"…The sweet fragrance was all I could think about as well as the white-hot fire in my throat the fragrance promising to quench it.

Laurent was the only thing in my way; already collateral damage in my eyes."


-Now Continue-


Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn or any of the characters or names or anything affiliated with them. Stephenie Meyer owns it all. I also do not own the song 'One Of A Kind' by Breaking Point.

Chapter Four

One Of A Kind

A growl rumbled in the back of my throat, my body shifting forward into a crouch.

Self-preservation overpowered my ravenous hunger, forcing me to stay where I was.

I wanted the fiery thirst to be doused, but not at the expense of my life; he's much more experienced than I am.

My hands shaped into claws, my throat scorching from every breath, the fragrance taunting me. But I knew my priorities, and self-preservation was at the top.

I saw Laurent start to move, slowly, to the right. Probably trying to get out of my way.

I watched his every movement, when I noticed one step took him closer to me. A growl ripped from my chest louder than before.

His eyes widened as his body shifted forward in defense. I coiled and my muscles tightened, ready to spring when it came to it.

In that moment, I could see a reflection of myself in his eyes: I was a menacing pasty white, and my features, twisted in rage and thirst that I couldn't tell if I was beautiful, framed by long dark brown hair that fell past my shoulders. My sharp white teeth bared and my vibrant crimson eyes glaring daggers.

I looked frightening, and most of all, I was out of control.

These strong captivating emotions scared me. How could something so simple as thirst make me so frightening and dangerous? Wild?

These feelings didn't feel right; they seemed wildly out of proportion but a part of me, instinct.

Laurent had done nothing but be kind towards me. How could I act like this towards him? How could I nearly attack him for thirst?

I didn't know what to do but I continued to watch myself in his eyes, my face wavering between snarling and sadness, the confusion also apparent.

Indecision blocked my primal instincts, locking my body into place while I wavered between the controlling urges to attack or run; I became immovable as stone.

I continued to watch when my face suddenly crumpled in pain and chagrin.

I stopped my breathing and I noticed that it was easier to think when I wasn't inhaling in that lovely scent.

"I'm sorry," I gasped out, before sprinting in the opposite direction of the scent.

I breezed past everything, farther into the woods, my mind in a daze. I wanted so badly to turn back, to find the source of that delightful scent and… and?

I didn't know what would happen if I did. I had a feeling I would attack it, and feed from it. I thought maybe I would drink from it, drink whatever it had.

My throat burst into flames from the thought of drinking something. The 'venom' making my mouth that much parched. I swallowed convulsively, careful not to breathe yet.

I soon began to run in different directions, not just straight, but to my left, and my right, my feet just a silent whisper against the grass. I finally slowed and stopped in front of a river.

Its beauty was compelling, but I could not see it.

I was overwhelmed with confusing questions, questions about my complicated existence. Nothing seemed to make sense.

I took a slow cautious breath, relieved that all I could smell was the water in front of me and a bit disgruntled; the fragrance was so delicious and sweet.

I took big greedy breaths, partly hoping to catch that scent again, that lovely scent.

The other fragrances were just as strong as before, but dulled by the memory of that sweet delicious fragrance.

My throat flamed again, a white-hot fire that burned viciously.

My hand flew up to my throat as I fell to my knees on the ground under the unbearable fire.

My muscles tightened, ready to spring in the direction of the scent, the place where I ran from.

I tried to stay in place, to think about something else, but it was unbelievably difficult. The scent plagued my thoughts, the smell of it branded in my memory.

My arms and legs began to tremble, torn between shooting off to the scent, and staying put where I kneeled on the ground.

I moaned under the fiery pain, the thirst.

I was being tortured, haunted by the sweet fragrance. I could remember it so vividly, the way it tasted on the back of my tongue, where it burned the hottest, the most painful.

I flinched at the pain, digging my fingernails in the ground.

I heard it then, the faint whisper of footsteps coming towards me, breaking me from my torment for the moment.

I knew it was Laurent. The sight of his silhouette was gratifying.

He stopped when he was in sight, still a good distance away from me.

"How did you do that?" he asked at once, appalled again, his eyes wide with awe.

I glared at him. How could he just stand there and watch me squirm under this pain?

