AN/-I really don't like how this story is going, I dunno if I'm gonna keep it going or not. Let me know if I should. I OWN NOTHING! R&R please!

On instinct I flipped around onto my back and leapt back up to my feet. The scene I was met with was such a shock that I faltered and one of the giant wolves bit into my shoulder. I hissed and pushed the animal back with all of my strength and he tumbled into his companions front knocking them both down. This gave me time to compose myself and think rationally.

Yes, it was night but the full moon wouldn't be out for another twenty two nights. As I looked at them I could tell they weren't werewolves even without this knowledge of the moons cycle. They were giant overgrown dogs were all and as I felt for their essence I could tell they weren't all animalistic in their thinking in this form so shape-shifter is the term I would use.

Just as they were getting back to their feet I jerked at the jointed essence they appeared to have and separated their animal and human parts. My eyes widened and I was full out laughing as their animals receded into their bodies and left there were two VERY naked Native men. Oh they were gorgeous but their looks of shock and helplessness is what had me laughing.

"Why would you attack an innocent lady? For shame." I reprimanded them like a mother would and batted my eyes innocently. I kept a hold of their essence, now two separate entities, preventing them from changing back to wolf. They stood closely together and stared at me in anger.

"You're a red eyed leech, not an innocent 'lady'"? The younger looking one seethed but I could see the fear behind the bad ass facade he was trying to portray. I walked closer and they backed away. The idea in my head seemed to click and a wide smile spread over my lips. What a better way to play with the Cullen's minds even more than to make them believe their natural enemy befriended a human drinker?

I pulled more on their essences and completely stripped away their anger and hatred. I couldn't strip away their power to shape-shift because it was deeply rooted into their very selves but I took away what I sensed to be their trigger to changing from this form to the next.

I smiled sweetly at the older looking male and licked my lips seductively. "Take me home with you please? I need a place for a bit." He still looked fearful but without his hatred and anger he trusted more, almost blindly and he couldn't trigger his ability to shift.

"I will take you with me but only if you promise not to hunt on the reservation." The younger one turned his head to the other and looked at him like he was crazy but he only shook his head. Of course I was going to hunt on the reservation and I was going to slowly learn about these shifters. Soon this little town would be wiped clean and then I would make my big move on the Cullen's.

Sam's house, as I had learned his name to be, was nestled close to the woods and was a tiny two story cabin. To my surprise he had a mate but she was asleep and I would be meeting her in the morning. I took off to the shower after he handed me some clothes. I was so thirsty so after my shower I took off out of the house after I heard his snores.

I could smell that these dogs had been everywhere on this land-not that that was a surprise- so it was rather difficult to sniff out my dinner. I was strict in my plan though so I stuck to the reservation and finally found my meal.

As the sun came up Sam and I sat at the kitchen table as Emily scurried around making his breakfast. She was a beautiful Native girl but the three scars on her face horrified me and when Sam explained how she received them I almost lost my cool and slaughtered him right in front of her. This girl would be better off without him and I couldn't wait to carry out my next plan.

Later that afternoon they learned of the death on the reservation Sam was clearly frustrated. He wanted to be angry that much was clear because he knew I was the cause but the sweet thing was is that he couldn't do a thing about it. Apparently my dinner last night was the reservation's chief of police by the name of Charles Swan.

Sam and his mate along with his only other pack mate had no other choice but to keep my existence on the reservation a secret, not that they willingly wanted to.

Over the next seven days seven more deaths occurred, none drained of blood. I chose to feed once a week while I interacted with humans but that didn't stop me from having my fun.

One day out of those seven I scouted around the Cullen house, wearing a shirt of Sam's to mask my own scent. They were worried they would be accused of being on the reservation and in an uproar because they couldn't figure out what had happened to me.

Sam never once left me alone with Emily but she wasn't who I wanted to kill if anything I wanted to change her and take her away from him permanently. I felt justified in every person or vampire I manipulated because every one of them had some form of control over someone else's will. As I watched Sam around Emily their relationship seemed forceful on her part and natural on his. This made me angry and my kills became more messy and morbid.

On my tenth night on the reservation I did not travel too far from Sam's and came to a small one story house that was painted red. In front instead of steps there was ramp and inside I heard the heartbeats of two. One was sound asleep and the other's heart beat picked up like they were in fright but I could not smell fear. I didn't bargain for two kills in one night, I liked to keep it to one a night so creeping past the sleeping human I made my way to the other room when the horrid stench reached my nose and the breaking of bones and the ripping sound of clothes could be heard.