I did sorta finish this yesterday but I was too lazy to upload it. I would have done it EARLIER but a certain BOYFRIEND of a certain FRIEND (Yes, Sam. I know all about your little endevours to piss me off) prevented me from coming back to the library quicker. I should probably arn you now...Kitoura has a foul mouth. A REALLY foul mouth. More on that later.


Edward and I were upstairs in his bedroom when there was a crash. We were down in seconds. It took me a few moments to realize who it was crouched and growling at Rosalie. It was Kitoura – except she looked different.

Her black hair was blood red, and much longer. Her skin was a pale brown, and I could see the scarring all over her body. Her fangs were much longer, as were the black claws on her hands and feet. The most peculiar thing, however, seemed to be that she was part wolf. She had a black wolf tail and black wolf's ears. I cried out and stumbled back.

Edward ran and picked Kitoura up around the middle. "Come on, you lug. Oh, jeez, you're heavy."

"Edward, I am not!" she cried.

Rosalie scoffed and walked away. I watched her suspiciously.

I went down the stairs and looked at Kitoura. "So this is what your really look like? Well, I'm glad I didn't see you before..."

She grinned at me. "Yeah, good choice." She struggled from Edward and landed on the ground with a dull thunk. The black lace dress flared out around her. "Jeez, Rosalie's such a bitch."

"What did she say?" I asked. Edward, of course, already, and he looked upset.

"She was...Just...She called me a dirty mutt, told me to get out. Then she said that she hoped I do not hang around like the 'human girl'. But don't worry about her."

I felt upset, but happy that she had stood up for me. I watched her stand up and grin. "I guess you'd be eating, you know, being human and all."

I laughed nervously. "Yeah." I felt Edward's arms draw around me.

"Are you going to be around for Christmas?" he asked her.

"Aeh? Edward, I do not celebrate Christmas, but yeah. I will. It's only a few days away." Kitoura said, smiling pleasantly. She looked out at the mush through the window. "The snow here is weird."

Edward laughed. "To you, I suppose it would be."

Kitoura seemed to go to laugh, before falling to her knees and covering her head. "Oh God! Jasper, ew!"

Edward made a face. "Jasper, Alice, STOP THINKING STUFF LIKE THAT!"

I figured what was happening, but I was a little confused. Could Kitoura hear thoughts too?

"Sorry!" Alice called from upstairs.

Kitoura rocked backwards and forwards. "I'm scared mamaaa..." She whimpered.

"Kitoura can read thoughts?" I asked Edward.

"No." He replied. "She can feel emotions, like Jasper, but she can't change them."

"Wow." I said. "That must suck." I looked at her. She seemed to have calmed down; she was getting up and brushing off.

"Well, Edward, I believe I'm going to step out for a little while." She went to walk out the door and he caught her arm.

"Kitoura, this isn't like where you come from. You can't just go hunting wherever you feel like it." He growled.

"I beg to differ, Edward. You can't stop me." She growled.

My eyes darted between them, afraid. Kitoura seemed very angry with Edward, her fangs bared at him. Edward, however, seemed not to give in to her threatening demeanour. He went into a half crouch, snarling like a feral animal.

"Don't fight!" I cried.

Kitoura stood up straight. She stared at Edward as he straightened, then, to my sheer amazement, lifted a gentle hand and backhanded him across the cheek. There was a loud thwack as her hand made contact with his face. Edward just stood there, face turned to the side. I noticed that the rest of the family were standing at the head of the stairs, gold eyes wide with surprise. Kitoura tossed her head and walked out the front door.

I touched Edward's shoulder and uttered his name.

He looked at me. "...That...That hurt." He said. "She hurt me."

Alice was giggling. "That was nice, Edward. Upset the one person in the world who can physically. Fabulous."

I hugged him. "Come on. Let's go back to our room."

"Edward?" I asked, stroking his hair as he kissed my neck.

"Yes love?" He replied, not stopping.

"What does 'shawmot' mean?"

He laughed. "It's a Greek word. She calls Rose one all the time." He stretched up and whispered in my ear, "It means 'manwhore'."

I started to laugh. "She calls Rosalie a manwhore?"

"Yeah, don't tell her." He said, smiling my favourite lopsided smile. He kissed my lips passionately, making my heart stop for a second or two. I heard him laugh. Damn heart. It was so annoying. He trailed the kiss down my neck to my collarbone before going back up to my lips. "Kitoura's going to come home soon. Please don't freak out when you see her."

"What? Why?"

He gave a soft laugh. "She's covered in blood. I think she might have had a small skirmish, she's got her own blood on her too."

"Can you just hear her thoughts?" I asked.

"Kitoura's mind is...It's broken. When I try to listen, I get memory fragments, scrambled words... I consider myself lucky. If you knew what she has been through... To hear her thoughts would be unbearable."

"What has she been through?"

As I predicted, he shook his head. "It's her story. But she and Rose have had similar experiences – but Kitoura's was worse." He hugged me tightly. "I love you Bella."

"I love you too." I said, resting against his chest.

Suddenly, he sat up. "Kitoura's back. And she's not in good shape."

He led me downstairs, and I saw the front door open. Kitoura limped in, blood dripping from her. In seconds, there was a pool of blood around her.

I felt faint. Edward picked me up and took me back to our room. "Wait here. I'll tell you everything when I know."

Edward's POV

She was in bad shape, worse than I thought. She was covered in lacerations, and her broken leg, despite her very rapid healing, was not faring too well.

Carlisle had laid her out on the kitchen table, and everyone else had holed up in their rooms. I had smelt her blood often and I was very used to it.

She had quickly lost consciousness after I left Bella upstairs. Carlisle said it looked like she had been cut up with claws, then pushed out of a moving vehicle. He also said that it looked like she had been violated, but he was not going to check, in case that upset her (Kitoura was very neurotic and irrational, so it probably would have). She finally started to wake up, and stared up at me, bleary-eyed. "Aeh? What...?" She was in the blissful few moments before you remember anything. She started to cry.

Carlisle looked at me. "Maybe you should go. Go see Bella."

I sighed and nodded. I left the sobbing wolf-girl with Carlisle and went up to my room. Bella was lying on the bed reading – you guessed it – Wuthering Heights. She looked at me. "So? What happened?"

I sighed and lay down next to her. I hugged her tightly. "She was raped and beaten, and thrown out of a moving car."

Bella gasped. "That's horrible!" she cried. "Do we know who did it?"

"We know he wasn't human." I answered. I gently kissed her head. "Don't worry. She'll be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"I am."


And freeze. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as possible. If I take more than a week email me with pokes. If it's not see-able on my bio-thingo, it's emo.mama. so poke away. 3 -BirchKitty.