"Do what?" I asked scathingly, before flinching from the burst of pain when I opened my mouth; the taste of the fragrance still on the back of my tongue.

"Run away like that, I've never seen any newborn run from a human scent." He answered, not aware of my sharp tone. Or perhaps ignored it.

I didn't know how to explain the reason why I ran. It seemed right at the time, but with this pain, it was entirely unreasonable.

"These feelings, they scare me," I gasped out, flinching again, "I don't understand why I feel like this, why I'm… so thirsty." My body shuddered again, the fire scorching.

Laurent's eyebrows creased.

"It's what we are Bella. Thirst will always be a part of this life."

I dug my fingers in deeper, partly noticing how loamy and soft it was, how easy it was to shift the earth beneath me. I also noticed that his voice was slightly accented; a French accent, my mind concluded.

"Then what life is this? What am I?" I clenched my teeth tight, the fire excruciating; I didn't know how much longer I could stand it.

It took everything I had to stare into his eyes, his burgundy eyes, and not croon in agony.

I could see myself again. It was painful to see myself this way.

My vibrant red eyes were wild and half-crazed in thirst; my teeth bared but clenched tight, my face much paler than before, and my chest rising and falling in quick gasps. You could see how much I was suffering.

"You are a Vampire Bella. A newborn."

Vampire. I didn't know why I couldn't believe this. It seemed like a myth, something a person couldn't believe.

But I could sort of… remember something. Vampires.

It… fit. I didn't understand why I felt like this, why I couldn't believe it, but that I know that I am a vampire, like it explained everything.

I could feel something. A memory that wouldn't reveal itself, but I could feel it there, the emotions; the overwhelming emotions that suddenly bombarded me.

I was unprepared for the sudden burst of emotion.

I gasped aloud, suddenly unable to breathe.

My eyes felt odd; they felt dry, when they shouldn't be. The expectation again was wrong; I felt there should be moisture building, but there was none.

I could feel the overwhelming emotion again; it was sadness, depression, but a passion along with it. It was unbearably strong, so much that it put a strain on my mind.

I didn't like the feeling. It was too strong, even stronger than the captivating vampire instincts. The powerful emotions had me gasping for air that I didn't need.

I saw Laurent shift his body to the right, deliberating while his gaze shifted between the trees and me.

"Wait here," he ordered, my eyes widened in shock, "I will return shortly." He assured me, before sprinting into the trees, leaving me to deal with these confusing emotions alone.

I locked my muscles in place, possibly becoming as still as a sculpture.

The emotions were still there, especially the fierce devotion, but I tried to ignore them.

The emotions made me feel empty and lost, lonely. Yet somehow I felt hopeful and euphoric.

I tried to push aside the block again, so I could understand why these emotions were contradicting each other; why I felt happy, but depressed.

Nothing.

I could only remember the feelings... the intense feelings.

I took slow deep breaths, wondering why my eyes had felt so dry. I also wondered why the moisture didn't build, like they should have brimmed over and my cheeks warm to perhaps a bright red. I felt nothing of the sort.

I was immediately angered that my expectations were once again, wrong. But that was the least of my worries.

I heard the silent movements coming toward me again, sooner than I thought; it had only been a few seconds.

I saw Laurent run towards me, something sloshing in his right hand as he came closer. The sound of it was somehow… appealing, almost breaking my concentration.

He slowed as he neared me, stopping thirty feet in front of me again. Caution much more apparent on his features.

He was holding a metal canister in his right hand, and he gently, slowly, gracefully, placed it on the ground in front of him.

Laurent removed the lid and then retreated several feet from it, soon stopping at a safe distance, still able to watch me.

My gaze flickered between Laurent and the metal canister, both confusing me.

A light breeze blew toward me again, and I inhaled it slowly without thinking.

I felt my body jerk forward to the canister with impeccable speed and strength; I could smell the same sweet scent coming from it.

I didn't care about Laurent or how part of me still watched him while I jammed the canister to my lips, letting the warm liquid fall onto my tongue.

It wasn't as warm as I wanted it to be, but the unbearably sweet taste made up for it.

No words could describe how wonderful it tasted as I drank greedily, savoring the taste; it was so delicious, so exponentially gratifying with every drop that I never wanted it to end.

