"You shit ass piece of shit Emmett!"

"What?"

I pulled the tree out of the way and clambered out of the wreckage. Most of my jeans had been blown off, my shirt was smouldering, and I had dirt in my hair. I smacked casually at the flames that were climbing up my leg, turned around and glared at my stupid ass brother.

Emmett clambered out after me, half his dark curls straightened within an inch of his life the other half covered with the remains of the airforce pilot's helmet he had found in an old bunker we raided a week ago. The camo jumpsuit hung in tatters around his large frame thankfully hiding his junk but that was something I had seen before, sadly on many occasions.

"I thought you said you could fly this thing," I shrieked gesturing to the flaming pile of metal that had made a massive hole in the ground. Trees were knocked down and dirt was had been flung everywhere. The last of the snow had been instantly melted when the fuel tank exploded.

"I have had plenty of practise," Emmett muttered as he tossed the remains of the helmet away and squatted next to a still rotating tail fins. He idly stuck his fingers into it and the metal snapped and went careening into the dirt.

My eyes narrowed. "If you fucking utter the words 'arcade simulator' I'm gonna tear you a new one."

"Okay then, I won't," Emmett huffed as he stared at the wreckage. "Well shit, there goes my pocket money for the year!"

I snorted and flittered out of the way of the flames that were consuming the now 4million dollar hunk of metal.

"You had better put those flames out and bury it," I snapped pointing at him and then at the helicopter. Emmett stood up and turned to me

"Why me?"

"Because you're the moron who can't compute the words "UP' or "We shouldn't only see the ground'".

"Backseat driver," Emmett muttered. I rolled my eyes and stalked off towards the house. Then I changed my direction knowing everyone had probably seen the air disaster and I would get another lecture.

"Hey aren't you going to help me?"

"No," I screamed over my shoulder. "I'm hunting…you've pissed me off."

"Fuc-king wo-men!" Emmett cursed as he started flinging dirt into the flames. I growled as I took off. My clothes were singed and barely covering me but I didn't care. I needed to get away.

I flew through the growth and dodged trees feeling my nerves calm with every step I took away from them. Don't get me wrong I love them, but family is…tough to be around. Especially since my newborn year is over and done with, and everyone is still babying me.

"You're still volatile."

"We shouldn't risk it."

"I still can't see properly."

Blah blah blah.

I growled and pushed myself harder.

Things were… boring…I never really expected that. Life with Edward was fun but I needed excitement on a different level. After my supposed death it was decided that my newborn phase would be waited out before I saw anyone or did anything remotely exciting for that matter. I agreed to it begrudgingly, knowing a year would go fast and I would be let off my leash to do as I pleased.

However that was not what happened. My newborn year came to a close and I was met with a force that would stop even the most determined vampire.

The Cullen Force.

I barked out a laugh as an image of all the Cullen's dressed as superheroes. Carlisle in a cape especially got me chuckling. I shook my head clearing my mind of amusing scenarios that flittered through it.

Get it together.

When Emmett came to me asking for my help and rubbing his hands together, cackling like a mad evil genius I, of course, knew his idea was going to be met with disapproval when they found out. But frankly I didn't care. I was over being babied. I was over being cooped up. And I thought Emmett's idea of buying a helicopter would be cool.

I sighed loudly as I ran harder and harder through the trees. Suddenly a weak scent peaked my interest. It stunk! Like really stunk! I had the feeling of wanting to hurl and I knew that vamps just don't blow chunks the way humans do.

I slowed up and paused at a decrepit old tree. Its gnarled branches hung low and in the waning sunlight gave off an eerie shadow. It almost made me shudder.

Jeez, get a hold of yourself

I glanced around taking in everything and found the feeling intensified. I would have thought it was Jasper playing with my feelings as he tended to do when he got extremely bored but this, this, felt different.

This felt wrong.

Why?

I took a precautionary step forward and the scent knocked the wind out of me. I gasped for unnecessary air as I stumbled back against the trunk of the tree. The branches pulled sharply through my hair and their snapping sound as the broke reverberated through the stillness of the darkening woods.

Shit, I am so in trouble.

