Disclaimer: I do not own any of teh characters of twilight or any fo teh books of the series. I only own the OC's and possibly the plot fo teh story if there is one. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter. I origianlly lost it becuase my computer crashed and I lost teh work that I had done. It came out different this time around because James added in his story adn his family and helped more than he originally did but I think it came out better this way. Enjoy. ^^

-Cat-

~James Talon Night~

She pulls away from me, standing up on her own. She wipes the tears from her face and puts a smile on her face. She starts to laugh and giggle, which really freaks me out. I cautiously try to reach out for her and make sure she is all right but she just keeps moving, not able to stand still. She doesn't stop laughing either. She just continues to laugh. Eventually, she laughs so hard she is curled into a fetal position on the ground, clutching her stomach.

"Um, Amaya? Are you alright?" I ask concerned.

She stops laughing and gets up from the ground, covered in dirt. "Yea I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You were just in hysterics."

"I'm sure." She says smiling.

"Ok. So what about your family?"

"Huh?"

"You were telling me about your family. They died." I said. I was unwilling to admit that she was the one that killed her family. I did not think that she was possible of that. I just met her but she didn't give off an aura that made me think she was a killer. There had to be a misunderstanding on her part. "You were crying and told me that you were the reason that they died."

Realization hits her face. Sadness lurks behind the depths of her hazel-brown eyes. I feel guilty for being the one to make her feel that way. I wish I could spare her the pain. I know what it's like. I whisper so softly I don't even think she heard me. "I don't blame you."

"What?" She asks confused.

"I don't blame you. I don't think it's your fault but I don't blame you for feeling that way. I know what it's like to feel responsible for your parents death. I've been there myself." I smile bitterly. Why was I confessing all this to a girl I barely even knew and just met about ten minutes ago? Did I feel sorry for her? Maybe it's because I can empathize with her.

"What happened to your parents?" She asks me wrapping her arms around me comfortingly. It doesn't feel like a lover holding me but it's warm and loving, like a sister taking care of her younger brother.

"They died in a car crash. I was selfish and stupid. One night, I decide to get drunk with my friends and when I get home I get into a fight with my dad. We're yelling back and forth at each other, throwing punches, and my mom is trying to stop us, again. My dad hits me and I don't know, I guess something inside me snapped and I charged at him and threw him into a wall. He was so pissed off at me that he grabbed the car keys and took off. My mom went running after him and threw herself in the car before he took off speeding. She always went after him. She knew how to calm him down, once he was willing to listen. Me, I really didn't care. I went up to my room, took a shower, got changed, and went to bed. I had calmed down enough myself to see what I jerk I was to him. I was going to apologize to him in the morning. The next morning, I wake up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. I opened it and a police officer was standing there. I was confused and thought that maybe my parents had been put in jail for speeding or some other traffic violation. I wasn't ready for what he told me. I just broke down crying. I realized what a jerk I was to him and I didn't even get to apologize or say 'I love you dad.' Afterwards, I felt like I was responsible for their deaths."

"I'm sorry." She said quietly, letting me go.

"It's ok. I eventually came to terms with it and made myself realize that it wasn't my fault. I couldn't have prevented it form happening. Fate works in strange ways and when you try to change it, it can come back to bite you."

"That's kind of strange."

"What?"

"The phrase you used. You said 'Fate is strange.' Usually I hear people say that God works in mysterious ways. Why would you choose to use fate?"

"It's just my personal belief. I'm not sure of everything that out there, but I believe that it's all predetermined in the universe. Things can be changed but maybe that's the way it was supposed to work all along and we just had to find a way to make it work."

"I see." Amaya looks off into space. I can see the wheels turning in her head and a light shines in her eyes. She looks more radiant that she did before. It makes me proud to see that she is more hopeful.

"So, what about you? Why do you feel guilty about your parents death?" I wasn't about to let her off the hook. Not after I told her about my parents.

"I was hoping you'd forget about that." She says laughing. "Well, I was best friends with the person that killed my parents."

I try not to look surprised but I can tell she can feel the confusion and the skepticism in my voice. "You were best friends with the person that killed your parents?"

"Yes. He was my best friend. I even remember the first day we met. We were both in kindergarten. He was playing all by himself. None of the other kids in our class even bothered to acknowledge his existence. He was in the sandbox playing with his monster trucks and I just decided to walk over to him and play with him. I smiled at him and asked if it was ok if I sat there and played with him. He was so surprised and his whole face just lit up with joy. We became the best of friends that day. We were inseparable. Every time we could we'd get together to play. As we grew up our bond just grew stronger. In middle school, everything changed. He started to become more attached to me and he would get nervous every time I touched him. I was confused by his actions since we were best friends. Unfortunately, I didn't have any experience with boys so I didn't know that he had a crush on me. When he finally confessed to me, I cried. I couldn't help it. I was just so heartbroken because I knew that our friendship would never be the same again. I told him I was sorry but I just didn't feel the same way. He was my best friend, nothing more. We still hung out after that, though it was less frequently. I started to make a few new friends and eventually, he stopped hanging out with me. I tried to call his house but he wouldn't answer the phone or he would make and excuse not to talk to me. I would try to go over and see him but he wouldn't be home or he would suddenly get sick."