The liquid soon slowed, making me growl in utter disappointment. I could feel the burn again, but it was not as severe, it was subtle, muted.

But I felt refreshed, still thirsty, but more… controlled. The only thing bothering me was that I wanted more.

Then I felt a sudden piercing, nearly overpowering urge to search for more, but I fought against it, and ignored it the only way I could.

I sat on the ground, gazing at the metal hand-shaped molds I left in the canister, and the missing half crescent moon on the rim where my lips had touched. I soon realized I had bitten it in my ravenous haste – the piece of bitten metal beside my knee.

I marveled at the half crescent moon, and picked it up between my fingers. I was amazed that my teeth were sharp enough to bite through metal, and not even notice it.

I sat there, examining the piece of metal, while Laurent watched me.

I placed the metal between my thumb and index finger, wondering what would happen if I pinched it. I watched as I pressed the metal between my fingers, feeling it break into particles of silver sand, and drift in the wind until none of it was left in my fingers.

I watched the dust glide away, my mind in a daze.

I didn't know what to think. I was a vampire, or… a newborn as Laurent had said.

A newborn? I wondered why he had called me that and I wanted to ask why, but a bigger question came to mind, and I decided to hold that thought for another time.

"How," I began, still gazing at my fingers, "How did I become… a Vampire?" It was hard saying the word, and I shifted my gaze to his. His expression was calm, poised.

"Victoria – another vampire – bit you. The venom that we have in our bodies passed to you through her bites, thus making you what you are." His eyes swiftly shifted away from my gaze to the grass. I felt my eyes widen.

So a Vampire had bitten me. I was bitten. The only thing I seemed to remember during my change, besides the pain. It all seemed to fall into place.

And the venom. I had been right about that as well and I could taste it too. The venom in my mouth made my throat ache in the arid feeling, but I could control myself. I didn't feel the need again, at least, not as strong as before.

"What happened to Victoria?" I had a strange feeling rush through me when I said her name. I felt like it should have tingled down my spine and made my body tremble, but nothing happened.

Laurent's eyebrows creased, "She was killed by a pack of werewolves during your change." My eyes widened in shock.

Werewolves. I didn't understand why I couldn't believe this either. It seemed beyond fiction. But I ignored the feeling of disbelief; it had to be true.

Why would he lie?

I had a distinct, but brief, vague memory of Vampires and Werewolves being enemies. I kind of felt silly for having these thoughts, but I believed them.

But it seemed strange that I was still alive, when Victoria wasn't. Surely the Werewolves knew what I was changing into. Why did they spare me when they destroyed her?

"If the… werewolves killed her, then why not me?" The thought of werewolves choosing to kill my creator and leaving me alive didn't seem right; a crazed pack of werewolves didn't seem like they would give in to mercy.

Laurent turned his gaze back to mine, awe still clear in his eyes. Possibly still bewildered that I was not able to remember.

"They were planning to," he admitted, "But another rebelled against them. He claimed he loved you and would do anything to keep you alive." Laurent wrinkled his nose, obvious confusion and disgust in his expression.

My eyes widened. A werewolf loved his enemy?

"And what happened?" I was amazed that my natural born enemy had loved me enough to put his own life at risk. I wondered if I had felt the same way, or if I knew him at all.

"The leader, the alpha male, tried to reason with him, and if I heard correctly, the alpha male had even tried to order him away. But the werewolf wouldn't budge, and he challenged the leader, to save you." I briefly wondered for a minute, if it was him that was beside me while I burned. I considered it for a moment: the smell, the instinct to kill, a natural warning of an enemy nearby.

It seemed like the only explanation.

It had to be him.

"And you saw the whole thing?" I wondered if it looked as horrible as it sounded. Werewolves fighting for leadership, to keep someone they loved alive.

I could imagine the snapping and crunching of bones, as they tore each other to shreds. The picture of blood tickled my throat, but I was immediately reminded of the strong musky scent that went along with it and I shuddered in disgust.

Laurent's face briefly whitened in fear, his eyes widening at the mere thought of it, "I heard everything from a reasonable distance." His voice quavered a little, the fear evident in his tone; "I was careful not to be in the way of the breeze so they couldn't catch my scent as I listened," he paused briefly before continuing, slight horror in his eyes, "They broke Victoria apart and burned her with such ease. I'd never seen anything like them before, and I was sure they were going to destroy you." It was silent while we gazed at each other.

