"Is he gone?"

Clara glared at her sister. "Would you hush? He might not be here but others are. The man has a son, you know." She didn't wait to hear a response, but watched from the cracked door. She only hoped it was a matter of time before he left, too, just like his old man a few hours earlier.

As if Fate was on her side, the boy-man that had been standing in his room came out of the room and went back up the hall. When Clara heard the front door shut, she breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door to the tiny bedroom they had been staying in. "About damned time," Abby hissed, throwing the covers off of her. "Think we can conjure up some clothes? These stink of the ash of shitty fighters."

Clara snorted a short laugh and shook her head. "Those Aconites were some bad sons-of-bitches but that doesn't mean we're supposed to revel in their deaths," she commented. Abby's eyebrows disappeared into her hair at her sister's comment, but she didn't respond. Instead, she kept her eyes on her sister as she stood up. "And I want to try and keep the magic to a minimum in case they've got trackers on us."

"No magic?" Abby shook her head and ran her fingers through her tangled hair. "Forget that."

"We might be able to get away with small stuff like suckering some poor sap out of his car by manipulating this thoughts but, I don't know, pulling things literally from thin air is some big stuff." Clara sighed.

Abby rolled her eyes in contempt. "So, what, we're going to start robbing people?"

The two Wilkes sisters crept around the very nice looking two story house, making sure they kept incredibly quiet. Clara knew this probably spelled out the beginning of a nasty habit, but at least she and her sister had been smart about it. They had hitch hiked to the next town – a place called Forks – and targeted a few places there.

Clara knew that, had they stolen something from the place they had been in – a Native reservation called La Push. Clara had to laugh at that. -, then someone would have known it was them. At least, they would be the first to be accused. Two girls show up there and all of a sudden people's things go missing?

"No cars in the drive," Abby informed her.

Clara closed her eyes and reached out with her mind. "No one inside either," she commented as she touched the edge of one of the windows above their heads. With her hands pressed against the panes of the window, she pushed in a little and up. The window eased up and she smirked.

Abby gave her a look of disapproval. "What if they had had an alarm system in place?," she asked, sounding every bit the responsible one.

Clara shrugged her shoulders and hoisted herself onto the windowsill. "It's a good thing they didn't, huh?" She slid into the house and stuck her hand out of the window. Abby grabbed onto it, casting a look around to make sure no one had seen them. After getting her sister inside, she huffed. "All right. We need the essentials- clothes, money, you know."

Abby nodded and disappeared out of the room, calling, "Got it," over her shoulder.

Clara's baby blue eyes looked around the room she stood in. It was messy, and obviously a boy's room. There were posters of tattooed girls in bikinis on the walls. Clothes thrown carelessly around the floor. A set of weights sitting on a black shelf. On the same shelf sat a picture frame with a picture of two boys on it- a boy with light blonde hair and eyes the same color as she had, and a baby face and dimples. The other boy next to him had the same blonde hair and eyes, but he had a stony face. Like he was trying not to smile and look normal. Clara made a face at the picture. "Sorry, kid, but no matter how good looking you two are, we're still taking your shit," she said, turning the picture frame face down on the shelf. It felt weird robbing someone when they're pictures were staring at you with accusing eyes.

Inhaling all that Patchouli has definitely affected the amount of oxygen able to get to your brain, Clara thought as she searched the room for something to put the stuff she'd steal in. She found a black duffel bag and grinned, unzipping it. She was hit with a horrid odor and recoiled, tossing it to the side. "Ugh," she grunted, fanning the air around her. "That is gross."

Clara pulled open the drawers of the dresser and shifted through all the clothes. When her hand fell on something thick, she grinned and pulled her hand back with a wad of cash in it. "Bingo," she said giddily, pocketing it. Part of her felt guilty for taking the kid's money. But, really, he should put it in a more secure place.

After all, any random person could break into their house.

