Disclaimer: I do not own Edward, Jasper, or Alice. But I do own Reeth, Veronica, Ichabod, and Oscar.

I thought about returning to school. IT was far more dangerous than I assumed. What of my thirst? I would be surrounded by humans and I would become feverishly sick with that unquenchable thirst. I paced around my room, glancing at the clock. It was three in the morning. I ran outside in haste thinking about when I could be around a human and have the ability to control my new instincts. I looked at the telephone pole that was now adjacent to my person. I saw two papers posted to it in desperation. The first one had my picture on it. I gasped and quickly tugged it off the rotting wood;

"Reeth Helsing; Missing

Age: 18

Height: 5'6"

Hair: Auburn

Eyes: Hazel

If anyone has information on the whereabouts of young Reeth, please contact the local police or Arthur Helsing at the home of 74 Tulsa Street (just outside of La Push).

She was reported as a missing person March 15 and has not been found by the search unit set out for her. Please, report any sightings."

I felt guilt overwhelm me. I couldn't imagine what I had put my father through. He must have been so worried when I didn't return home that night. I had been reported missing on the fifteenth. That was one day after the incident. One day after I had become a demon. I shuddered. Then all of the sudden I felt a strange scent hit my nose. IT smelled terrible. It was the smell of a wild dog that had been running around in dirt and water on a hot summer's day. I bent forward, baring my teeth, not even realizing how or why I was doing it. I heard a soft growl escape from my mouth. I looked frantically into the woods. I heard a rustle that could not have been made from nature. I walked slowly toward the opening where the noise occurred.

I saw yellow eyes stare at me through the shrubbery. I stopped in my footsteps and stood straight up again. The yellow eyes quickly disappeared into the woods, leaving the stench behind.

It took me awhile to forget about the eyes in the woods. I still contemplated about returning to school. What ways could I divert my thirst? I remembered hearing old tales from La Push about vampires... or "the cold ones". I remembered him saying something about animal's blood...

I ran into the woods and caught myself a deer grazing. I stood low in the grass, eyeing my meal. I noticed now that I looked like wolf hunting. I didn't approach it quite like a lioness. I noticed the bare rage in my face and stance. I let my teeth show barbarically, not caring that the deer heard it. It sprang into a run and I bolted after it. It didn't take long to catch it. The only hard part was trying to bit into it because it squirmed and I was in too much of a hurry. But then as I realized my strength, I held it down, almost as if it were paralyzed. I began to drink, noticing easily how much more human blood fulfilled my need. But at this point, I figured I could try and not harm any other beings. If I lived off animals, then I wouldn't have to give up human qualities. It was then that I realized why the Cullens were still attending High School. They must have lived off of animals as well. But my insatiable thirst for humans would be hard to cover. I was still... new at this. I looked to the sky noticing that the morning sky had begun to show. I realized that I had to remove my parents' bodies from the forest, if I wanted any chance to live normally in Forks.

I ran through the forest, not aware of the layout. But somehow I knew where I was going. Almost like the map had always been painted in my head, from birth. I ran to find their bodies, knotted together like pieces of string. I gulped and now felt remorse for the killing of my parents. I sat down for a minute, unable to control the flow of tears. I groaned and cursed myself for having done it. They were my parents... they'd cared for me... wanted good things for me... and I take them away. I stood up, looking at the sky, growing with opaque clouds, but the sun still stood behind them. I raised my hands up and promised to all the earth to never kill another human again. I ran into the ditch and picked up their bodies. How could I pull off living without my parents? It was then that an idea struck upon me.

I took their bodies easily and ran back to my house. I placed them in odd positions at the patio door. I picked up the phone and called the police.

It wasn't terribly hard to convince them that they had been attacked by something. The police looked at the bite marks in confusion.

"Well, that's interesting..." one inspector said. The other walked over examining it. I sat on the couch with a blanket over me, looking at the police, pretending to be a victim and not the cause.

"What the hell?" the other detective said.

"That's exactly what I said... it seems impossible..." The police chief walked over and demanded an explanation.

