"So what exactly happened with you?" Clay asked me as they brought me into church and sat me down at a seat, the entire club staring at me.

"My mom she was half Quilette, a little tribe of Native Americans living in Forks, WA they have legends; the men in the tribe would turn into wolves to protect them from the night creatures, cold ones, leeches although you may know them as the creatures of fairytales you were told when you were a wee bairn. Vampires. Well the tribes men, now some women, would shift into these wolves to protect the tribes-people and when the leeches were near they would show signs - a heightened temper, running a temperature, easy to annoy, sudden appetite and large growth spurts. Well about a year an a half ago I started experiencing all of these symptoms and my boyfriend at the time had began a little bit aggressive and demanding, I had began acting out and when he told me to do something for him - pick up his drugs, buy him alcohol and such I would do the exact thing he didn't want me to do.
One day he wanted err.. ahh... sex and I just wasn't in the mood, I'd had an argument with a friend and she wasn't talking to me and I pushed him away and he kept trying to get it but I kept pushing him away and he got a temper and tried to force himself on me and I just felt this white hot rage overwhelm me and I started over heating and my body was shaking and everything was blurry and just like that.
It stopped and I looked down and saw these massive dinner plate sized paws. I heard blood rushing and someone groaning and looked across the apartment to see him laid across the flat, his stomach was shredded and his face mangled and he was just unrecognizable. I realized that I had done that to him. I had ruined his body, ripped him to shreds like a piece of paper. I heard his heart stutter and his breath shudder and he died, just like that.

Ever since then I've been running, came across John and revealed myself to him, gave him my everything and he double crossed me, so I took him out.

No one back stabs me and gets away with it."

I explained. The entire room was silent in shock. I took a deep breath of air and a low growl rattled through my throat as bleach, honey and lemons filled my nose. I shoved myself away from the table and just made it out of the room before I shifted and growled at the intruder.

Cullen. My mind growled as Alice crouched in the door way.

"You've exposed our world! They must all die and you, you'll go to the Volturi!" she screamed before lunging at me.

My mind went wild and I crouched down, my muscled bunched and I launched for her. I aimed for her neck and didn't care about the flailing limbs as they dug into my hips and left gashes across my ribs and neck.

Her head needed to roll.

And so it did. Barely a couple seconds later did I hear a pop as my arm dislocated and her head flew across the room.

I shifted back and laid on my side, my naked body shivering from the cold air, my lungs gasping for the air they weren't getting as the wounds on my neck slowly healed - the blood crawling up from my collarbone and settling back into my veins as the skin stitched together and left a little pink scar in its place - a scar that wouldn't fade due to the fact that the thing that inflicted it was my kind's arch enemy.
I watched as all of the wounds healed and left little pink scars in their wake.

The club had all came into the bar area and were staring in what I think was shock or awe.

"Burn her!" I rasped as Jasper ran in with a zippo, flicking it to light and setting the base of her neck alight before piling up her body parts.

Dad turned and ran to his room and returned with a 'Sons Of Anarchy' shirt with a reaped and a pair of his sweat pants that had holes in the knees - probably from how much he'd worn them - and a pair of boxers.
I quickly slipped the offered clothing on and turned to Jasper.

"You're here."