I do not own Twilight. But here's a list of who I do own!

1. Claire

2. Jacob

3. Max

4. Mysterious human

5. And now... Lavender


"Jacob. I know you're in there," said a woman's voice. Jacob walked slowly to the front door and looked through the peep hole. "If you don't let me in through the front door I'll just walk inside through one of the holes on the other side of the house."

He opened the door. The woman walked into the house. She had vibrant red hair and a pale, freckleless face. As she looked in my direction I saw her eyes were a bright violet. Her red cherry lips curled into a deep frown as she met my gaze. She turned to Jacob. They met one another's venomous stares. Jacob shut the door.

"So its true," she said. "You have a pet."

"She's not a pet. She's food," Jacob said like a good vampire was probably supposed to.

"She doesn't belong to you. You didn't pay the money," the woman said barging in my living room. Much like Max she didn't direct me at all. I stood tall in the doorway and folded my arms looking as threatening as possible. However Jacob was backpeddling towards me. She advanced with every step of retreat he took.

"Technically she wasn't anyone's to begin with," Jacob said.

"All uncertified humans are property of the council," said the woman. Tall, full bodied, and dangerously attractive.

"Lav, you can't barge into my home and start taking my stuff. I think there are laws against that," Jacob said coming to a halt beside me. The woman leaned forward. She was taller than Jacob. She looked like she was in her early twenties, though there was no telling how old she really was.

"That's Lavender to you, sweetheart. And don't even get me started on laws," she said her voice thick with sarcasm. Suddenly she turned to me catching me slightly offguard. "You," she said giving me a nod. "Where were you in the war?"

"Here," I said obediently.

"Were you a part of the rebellion that was hiding here?" she asked.

"No." Disbelief flickered across her face with a small amused smile.

"Really?" she said. "Then what were you doing in this house?"

I thought about the answer. Jacob started to answer for me. Lavender shushed him and held a finger in front of his face. Jacob looked incredibly annoyed.

"Being unconscious?" I asked unsure of myself. She didn't speak. I think she wanted me to keep talking. "I was under sedation."

"You bit her?" she hissed turning to Jacob.

"Yes. I kept her sedated," Jacob said.

"You with held important government property. You are in big trouble, Jacob," Lavender said with a soccer-mom tone. She spun on her heel and started to pace. "Nothing I teach you ever gets through. None of my wisdom has been passed on. You are hardly the boy I thought you were. You were supposed to be a great leader!" Jacob frowned deeply. He stepped forward.

"I'm hardly a boy. I'm forty years old," said the teenage boy. Lavender threw her head back and laughed dramatically.

"You could live to be a hundred, you damn fool. It won't change a thing," she said. Suddenly the door opened. Max was here. I smiled at him suddenly elated with the idea of not being alone with two angry vampires anymore. He started into the room and smiled back at me, but when he saw who else was in the room he went into a panic.

"Oh crap... The bitch is back!" he cried. Lavender practically snarled. He started to make a run for the door.

"Get back here, Max!" she demanded. Max froze where he stood with his hand on the doorknob. He sighed and turned around.

"For the record, I had nothing to do with that," he said pointing at me. Being treated like an object was getting real old.

"Who is she?" I asked Jacob alone. He opened his mouth to respond when he was interrupted once again.

"I am none of your business. You would do well to keep your mouth shut, human," Lavender said.

"Yeah, well so would you," I muttered loudly under my breath. Time stopped. At least it felt like it. Max and Jacob stared at me. Lavender's eyes narrowed dangerously. Come on. It wasn't that great of a comeback.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," said the giant beautiful crazy amazon lady.

I shrugged carelessly.

"You can if you want," I said lamely. This time a fist flew at my mouth. You see it in movies. You read about it. But you don't really know what its like to be punched right in the lips. I staggered backward covering my mouth as the blood rushed out of the fresh wounds.

"I am not going to believe that is your food," Lavender said once again ingoring me. My blood felt hot beneath my skin. I felt like leaping on the woman and dragging her to the ground by her long pretty hair. I wanted to jump at her throat and tear it out with my teeth. I would absolutely love to tell you that I did. That I showed that vampire who was the real dangerous one in the room. As she continued to rant, Jacob was staring at me. Well, not so much me as my blood.

He was shaking with diminishing restraint. Luckily he controlled himself.

"...So get to the police and give it back before you get yourself in even more trouble," I heard Lavender say just as I started to tune into her ranting again.

"No!" Jacob said tearing his gaze away from me.

"This is not negotiable, Jacob!" Lavender shouted back at him.

"You're damn right its not. Get out of my house," Jacob said. He stepped up to her. He was barely tall enough to look her in the eye from her runway model height. The two were in an eternity long staring contest as we waited anxiously for someone to move. Lavender was the first.

"Fine," she said through clenched teeth. In a flash she kicked her heel into his stomach. Jacob doubled over. Lavender smirked. "Don't worry. I'll let myself out." She walked to the door and flipped her perfect red lockes over her shoulder as she shut the door behind her. After that happened it was disturbingly quiet in the room. Max and I looked at one another. Jacob's chest was angrily heaving up and down with each breath. Finally he turned on his heel and ran his hand through his short black hair. Again I looked to Max.

He just shrugged seeming that he didn't know what to do about Jacob in one of his fierce moods either. Jacob turned and pointed at the front door.

"You," he said nodding to Max. "Out."

"Jake?" Max said with an uneasy chuckle. "Come on."

"I said get out!" Jacob yelled at a vein popping volume. Max looked at me, almost showing a flicker of concern on his face. And though he saw my pleading look Max turned to leave.

"Fine. I don't want anything to do with your drama," the older man said. It was almost funny seeing Max that way. He looked like a full grown adult afraid of an eighteen year old kid. Max left, intimidated by Jacob's mood. The door slammed echoing throughout the house. As soon as Jacob was sure he was out of range he began to pace again across the floor.

I continued the cover my mouth, catching my blood in my hand and too afraid to move. Jacob's anger seethed into the oxygen of the room.

"You're stupid!" he finally barked at me. I resented that, but didn't say anything. He walked into the kitchen and continued to speak. "God! Claire, you're...you're even more stupid than Max. I can't believe you spoke to Lavender like that!" I looked at the basement door wanting to run away to my room and lock the door behind me. I remembered sometimes my mom and dad fought like this. Where one person would scream and the other would take it.

Suddenly I heard the crash of dishes. My body jumped in surprise, droplets of blood hit the carpet. I walked away deciding I should go clean myself up. The water ran into the sink, then Jacob smashed down on the faucet. As I walked by the kitchen doorway I caught a glimpse. Jacob was holding onto the counter with a white knuckled grip.

He looked like there was an inner struggle raging within. That's where I made my mistake. He turned and met my gaze. Then I stopped in my tracks, blood dripping down from my chin. Jacob's eyes dilated wide. Pupils big, like a cat with its prey in sight. He let go of the counter and started to run straight at me.


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