Life was blissfully ignorant. It was to a point that made me wonder how I ever lived like this, without the weight of knowing there were vampires, werewolves for god's sake, maybe even mermaids?!

My realization was shielded from those around me, it as if they hadn't noticed me get a healthy bucket of ice cold water upon my head, drenching me with thoughts that I couldn't even bother trying to contain.

Never the less, I was coping quite well… well at least I think I was. Seeing as Mom and Dad hadn't even brought up the idea of me being shaken from my inner core from the revelation that was contained then released when a few choice words were spoken to Bella.

Was I happy now that I had metaphorically joined this circle of mystery that Bella was involved with?

Yes. I very much so was.

Thinking about it, joining this metaphorical circle. It sounds like a cult.

Hope I don't have to give blood.

Ouch, that was a horrible joke. Yeah I'll try and lay off with jokes like that. In fact, the thought of that is very scary. Giving my blood to join a cult filled with vampires and werewolves?

No thank you.

"Theo?"

I snapped to attention to Mom painting in her underwear, her blonde hair pulled up… with I dare say a braid put into a freaky bun? Paint was covering her underwear, and the faint trace of blue paint was seen on her collar bone whenever she got an itch.

"Yeah?" I had looked up from the book that I had not been reading. I briefly remembered that it was about some girl travelling to a distant kingdom in her dreams. It was fairly interesting, seeing the difference of her when she was asleep and awake. I wiggled my nose and yawned, early Saturday rays hitting my eyes with an annoyance.

"Answer the door would you? I fear the neighbors would be startled at seeing Aphrodite for their viewing."

I snorted, folding the top right corner and closing the book. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Even I'm a tad stunned at seeing you."

"Of course, your just not affected as the rest because you were born upon my beautiful throne."

I rolled my eyes and stood up from the scratchy furniture that was horrible to sit on for too long because of the firmness of it.

Stretching my arms over my head, I walked to the door. My blue wife beater rode up a little, exposing the stretch marks on my stomach from growing too fast. I twisted the knob and swung it open at a steady pace.

Tan skin and black hair greeted me.

"Hell-"

"No."

And I proceeded to shut the door and turn my heel to walk away.

The doorbell rang at a fast pace, the bell shrieking in my ear.

"I thought I told you to answer it!" Mom's tired voice spoke from the living room.

"It's a Jehovah's witness!"

"Oh god, tell them to bugger off!"

I stepped into the living room and sat down to actually read my book, folding back the page.

"I already did, they just are awfully persistent."

"God I hate Jehovah witnesses, I used to run out the back door of my house when I was young, screaming through the woods I was an atheist."

I rose a brow, placing a finger over the word I stopped on. The shrill ringing of the doorbell stopping suddenly .

"Did you even know what an atheist was at that age?"

"Oh shush you, telling a white lie to make someone laugh won't get the devil on my case."

"Apparently the church hear you." I calmly spoke.

Not even two seconds later I was laughing as Mom let out throaty laughs. But as soon as it came, it shushed down into quiet giggles till all was heard was a paintbrush going over canvas and pages being turned.

It was a nice atmosphere. Until someone was knocking on the back door. I let out a sound of exasperation, trying to ignore it, seeing as I knew who it was. I busied myself with flipping the pages.

One loud knock happened to beat against the back door, seemingly shaking the house.

"Bugger off!" Mom screamed in the air. I knew that scream, it's when someone or something made her screw up on her art.

I burrowed myself into the couch as she stomped down the hallway to the washroom that led to the back door. I put my book over my head in fright.

I heard metal strike wood in an angry force called velocity.

"WE'RE ATHEISTS, NOW BUGGER OFF!"
I held in a chuckle as the door was slammed yet again in the face of the native.

Quil didn't deserve the cold shoulder from what I've heard and seen him act, in fact, he seemed nice. I just didn't want to deal with the inner turmoil by talking about werewolves. I'd shoved it down in the far reaches in my mind when I was bordering on a freak out. I didn't want that talk right now, but I know it was inevitable when I was delaying it.

Mom stomped into the room with a scowl on her face.

"Stupid idiots, I only pay attention to trick or treaters." She grumbled out.


I was humming quietly with my hands in my pockets, distracting myself from the rain that was beating heavily against my jacket and now, thoroughly soaked hair. Unfortunately the sun decided it was going to hide in the clouds and allow rain to fall upon my dreary parade to the store. I'd been allowed today off, and the only reason I was heading to my work was to pick up my pay check and to get some groceries.

