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Chapter 7

Renesmee POV

Louisa turned up at the door with Kane. Swollen lips and a flushed face showing the signs of an intense make-out session. I raised one eyebrow and they both smiled sheepishly. I laughed and moved aside, letting the two of them into the house. It was the first time that they had all been here like this. I knew that Jimmy and co hadn't been to the Cullen mansion yet, but Jen and Sam were frequent visitors ever since Mom's wedding.

Kat glared as Louisa sat down on the floor, Kane beside her wrapping one arm around her waist. In all fairness, they did look like a cute couple. Will tried to comfort Kat as I could see the fury rising in her eyes, every other person in the room stared, holding back and waiting for her to say something. But she remained silent, and normal conversation resumed, even with the awkwardness.

"Look what I bought!" Louisa declared as she dug into her bag with triumph. The distinct clinking of bottles could be heard and I gulped as I knew this wouldn't end well. If people started drinking then I'd need to put more of Esme's antiques away! She pulled out a bottle of weird, German stuff but swore it was simply vodka. "Have you got any glasses?" I nodded dumbly and stood up, walking to the kitchen with Jake behind me.

"Is this a good idea?" He asked, I turned around and faced him, sighing.

"It was the whole point though. I knew it would happen, but with the giant elephant in the room it doesn't seem to be such a good idea. Who knows what'll happen?" My voice was anguished and frustrated. I knew from the start that this was going to be the plan. We had been to plenty of bonfires, and fancied a change, but I didn't think it would be like this.

"Do what you think is best Ness. I trust your judgement." I smiled up at him and he bent his head down, giving me a small, gentle kiss on the lips. I pulled back and took a deep breath, turning around and into the cupboard pulling out plenty of glasses for everyone. I had a feeling that Kat wouldn't be opposed to a drink – but I hope it doesn't get too rowdy. I'll never be trusted again.

Jake helped me carry them back into the living room and I turned the stereo on on my way, balancing the glasses on my arm as I did.

I laid them out on the table as Louisa poured, handing one out to everyone – including Kat, but she gave her a small fake smile as she did. Louisa took her first one and gulped it down in one, causing each and every one of us to raise our eyebrows at the once shy girl who barely spoke a full sentence a week ago.

Kane was the next to follow, and slowly, one by one, we each downed our drinks. I knew I was safe with Jake, his body temperature meant that he had to drink a lot more than a normal person to feel the effects due to his body heat. It seemed to burn off the alcohol in his system quite quickly.

I sighed into his side as conversation flowed – however tense. As Jake was engrossed in a baseball conversation with Will, I took the chance to scoot besides Louisa and try to get to know her a bit more. Now that she was in a more talkative state, it would be easier to do so.

She smiled at me and took a small sip of her drink. Kane was beginning to contribute to Jake and Will's chat and Aaron and Jimmy were quite happy talking to the girls. The two of them weren't stereotypical gay guys. Both of them had a healthy interest in sports and football, but kept up appearances. It was what made them amazing and the best company. Terry wasn't able to come tonight as his supposed 'girlfriend' was in town tonight, but we all had our suspicions about it, bless him really, he was awesome in his own way.

"Heya." I grinned.

"Hi Ness. This is great. Awesome song by the way, I haven't heard it before." I smiled knowingly and could even see Jake's grin from the other side of the room as he kept one eye on me. This song was around about 90 years ago and was oddly one of Mom's favourites, even if it was made before even she was born. Edward seemed to recognise it, and Carlisle certainly did. A legend 80's disco tune.

"Urm, yeah, it's old, Billy Idol, Dancing With Myself. My Mo- Grandparents used to listen to it." Her eyes flashed at my little stumble and I swore to myself I wouldn't drink anymore tonight, after all, she was still clueless to my secret.

"It's good, better than some of the more modern stuff nowadays. It's all turned far too bass-y." I laughed and beamed, finally someone who shared my fascination and views in music.

"I know what you mean. It's a little overbearing. I prefer the old stuff. 1960's post-punk."

"Definitely. It doesn't get much better." I grinned widely at her.

"Of course. So you said you were from New York right?" She nodded once and I noticed how her eyes seemed to turn more distant and she closed up, retreating with a small flash of panic. I pushed it though, determined to know. "How long were you there for?" I asked. Her features returned almost to normal, but that distance was still in her eyes as she calculated a response.

"A couple years." I nodded.

"Where were you before then?" I pushed for more information on this girl.

"Boston?" It sounded more like a question and I frowned, detecting a lie. It was times like these that I wished for Edward and Jasper to be able to detect the truth, but with Edward away and the others hunting, I knew I wouldn't do too well. I was due a phone call from the two of them tomorrow to see how Mom was doing skiing – I'm sure she's having an amazing time.

"Oh, I stayed there a while back." Her eyes automatically became interested, as if she was gathering juicy information off a close friend. She leaned her head in instinctively and tilted it to the side.

"Oh?" She asked.

"Yeah, with my sister. My past is a complicated one."