Clara laughed at her own joke and looked around the room. "Nothing at all interesting now," she mumbled, and went out of the room to the next room. It was a little neater- gender neutral, with no real personalization in it at all- so she figured it was a guest room. Still, she checked the dresser and the closet. Nothing but blankets and other linen.

With a sigh, she went downstairs. Abby was standing in the living room looking flustered. "Clara," she said, sensing her sister enter the room. "You don't feel a little bad taking their stuff?"

Clara exhaled heavily and shrugged her shoulders, her fingertips brushing across the big screen television. "A little. Why don't we just take what money we can find and book it? We can't take any real stuff with us or else Old Quil and his kid are going to get suspicious as to how mysteriously we have belongings."

Abby nodded her head. "Good, because I've had no problem finding that," she said, smirking as she turned and fished a handful of crumpled bills from her pockets.

Clara laughed at the devilish look her sister gave her and then froze upon hearing the sound of tires pulling into the drive. She didn't have to tell her sister twice, and the both of them bolted up the stairs and dove out the window they'd come in, making sure it was shut behind them. The two of them ducked back into the forest and came back out a little ways down the street.

"Let's go get us some clothes and we can hitch a ride back to the reservation," Clara said, wrapping her arm around her sister's shoulder. She was sure that they looked every bit as normal as the rest of the people around here, aside from the way they were dressed.

They both still had the clothes from the attack on the Aconite clan the night before. Clara had tight black jeans that were ripped randomly from the attack. Her steel toed boots were dirty, and her skin tight halter was red the color of blood. Thankfully, because of the worn black leather jacket she wore, you couldn't see the bloodstains that covered the back of her shirt from when she'd rolled into a pool of Aconite blood.

Abby was dressed almost identically, except that she wore no jacket and her shirt had been black. Clara looked down at her little sister as they turned onto a new block. Abby had barely aged since she'd come into her powers so many years ago. She looked like a young teenager – no older than thirteen or fourteen in appearance. Her face was soft in the way that only youthfulness could supply, and her baby blue eyes held an innocence in them that she still possessed. Despite everything that had happened in a little over two hundred years of life.

Abby quirked a light blonde eyebrow up at her sister, "Why do you keep looking at me like that for?," she asked, clearly uncomfortable.

Clara shrugged her shoulders and paused. "I'm just glad that you can pass as at most seventeen. You could still have a shot at normalcy." Clara frowned. "At least for a little while, anyway." Clara, getting frustrated that this was taking so long, stuck her thumb out and hoped someone would stop.

Abby grimaced. "The only way either of us would be normal is if we quit using our powers. And even then," - Abby shook her head, frowning -, "I don't think we could. It's too engrained in our systems. We stay in a place for awhile and then move once people start getting suspicious about us not aging. We're nomads- and you can never have a normal life being a nomad."

Clara shrugged her shoulders. "Unless, of course, you wanted to marry one of the boys from our clan?" She cast her sister a hopeful look, which received a very amused one in return.

"Highly unlikely. The only boy that doesn't get on my nerves is Adam, and that's because he doesn't talk. Much."

Clara laughed and shook her head, grateful that a car was rolling to a slow stop near them. "Well, maybe you can have some fun with one of the locals. We're only going to be here for a little while anyway."

Abby shrugged her shoulders and didn't respond to that. Instead, she cast a smile at the girl who pulled up beside them in the very expensive looking car. Abby didn't think a car like that belonged in a place like this.

"Do you guys need a ride?," the girl asked, looking behind her car to see if anyone was coming.

Clara nodded her head. "Yeah, is there a Wal-Mart around here?"

The girl nodded her head and gave them a friendly smile. "I could take you there if you want, and drop you guys back off."

"Cool, thanks," Clara said as she walked around the hood of the car. Abby just opened the passenger side door and hopped in the back. "I'm Dixie."

"Jackie," Abby piped from the backseat, smirking at the absolutely dreadful names her sister had given Old Quil last night. But, they were their favorites to use whenever they associated with outsiders.

