Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight. OC's in this story, however, are mine. No beta, any and all mistakes are mine.

You're in hostile territory. You're surrounded by a group of vampires who would gladly kill you given the chance, as well as, apparently, werewolves.

Carlisle is being the most polite, so far. He explains how they had made a pact with the werewolves of Forks many years ago on the ride to their house. The pact was that as long as the Cullen's didn't bite any humans, they would be left alone. All other vampires who hurt a person were fair game. You sigh.

That brings up complications.

If the Cullen's were to harm you, the backlash would be immediate. Their whole family, including the human, would be killed in return. Aro doesn't like losing, you see. That's why you aren't afraid of them.

The werewolves, however, are beyond Aro's reach. They're the natural enemy of vampires. We had reached an impasse a long time ago; stay out of the werewolves' territory, and they'd leave us alone. It was simple enough.

Being caught in the werewolves' territory was troublesome.

You call Jane as soon as you reach their house. A quaint little thing, really, but it was good enough.

Jane picks up on the first ring, though doesn't say anything at first, so you start, "There's a complication."

"What is it?" She asks, though her tone indicates she doesn't really care.

"Werewolves." You simply answer, "The Cullen's made a pact with them. Any vampire who bites a human is forfeit."

There's a moment of silence on the phone after that, and you can hear the phone being given to someone else. Aro, presumably.

"Interesting." He says. You were right. The phone goes silent for almost a full minute, and you can tell he's expecting you to say more, but you don't know what else to say, "Well, then." Aro simply says, and you can hear the smile in his voice, "Looks like you're going on diet, doesn't it?"

You immediately scowl.

"You can't be serious." You say without thinking.

Aro's tone turns serious, "Very much so. You're there to make sure she changes. You can't stay if you feed of humans, apparently. It seems you're going to have to go, oh, what is it they call themselves?" He asked, pausing for a moment, "Vegetarian! You're going to have to become a vegetarian." By the time he finished his sentence he was clearly amused. You were not.

Your immediate reaction is to argue, but you quell yourself. Your lips form a straight line.

"Understood."

"Very good!" Aro says, "Now do remember to try and have a good time. Think of it as a vacation!" He says, quickly hanging up the phone. You sigh into heavily into the receiver, closing your eyes as you try to comprehend the situation.

You have to stop feeding on humans for the foreseeable future.

This. Sucks.

You open your eyes to the sound of snickering. You turn around, seeing the big Cullen; what's his name? Emmet? He has a big grin on his face, and you can tell he's very much enjoying himself after hearing the conversation you just had. His girlfriend, Rosalie you think her name is, is smirking to herself as well. You turn to see Edward holding back a smirk, himself, while Jasper, Alice's mate, is trying not to laugh. Alice herself is just staring at you intensely.

"What's happening?" The human asks innocently, looking at between the Cullen's and you.

"She called to complain to Daddy but he told her tough shit." Emmet said with another snicker.

You briefly wonder if you could get away with killing one of them. Just one. That seems to fuel Edward's amusement, however. You scowl, grabbing your few belongings and walking into the house. You hear more snickering, though.

"She's even storming away." Emmet said, amused. The rest laugh at that.

Just. One.

The next few days go by uneventful. Everyone hates you, you hate everyone. It's simple. You quickly find out that you don't have to be with the human every minute; as long as you're with either Edward or her, you know she isn't leaving. The human wouldn't leave without Edward. It's easy to see.

You haven't fed in a while, though. Even since before you left on this whole crusade. Your throat is burning from thirst, but you do your best to ignore it. You aren't looking forward to feeding on animals.

You spent the few days in your appointed room. That was until; however, Edward unceremoniously walks into your room today, looking at you expectantly. You don't bother mentioning how rude it is to walk into someone's room without knocking.

"Yes?" You say.

"You need to feed." He says, acting as if merely talking to you is hurting him.

"I'm fine." You insist.

"It's all you think about." Edward insists back, "Alice is worried if you don't feed soon you might attack someone."

You let out a dark, humorless laugh, "What, did she see that? I'm not completely without control."

"You know as well as I do that eventually it isn't about control."

You frown at that, conceding wordlessly that he had a point.