I felt unease. It was unsettling to hear that a werewolf could destroy one of us so easily and that I was very nearly close to being next. I understood Laurent's fear; if one could destroy us, then what could a whole pack be capable of?

And the thought alone of being broken apart and burned was unnerving. If it weren't for the werewolf, I wouldn't be here.

"And he defeated the leader?" I guessed, trying to ignore the frightening thoughts of burning and death.

Laurent looked uncertain, "I assumed he did since you are still alive, but I'm not positive on what exactly happened," he paused for a moment, deliberating, "When he changed back into his human form, he ran with you in his arms – I followed after of course. I was curious about what he planned to do with you.

"I followed him all the way from Washington. I wasn't quite sure if he planned to kill you himself, or if he really did want you alive, but today when he ran from you, I was surprised he had indeed kept you in one piece."

I was stunned to silence.

A werewolf loved me, enough to rebel against his own kind, saving me from death, and I could remember nothing about him, or my human life. Nothing whatsoever.

I wanted badly to have some memory, no matter how short of a memory it is, any memory… a glimpse would be fine. As long as it told some part of my life that I could no longer recall. Just something to hold on to, to cherish.

I scrunched my eyes shut, cleared my mind of any thoughts, and ignored the muted burn in my throat. I once again pushed against the invisible block in my head. It was strong and it pushed back with as much force as I did.

I shoved, kicked, and punched mentally against the block, but it wouldn't budge and I soon gave up.

I opened my eyes again and I saw three figures in front of me, but my vision was clouded, murky. I narrowed through the black fog, when I saw them.

It was Laurent; he looked exactly the same as he did now, but somehow, younger in the sense.

A red headed woman and a light brown haired man flanked him on his sides. They were pale, and their eyes a deep burgundy.

It was like I was watching a film, but through my own eyes, human eyes, I guessed. It probably would have seemed more like a movie if not for the dim nearly pitch black murkiness in my vision, as well as the enormous amount of emotions that seemed to burst inside of me.

I felt the fear and shock captivate my senses, but I made sure to focus on the memory.

"What's this?" Laurent said, his voice chimed in surprise.

My view of the dim vision shifted around me, to seven other vampires in front of me. I noticed one in particular was standing close enough to touch.

A boy I could see with bronze hair but was angled in a way that I could not see his face. His stance was protective, and possessive.

"She's with us." Spoke a voice full of authority. Once again, I could hear the possessive tone in it.

My eyes switched to the male Vampire who had spoken. He was young with blonde hair. He was pale and beautiful, with bright… golden eyes?

My vision dimmed even more, nearly black (if that was possible) and before I could see any more, I was shoved back into the present.

I could feel my body trembling and my chest moving back and forth with unnecessary need. I realized that I was gasping for air.

Laurent stared at me with wide, frightened eyes. His body was leaning away from me, but that didn't stop me from looking at him in astonishment.

I remembered something. I remembered him, Laurent.

I had known him from my past.

"I remember you." I whispered through unmoving lips. Laurent's eyes widened but he didn't say anything.

"There was… a male with light brown hair," I narrowed my eyes, trying to remember what else I had seen, "and a woman… her hair was bright red. Like fire." I sifted through the dim, clouded memory with intense focus. I didn't want to forget anything I had seen.

"James and Victoria," He muttered, his voice distant.

Victoria.

I went back into the memory and examined the woman with bright red hair. She was slim and bent forward into a crouch. Her features were… feline and alert. Wild, I noted.

I scrutinized her until the image of her face was branded into my memory. My creator, Victoria.

"In the field, with the Cullen's." Laurent continued, his eyes and voice still distant. Perhaps remembering what I had just seen.

I was slightly surprised that he knew what I was talking about. I hadn't told him about the field or the other vampires that were near me. I wanted to ask him if he really did remember me, but my question was stopped short.

There was a sudden jolt of electricity that shot through my body at the name. I gasped, but Laurent didn't notice.

The Cullen's… It didn't sound familiar, but the jolt shot through me again from my head to my toes, making my hands twitch.

