Nessie's POV

I was lucky that I was quick enough to stop him. Sometimes, I had to admit, that being half vampire had its perks. Though I wasn't as quick as my parents when they caught me sneaking out of my bedroom window, I was still quick enough to catch my son.

"Not so fast baby boy," I said to my fifteen year old son, Damon, as I caught him sneaking outside.

Damon yelped and jumped back at the sound of my voice. I had scared him.

"Gosh Mom!" he hissed at me. "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Good," I said. I grabbed his arm to drag him inside the kitchen. "Care to explain?" I asked him.

Damon sat down in one of the kitchen table chairs and looked down at the ground.

"Not really," he said quietly. Because he was looking at the ground all I could see was his dark brown hair.

I put my hand under his chin and jerked his head up, forcing him to look at me. His dark brown eyes, my eyes, looked nervous. He could sense that I was angry. Damon could sense any emotion, it was his gift. It was a lot like my uncle Jasper's gift, but instead of sending waves of emotions to help change someone's mood like Jasper, Damon could change the mood completely.

But of course, it didn't work on me.

"You can either tell me now," I said smiling sweetly," or you can tell your father in the morning."

Pulling the Jacob card was always the easiest way to get any of my kids to tell me anything. And whenever I pulled it they would tell me anything I wanted to know, so I never actually told their dad.

"I was going out," Damon whispered. He looked at the ground again. I lifted his chin so that he was looking at me again.

"Damon look at me," I said. When he did I could see the fear and sadness in his eyes. "Tell me what you were going out to do."

"Meet…" he mumbled so that I couldn't hear the name he said.

"Meet who?" He didn't answer me. "Damon!"

"Grace okay! I was going out to meet Grace!" Damon shouted.

"Ssssssshhhhhh!" I put my hand over his mouth. "Do you want to wake up your dad?" I could hear Jacob in our bedroom snoring, and I knew that nothing could wake him up after he got started.

Damon sighed and I moved my hand.

"Grace?" I asked. Grace Koble was the girl that Damon had been seeing the past few months. I had met her once or twice and well… I personally as a mother didn't like her. To me she was a skanky, dumb blonde. But Damon seemed to like her.

"Yea Mom, Grace. She called me and asked me to come and meet up with her," he said.

"And you just had to go?"

"Yeah I guess," he muttered looking over my head.

"Hey," I said pointing to my eyes. "Over here." He looked at me.

"Mom I don't expect you to understand!" he said.

I threw my hands up in the air and gasped. Did that really just come out of his mouth?

"What?" he asked me.

"What makes you think that I wouldn't understand? I was a teenage girl once," I said. In fact I still practically looked like a teenager. Though my mental age was in the thirties, I still looked like I was twenty.

"And believe it or not your dad was a teenage boy who was in love with my teenage girl self." In all actuality when Jacob fell in love with me he was in his late twenties, but he looked about seventeen then.

"Yeah well it's still different," he said. "Look Mom I have school tomorrow so can I please go to bed?"

I looked at my son and sighed.

"Go to bed," I said.

Damon got up from the chair and walked past me towards the stairs. When heard him open his bedroom door I called out to him.

"Oh Damon!"

"What?" I heard him mutter.

"You're grounded for the weekend," I said.

The response I got was the slamming of his bedroom door; then the stomping of angry feet.

I sighed, went into the living room, sat down, put my head in my hands and began to cry.