The stars had been out for hours when I arrived in Forks. It had only taken me 2 hours to swim to the shore of Port Angeles, and the sun was just rimming the horizon. But I felt a little weak, so I had to take a detour in order to feel comfortable and confident in my strength. If I did run into my Hate(Edward), I wanted to be at my peak in ability, and if I did get the girl tonight, I dot want to finish her off too quickly... I had a long and painful night planned for the little thing. I was going to enjoy every second of pain, screams, and pleas she would utter.

Afraid that if I hunted in the state the Cullens might suspect something and put the human under heavy observation, making my wish harder to obtain, so I ran quickly into the mountains of California, where many people liked to camp. I found three middle aged men, drunk and spluttering around the forest lost. Full from the first mans' blood, unnecessarily, I killed all of them. I made it quick so there was not much pain for them, only fear.

Because of my large meal, I ran a somewhat sluggish pace back to Washington. I took every precaution I could to scratch out or at least limit my possibilities at getting detected, while trying to sense others whereabouts.

I made it without any disruptions to my destination. The last time I had been to this house was by request of James almost a year ago. He asked me to search the house cleanly and quietly, so the Cullens couldn't guess any of our moves. It was strategy! We were good at this game, and knew we would win... I still am not completely sure how it came to the way it ended. God must have told them of our plans...

I circled the simple house, looking for a sent, the sent, but found nothing other than the fading stench of dog. It surprised me to find the air only carrying her father's dull smell, and her floral fragrance that I longed to taste. Still taking as much precaution as possible, I climbed the shingles that covered the whole house to the window that was the girls room. I peaked quickly into it to find one body lying under a heavy blanket. There was no other sound coming from the room other than the thump of a strong heart.

I silently opened the unlocked window and slid in. The room was like the outside, radiating with the beautiful smell. Only her smell! Unlike the last time I was in this room - the whole area was full of him. It was potent on the rocking chair, in her clothes, but mainly and most strongly on the bed... I wonder how he could have sex with the fragility of a human and not kill her, especially this girl who smelled so sweet.

Sure that I was not going to be ambushed, I walked over to the sleeping child's form. Each step was becoming difficult to maintain; I wasted so badly to leap and kill! Balling my hands into fists and digging my nails into my skin, I kept control, going through all the things I had planed to do to this girl.

It was strange - I didn't remember the girls sent being so strong before. But then again, the only times I had smelled it was in a wide field filled with many other scents and on her clothing. It is so very different having it living so solely in the consciousness of the air.

"I can see way my James wanted you, Bella," I whispered so quietly, I knew it would not wake her whiled crawling as delicate as I could on to the small bed. "I want you myself."

Once positioned on the bed properly, her face not even a foot away from mine, I moved the light layer of brown hair that covered it, exposing the sleep beaten face with swollen lips and deep circles around the eyes. At the soft movement, she made a pained expression and did something that changed everything.

She took a deep breath when I exhaled, and scooted closer to me. I froze in shock when her thin, warm arms wrapped tightly around my waist, and her face slid down to my shoulder, where it rested contently. Once she was settled, she took another deep breath and smiled a sad smile, still deep asleep.

Something in me moved, or maybe it disappeared and came back at the same time... I couldn't quite fathom what had happen. I was paralyzed, searching for what I did not come here to look for.

I wanted to run away way screaming because of the strangeness of the moment. She had just curled into me, her death. I wanted so badly to lift her to my mouth and plunge my teeth into her white skin! But there was this other part... This foreign part that I had met before, but couldn't remember feeling. This part was enjoying that gentle feeling of the girls body draped next to mine. It is always a nice feeling, being held in the way she her arms encased me. I missed that part most of having love so close.

'James', I roared to the part of me that was begging to have mercy on the little girl, my enemies lover. Trying to put my thirst completely in control, I bent down and put my face into her soft hair and took the deepest of breath, but it did not have the result I wished. There was only pain – physical and mental.

My brain was at war, segregated by anger and something new - caring for the life of my prey. I found myself contemplating if killing her would really make that much of a difference. James was not coming back, and for all I know, Edward wasn't either. Because I didn't smell the Cullens anywhere in the town or near towns, he might have got bored with her and left. Maybe if I did drink her to death, it wouldn't phase him the slightest.

Why should I end this life for no other reasons than anger for someone who probably left her and the wonderful way she smells. Why would I want to bring her the death her possibly no-longer-mate sent mine. None of what she's done deserved what had planed to give her. It was we, James and I, that through the first stone.

Promising my self I was only going to give into those thoughts for a minute, I wrapped my arms around her breakable bones of the warm being, shocking myself at the audacity. Suddenly, her hands gripped my shirt tightly as a small sob murmured from her lips. My arms jerked away from her, thinking I may have crushed some part of her.

I fully believed that when she stated to cry, turning her head into my chest, but then she cried, "Edward." Her hands moved up my torso, making me shiver and become frozen again. Soon her hands went over the lump that was my breast and she froze too. I heard her heart pick up in pace as she started to wake. Painfully slow, realization hit her.

She lifted her head from me and looked down at her hand, and she carefully removed it. Then she lifted her head, taking my body inch by inch until she found my face. Her dark, watery eyes opened wide as she gasped. Then, strangely, she sighed a sigh of relief, two tears crawling out of her eyes in harmony with each other.

"Please, don't do this here," she whispered, looking at me with a demanding plea shouting in her dark irises, touching something new and old inside of me.

I took a deep breath, filling myself with her, reminding myself what I was here to do. I smiled kindly at her and she smiled back.

"Hold on," I commanded her in a soothing voice.

She obediently wrapped her arms around my neck, as I hooked her legs around my waist and wrapped my arms around hers.

I shot off from the bed straight out the still opened window. As soon as my feet his the cool grass, I took off deep into the woods in a random direction. Victoria, you are still going to do this just like you wanted, I told told myself. I appeased the part of me that didn't want to kill her with this little mercy of not killing her with her father near, but that did not mean that any of my plans where going to change... She will die, I told myself over and over as I ran, but first I had to find one thing out.