I took some pipe cleaners, paper clip, and some pieces of construction paper out of my pocket. Sam ducked into the house. It was quiet for a while until I spoke up.

"Jeesh, ya'll are usually a loud group of people. I can usually hear you at our house." I said shaking my head. I started fidgeting with the pipe cleaners and ended up making a small helicopter thing with all of the stuff. Sam came outta the house and dropped an already battered book.

"Read it. Chapter 16, start there." I picked the brown leather bound book up. I looked at the title. It was familiar; I remembered reading this like five years ago. I stood up, back still to the support thingamie. I walked over the table and put it down carefully and returned to sitting improving my little helicopter.

"No, thanks, already read it like forever ago." He was staring at my wrist. Dammit I must've let them see the bite.

"Nice going," Embry muttered as he walked by to join his brothers.

"Shut up," I said, hitting him hard. Even for him being a werewolf and being like all strong or whatever he winced at the pain. Sam moved towards me. I jumped backwards off the porch.

"Touch me I will bite your fingers off." I said. Wow that sentence just like a vamp. Jake rubbed his finger as if remembering.

"I'm not going to play this game with you." Sam said. Wow that sentence sounded like a paranoid mom.

"Ash, he wants to help you. Let him see your wrist." Wow that sounded like an inexperienced brother, Jake sighed.

"Yeah, he might want to help me, but apparently not him. He wants to get his fingers bitten off!" I said trying to lighten the mood or change the subject.

"Humor won't always solve things. Let him see you wrist!" Jake shouted.

"Fine," I waved my wrist towards him and then returned it behind my back, "yeah humor doesn't solve some things, but it does dissolve some stressed or whatever." I said

"Did I announce I now have sarcasm as a second language? So that means I'm already ahead of you in high school credits." He smiled but it soon faded.

"Let him see you wrist, it'll make the pain go away." Jared said shoving food in his mouth.

"What pain? I'm not in any pain. Don't assume things you don't know, dude." I said defensively.

"Guys shut up! Now, you don't feel pain?" Sam asked raising his eyebrows. I shook my head no.

"Are you a-"

"NO!" I said interrupting him, "why do you think idiots keep thinking I'm a werewolf. Now I'ma give you a hint what is in that book," I said waving my hand toward the book on the table, "that has the same exact symptoms of werewolves and were closely allied with them. Oh, and now I'm being nice another hint were closely allied with the element most, more closely allied with earth!" I shouted. I smirked, I was giving them another hint. My hair was on fire. Emily started edging to the doorway.

"You get water or something that is not nice to flames I will bite your fingers off." I nearly screamed.

"But your hair…It's on fire." She said stopping.

"Well maybe, if your fiancé remembered or maybe read the entire book, I would calm down and be happy that I'm not the smart one here!" I wasn't really mad. I was pissed.

"Spirit's Warrior," someone whispered.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, please lucky contestant come on down. Did you know you get a day free of not getting you fingers bitten off?" I said. I turned the flames off.

So I bet on two things on the moment that you're confused about the Spirit's Warrior and why I like saying something about biting someone's fingers off. Okay the easier one first, I don't know why I just like biting people and eventually in middle school I started to bite people's fingers. Now the Spirit's Warrior thing, a long time ago there was a little girl. She could see spirits and they would talk to her about their problems. Eventually when she got older the ghosts' whispers turned to a word then a shout then it got bloody. By the time she was 16 she was tired of the ghosts being mistreated by a type of cold one (f.y.i. vampires). For a while she had no idea that vampires could even see ghosts. Then the older ghosts explained to her that some vampires that fought for vengeance could see them. The older ones called them tigerira vampires. She was a direct descendent of an alpha werewolf. So she was stronger and faster. One day a woman named Sylvia about 29 told her of a vampire who raped and murdered her. Her story was so unfriendly that the young girl marched into the woods with Sylvia to where the vampire was when she was raped. She picked up a rock and cut herself down the arm. No sooner did she do that the vampire stood tall in front of her. She fought brutally against the vampire and won. Sylvia, who had in her other life had been gifted by a goddess with the ability to control fire, passed the gift along to the Spirit's Warrior. Because of a teenager's action Sylvia had been able to pass into her Otherworld. More horrifying stories came along and she kept fighting and winning and gaining new elemental gifts. One day another ghost came along and told her its' story it was so bad I wouldn't even know where to begin. She was furious, the ghost pleaded to her not to go fight, but she refused. She wanted to fight so that every poltergeist could have closure. By then she had acquired every element you could possibly think of, but as you can imagine she had grown old too. She was slower and weaker, and the vampire was uber strong and superly fast. All the ghosts came and watched her fight giving her all the advice that they could think of. The overload of all the spirits was too much for her to handle, but it helped her. While she had been fighting in her physical state she had crossed in the Spirit world. She would strike behind the vampire. But the vampire, cunningly, wore her body down and made the final blow. She would never be able to return to her physical state again. The vampire could see the spirit. She was on her knees crying by her body. He walked up behind her and twisted her neck, besides the fact that all of the ghosts were screaming to her. She was too sad thinking about her family the troubles she would leave to them. She wanted to die to relieve the pain.

From then on out generations of werewolf alpha descendants some had become Spirit's Warrior. Others werewolves and some others were normal.

"Still that doesn't give you full protection of not becoming a bloodsucking leech." Sam said.

"Hmm that would be a funny concept. Huh an algaetarian leech." I said.

"STOP IT!" Sam bellowed. I shut my mouth.

"Emily get the phone. Ash, I am going to call a vampire. He is going to come here and see if you are going to turn into a vampire. You cannot threaten to bite his fingers off. His name is Carlisle Cullen."