The name seemed to awaken something inside me, but I didn't know what. My body knew the name, and reacted with a sudden… happiness and passion. Something I soon recognized as hope.

Laurent's eyes focused on me. His expression was calm, but… fearful somehow. It wasn't a kind of fear that I would attack, but a fear that I knew too much, or just the right amount, but I paid no attention.

"The Cullen's." I mused.

I sifted through the memory again to the seven vampires standing in front of me. It was hard trying to see through the dim memory, but I tried to look past that, to the pale, golden-eyed Vampires.

I could see the male Vampire who spoke, and the dark-haired female beside him. The rest were black figures, too dark for me to see their faces clearly.

And then there was the boy with the reddish brown hair in front of me. He was crouched like Victoria, his teeth bared from what I could see. He was growling at James, and James vice versa.

That was all I could see of it before it went black again, too dark for me to see anything more.

"You know these Vampires?" I asked immediately, my gaze focusing on his face.

His expression immediately relaxed as well as his stance. Relief I could see, or something close to that. I wondered why briefly, but I dismissed the thought.

"You knew them once too." He informed me.

I felt my sharp teeth on my bottom lip again. Frustration, I could see, was what caused me to do this impulsively. And I was frustrated.

I finally have a memory that I can cling to, and not only does it confuse me, but it also raises even more questions than I had before.

I was lost. Even with the knowledge that I have now, I felt like I knew nothing.

Who am I, really?

"I don't… remember." I admitted reluctantly, answering my mental question. It was hard admitting it, knowing that it's true.

Laurent, assuming that I was speaking to him, said "And that's alright Bella, it's just another part of who we are." He assured me. I looked up at him in shock, slightly comforted by his words.

"So, this is… normal?" I asked uncertainly.

Laurent's expression wavered, "Sometimes," he allowed, "Some of our kind do forget their human life, like you. However, most of us forget over time."

"Do you remember?" I questioned, more like demanded. I narrowed my eyes at the word 'most'. 'most' as in, the normal ones.

I knew that I shouldn't be angry, at least with him, but I couldn't help it; the anger seemed to just be bubbling up inside me.

I noticed Laurent shift his weight again, away from me, "Only a few," he admitted cautiously, taking a step away from me.

I took me a second to notice I was standing, very slightly leaning into a crouch.

I could feel my face starting to twist into rage, but I collected myself before it went too far. I took a deep breath, telling myself I wasn't being fair.

I recognized that it was jealousy that bothered me.

He at least knows who he is, when I probably never will. But it wasn't his fault that I couldn't remember… only my own.

I turned away from him, ashamed, biting my lip.

Chagrin and shame, I could feel are the worst of all the emotions combined. Anger also slid into that category as well.

"Bella," I didn't look up, I couldn't.

He didn't say anything, although it sounded like he did have something to say at first, but telling from his silence, he decided against it.

"I know its hard," he began again, "but, to tell you the truth, I'm surprised you can even worry about your human life at all." My eyes widened at first, then narrowed.

"What? Is it not important? Am I just supposed to ignore everything and drink my thirst away?" I felt my anger again, and I saw Laurent lean away from me, that slightly uneasy expression on his face.

"Why do you do that?" I nearly screeched, a growl following after my words. I took a step towards him, my hands turning into fists. The caution in his eyes turned panicked, and his stance grew rigid and still.

He didn't answer, his face getting paler.

I waited, watching him subtly shift himself into a defensive position. My gaze zeroed in on each slow, cautious movement he made with his body, before he became still as a stone.

While part of me watched with impatient fury, another part of my mind tried to answer my question for me. I examined him thoroughly as I took in his stance and the… anxiety in his eyes.

My anger evaporated instantly.

It was so completely obvious it hurt; I was dangerous.

I now understood why he feared me, why he leaned away from me at times as if to take flight at any moment. The caution in his eyes when he watched me, the way my anger made it much more apparent. He was afraid.

Especially when that lovely scent was in the air; he was frightened, clear terror in his eyes. He had thought I was going to attack him to find the scent, but I was able to overcome my vampiric instincts. I gained control of myself before I did any damage, and I ran.

But it didn't make sense.

I understood that he was afraid, but why?

