girl at least 30 feet away. At least they didn't hit any cars. I still held me pointy-shoe foot on the bronze-haired boy.

"Edward! My shield isn't working!" the one light, wavy brown-haired yelled. I rolled my eyes. My eyes would surely be bright red now. "I'm not going to kill you, though if you ever try that again I surely know how." I spat, taking my foot off of his and walking over to Carter, and I flicked him in the ear. He stopped what he was doing, fending off the big burly one, and we got into the car. "Nu-uh, I'm driving." I said. He reluctantly walked over to the passenger side and climbed in. Hopefully there will be no 'accidents' today.

Is it short? Well, there you have it. Constructive criticism welcomed, but no flames. I'm serious.