"It must have been hard for the both of you to have to go through that after being friends for such a long time."

"It was and I didn't want him to feel that I had abandoned him or that I didn't care because I did. I just couldn't make myself love him as anything more than a friend. I think that is what really drove him nuts. When I was out camping with my friends, he came over to my house and murdered my parents with an ax. I was out having fun with my friend while my parents were at home, screaming and fighting for their lives. When I got home, he was there, sitting on the couch, with his clothes covered in dried blood. His hands were covering his face but once he looked at me I could tell he had been crying. I didn't want to believe that he could have done that to my parents but I saw their bodies lying on the floor. I saw the blood and the limbs. I saw the horror on their faces and the cuts on their body that the ax had made when it contacted their body. And you want to know what I did?"

"What?" I asked to enveloped in her story to wonder what it could have been.

"I didn't even bother to look at them very much. After that brief glance, I didn't dare stare at anything other than him."

"It's understandable. Who would want to take their eyes off of someone who could and would very likely kill them."

She shook her head. "No. He wouldn't kill me. I knew him too well."

"Then why?"

"I felt…sorry for him. I felt like I had caused all of it to happen. I felt that if I hadn't went over there to him that first day we met then we never would have become friend and he never would have been driven to the point of insanity that made him kill my parents. I went over to him apologizing over and over telling him I was sorry. I couldn't apologize enough. I embraced him crying telling him it was all my fault, saying I never should have let it get so far to come to that. He just stared at me with those loving eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes that I just fell in love with. He knew me too well. He embraced me in one final hug and left. I never heard from him or saw him again. He just disappeared."

"What about your parents? You couldn't have just left them there."

"No. I called the police and told them what had happened. They tried to get to me rat on Falcon, but I wouldn't. I couldn't betray him after what I put him through. It was absolute Hell. I felt like I deserved to be the one to have to suffer that punishment, not Falcon."

"I'm not understanding what you're saying."

She had been so strong until now, She burst into more tears. I was afraid that she wasn't going to stop crying this time. When she was composed enough to speak, she said, "My parents, they wouldn't let me keep him. So when they found out what that he loved me, they forced me to turn him down. I didn't want to but they were my parents. What was I supposed to do? He knew I was lying when I told him I didn't feel the same way. I loved him since the very first day that we met. I couldn't help myself. His eyes were like beacons of light to me. They kept me going. He knew that my parents were keeping us apart. He knew even though I didn't say a thing. And I," She says crying harder now. "I didn't do anything to help him or stop them. I did everything they asked of me with no questions asked. I put him through a year of Hell just to please my parents and it led him to murder. So yes, I was the one that killed my parents. It was my fault."

"You couldn't have known what he was going to do." I say embracing her in a hug. "You had no control over his actions."

She pulls herself out of my embrace and walks a little ways away from me. She sinks down to her knees and crying into the palms of her hands. I walk over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She freezes under my touch. "Amaya, it's not your fault." She just shakes her head, tears still spilling form her eyes.

"No. You're wrong. It is my fault."

"No, it's not."

She whispers something that I have to strain to hear. "What?"

She speaks louder. "He just did what I couldn't do. He set me free."

Amaya looks back at me and I can see the ghosts in her eyes. I can see the pain and the fear. I can see the hurt in her eyes. I can't imagine what she must have went through. I'm not going to try to understand. It's something that can only be felt.

I want to say something to console her or sooth her but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is, "I'm sorry."

~Amaya Wolf~

After I was done confessing my heart out to James, I just left. I didn't care that it was only my first day or that I might get in trouble, I just needed to be alone. So I walked to my car and drove home and parked my car in the small space where it could fit. After taking care to make sure my care would be safe, I walked off to a small, dense, concealed area of the forest. I sat alone, in a hollowed out tree. It was quite serene.

'Sis?' I called out hesitantly.

'I'm here.' She said already knowing what the problem is.

'Did you find him yet?'

'No. But I won't stop until I do.'

'Thanks.' I say, tears stinging my eyes.

'No problem.' She says gently, wrapping me in a mental hug. I smile at this heart warming gesture.

When she is gone, I am lost in my thoughts again. I couldn't help but smile at the memories that flooded my mind. They were so beautiful and passionate. I can't remember a time in any of my lives where there was a time as beautiful as that. It brought tears of joy to my eyes.

If only we could go back and relive those days.

"Thank you Falcon. I can't thank you enough for what you have done for me." I whisper to the wind. "That night, was the most beautiful night of my life. You were shining so brightly then, I thought that I might go blind. Thank you for that wonderful gift."

I drift off to sleep remembering that night. I see the blood on the walls and the horror written on their faces. I can see all this and more. Yet, it is all in the background and pales in comparison to his figure sitting on the couch. Falcon, crying, takes up my entire focus. Even though he's covered in blood and defensive wounds, I can't remember a time when he looked any more beautiful.