-Selene-

"Well Phil," I smiled as I ran my hands through the woman's hair. "What is your whore's name?"

"She is not a whore, she is my wife. Her name is Renee," he answered in a shaky voice. That name struck a cord in my mind. I looked at the woman for a long while, not moving. Her eyes were looking at any means to escape and I had to dig my nails into her flesh yet again so that I could think. Renee, where did I here that name? It sounded so familiar. "Her mother's name is Renee. I'm going to set a trap so that the girl will come to me." My eyes turned to slits, my jaw set. My father's words ran through my head.

"Renee?" I asked in a light voice. "Who exactly is your eldest daughter?" She kept her mouth clamped shut. I growled and she whimpered in fear. Phil kept on begging to let her go, but his words meant little to me. I was talking to the whore, not him. "Who is she?" I asked again in a harsher voice. Once again she held her silence. I growled and threw her to the ground. She landed on her wrist and there was a loud snap that even Phil heard. She cried out in pain, but I only snarled. Her lower lip quivered and she crawled over to Phil.

"What do you want from us!" exclaimed Phil. He gathered Renee in his arms and held lightly onto her now limp wrist that was turning an purple color.

"Well..."

-Emmett-

There was nothing much to say when we all sat down in the living room. Rose sat within my arms as I watched Damon with a hawk eye. I didn't like him, I didn't like him at all. He reminded me too much of his sister and that feared me. How could Carlisle have created such an insane daughter? Then his wife finished the job by making an insane equal. I looked over at Edward who was now glaring at Damon along with Alice. Bella and Jasper were trying to calm their partners while my parents smiled softly at Damon.

"So Annabelle did move on I'm guessing," said Carlisle softly. His hand was in Esme's and he smiled at Mom with deep affection.

"Indeed she did," Damon answered vaguely. His eyes were transfixed on their hands that were locked together. He looked up. "She married a Knight, and moved into his castle outside of England. She seemed happy so I was happy along with Selene. She was arranged to marry another Knight by the name of Nathanial."

"I told Annabelle that I wanted Selene to find her own love though," said Carlisle in a strained voice. I could only imagine what was going through his head.

"She didn't," he said sadly. Was that actual emotion in his eyes? "Nathanial was always known to be rough...but that didn't stop Mother from getting Selene married off and then selecting a wife for me." I was angered by this. What did Damon mean by rough? Did something happen to Selene when she was married? "Of course she regretted the decision when Selene turned up missing. Or at least we all though she did."

"She went missing?" asked Edward. I was surprised he'd even say anything.

"Oh yes," confessed Damon. "Wasn't even three months into the marriage. I was eleven at the time, but my memory of those times are as fresh as ever. I think I was the only one who mourned her when she didn't turn up."

"What about Nathanial?" I asked.

Damon smirked. "At first he wouldn't admit it, then he did after eight years."

"Admit what?" asked Carlisle. Edward hissed. I looked over at Damon and held my Rose closely in my arms.

"Well he sold her to someone from the French area. Selene didn't seem to please him as much as he thought so he sold her." Carlisle growled and Esme had to hold him back. "You'll have to ask Selene for the rest of the story."

-Selene-

"To tell you the truth," I said while beginning to walk towards them ever so slowly. "I just want a simple answer right now. One damn answer and I'll spare your children from a painful death." I was in front of them now, and I kneeled so that I could look into Phil's eyes. Renee sank back into Phil more closely. I could hear both of their heartbeats, that frantic beat that could be a devil's tango. "I may even make it to where your children can live forever. You'll never have to worry about them dying." Two heartbeats skipped a beat, and it wasn't the parents. Good, they were listening. I wanted this to be scarred into their brain until their last breath.

"Fuck you," spat Phil. My hand struck the side of his face and he went flying into the tree near the tent. Three screams erupted from the mouths of the family.

I clicked my tongue on the top of my mouth. "Look what you made me do," I sighed. "You made me loose my temper. And I was doing so well until now." Shaking my head, I walked over to Phil and grabbed him by his hair since he hand so shirt to grab onto.

"Boys," whimpered Phil. "Run! Go now!" I heard two sets of feet sprint out of the camp and I smiled. He knew how I liked to hunt.