"I bet." She mumbles under her breath. I raised one eyebrow and I saw her eyes widened in surprise at me being able to hear her, but then a flash of understanding before she went to her old self. I needed my father to be here. Desperately. I needed to know who she was, what she was doing and the truth as to why she's here. Up until now, I hadn't had any reason to doubt her honesty, but her recent actions seemed to be messing all that up. Her sudden change in personality and character, along with her intense interest into my life, all gave me reason to be suspicious of her. But then again, I had been drinking and all this could just be my mind playing dodgy tricks. I can only make these assumptions on a sober mind.

"So why did you come to Forks?" I asked her, hoping that I'd see some form of reaction again. She took a moment before answering.

"My father got a job in the area, it was easier. You know, in the industrial stuff." She beamed and I decided not to question her on the blatant lie. Forks is a small town and everyone knows everyone, industry isn't a part of Forks. Small grocery stores and a couple of gas stations is as far as it goes around here, I may not have been living here for very long, but even I knew that. The rest is woods that seemed to never be touched. But, at this moment in time, I couldn't do anything about it.

I thought back to the last time that her family or where she lived was mentioned. My first day back when all us girls went shopping in Port Angeles. She flipped as it was mentioned, almost as if she was someone else.

"So where abouts do you live?" I asked her.

"Urm, near the school. Just round the corner actually." She seemed to gain confidence as she talked about where abouts she lived, but a number or definite street name seemed to be missing. Where the hell was Edward when you needed him? I nodded as she spoke, gathering false information after false information, trying to piece things together, though of course, the lies didn't seem to fit.

I could simply be being paranoid, but everything seemed to add up. Her reactions, the lies, her original shy character – it just leads to something bigger. I would wait until Carlisle returned, knowing that he was the best person to speak to about it all. But it wouldn't be for a while. In the meantime, I would determine what I could. After a few meaningless questions about school, I told her I needed to use the bathroom and stood up, leaving the raucous laughter and loud talk behind me, turning the corner and leaning against the wall. I closed my eyes and slid down, resting my head in my hands.

"Babe?" I looked, up to see Jacob, concern covering his face as knelt down beside me, pulling me to his side. I went willingly, my head swimming with possibilities and doubts.

The possibilities of what she could want and where she came from – is she even human?

But doubts. Paranoia. The alcohol taking an effect. My mind playing tricks.

I put my hand on Jake's arm and projected everything. The conversation, her reactions and my thoughts. His eyes widened in certain places, he frowned in others and tilted his head to the side when my thoughts turned to the possibility of her not even being human. I removed my hand and he linked his with mine, pulling me closer still. I breathed in his scent and I felt almost calm, knowing that he was here.

"I don't know what to think." I sighed.

"I know. We'll just have to wait until they come back. Just stay with me until then okay? Just to be safe? I don't want anything to happen to you." I nodded into his side and he kissed my hair.

"Do you reckon we should call them?"

"Who?" He asked.

"Carlisle and co, just to be safe?" He shrugged.

"I really don't know. But we don't even know what, or who she is. It's really up to you love, if you want to then we will." I thought about it for a second, but didn't want to worry them.

"Perhaps I should just call Alice? Ask her to keep a look out?" He smiled and nodded, kissing my forehead tenderly before standing up. I reached up my hand and he hauled me up with him.

"Sounds like a plan." He whispered and kissed me on the lips once. I took his hand and we headed back into the living room. I promised to call Alice in the morning. It would be easier that way.

"You didn't actually believe that did you?" Jen giggled from on the floor, leaning back on the couch. She looked up at Sam who was nodded enthusiastically, glass in hand – luckily empty. I could see how the alcohol had affected her, her eyes were glazed and she found everything hysterical.

"Yeah Jen! I was young, I thought it was true." She slurred and I shook my head, laughing to myself as I went to sit beside them in Jake's lap. He resumed conversation with Will who had opted not to drink past that first one with Louisa. Jimmy and Aaron were laughing with Jen and Sam and Kane was engrossed in close conversation with Louisa.

"What's going on?" I asked. Jen looked over to me and beamed.

"Well, according to Sam, when you kiss a guy, it was unsanitary due to the intense amount of exchanged saliva." I raised my eyebrows.

"I used to think that! About six years ago. I'm normal now." I rolled my eyes and shook my head as the two of them began to giggle aimlessly.

But that's when it happened. As if in slow motion so that every little thing became more clear. Every twitch, every reaction, every sound seemed to echo through the room, and something so tiny was magnified to the extent that all thoughts from this night – every doubt and every bit of paranoia was inconsequential as what I feared became true.

Sam's hand slipped, knocking her glass that was rested on the arm of the couch so that it fell onto the wooden floor. She squealed slightly, her eyes widening as it splintered into tiny shards on the floor. Jake moved me out of the way of the flying shards of glass as they sprung back into the air, a few resting on the floor. Jen let out a small shrill squeal and then moaned as she looked at her hand.

Tiny droplets of blood pooled out from her arm and hit the floor. She rolled her eyes, but Jake held onto me tighter, obviously misreading my signs of panic. My throat gave a dull ache, but nothing I couldn't control. Instead, my eyes were focused on the girl on the other side of the room.