To say I was in a bad mood was an understatement.

I was in a horrible mood.

Quil was the start from knocking on the doors at nearly seven o' clock this morning.

The rain was just a bonus.

I scratched my head, feeling dribble of water hit my scalp. It was fairly annoying, making me just want to fling my head every which way.

The small clunking sound of the automatic doors sliding open hit my ears. My feet were then wiped quickly on the mats as not to leave caked on mud when I went to work. My nose wiggled again and I wiped my face with my arm, getting rid of any excess water. I could hear Jean at one of the registers talking loudly to someone. I smiled at her voice. I really liked Jean, she made me feel happy and at ease at work.

I shook my head quickly and made my way to the smaller carts. Sneezing, I brought out a drenched piece of notebook paper.

Noodles, alright. No idea how Mom's going to cook those. Most likely she'll try some weird meatloaf with them. Which, don't even think she knows how to make meatloaf. I grabbed two boxes as stated on the list, hearing the noodles hit the box in soft clatters. Maybe I could make some macaroni and cheese with it? Yeah that sounded good.

Now we need bread. I could make some boiled eggs soon and make egg salad sandwiches, yeah that sounds good too.

"Hey Theo."

And I need mustard to make that, although I don't think we have any left since Mom used most of it. And mayonnaise might as well get a big tub of that since we rarely don't use it.

"Theo?"

I tapped my lips, I could get the wheat bread with the sunflower seeds in it, that would taste really good, I've always liked wheat bread compared to white bread.

"Theo!"

I uttered a small screech of surprise, jumping a little. I met eyes with the one and only Emily. She looked concerned, and for some reason I couldn't figure it out. Oh, that's right, last she saw me I was having a freak out. I could just feel my bad day looming over me like a dark cloud from a thunderstorm.

"Uh… yeah?"

"Are you alright?" It held two meanings and I caught it quickly as she quirked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, just you know, shopping."

She tilted her head at that, making me want to edge away from her, she was holding the mothering feel over me right now, her concern doubling that of my own Mom when I broke my arm at five. I recall Mom saying it was a fact of life and I had to deal with the pain till we got to the hospital. Of course she argued with the E.R doctor saying all I needed was my pediatrician, not some huge bill to find the cause of my 'aches and pains'.

"Do you… want to come over to my house?"

I pointedly stared at her as I set a loaf of bread into my cart, quickly followed by mustard as I walked with her in tow.

"Do I want to? Who will be there to make fun of me this time?"

She looked at me with a saddened expression, her smile that was almost there at any moment dropped in the far reaches of wherever she buries anything within her mind.

"No one, I'll make sure that no one is there except me and you."

I looked at her long and hard, my mind whispering in small billows of smoke through the creases in my brain.

Go with her.

But what if Paul is there?

Is she lying?

You'll have to find out.

I nodded a little bit, my hair falling in a curtain upon my face. When my hand pushed it back to look up at Emily, I found her smiling with a warm glow emitting from her body, as if my mere presence would bring her great joy.

"I'm glad you can."

"My pleasure."

Now if only they had a movie where the main characters were leading carts off into the sunset.

Now that would be something amazing.


The car ride to Uley house was relatively quiet, and was only broken when a new song came on the radio or me or her would strike up a conversation.

I really wanted Emily as a friend, I just wasn't sure about her yet. It was awful nice when she would speak to me when I was ignorant about the whole werewolf drama. When the truck that she had conveniently told me was Sam's; stopped in front of the Uley house, she told me to stay and here and clear it out.

It was obviously filled with people, I could hear the whoops of greeting when Emily entered. Then all was quiet. A cascade of footfalls sounded against the wooden porch, then squishing sounds across the muddied driveway. I sunk lower and lower into my seat. A hand tested the door handle, and I squeaked and lowered myself lower, my neck felt horrible, being at that odd angle.

Sam Uleys face appeared in the windshield after finding the truck locked. It was set in a straight line, his mouth was.

And I didn't want to talk to him, that, or I really didn't know how to respond to him. It was a lose, lose situation in terms of talking. So I just stared at him. He nodded ever so slowly, and walked off.

It was only a few minutes when Emily came back out and gave me the all clear.

