Okay so im typing up the sixth chapter right, and my fingers start feeling really cold! I really hate it when that happens so I didn't plan to write another but after an hour or two of channel surfing and no results I decided who cares if I get arthritis right?! So here you go!

Disclaimer: Anything that can be identified as Stephenie Meyer's belongs to her. The rest is just simply mine.

-KENDALL-

The moment I heard the unusually deafeningly loud click of my door closing, I fell to my knees. My hands covering my face as I wept openly, I didn't stop when the door opened and closed behind my turned back. I knew who it was and Jeff was the only one who was able to console me whenever I cried. He knew the perfect time to talk, and the perfect time to shut up. My twin knew how to rub my back in a certain way so that I would calm in a matter of moments. He was also an expert at making himself look like an idiot just to make me laugh, even for a moment.

But at this moment the atmosphere around us told him to be as quiet as possible, sometimes when in this state I could be literally deadly. (A/N: okay yeah I just noticed that the whole emotional atmosphere thingy reminded me of Jasper… just pretend that connection didn't exist cuz that's not at all what I'm going 4 here. Thank you) He only rubbed and scratched my back soothingly, I hadn't noticed it at first but his hand started to shake viciously on my back. I instantly pulled away, afraid he might shift and if he was angry I wouldn't want to be that close to him. Then I saw his face. It was shinning with tears as well. His hair looked as though he had racked his fingers through it millions of times and the over flow of tears hadn't ceased just yet.

He looked at me questioningly, but when he looked down at his shaking hand he understood my cautiousness. "Sorry 'bout that sis," his voice cracked softly, and I found myself in his usual position. I was consoling him as he wept into my shoulder. After a few minutes his body stopped shaking, he pulled away, and stood briskly. He walked very quickly to the window and stared outside for a minute or two. He turned around his eyes slightly red but other than that he gave no reason for people to believe that he had cried. He smiled.

"I thought you were the one who needed comfort."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I think we all do. Mom needs it the most." I moved from my position on the floor to my bed. The soft blue comforters feeling much too inviting at the moment.

Jeff cocked his head, "She never told us about what we are, Kendall." He shook his head incredulously. "How could you be on her side?" Jeff came to sit next to me, and he leaned back on the wall on the side of my bed trying to figure out my intentions of my way of thinking.

"Did I say I was on her side? I'm mad at her too, Jeff, but that doesn't fix anything. We're still freaks! We're freaks in our own freakish world! How is anger towards Mom going to help?!" He was a little surprised at my outburst but the words sank in heavily. His face instantly became apologetic.

"Sorry mom," he whispered, knowing that her vampiric senses would allow her to here his apology. "What can we do about it?" he asked me.

"I'm not very sure, but the way Ray explained it made me think that we have to get out of here. I don't think the pack knows that mom is a vampire, except for maybe Rachel and another possibility is dad but that's unlikely. He treats her too much like a human. Also we cant shift until we leave this place . . ." I trailed off.

Jeff seemed as confused as ever. "Why would we have to leave?"

"Jeff," I laughed darkly. "We may be werewolves, but at the same time we are vampires. They will take our lives before risking those of the reservation."

Fear, real fear showed in his eyes, and his whole body stiffened. "Do you think they heard our thoughts from when we shifted earlier?"

I thought for a moment and came up with the most positive answer I could. "I don't think so, our minds were to clouded with anger and denial for them to get a clear straight forward thought. I think we are safe for now."

"Well where will we go? Who do we go to?" Jeff asked, his body relaxing but not fully.

"Rachel's daughter."

My twin sat up pin straight, his face a mere six inches from my own. "Since when does Aunt Rachel have a daughter?"

I sighed and plunged into the small tale I had learned from prying into the Rachels mind. "I can see peoples pasts. I don't know how or why, but it just started about six months ago. And today when Rachel was telling us about what we were I received . . . a flashback. Mom and Rachel met coincidentally by the cliffs near the beach. Rachel was holding a baby, her daughter, our cousin. Mom asked if she could hold the little child and Rachel instantly complied. The moment Mom made contact with the baby; she knew what she was, what the baby was, and what we would become.

"Also, Rachel's child is something more than we are . . . She is the reincarnation of Mom."

There was a moment of complete silence, and shock. "Wow… but Mom's still alive…"

"I know. When we came back home I looked into Mom's past. Jeff, she has millions of pasts. She's not just a vampire, she's the fifth vampire on this Earth. The first five were given special gifts and mom received the gift of reincarnation, shape shifting and the hiding of secrets."

"Well if she can hide secrets can't she just hide ours?" Jeff asked confused.

"IF our blood consisted fully of vampire blood then yes, it would work, but we've got dirty blood if you will. We're werewolves too. She has been hiding this secret all our lives and we have just a short amount of time until that safety runs out on us."

"How long until Mom won't be able to protect us?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly.

I took in a long, steadying breath, although it helped with nothing. "A few days I think."

It was silent once again and Jeff started to pick at a frayed piece of loose string on my quilt of my bed. "Who is Ray's daughter and how can she help us?"

"You know the new family that moved in about a week ago? Their eldest daughter Beth is the one we must find when our lives suddenly turn to hell. She is going to be our coven leader… or pack leader whichever way you want to put it."

At that moment Bella Black walked in through the door. She rushed towards us and pulled us into her arms, holding much tighter than she ever had. She kissed our foreheads, our hair. "You'll be fine, I can tell already," she whispered into our ears. I couldn't help but notice a small amount of uncertainty in her words