After a minute of silence you finally say, "Fine."

"We'll be here when you get back." Edward says, quickly walking away. You bite back a sigh.

You'll only be gone thirty minutes or less. They wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything.

You sit in silence for another few minutes, debating. You don't want to go simply because he told you to.

But your throat feels like it's on fire.

This time you do sigh, getting up from bed. You don't feel like walking past any of them, so you simply open up the window and jump out of the second story. You run quickly, smelling the air for any scent of an animal. You smell a couple humans hiking, and so wish to track them down; but you find an inner strength that stops you. Eventually you hear, rather than smell, a bear. The wind changes direction and suddenly you catch its scent.

Finally you happen upon the beast; it's massive, really. You're standing some distance behind it, and you can see it raise its nose to the air, as it probably has caught your scent. Before it has time to turn around, however, you run up to it, quickly jumping up and breaking its neck. Its body falls to the ground, lifeless. You frown, staring at the beast, before finally kneeling to the ground and bringing your mouth to its neck. Your teeth easily pierce through the fur and skin, and you can feel the blood start pooling in your mouth. It takes you a moment to swallow, though. It's much more bitter than you're used to.

It's better than nothing, though, and you realize just how thirsty you are as you continue feeding. The burning in your throat quells, though not as much as you'd like. Human blood fuels you more. Finally you drain the beast of blood and you get back up, wiping your mouth of any excess blood.

You leisurely make your way back to the Cullen's abode. You don't feel as strong as you usually do after a feed, but you still feel better. You frown as you realize you're going to feel this way for the next foreseeable future.

You walk in the front door, seeing everyone's eyes turn to you. You ignore them, quickly on your way to the stairs.

You're interrupted, however, by Carlisle.

"They have to go back to school tomorrow." He says, "It's starting to look suspicious that they've been absent for so long."

You frown again, "School?"

"It's where people go to learn things." Emmet helpfully supplies.

"It's where humans go." You say, almost shaking your head and you almost ask them why they go before you realize they're trying to act as human as they possibly can. You hold back a sigh, "Why are you telling me this?"

"It's starting to look suspicious," Carlisle repeats, "They have to start going again."

It almost takes you a full minute to realize what he's actually saying.

You have to go with them. To school. A human school. Full of humans. Whom you're not allowed to feed off of.

Your lips form a straight line as you merely nod and say, "Understood."

This was hell, you decide as you ascend the staircase. You pass a mirror on the way to your room, glancing at your reflection before doing a double take.

Your eyes have already turned a muddy red color. It's a strange sight, being used to the bright red eyes for so long. It must have started already changing because you waited so long to feed, and then fed on an animal no less. You sigh as you make it to your room. You have to use effort to not slam the door.

The next day comes quickly. Too quickly. Suddenly you're in a Volvo and on your way to school. High school, no less. You briefly wonder if it's as dramatic as all those TV dramas make it out to be.

"You're Jasper's and Rosalie's biological cousin, Violet Smythe." Alice informs on the way. You shrug. You suppose the three of you look close enough alike. It's the hair color, probably, "You're 17." She continues, "And you're from Idaho. Your biological parents died in a car crash not too long ago. Carlisle and Esme adopted you recently." You simply nod in understanding.

Soon enough you pull up to the school. It's small and quaint. You, Jasper, and Alice pile out of the car while Emmet, Edward and Rosalie pull into the parking lot next to you. Students are already staring.

Mostly at you.

"Another one?" You hear more than one person say, "Where do they come from?"

"She looks as perfect as the rest," Someone else says.

"I bet she's just as stuck-up."

"I wonder if she and Edward are together." You frown at that one.

"Don't be stupid, he's with Bella."

You see the front office and quickly (well, quick for a human) make your way to it. The rest of the Cullen's leave you to your own devices.

The bell rings indicating that class is starting as you open the office door. A short, round woman peers up from her spot at the front desk and smiles sweetly at you.

"Oh, you must be Violet! Dr. Cullen called the school already. It's a little last-minute, but we've made a schedule for you. Be sure and have the teachers sign the slip and bring it back at the end of the day." She says brightly. You roll your eyes. Luckily, she can't see behind your too-big sunglasses.