"I'm Renesmee, but all my friends call me Nessie." The girl's amber colored eyes sparkled with interest as the girl took in the sisters' appearances. She pulled back onto the road and headed toward the Wal-Mart, attempting to get a feel for the girls.

After a long while, they finally pulled into the parking lot of the department store. The three girls walked across the lot and into the store. Abby finally spoke as she grabbed a shopping cart. "Hey, Nessie," she said, looking at the girl's choice of clothes.

From an objective standpoint, Nessie had a great body. Abby wrinkled her nose at the unflattering baby doll top that the girl wore, and the designer jeans. The designer jeans didn't look too half bad, but Abby could tell that Nessie didn't like them; that the style of clothes she wore didn't suit her one bit.

Clara caught onto what Abby was thinking and laughed, before draping an arm around Nessie's shoulders. "How old are you Nessie?"

"Uh, seventeen," Nessie said slowly, confused and more than a little weary.

Abby smirked. "Then why the fuck are you dressing like a preteen?"

Nessie shrugged her shoulders and ran a hand through her bronze locks, feeling more than a little self-conscience. "Uh, my aunt bought my clothes. She wants me to dress girly?" Nessie offered that to them, because it was true. Alice had taken it upon herself to buy all of her clothes because she thought Nessie had no fashion sense whatsoever. It wasn't true. Nessie just didn't like frilly, brightly colored, girly clothes.

"Right," Clara drawled, "Well, my sister and I are going to do you a little favor. We've got to get some new clothes and, well, we're going to be getting you some too. Because, quite frankly, you look too good to be dressing like miss goody-two-shoes."

"I don't dress like a goody-two-shoes." Nessie's tone was defensive, and she knew it. She also knew that, despite knowing these girls for only about half an hour, that they could tell she didn't like her clothes. Despite looking and feeling like a teenager, Alice and the rest of her family still treated Nessie like she was a toddler. Technically, Nessie thought, I'm only about seven. But no one really needs to know that.

Abby snorted and grabbed a dark haired boy that had been walking toward the exit. She gave him a slow smile and felt his pulse quicken beneath her fingers that latched onto his wrist. "Hey, sugar," she said, pulling him to her sister and Nessie. "Tell me what you think when you see our friend here," she told him, jerking her chin in Nessie's direction.

Nessie grimaced at Abby and Clara. They were nice girls, but, God, did they know how to embarrass her, or what?

The boy smirked at Nessie, his hazel eyes giving her body a slow and thorough once-over. She blushed. "She's hot," the boy said with a lazy smile, "but I think she'd look better dressed like you guys." He shrugged. "She seems like the feisty type."

Nessie silently agreed, thinking back to the times where she'd put Jacob and his friends in their places for being rude to her family- and of the times when she'd all but smacked Rosalie and her father, Edward, for calling the wolves derogatory names. Yeah, Nessie said internally as she smiled externally, that sounds about right.

Abby grinned and winked at the boy. "Thanks for your help," she said, pushing him away and watching as he simply shrugged and left the building. She turned her attention back to Nessie. "As your new friends, we did that for your own good."

Clara nodded. "See? Fate brought us together to knock some sense into that head of yours."

"All right, all right," Nessie said with sigh, "I give my full consent to be your doll. As long as I don't wind up looking like an idiot or a slut." Because Mom and Dad would murder me if I came back home with hooker heels.

Clara and Abby linked hands with Nessie and all but dragged her to the clothes section. Clara and Abby shared a look as they eyed the selection of clothes in the junior's section. They had slim pickings but, hey, they could work with anything. "Let's get to work."


A/N;; First off, thanks to DefenderOfThePeople for the reviews :) And thanks to those folks who favorited the story. I'm not too thrilled about this chapter, but the pack's going to be arriving soon. Eeep, I adore the wolf pack :P Leave a review?

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