Hey hey party people! Loving you alls, thanks for the review! OK, so I know it's been a while, but I've been super busy, with course selection and whatnot. To clear this up for you, I like reviews, they make me happy, but I really don't need them, so if you don't feel like reviewing, that's no problem.

Disclaimer: Oh wow. So we're in Canada, eh? That means it's NOT Forks, so that part would belong to me, right?

Iris: Sorry D thing, but Ontario belongs to Canada, which belongs to the world, not you. Also, Parish Ridge is owned by James and Natalie Parish.

Disclaimer: Oh FINE! Can I keep the horses though?

Iris: Some will be the real names, some made up, so technically it's half and half.

Disclaimer: WOOOHOOO! I GET SOME PONY LOVE! Twilight isn't mine.

Iris: Or mine, regrettably. But Jasper, he's mine, so back off or I'll bite you!

Chapter 1: Sweetest Escape.

BPOV

STILL at Volturi castle : { D (hope y'all like my moustache smileys, they are amazing!)

Okay, that's it. I've HAD it! Caius has gone too far this time. What am I freaking out about? you may ask. Well, Caius said that I was 'commissioned' to make his and Aro's favourite pet, Jane, stronger than she was, what with my 'abilities'. Well, no way. I like being strongest!

So of course, I threw a fit, using my mental mutation to throw Jane into a screaming fit on the floor. Immense agony doesn't even begin to describe her feelings.

I was escorted to my room with two guards outside my door and two inside my room, along with that perverted ass Felix in my bathroom (eww).

And so, here I am now, being watched by two pairs of eyes, sitting on my unnecessary bed, remembering what happened only minutes ago.

And what am I going to do about it?

I'm going to leave.

"Sorry boys, it's been fun, but I've got a non-life to live!" As the guards began to run towards me, I vanished, using molecular mutation to transfer all the molecules in my body to a random place in the world.

I still wasn't used to the extraordinary feeling of having my molecules separated and flying through air and water and space and time and life. It was a constant tingle, making me feel like jelly but still solid in a way that was quite pleasant. I hope I never get used to it.

I still can't control where I go, but I'm getting better. A while ago, I decided Canada would be a nice place to hide, I've been planning for a while. The Volturi would never find me, especially in a huge country filled with so many wonders. I could live in the over-populated city, or maybe in the frozen arctic islands. I'll find out soon.

As soon as I thought it, my body rematerialized in what seemed to be a horse pasture. Rolling country side, sounds good in the sense of hunting and hiding. It was a horse riding school.

I could go in as a rider… but where's the fun in that? So, I decided I'd disguise myself as a horse. I felt the familiar tingle flow through my animated corpse as I slowly took shape.

I looked around with my new head, wow, I can see almost completely around my body. I am… an Andalusian, a famous Spanish breed of horse. I'm pure white, have a long wavy mane and tail. My eyes are still their beautiful butterscotch though, so I'm happy.

I walked right into their pasture, waiting for someone to notice.

After an hour or so of learning how to act, grazing, pawing the ground, the occasional whinny or tail swish, a young teen, probably 15 or 16, came up to the pasture with a lead rope.

She spotted me and took slow, cautious steps toward me. I didn't run.

"Well hey there beautiful, where'd you come from?" she asked in an okie accent. I nickered softly.

"Ain't you the loveliest lil' thang on the southern side of Ontario!" the girl twanged on. She muttered something about going to get the stable owner and walked off.

A few moments later, a tall man with black, curly hair and an obvious farmers tan came to the gate with the okie girl from before.

"Well Erika, you really are right," exclaimed the farmer man. "An honest to goodness wild horse standing calm as can be in the middle of our pasture."

"Told you, James (not evil James). Ain't she a beaute! Are you gonna keep her?" Erika was practically vibrating, her straight blond hair flying wildly around her face.

James seemed deep in thought for a few moments before replying, "We'll have one of the stable hands check her out. If she's safe to ride then we might put her as a school horse. Always need good ones. Go get her a halter, use Devon's. It should fit," James ordered her and she quickly ran off.

She returned with a large halter and two little munchkins trailing behind her. I was never one for kids, but they were the cutest creatures I'd seen in a long time. One was presumably five or four years old with big blue eyes and flowing golden brown hair. The other was a toddler, or just older, and really caught my attention. She had a head full of chocolate curls and glassy brown doe eyes that stared up at me in wonder. She reminded me so much of- no! I wouldn't think of that.

Erika came right up to me and slipped the halter onto my head slowly, as if she were nervous. I stood still and let her adjust it. She then clipped the lead rope on and led me out of the pasture, with James and the two kids following in tow.

I was brought into a hallway with stalls lining both sides and humans dressed in riding attire, from cowboy hats to riding helmets and vests. Horses turned and stared as I walked in, and I could feel what they were telling me: Hi a timid brown mare spoke. I nodded my head in her direction. How's it hanging, beautiful? A grey stallion was eyeing me up and down, and let loose a whinny. I snorted back at him, as a sign I wasn't interested. Geez, even males of other species are attracted to me.

And that's when I sensed him. A figure moving through the perfectly illuminated hall, but seeming as if he was shrouded in shadow. The horses in the stalls backed away as he passed. A vampire.

I really want to write more, but this is all way more than I planned on writing, so enjoy it. My chapters won't always be this long. Sorry for all the horse lingo, it was necessary. If you feel really lost, you can either google the terms or just ask me.

Lot's of Loves

Iris