You take the slip of paper and walk out of the office, easily finding your first class. All of the other students are sitting in their seats as you walk in. You can feel their stare as you hand the teacher your slip of paper. He simply looks at you, surprised as he introduces himself. You don't pay attention to his name.

You hear him say, "Why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" And you send him a glare.

Even though he can't see your eyes, he starts shrinking back. You sigh, nonetheless turning to the class.

"My name is Violet Smythe. I'm from Idaho." You simply say before walking to the back of the class and taking a seat.

The teacher, as well as everyone else, stares at you. For a whole minute.

After it's clear you aren't going to say anything more, the teacher continues on with whatever his lesson is.

The day goes by unbearably slow.

How do people do this every day?

Right before lunch you have choir.

Choir.

Who set up your class schedule? Probably the devil.

Interestingly enough, Alice has that class with you. Which she seems very upset about. She immediately stands at the opposite side of the room. You grin.

"Ah, Miss. Smythe. I heard there was a new student today. How surprising." The teacher says, though her voice remains deadpanned, "I have to find somewhere to place you. Would you mind singing for the class today?"

You stare at her for a moment, hoping she may be joking. She shrinks back a little at your stare, but doesn't take back her words.

Small problem.

You don't listen to music.

Alice seems to understand your predicament, because she grins at your expense.

You close your eyes, trying to think of a song you've heard recently.

Your mind eventually goes back to the plane ride to Forks. Someone had been listening to the same song on repeat for nearly two hours. At the time, you found it incredibly annoying. It seems to work out in your favor, though.

"Are you too shy?" The teacher asks.

You roll your eyes, taking a deep breath:

One last cue, from love true
To final ado
Hearts will break
For future's sake
But mine just won't take
Can't love if you don't
I can't try if you won't
Oh I know, please just let me go
My dear, cause I'd stay near
And lose my self here

You stop singing after that, "That's all I remember." You lie. Honestly you just don't feel like singing anymore.

Everyone in the class, including Alice, is staring at you. You frown, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically insecure.

Did you get the words right?

The teacher clears her throat after a few moments, "Well, then. It looks like you'll be a soprano with Alice and Lexi. They'll be glad to have the company."

Alice looks anything but glad. You grin at her expense, taking your stand in between her and the human named Lexi.

"You're really good," Lexi says, impressed, "I've never heard that song before. Who is it by?"

"I don't know." You simply answer. She takes it as a sign to stop talking to you, which you're glad for.

You're acutely aware throughout the entire class that Alice keeps glancing at you from the side. You raise a brow, unabashedly staring back.

You tilt your head to the side in confusion as you realize her greatest fear has changed.

Her greatest fear is now you. You frown in confusion.

What did she see in her vision? You ask yourself for the umpteenth time.

Soon the teacher hands you another sheet of paper. You look at it, realizing you have no idea what's actually going on in it.

It's sheet music. You've never read music before.

The teacher must note your brief look of confusion, "If you have any questions, ask Alice or Lexi."

"I'm a quick study." Is all you say. You aren't going to ask for help.

The rest of class is rather…confusing. Not only because you don't know how to read the music, but because Alice keeps sending glares your way. Some are angry, some are thoughtful, and some are even sad. None of them make sense.

Class is finally over, though, and you make your way to the cafeteria. After a moment of hearing the loud, obnoxious sounds of everyone in the room you quickly turn around and leave.

"Hey, aren't you going to eat?" A familiar voice asks. Lexi, from choir, "You can sit with us if you want."

"No." You reply, quickly walking away.

You hear Lexi let out a deep breath in annoyance, "Okay, then."

"You tried." One of her friends says, "I had her in English. She doesn't seem like the friendly type."

"It doesn't even look like the other Cullen's like her." Another one says.

Soon enough you're can't hear them anymore, though. You spend the rest of lunch laying in the woods; far enough so that all the noise had died down, but close enough that you'd hear the bell.

It's moments like this you miss the sensation of sleep. You don't remember what it's like, it's been so long, but you remember liking waking up in the morning and starting a new day. Every day is the same now, just stretching on and on and on forever and ever. No new starts. Just old beginnings you can't back out of now.