Her eyes held signs of an uncontrolled reaction. She tilted her head to the side and grinned, showing her gleaming teeth, swallowing. She stood up slowly and I pried Jacob's arms off of me. Soon, he was in on it too, noticing her behaviour. He followed me up to Louisa. Watching as her gaze flicked from Jen's oozing arm to my face of trepidation and hesitation. She grinned once more and all eyes were on the mess on the floor as Jen tended to her arm herself. She cursed under her breath, Jake and I standing in front of her, blocking her ay to Jen.

"I've got this babe, get Jen out of here okay?" Jake whispered to me. I looked up at him pleadingly, begging to stay. "No, we need to get her out of here." I took a deep breath and nodded, stepping backwards without turning around.

"Jen come on, we'll go get you cleaned up." I whispered, hoping Louisa wouldn't hear. Pointless really. I guess this answered my many questions. Jen nodded slowly and I helped her up, careful to avoid more glass. I saw Jake talking lowly to Louisa, I could just hear him talking to her, so I severely doubted the other's could hear. I gulped when I took sight of her arm as I led her out and she saw, widened her eyes and covered her arm with her other hand. She stopped walking and eyed me suspiciously as if thinking I was the one who would harm her. I turned when she stopped, taking in her protective stance and the fear in her eyes.

"Oh my gosh. Jen, no, I'm not going to hurt you, it barely affects me now. I've been alive long enough with this lifestyle" I gestured with my hands to the area "so that that doesn't bother me." She tilted her head to the side as if deciding whether or not to believe me. I thought that then would be an ideal time to tell her. "It's Louisa. I had to get you out of there. I've been thinking about it all night and her actions a minute ago sort of confirmed it. We think she's a vampire, and she's evidently not as used to blood as we are, I had to get you out. Jake's sorting her out." Her eyes widened in their glassy state.

"Are you serious?" She hissed, disbelief obvious in her tone.

"Trust me Jen, please. It's times like these that Edward really needs to be here. This whole thing could have been sorted out and this wouldn't have happened. But I need to get you cleaned and covered, and then everyone needs to leave. I need to make sure that Kane goes with Kat and Will thought, I have a feeling Louisa's going to be a bit feral for a while." I was mumbling mostly to myself before I was brought out of my reverie by Jen taking my hand and leading me over the sink. The glass had mostly gone from her arm, so I cleaned up the blood and bandaged it whilst the commotion was sorted in the living room.

"Ness?" I heard Jen whisper.

"Mhm?" I was doing my best at bandaging, but it kept turning out wrong making me highly doubt my future plans.

"Are you sure that she's, you know, a vampire?" She whispered the last word and I gave a small shrug.

"It all makes sense though. Her fabricated story and the way she's behaved. I just, think there's more to it."

"She doesn't look like a vampire though. Well, she does look like you, but Carlisle, Bella and Edward, she doesn't look like them."

"That's what fooled me. I'd never met another half-breed before and I was focusing so much on the way she behaved, that I didn't notice the physical things. Like her body temperature and the way her heart beat is slightly faster than a normal humans. Like mine." I mused it over, only now realising how similar the two of us were and everything did seem to slot into place. The only thing that didn't was why she was here. The story about her father must've been fake – there's no doubt about that – so what was the truth? Again, I realised just how important Edward's talent was. "I'm done." I said proudly as I stood back, examining my work which hadn't turned out as bad as I first thought it would.

"Thank you. Look, I'm gonna go, this whole thing sort of sobered me up a bit. But I think Will will give me a lift home with Kane and Kat." I nodded.

"Sorry it sort of turned out weird." She laughed.


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"Na, don't worry about it Ness, it was good." I smiled and gave her a quick hug, careful to avoid her arm. I followed her back out to the living room to see that Louisa was nowhere in the room and the other's were huddled in a corner. Each and every one of them looked up when they heard Jen and I walk in.

"Guys, sorry to break up the party, but I think it's time to go." They all nodded.

"We thought so. What happened with Louisa?" Kane asked and I saw Kat grimace at the sound of her name.

"She went, she wasn't feeling too well." Jake said from the corner. Everyone bought her story, either too scared to question, or too drunk to realise. One by one they filed out the door until just Jake and I were left.

"Where did she go?" I asked him.

"I took her into the hallway and told her she had to leave. I said we'd get in touch and we needed to talk. I don't think she knew what I was but she did as I said anyway after some convincing." I nodded. "She got her things and left whilst the others were fussing over a broken glass." I smiled and walked over to the cupboard getting out the dustpan and brush. I knelt on the cold floor, careful not to kneel on any glass. Although it wouldn't pierce my skin, I knew it would still hurt slightly. I started brushing it up when I felt warm hands on mine, I turned to see Jake. "Leave it, I'll do it." He kissed me once before allowing me to move and sit on the couch, my head in my hands. He came and sat beside me once he'd finished, scooping the broken glass up and putting it in the bin, bleaching the floor where there were still small droplets of blood.

He pulled me onto his lap and I held onto him tightly, letting him calm me and help me clear my thoughts.

"What am I going to do?" I mumbled into his shoulder.

"I've got no idea babe, I really don't." He held me tighter and knew that right then and there, all I needed was him.