Her arm going over the top of my shoulder as I was led up the creaky porch. She was an aunt figure to me. Not a mother figure, no, I already had a Mom. My Mom was great. Emily could be a great aunt, if she hasn't already gotten a niece or nephew yet.

She sat me down in a wooden chair that had scratch marks coming from the underside to the top, going into deep rivets.

Frankly, it scared me a little, knowing that they could do that much damage.

When had I started calling them they? Were they…

"Emily…"

She was seated across from me, her hands folded under her chin, her face expressionless.

"Go ahead and ask, hearing from Paul might scare you a bit."

I nodded, crossing my arms and putting them on the table, my head coming down to rest on them. My brown hair billowing around me.

"Are… they still people?"

I expected her to chuckle when my gaze wandered to her face. But her eyes were soft with understanding.

"Yes, they're still people, but vampires… I can't say the same for them, they're hearts have stopped… But us, they beat wildly, and blood still pumps through their veins. Vampires are cold, and hunt us. While Wolves are extremely warm, and they hunt vampires."

"What do you mean they're… warm?"

She blushed with a small smile.

"Just the overall body temperature. Having Sam just hug me for more than a minute causes me to break into a drenched sweat."

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, my body shivering a bit to ward off the cold. I numbly brought a hand up through my hair, breathing in deeply.

"Why am I involved, because I'm assuming that I'm one of the few that knows about this."

Her expression hardened again, and she just looked at me, as if she was deciding if telling me was something wrong.

"That's not something I'll be able to tell you right now… I just.. I know you don't want to talk to him right now, but Paul is the only one who can tell you."

My head popped up awful quick at that exclamation.

"What… why?"

"Trust me, I know how your feeling, I've gone through this before."

Compassion and sincerity was within those few words, and all I could do was nod at her.

"Is… Paul going to hurt me?"

She looked taken back for a moment, then another smile was upon her face as she got up, heading towards a cupboard, shuffling through a few tuper wear containers till she got what she was looking for, she came back holding a blueberry muffin with a smile upon her face, the scars being pulled at from her facial expression.

"Here, have a muffin."

The metaphorical muffin as a sign of friendship was right in front of me, waiting for me to take a bite of it. It could be poisoned like an apple in Snow White. Slowly filling my blood stream with untraceable poison, waiting for the traitor to slowly speak to reveal their schemes. But then again, the muffin could be perfectly fine, and no one would get hurt by the traitor that in which was not there, and never was.

I smiled up at Emily, my hand coming forward with a small advance of caution, grabbing the precious food.

"Thank you."


I'm sorry for laying off and not doing my daily updates I did for the first chapters.

I stupidly decided I was going to start this story while my family is experiencing medical problems.

I know, I know. I'm extremely stupid.

But I like writing, like the idiot I am.

And reading. Reading is fun…. Extremely fun when fanfiction is involved.

I can't even read the DMV manual without heading to my iPod and saying, whoops, I'm reading Sherlock fanfiction now, how did that happen?

I'm actually quite sorry for the shit chapter I posted last time, it was regular crap compared to what I usually write, everything was going too fast, and it was just utter crap in the toilet bowl.

OH! To end on a happy note, I just bought some shirts from RedBubble. Coolest site ever. I got a Princess Monoke shirt, Fallout 3 shirt, and two Legend of Zelda shirts! And now that I'm thinking about shirts again, maybe I should get an A-Team shirt(80's series mind you) Maybe something about Murdock! A Portal 2 shirt sounds good too, but every shirt I wanted had the word Damn or, I'm going to blow your house up with explosive lemons. I don't think my school will react well to the words damn and blowing up your house with lemons. They were scared enough as it is when a kid threatened to shoot out our school. Explosive lemons would not end up well in their mind since they've also got threats of homemade bombs.

P.S I also understand in some instances that I don't follow the English language such as this sentence for example,

"No one, I'll make sure that no one is there except me and you."

Emily says me and you because from what I'm used to and seeing as I am raised in a town such as Forks, I'm writing what sounds like an acceptable way that people would talk in the town of Forks.

Sort of think of it like Huckleberry Finn (I haven't read it myself, but my sister told me that the words were purposely screwed up to make it seem real) so please don't mind that! I write what seems like a context that would be used in that area.

And if you're a fan of the Walking Dead (aka I just started watching but know half of the show already from reading fanfiction) Just think of Daryl and his Southern accent, and ya won't care about how my people speak. (Saying you're a fan of his)