You hear the bell ring and open your eyes slowly. You can easily make it to class before the second bell rings. Running out of the woods, you slow down as you exit and reach the school. A teacher sees you, however, and scolds, "Miss Smythe, is it? No leaving the school grounds during school hours."

You flash him a bright smile, "I'm sorry. I was just trying to get away for a few minutes. New school, you know?" You say kindly, and he immediately smiles back in understanding, even stepping closer to you.

"I guess I can let it go this time, seeing as it's your first day." He says almost flirtatiously, practically in a daze. You just smile back even brighter until he can't see you anymore, and your smile immediately drops.

Ugh, humans.

You're almost late to your next class because of that run-in, but you make it in time. Everyone's already sitting in their seats as you walk in, though, and they all stare at you as you give your slip of paper to the teacher.

You find it amusing that your assigned seat is right next to Alice. She looks a little less than amused, though.

Throughout class she's gravitating further and further away from you. Again, you find it amusing. The bell rings, and she's the first one out of the class. You hold back a laugh.

Out of all the Cullen's, she's definitely the most interesting.

You make your way to your next class, and before you even walk in you already catch Alice's scent inside. You actually laugh to yourself.

She just can't escape you, it seems.

The fact that the only empty seat is next to her only fuels your amusement.

You take your seat next to her with a small smile on your face. It's only then that you realize you're in Art. Your smile instantly dissipates.

"This week we're going to focus on something that you find beautiful. Whether it's a person, an object, a landscape, I really don't care. Do try and be creative, hm?" The teacher, you already forget her name, says before leaving the class to our own devices.

You frown. Something beautiful?

The world, in itself, is an ugly place.

You notice Alice begins immediately drawing something in her art portfolio. Your frown stays in place as you realize you don't have anything to draw on, anyway. She seems to read your mind, though, and instantly tears a piece of paper from her portfolio and placing it in front of you. She does the action quickly, too quickly, as if doing it actually caused her physical pain.

You stare at the blank sheet of paper for many minutes, trying to think of something. Maybe somebody you know? You mentally shrug at the thought. Everyone in the Volturi is beautiful. It's kind of the vampire thing. None of them seem especially beautiful to you, though. What about an object? You try and think of something that's beautiful in this corrupt, decaying world.

You finally settle on a rose. Its cliché, you know, but it's all you can think of after the class is already half over.

You glance over at Alice's drawing, and even though it's still in the beginning stages you can already tell its Jasper. You manage not to roll your eyes.

You concentrate on your own drawing for the rest of the class. You'd forgotten how much you used to enjoy art when you were human. It was nice to have something to concentrate on without much thought.

"That's really good." You suddenly hear someone say. You look up to see another student admiring your work, "A rose, right?"

"Yeah." You answer shortly.

"Why'd you give it thorns, though?" He asks, curious, "It would be more beautiful without them."

You look at your drawing, realizing for the first time you'd added a stem adorning thorns on it.

"Every rose has its thorns." You simply say, "It's the way of life."

"Every thorn has its rose." Alice combats softly, and you get the feeling that you're missing something important.

Your face scrunches up. Now that's just factually untrue. But you concede to her point, regardless.

You wonder what she means, though.

At her words, the student turns to her, "That's really good too! You two have natural talent."

"Thank you." Alice says with a bright smile. Something about it catches you off guard, and you find yourself staring. She glances over at you, suddenly looking uncomfortable, and drops her smile.

You turn away, pretending that you weren't just staring. What was that about? You wonder to yourself.

Class ends, feeling like the shortest class of all. You realize with a smile that means the school day is over.

Your smile fades as you remember that you have to continue this pattern for the next foreseeable future.

You walk to the front office and hand them your slip of paper with the teacher's signatures.

"How was your first day?" The woman sitting behind the front desk asks happily.

"Fine." You answer shortly. Her smile falters for a moment before its back in full force.

"Well, have a good rest of your day!" She says cheerily. You simply nod, leaving quickly.

You make it to the Volvo and get in wordlessly. The ride back to the Cullen's house was quiet and somewhat tense.

This is definitely hell, you decide.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a review, if you'd like. :)