His muscular build, his sharp keen eyes and the proud, confident way he holds himself. He seemed so sure, strong. It didn't seem likely that this Vampire could be afraid of a little girl like me. In fact, it didn't seem right.

"Why are you afraid of me?" I asked in a soft voice, my hands unclenching themselves.

He seemed confused at first and astonished. He quickly regained his composure but still kept a close watch on me. I noticed his muscles were still strained, his face still pale white. I could see my erratic tantrums had put him on edge.

I bit my lip.

He hesitated, "I'm afraid Bella, because… you shouldn't be able to be so rational." For once, I froze with surprise – that was not the kind of answer I expected.

He paused for a moment to let that sink in, and continued, "You shouldn't be able to worry about your human life – you shouldn't be able to worry about anything at all. The only thing you should be able to even think about is your thirst!" He exclaimed in amazement. He seemed like he couldn't believe the words himself.

"I've never seen anything like you before Bella, and to think," – he added, clearly still amazed – "you've only been a vampire for nearly an hour!"

The excitement in his eyes scared me, my body tensing automatically. I didn't expect this type of reaction from him.

He took a few seconds to collect himself, and said calmly, "You are obviously gifted Bella," and then he added softly, his eyes suddenly distant, "Just like a Cullen." His eyes shifted to the grass again deliberating.

I wasn't sure if he meant that last part to be heard, but I heard it nonetheless, and it only confused me, so I ignored it. Despite that, it sent a jolt through my body again.

"What do you mean 'gifted'?"

He looked startled when I asked, but recovered quickly.

"Well you obviously received some type of gift from your change. A power, I suppose, is another way to explain it."

"A… power?" He paused for a moment, then his lips tightened and a soft chuckle emitted from behind his lips, the edges of his sharp white teeth showing. My head tilted to the side a little. I'd never actually seen him smile before; he was beautiful.

He was still smiling when he began to explain, "Every human has a certain characteristic that they bring into their next life," he told me, "During the change, that specific quality is intensified so that when they wake up, that sole characteristic is still with them – no matter what shape or form it is – it is the same quality they had when they were human."

Laurent smiled satisfactorily while I tried to take it all in. All this information was all so new and bizarre; I wondered when my head would explode.

"That is only one of many philosophies about gifted Vampires," He informed me, "but that, to me, is the only one that makes the most sense."

I started.

"So," I began, "you really think I'm 'gifted'?" I asked uncertainly.

Even though I knew it was somewhat true, I still had my doubts. I didn't feel any kind of power lurking inside my head or my body. I felt completely normal besides the light burn in my throat. What characteristic could I have possibly brought with me?

Laurent wasn't so tentative, "Of course you are, believe me," he smiled again, "if you were any other newborn I'd have probably already be bitten, especially with that human nearby," He didn't seem to be able to stop smiling now, "I'd probably have an arm broken off."

"How would that even be possible?" I asked, disbelief covering my tone.

"I mean, you are obviously much more experienced in this life than I am," I continued, "how would I be able to do that to you?" Laurent looked at me like the answer was so obvious it was right in front of my face. I still didn't understand.

"Can you not feel the massive amount of strength in your grasp?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow.

Puzzled, I brought my hand up to my face and flexed. And I did feel it. Like I had before, I felt like I could pulverize anything in my iron grasp. But could I really do that to Laurent?

I glanced at Laurent again noticing how I saw him in a new light. I finally understood that he intimidated me. Everything about him screamed experience and if I ended up attacking him, the most he'd get is a bite, and the least I'd get is death.

My quick brain immediately conjured up different tactics or maneuvers to attack him from, and each time, I saw myself being bitten and worse. I tried thinking of many different ways to attack him, yet I only saw one outcome, me on the ground in pieces. I shuddered from the picture.

I didn't answer, but I could tell Laurent wasn't expecting one.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked, his expression abruptly serious.

I nodded, his sudden solemn behavior making me anxious.

"There's a coven I belong to in Alaska," he began, "they're called the Denali coven, a rare 'family' of animal drinkers." Animal drinkers? Laurent paused, seeing how I would react to this new information. I could tell from his expression that my face held nothing but confusion.

"Tanya is the coven leader," he continued, "She and her sisters, Kate and Irina, have been here for centuries – I'm quite positive she can answer your questions better than I can." He suggested, pausing again.

