-1 'I cannot believe you just said that,' said Alice. She was in a state of shock.

'She was being a jerk,' said Leila defensively. 'You don't understand British people Alice! You're American, we're weird.'

'Well, since when has it been normal in any country to ask someone whether they were lobotomised as an infant so that they could get used to dealing with the same level of brainpower as their average customer?'

'Touché.'

'Exactly. Besides, you are the very definition of NOT normal,' Alice pointed out. 'They probably have your picture in the dictionary under 'strange' or something.'

'Well, there is also the definition for permanently hyperactive, and the person in that picture has BLUE hair not PINK-'

The sisters bantered back and forth as they drove back home. As they arrived back at the house, Leila looked at the car appraisingly.

'I really need to get a motorbike.'

'Oh my God,' squealed Alice. 'I am so there.'

'No, I am not having a pink motorbike you sexist pig,' yelled Leila at the fat guy at the dealer. 'I like pink, as you can tell from my hair, but the only motorbike you have in PINK IS A CRAP LOW POWERED SCOOTER THAT ONLY GOES 30 MILES AN HOUR AND-'

Alice cut in. 'She doesn't want a pink motorbike, ok?'

The guy sniggered. He and his mate had been making comments about tarts on motorbikes for the past half an hour.

'Well, only a really butch chick would handle one of my real motorbikes,' he muttered under his breath. That did it for Leila.

'Oh, you are so dead right now,' she snarled. Grabbing him with both her hands, she pinned him against the wall. 'You don't have to be butch to drive a motorbike fatty!'

'Ok, ok, I'll show you the others,' wheezed the guy. 'Just let go!' She dropped him. He slunk into the room with the bikes.

'Wanna ride Alice?' asked Leila sweetly. They had run to the dealers and Leila wanted to try her bike again.

'Are you kidding? Duh.'

They roared down the motorway with Alice whooping and Leila yelling.

'Haha, this is amazing,' shrieked Alice. 'It's like we're outside!'

'We are outside you idiot,' Leila pointed out.

'Oh yeah.'

'You are such a ditz.'

'It's my personal ditz trademark, sister,' laughed Alice.

'Jeez.'

Once everyone had screamed about the motorbike a bit, life went back to normal. Leila was getting nearer to breaking through Edward's defences every day, though he hadn't smelt the person who was tormenting him for a while. But then they went hunting. After they'd split up for a moment to pursue different deer, Leila had drained one when she became aware of someone watching her. She looked up. A human was standing there, just watching in horror. The urge to snap this frail human in half was almost unbearable, but another popped up. Too many witnesses, her brain cautioned her. You can't expose our kind; there might be more of them. She backed away. One of them went for a phone.

'Is that 999? I think I've found an escaped mental patient,' said the girl into her phone in a panicked voice. It was almost funny.

They sent several policemen and some doctors in the end. They all looked wary. She went easily, no point making a fuss. She knew she would be sprung by Carlisle at some point; he could make up a story like no other. They put her in a room by herself. After some assessments, in which she refused to speak, and some food, which she refused to eat, they moved her. This was not part of her plan.

Two weeks went by. Where on Earth was everyone? She had long passed the 'thirsty' stage at this point, and could only exercise her eyes and strength to make sure everyone was too scared to come near her. Every minute took an eternity to pass. She was permanently huddled into a ball, fighting the thirst. In a clinical way, she wondered how long it would be until she snapped.

Three weeks. A haze of madness in which she could only think over and over that she was not going to murder anyone.

A month. Now she was debating the pros and cons of breaking down the door. She dismissed this as being too obvious. Why was it taking the others so long to find her? Did they not care? She would really go mad if she was here for much longer.

Five weeks. She had that feeling that she had had when she had finally snapped her ligament in a rehearsal. She was wearing thin, about to snap. Anything could set her off. Humourlessly, she laughed at her situation. She had no doubt that no one else would have been able to do what she was doing. She tensed again, battling with her monster. Any amount of time could be passing now. She wasn't counting the minutes now. She was counting the seconds. She tried to distract herself by calculating the exact amount of time she had been here. She couldn't focus. There was that same feeling that she had had before, that someone was watching. Her head snapped up, the black holes of her eyes seeing a tall figure against the opposite wall. He looked at her with pity.

'I'm so sorry,' he said. She looked at him. Vampire, obviously. She wouldn't have been able to restrain herself if he was human. She had no idea what she must look like. Her desperate eyes sought his. She didn't dare breathe, so she couldn't talk. He seemed to get this after a while, and asked, 'How many weeks?'

She held up five fingers.

'Crap. That makes everything a lot more difficult. Why didn't you break out? Oh sorry, you can't talk. I forgot. I've got to get you out of here.'

She nodded frantically, not lucid enough to respond with her usual sarcasm. He grabbed her. As he was so tall, he could easily put her into a ball under his arm and carry her in an iron grip. She did a bit of testing to see if she would be able to break his grip. She wouldn't be able to.

After he had checked the corridor, which was empty, he jumped out the window and ran straight to a forest. He dumped her and watched her warily.

'Now, I refuse to take you anywhere there are humans for you to slaughter-'

'You don't drink from humans?' She was surprised. He scowled.

'No, I'm not a total monster like the rest of your type.'

'You're a bit self righteous! If I hadn't cared about human life, wouldn't I have just killed the doctor who came in my cell and escaped? That would be why I was in there, torturing myself, for five weeks. I have never attacked a human. You're not the only one, so take the rod out of your ass.' She glared. 'And if you hadn't noticed, I'm a bit thirsty.'

'Fine. I'll take you somewhere where there are animals.'

'No need,' Leila muttered, before the monster took over and she sprang at the herd of deer passing their clearing.

To her surprise, the guy started laughing. 'That was like the Scottish Vampire massacre. Only with deer.'

'Not funny. I was extremely thirsty.' She had to see the ridiculousness of his statement though and laughed. 'That feels a whole lot better. Where the hell are we? You said Scotland…'