This was hard to explain the look in his eyes was a slight terror; I could tell Emily was listening in but Jared and Sam did not take notice. His confidence was over shown, the calm façade took over.

"It's also not safe for me to be here, since the Cullen's weren't allowed to tell me their secret, and they the Volturi might find out, though Carsile didn't approve of their ways, so I truly don't know, I only know what they look like the Cullen's never told me much of them, in fact they didn't even tell me about you ." Besides the Cullen's weren't the only family with a secret. I looked away from them both, they became my family in such a short time all three of them Emily, Sam, and yes, Jared. Jared eyes flashed to mine a strong emotion were there, I knew he looked at me as his sister as did Sam. Emily considered me her best friend; she was able to get everything out and not worry to spill the secrets. This family I must soon let go, I could feel my own blood lust rise. I hope the Mayberry's can help me, these days I could feel myself drain. The loss of power caused me to bleed out my own blood with each change. You could tell this was not human blood it was so much darker. I sighed in annoyance, I was shacking slightly the Cullen's were the fuel to my anger. I felt the bitter smile return to my face, one not only Sam has seen from me, but from his ex-fiancé Leah. I could feel her own anger, when we visited the clear water home for official pack business. I looked at the symbol on my arm; she would glare from the stairs especially at Sam; which we would have to do again today, for the pack bonfire.

"Bella, though you were a leech lover your always welcome here, Emily can't dare to part with you, nor can Jared, you also grew on me too, just come back soon, and find any information you can."

"Will do boss."

He growled at me, he always hated being treated above the rest. I simply winked at him, I could hear Emily's giggling in the kitchen. I turned away and watched Jared gorge three muffins down his throat, Emily slid between me and Sam. Her cinnamon scent driving Sam crazy. I looked at the clock and had patrol. Sam did the same and nodded at me, I could hear daemon growl in agreement. I felt him clawing his way through my back, after all I was his host. I pulled my converse off with ease running toward the tree line Jared's scent hung in the air it was slightly fresh an hour old, from where we came earlier. I smelt the scent of oncoming rain, it was going to storm and bad. My patrol had to be this hour? I dove it wriggling behind my favorite changing tree. I started slipping off the clothes so my metal armor doesn't get in the way.

"Change" I heard daemon whisper. As if he was in the wind itself, I knew he was evil, though I belonged in the darkness; i was apparently good with weird. I accepted the evil things around me and never thought them evil. The darkness wasn't evil just misunderstood, or to me it was.

"The Mayberry family's granddaughter Katrina is of light…" daemon whispered to me

I didn't care, if there was too much light in the world everyone would see themselves fit any anything under would be undesirable, un-wanted, killed. If there was too much dark the world would fall to destruction. I was a mile out; I dug my hand in the tree making it crack under my fingertips. The metal slithered from my skin, it thundering pain hurt me, as if I was breaking every one of my bones. I cried out in pain, I could feel the blood pour out of my skin. I needed something, something bad.

"Energy'', Daemon whispered

"Not that shit again" I growled.

He smirked in my head, his steel eyes Turing red. I stood straight up as the pain eased; the rain was washing the now dry blood of my bare skin. I looked at my gauntlet, the silver shining it was dangerous looking even for the wolves. I could claw through their hides in one swipe. The red ruby, showed something powerful underneath, as did my sapphire on my palm. I took my hair and quickly tied it in a large bun. I took the west side of lapush looking over the beach area. I heard humans babbling happily as the water rush against the sand. Childlike squeals brought old memories of my child hood, came flooding back to me. I need to hit up north near the mountains.

"HELPP…" A child screeched. I cut through the woods, near the commotion could be another prank, or some sick joke one of the teens are playing. Plus the Forks girls have been famously known to be scared by any little dead thing. I turned my steel eyes, to a screaming child, being carried out. The mother not even paying attention to her own child, talking stupidly on a cell phone. "Help… "The girl cried loud enough to reach the mothers ears. I shifted in my regular form, slipping on my cut offs and sports bra. I ran out of the woods rushing past the mother whom was crying drawing a crowd in. She was too deep in the water her inflatable chair sailing out. I ran onto the cliff the tress blocked the human eyes were on the crying child. I felt the wind hit my face, she was starting to go under the currents were too strong for her. The bun fell out; my dark black hair fell loose. I felt the water hit my face, my adrenaline rush was getting stronger, I held my breath there was so much seaweed it was hard to detect the small child. Her dark hair caught my eyes, her tiny figure falling to the sea floor, the water was freezing to my skin though everything I touched these days were cool. I could hear her light heart beat fading. I swam at a inhuman pace, grabbing her, maybe a little too hard. She would probably bruise after this. My own body started screaming for breath. I kicked hard through the currents, they couldn't pull me under. I caught the surface her small heart was giving out. Daemon just rolled his eyes in the back of his head this child wasn't important to him. He much rather leave her to die. The mother was waiting on the shore sobbing; I could see the tears flowing down her cheeks. I held the small child bridal style, her heart was giving out and fast. I learned cpr from Sam, it was one of those must know how's. I eased the small body to the ground pumping her heart beat, trying to give breath. I repeated this this six times. Finally her small heart was pumping again. The mother hung over me asking me questions, coming off in chocking sobs. I wouldn't answer, though, she didn't deserve the answers to. I was about to tell her to shut up, but the young girl's eyes opened. Her lungs taking in the air, coughing, up the unwanted amount of seawater. I sighed in relief I felt an audience stare on my back their eyes burning down on my back .Her brown eyes taking in her surrounding you could tell she was native, she was either Makah or Quileute.