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So without further interuption...ladies, gentlemen, vampires and werewolves, here is Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

EPOV

"So, that's your sister?" I asked as Katie's Jeep pulled out of the driveway.

Emmett nodded. "Yeah." He said, turning and heading up the stairs.

"So, what exactly is she doing here, apparently human?" I asked, following.

"She was born in 1919, in the barn. Dad didn't want her leaving the farm. "I saw framed pictures, obviously old from the looks, on the wall. He pointed to one. "She was actually born here, next to old Bessie, our cow, about a month after Mom came home, pregnant." He looked at me. "Dad didn't even watch Mom through delivery. Said it was a freak baby and if it died, so be it. I was there though, saw Mom die as Katie pushed herself out, kept her alive long enough to get her in the house and warmed up."

He moved down the hall, stopping and looking at every photograph. "Dad kept her in the attic and told me not to talk to her. 'She's a freak,' he'd say. 'Life woulda been easier if she never existed.' But, I was pretty much the only contact she had with the outside. Eventually, Dad started trying to think of ways to get rid of her without suspicion. He'd hold her down, force cleaning chemicals down her throat, few occasions he said if she was such a freak she may as well eat the way freaks do, and shoved blood down her throat. Soon as he left, it came back up." I winced. Not a pleasant thought.

We were standing in front of a photo of Katie, about twelve from the looks in front of a barn. "Mostly, he'd have her working in the barn whenever anyone would come around cause she kept growing, here she's only eight. The growing didn't stop till she was about fourteen and she coulda passed as an out-of-town cousin by then. But he didn't stop trying to kill her. Most nights, she'd sneak down when he wasn't paying attention and hide in my room, under the bed. I was pretty much all she had, I took care of her when she got sick, kept her company when she got lonely, that sort of thing."

"You were her best friend." I said softly, understanding better now.

"Yep. When I 'died' I always wondered what happened to her. For a long time, I kept wondering, and eventually Felix tracked me down that time we were in Volterra in the sixties, he said he'd put Jake to watching her in Thirty-three and she was with him now. We started sending each other letters and we met briefly during an exhibition game in Eighty-six. She, Jake and the Denali's were playing the Volturi's baseball team in upstate New York. It wasn't more than a hello and good-bye. "He grinned. "I had to ditch Jasper to do it since he was my alibi that time."

We walked into a room filled with maps. "Now, she and Jake go around, occasionally going to school, but mostly playing the genius girl fell in love with an ordinarily IQ story . He'll go to school or get a job, and so will she, mostly at hospitals cause she loves it so much The Volturi use her traveling to keep a general headcount on vampires." He motioned to the state of Washington. "She also tries to keep track of where werewolves are, have been and probably will be."

Sure enough, a section had been highlighted with the words Quileute Reservation-La Push written. There was a blue tack next to it. I looked to the box of tacks on the table beside the map. Each color had a different meaning. White meant two, green, three and blue, seven plus. "So, she's kind of like a tracker?" I asked.

Emmett shrugged. "You could call it that." He said. "But she's not as good as say, James. She only has a rough idea on how many vampires there are, but not their exact patterns. Take nomads for example. They don't have a specific migration pattern, like us. We're pretty traceable, but they're not. It takes too much time to see what types of murders match the MO of a vampire, if you're trying to track one. They've probably moved on when you've pinned them in a certain location."

We walked back into the hall and up the stairs into the attic. "I want to see what they did with it this time." He said, as he opened the door.

It looked like a cross between a library, study, and lounge. Bookshelves lined one wall with a double desk opposite the window. The lounge area had a large sunroof, obviously used for stargazing with the amount of astrology books piled next to the couch. "She never fails to surprise me." Emmett said. I didn't know what to say.

"She grew up in an attic," I said, "so this is what she does now? Turns them into a second family room?"

Emmett flopped onto the couch. "Yep, I'm surprised she hasn't tried to make a complete observatory yet. She's always liked to look at the stars."

I sat down on the opposite end. "Edward, listen-if Felix-or any of the Volturi find out you know about Katie, well, you'd probably end up a few pounds lighter."

"Why?" he asked, plainly annoyed

"Well, the Volturi-Aro mostly- think that if word gets out about Katie, everyone would assume she's an immortal child and if the Volturi are going against that…"you know what happened last time there were immortal children. He added silently.

I nodded. "But what about Rosalie? What are you going to tell her?"

He sighed. "I don't know. I can't tell her about Katie-you think she'll keep quiet when she hears about this? But I can't have her thinking I'm cheating on her either."

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