"Well, it not a definite but these bite marks are consistent with a human's and a... wolf's. That's-"

"Impossible," the police chief finished the sentence. I read the chief's badge. The last name Swan. I felt my throat clench hard as I realized that he was Isabella's father.

"Well, maybe a closer examination would be best...." they tried to reason. I felt my spine shake when the words wolf was used. My hands began to tremble, Swan misreading the reason.

"It's okay Reeth.... do you have any place to stay?" Swan asked, concerned. I began to cry at the memory of my vicious slayings. Just then the room smelled sweet. Sweeter than my own scent. I looked up in the doorway and saw Ichabod and Oscar from the old city I used to live in. If I had a heartbeat... it would've stopped.

Ichabod was a very stocky guy. His shoulders were wide and his waist was thick with muscled. He wasn't the tallest guy but what he lacked in height, he made up for in rage and strength. His hair was a fair brown... it looked ash blonde sometimes. His eyes were deep gold. Ichabod stood just behind Oscar, smiling at me, knowingly.

Oscar was probably the most sought after man back when I lived in the city. His face was angular, with a wide set jaw. His face was hard and cold, covered in five o'clock shadow. He stood tall, about six feet and a few inches. He was defined in his arms, wearing nothing but a gray t-shirt, no coat. His legs were long and lean. He looked like a male model. But I never did fall for his beauty.

Chief Swan eyed the boys in suspicion. Oscar stepped forward and shook Swan's hand.

"Hello Chief Swan. My name is Oscar Berrett. I am a good friend of Reeth and her family. What happened here" Oscar asked politely, playing dumb. Swan looked over him suspiciously but then gave in.

"Well... it seems that Mr. and Mrs. Helsing have been ... killed... by some kind of animal. And Reeth... well... seeing how she's eighteen she doesn't have to stay with anybody but... she needs time," he replied. Oscar's eyes widened incredulously, looking at me so fast that Swan did not even see it. Ichabod's smile faded. Oscar resumed his stance before the shock hit him.

"Well... I was here on a visit but... we can take her...back to our place... like I said... I knew the Helsing's very well," Oscar offered, still playing like he was upset. Swan looked to me.

"Is this okay with you, Reeth?" Chief asked. I looked up at him, regrettably breaking my glance with Ichabod. Chief Swan had concern wipe over his face.

"Reeth... what happened to your eyes?" he asked starting to signal a medic over. I stopped him.

"Whaddya mean?" I asked, secretly panicking, hoping they were not deep red.

"Well... you're right eye is ... gold...and the other is greenish. That normal?" he asked worried. The word "gold" had confused me. But then I realized my change in diet. I thought back to when I hunted the deer. My vicious wolf like instincts...

"Oh, yeah it is normal... I have weird... genetics. You see, my father-" I cut short and began to feel my eyes water. Chief Swan knelt down near me and patted my shoulder, almost regretting he asked me.

"I'm sorry hon. You okay to leave with uh..." Swan looked up to the two beautiful boys.

"Oscar."

"Ichabod," the boys introduced themselves again. Swan stood back up again, almost like he was trying to intimidate them.

"Those are some... outlandish names," he said suspiciously.

"I was named after a grandfather. I never got the chance to meet him," Oscar said, grimacing. Ichabod didn't even bother to answer. Chief swan nodded and turned his attention back to me.

"Well, you are free to go Reeth. We'll take care of the... arrangements after an autopsy." Swan said, trying to keep from referring to my parents' death. I nodded and shrugged out of the blanket. Oscar held his hand out to me. I grabbed it and he lifted me up. I looked at both of them, wondering why and how in the world they came here at this specific time. It was almost like they knew. The both of my escorts began to walk behind me as I trailed out of the house.

"Oh... Reeth?" Chief Swan called after me. I turned around to face him, Ichabod and Oscar stopping when I did. I felt like a leader.

"Yes?"

"What happened when you went missing?" Swan asked curiously. I gulped as I realized I was not prepared to explain that.

"Oh... well... I didn't go missing... I sort of got stir crazy and I needed to... leave," I explained. Felt a slight pang of pride because I so quickly thought on my toes. Swan nodded; he understood everything. I turned around and walked out the front door, my posse following behind me.