"You really think that's going to help Phil?" He spat blood in my eye. I clicked my tongue while wiping it away and licking my now bloody fingertip. His eyes widened. "You just fucked yourself over Phil." I gripped his neck and shoved him against a tree. His face started turning purple as he suffocated under my iron grip. A smile creeped up on my lips as I moved my thumb and bit hard into his neck. His screams rang through the hair as the venom flowed into his bloodstream. I drank the blood through his wife and his screams. It was starting to get annoying so I drained him dry quickly before letting him drop from my grip. I turned over to Miss. Renee and smiled my bloody smile. "Oh good," I said when I saw her curled into a ball against a tree. "You stayed. Now I'm going to ask you again, what is your daughter's name?"

"Never," she said in a whisper.

"I always admired a mother's courage," I drawled as I walked slowly up to her. I stood her up gently, smiling a sweet smile that was usually meant for Papa or Mama. "You do remind me a lot of my mother. She was a sweet woman." Hope was in Renee's eyes. "That is, of course, until she married me off to a bastard who didn't know the meaning of no." Her face dropped and her heart skipped a beat. I gripped her hair and exposed her neck into the harsh moonlight. My mouth watered and my eyes turned a deep crimson. I brought my mouth to her neck and-

"Please stop!" exclaimed a pair of voices. I turned around and saw the twin boys. One of them had their father's shotgun, but it wasn't pointed at me. "You already took our dad," cried one. "Please just spare our mom," finished the other that had the gun. Their tears made me stop and think. Usually I'd laugh and smile at their cries, but not this time. Then my memories caught up with me.

"Please don't kill my children!" cried that woman. I didn't know her name, but her had burgundy hair with deep blue eyes. I looked at her with tears in my eyes. Tears that would never fall. Her newborn was in my hands. I looked over at my master who gave me a furious glare. A glare that told if I didn't finish off the children there would be punishment.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered.

I was brought back to the present by their cries. The twins reminded me of that baby. Their brown hair, almond brown eyes, and fair skin. I took a deep breath, dropping Renee. "You didn't see anything," I said in a cold voice. All three of them nodded. I turned to Renee. "Burn your husband's body and bury his bones somewhere where no one will find them. Tell the police he left home after an argument and never came back. He didn't take anything and didn't take the car." I turned to leave, but stopped. I turned to the twins. "What is your sister's name?"

"Are you going to hurt her?"

I shook my head.

"Isabella..." said the one who had spoken out first.

"Please don't hurt my daughter," cried Renee.

"I have a feeling I won't be the one hurting her." I disappeared after that. I ran, I ran as fast as I could. My thoughts were all jumbled within my head. How could I have stopped? This wasn't right. It...It wasn't me at all. I stopped on a fallen branch and sat down, my legs swinging slowly back and forth. A fallen leaf was stuck in my hair and I tugged it out. I sighed, still wondering why I stopped. There was this feeling that was so foreign to me, so long forgotten. What was it? I bit my lip while looking around at my surroundings. The night was early, probably only twelve. A scent came to me, making me looked up to see a fox trotting with a limp. From the tears on its flesh I knew that it had been foolish enough to battle the alpha of his pack. By the way his was walking he wasn't going to survive. I quietly jumped down, reaching out to the fox. It looked at me with apprehension, but limped forwards. I stroked it's fur gently, blood coating my fingertips with every stroke. I bit my lip, taking the form in my arms and biting down on its neck. It started to struggle, but I kept it at bay until the last beat of its heart. Then I placed it on the floor and ran towards my home. I was sure Father was worried about me. That's when I heard an alto voice ring through my ears. "Damon..." I breathed.

-Emmett-

His voice rang through my ears as did with everyone else. Damon was currently outside on the driveway just standing there. God was he insane. I walked out towards him, only to see him stop singing. He seemed to be listening.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He held his hand up, letting another note pass through his lips before he quieted. "I'm calling her," he replied while he listened. "Through our bond we can hear each other. She's not far off...I can feel it." That bond thingy was weird. I mean weird. He told us she could feel her feelings, sometime read her thoughts we she let him, or to call each other. It was flat out weird and I've seen a lot of weird things in my life.

My ears perked up at the sound of a high, beautiful soprano voice. She was just letting notes flow out into the air. Every note brought the voice closer. Some of the family was gathered outside as we watched in fascination. He sang his song and she answered every single time. I saw movement within the trees. Carlisle walked up to where Damon was standing as a figure appeared in front of us. It was Selene, but her eyes were orange!

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Missa.