"And?" I pressed. I wondered if he noticed that he never quite asked me anything yet.

I bit my lip while he hesitated, "Well, I've been gone for quite some time now and they are probably worried," he paused, "I just wanted to ask, if you would like to return with me?" He paused, waiting for me to answer I presumed.

I was surprised, but confused. I didn't know why it was such a hard question to ask, but he looked unsure, as if he were asking himself if this is the right thing to do.

I couldn't understand why that should be so hard to figure out.

He is the only Vampire I know. If anybody could guide me in the right direction, I was positive he could. Especially that I know nothing of this life, and he possibly has centuries of experience. Perhaps even a millennia.

So why would it be so hard to ask? Of course I would say yes. I would be an idiot to decline.

Sure, I may not have years of experience, but stupidity is far from my qualities.

"However," Laurent started abruptly, "If you wish to travel on your own, that's fine as well." He allowed, somehow looking embarrassed.

I was confused for a second, but then I remembered that I hadn't answered yet.

"Oh. No, no. Of course I will go with you." I responded hastily. Laurent immediately relaxed, looking as if he could laugh.

"I'm sorry." He smiled a little, while my eyebrows creased.

His smile widened when he noticed my confusion.

"I know that it all must be very overwhelming," he explained, "I know. I remember." He chuckled once.

I couldn't help but stare in awe; his face was so beautiful when he let it. It seemed to illuminate, the shining sun adding to the beauty, his skin sparkling under the sunlight.

"There's just, so much." I agreed. And ever so slightly, I let my guard down (as far as my instincts would let me) and let my lips spread in a small smile.

Laurent looked up in the sky at the sun for a brief moment before saying, "Well, if we leave now and commandeer a vehicle, we could arrive in Denali in just a few days – although, it's been years since I've driven one," he fretted slightly, "No matter, I'm sure we will arrive in four days." He assured me, looking at me this time.

My eyebrows scrunched.

"Where are we, exactly?" I took a moment and glanced around at my surroundings: thick dark green bushes, lush green grass, tall flowing trees and the sunlight that seemed to magnify the colors. None of this felt familiar to me, or looked familiar.

But as I continued to gaze at the lush field and the slightly swaying trees, I found that I loved it; it was just so beautiful and dazzling.

Laurent just smiled, "Montana. Helena, Montana."

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AN: wow! It's the New Year! Yay 09!! Hahaha well. Ahem… uhh… yeah I took forever to update but its worth it. I've been writing like crazy the past few months. I had writers block but I worked through that and I finally got this thing done. :D

I am very happy that I got it in cuz I have been very angry that I didn't update sooner. And don't worry, I've been writing on other chapters to get around my writers block so hopefully I wont take as long… and more preferably, I've been working on the one where Edward comes in.

Yes… I said it. When EDWARD COMES IN. hahaha.

Well, that'll be a few chapters away BUT, I have a lot to tell you before Edward comes in and I've been trying very hard to take it in a stride. BUT it will be very worth it! Trust me. I swear, it's going to be good… Even Alice Herself swears it will be.

Alice: oh yeah… (looks around warily) sure…

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… Anywho…

Here's my thanks for the ones who reviewed!:

Thank you:

ashleyynicolex3 – Oh thanks a lot. I hope this one is good as well. Even though it's mostly talk. but I have a lot to tell all of you before Edward comes in so… I'll try and pack as much information in you before he does… if that's alright. Hahaah Thanks for updating. And for staying with me for this long. :D

edwardandtwilightrock101 – Yes, that is a key part in the story. Or paramount I should say, both I guess. Haha. Thanks a lot and thank you for reviewing.

icefang7 – Oh thanks a lot. I hope I didn't take too long updating… but of course I did. Well… I hope you still love this story.

LadyT02k – Oh wow thanks a lot, I appreciate it. Oh yes, I'm anticipating it as well. hahaha.

Thanks a lot you guys!

And I should say thanks a lot for staying with me for this long, since its taking me forever to update. Like all my stories.

Well, since I do take forever, I will start writing now and tomorrow I'll write all day… (if it's a snow day). But either way I'll write.

Well, bye bye then!

Amanda out–

(Misery666 out–)