Fear pulsed through my body sitting unnaturally in the pit of my stomach. I cupped the palm of my hand over my mouth and stopped breathing. I pushed myself up against the tree trying to hide myself in its lengthening shadow.

Something was out there.

Something fucking big and fucking scary.

I heard the distinct padding of a foot crushing into snow. My eyes snapped to the direction but no sooner had I looked I heard another footstep on the opposite side of the first.

Shit.

Either I'm surrounded or this thing is fast.

I couldn't stop myself. I let out a sharp hiss and crouched low preparing myself for a fight.

You're going to die.

I know.

I tensed as I tried to register the blur that streaked across my line of vision.

Fuck if I can't see it then I am screwed.

Hopelessness and despair streaked through my body like a freight train. If I had a heart beat it would be pounding so hard it would have probably given out. I crouched lower my body tensing with anticipation. My muscles screamed to be released as they coiled tighter with every second. My eyes darted taking in the changing colours, the growing shadows, and the slight wind that flittered through the isolated terrain.

Strangely however I did notice my mind was not telling me to run. As a newborn I knew that my fight or flight mechanism was enhanced. Most newborns stupidly choose to fight which is why they rarely make it through the first year. As a fighter myself, my fight or flight mechanism was somewhat skewed. Lucky for me I knew when my number was up and could disengage myself any problematic situation. Carlisle thought this was remarkable, I however saw it as common sense and just another side of my ability to control myself.

However at this moment all my mind was doing was telling me to hide. I instinctively knew I could not out run it, that it would have me in three point four seconds flat and I wasn't willing to kiss my ass goodbye just yet.

And I don't hide.

I flexed my feet as I prepared my take-off knowing full well that whatever this thing was it was going to take me out.

At least I'll go out fighting.

The silence echoed all around me as a snarl bubbled up my throat and into my mouth. No sooner had it broken the still air then I felt the tree I had been leaning against shoved me back. I gulped a scream as it pushed against my stone body, the pressure causing my knees to buckle. The trunk snapped with the force, bark and twigs flying in all directions. I scrambled away, my fingers trying to find any purchase they could get so I wouldn't be trapped under this thing.

I flipped around, my body hunched on all fours, my eyes furiously darting around trying to find my attacker. The crackling of the tree, or what was left of it, caused my gaze to settle and register.

HE WAS HUGE!

And ugly.

I stared at him watching as huge gobs of saliva dropped onto the frozen ground. His snout was pushed into his face bearing his massive fangs. His eyes were a dull yellow and part of my mind tried to figure out what was wrong with them. Within seconds I realised he wasn't blinking and then the horror dawned on me.

He had no eyelids.

It made him even more menacing. His fore legs were unnaturally long and hung just above the ground as he stood hunched on his back legs. But it was his fur that paralysed me. Because I had seen it before. Hanging on my living room wall.

Holy shit, holy shit!

I felt my self backing up and away from him. His body, almost three times the size of Jacob in wolf form, was shaking the bark off. The sound of my bare foot touching the snow as I edged away caused his eyes to snap to mine.

His unblinking, no eyelids, fucking creepy ass eyes.

He let out a thunderous scream as his body tensed and came after me. I scrambled around and felt the snow fly out behind me as I tried to put as much distance between me and him knowing my number was up in a matter of seconds. My mind was calculating what would happen. From my research as a human I knew that werewolves could calve a vamp up in no time. If by some miracle you survived he had your scent and he would hunt you down. If he managed to bite you the toxic saliva would travel into your system rendering you paralysed within hours and an easy meal for him.

Either way I was a goner.

I let out an involuntary scream as I felt his paw touch my back. It barely grazed me but the fear of that touch made crumble onto the ground. I felt the air whiz over my head and I knew the move had shocked him as he flew over me too engaged in the chase to check himself.

I felt my hair stand on end as I looked up into his face. He had managed to turn around and was now staring down at me from a couple of feet away. I saw his muscles tense and heard the primordial scream that left his foul snout but I turned my head away not willing to let this be the last thing I see. I conjured Edwards face in my mind as I heard the snapping of teeth close to the back of my neck.

Goodbye my love.