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Ah, the answer to the cliffhanger. :)

"Look, that's really nice of you…" I walked past him, brushing up against his shoulder. "But I have something uh, important that I have to take care of." Before Carlisle could say anything I started walking down the stairs.

"You can't go!" Alice stood up from the couch, but I ignored her, walking out the back door.

A hand caught me by the shoulder and turned me around.

"If you try to fly," I could barely hear Carlisle, and that's saying something. "You'll end up ripping out the stitches." I stared into his honey-colored eyes.

"Yeah, well we wouldn't want that." I said it sarcastically, but I followed him back in anyway.

I sat back down and turned my attention to the TV. The raiders were now ahead by seven; it was halftime and the announcers were discussing the standings and the cheerleaders were putting on their routine.

The third quarter had past and the last was about to start when two people walked in. One was a guy; he had dark brown hair and he was really buff. He had his arm around the waist of some girl; she was blonde and taller than Alice (but then again, who wasn't). They were staring into each other eyes… It was so sickening.

Edward stifled another laugh.

"Okay, you are going to have to tell me what the heck is so funny." I was getting really annoyed by this creep. He turned to me and smiled, showing his teeth. I backed off, but I couldn't figure out why. I shook it off and glanced back at the happy couple.

"Who is that?" It was almost a shriek; it came from the blonde one. I hated her already.

"This is Max," Edward said it as "Calm down Rose" Came from the guy standing up.

"And why is she here?" She said through gritted teeth. Seems someone isn't happy to have me here.

"She—"

"Rosalie, be nice!" It was the twenty-something. "By the way, I'm Esme." She gave me a warm smile. I tried my best to return it but I think it came out as a grimace.

"I'm Emmett." The Buff one gave me the biggest grin I had ever seen, it looked like his head was going to split in two. I gave him a nod as he sat down on the other side of Alice and the blonde guy. "Who bet on who?"

"Jasper's got fifty on the Steelers, my moneys' on the Raiders." Edward leaned closer to the screen as the Raiders made another touchdown.

Jasper cussed and walked out, while Edward was shaking with laughter.

Rosalie was still standing next to the door—I think it lead out to the garage—she was fuming. After another minute, she finally gave up and sat on Emmett's lap.

The game finished 32-14 and went to the Raiders. Edward looked smug; I wonder how much he won? Rosalie and Emmett headed upstairs, a look of pure lust in their eyes. I gagged a bit.

"I'll show you your room," Esme gestured for me to come over. She led me up the stairs and into a bedroom just across from the bathroom, down the hall from Carlisle's office. The walls were white (what were you expecting?) but the carpet was a gold color; it matched the comforter on the bed in the corner of the room. "Alice got you something to sleep in," She nodded to the pile of clothes on the bed. "You can change in here or in the bathroom. Good night." Her overly-sweet voice sent chills down my spine. She slipped out the door and left me to think.

I slipped into the tank top and pajama pants that Alice left, though I kept on my bra, you never know when you have to leave in a hurry. I shut off the lights and shimmied under the covers, lying on my stomach.

I thought about the flock, all of them. I thought about how they left me, but I couldn't blame them. Not when, everywhere I went, the erasers followed. Whenever they were off on their own, they were never pursued. I miss Fang, but we decided it was best if we went our separate ways. He was in charge of the flock now; I hope they were doing alright.

The embrace of sleep closed around me as memories of the flock swirled around in my head.

-X-X-X-X-

EPOV

I sat there on the couch, the television down low. I wasn't really watching it, but it gave me something to do. I heard soft footsteps behind me, barely audible but still there. I turned towards Alice as she sat down.

"Something's bugging you." It wasn't a question, she already knew. Well, for the most part.

"It's not a big deal," I said it though it wasn't convincing, her lips turned down at the corners.

"Tell me," our heads turned towards the stairs as we heard rustling, it came from my room. I lowered my voice even more.

"It's not something that needs to be told." She looked at me skeptically, so I continued. "What did you see?"

"What do you—" Realization crossed her face as she remembered what had happened earlier.

"I can't tell you." I frowned at this. "You heard her; she was so paranoid making sure Carlisle wouldn't tell anyone. I doubt she'd be happy if I went and told someone."

"Told someone about what?" I raised my voice, but it was no use, her lips stayed sealed. I stood up and ran up the stairs, making no noise. I stopped in my room, a small distance from the edge of the bed and stared down at her. She had the cover pulled up to the back of her neck, her arms folded under her head.

Why are you so intent on knowing? Alice asked me, not daring to speak; afraid she would wake up Max.

"Because I can't read her…" I mumbled it, but she heard me.

Not at all? Another unspoken question, though of course I heard it anyway.

"She's…guarded. I can read her when she's relaxing, and I can read her now." Her dreams made no sense, pictures were flashing by but they were almost too fast to see. I turned to Alice. "I want to know what happened to her to make her so protective."

"I still can't tell you." She flitted out of the room, frustrating me to no end.

I walked out, closing the door quietly behind me.

After a few hours, I turned off the Television; there was nothing good on and anything worth watching I had already seen. I stood up and faced my piano, I hadn't played in awhile, and it was long over due. I sat down and pulled the notes from my memory, letting my hands fly across the keys.

"What are you doing up so late?" I almost jumped at the voice, it was Max.

"I could ask you the same thing." I stopped playing, looking over at her. She had put on a sweatshirt before she came down. "Are you cold?"

"What? Oh, no, I um…" She paused. "Well, yeah I guess." She looked down and ran a hand through her hair.

"Why don't you go back to sleep?" Most people slept longer than that. I think.

"You're the one with circles under your eyes."

"It's pitch black, how can you tell?"

"How can you play if it's so dark?" It was my turn to look down nervously, she didn't miss a beat. I almost laughed at the smug look on her face. She stood there for another minute waiting for an answer to her question, but I refused to give her one. She sat down next to me on the bench with a sigh.

"What, no sheet music?" She looked over at me and smiled, it would've taken my breath away if I had any. I gave a nervous laugh as she yawned and went back upstairs.

The question of where the flock is at has been answered! I'm sure everyone enjoyed the look into Edward's perspective, it might pop up more often if you like it. :) Please Review! I would love your criticism, please tell me if you love it, hate it or have some serious problems with it.