A/N: Okay! Hi! SOO, the answer to last chapter's GUESS THAT SONG was…. Wonderwall by Oasis! WOOHOO! Congrats to the ONE person who got it right... Brevanna! YOU ROCK! I hope you enjoyed your prize! Anywho, Abby has graced us with a new chapter!

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"We better start cleaning up," I said turning to the living room. The glass coffee table was broken and the sofa was on its side. Some paintings were on the floor and the flower vase on top of the piano was shattered. The piano wasn't broken, though. That was all that remained of the living room that once was, thanks to the fight earlier that day. I imagined what Carlisle would do when he saw it. The thought made me laugh, and it turned my thoughts away from the conversation Edward and I had. Xander groaned, "First we get in a fight with a bunch of vampires with superman strength, then we have to clean it up while they go hunting! What luck." Well, I personally don't give a damn. Just get it cleaned up before Carlisle comes home. This Xander person was getting on my nerves.

"Just wait till the head vampire gets home," I said referring to Carlisle, "He'll be pissed. Big time." He stopped groaning and picked up a painting on the floor and hung it back up. I smiled at myself. I could threaten people with my family. Hehe.

I looked toward Angela and Willow. They were whispering things in each other ears' and giggling. Buffy stood next to me. I looked confused. "Willow's gay." She whispered in my ear. My mouth dropped open.

"They're related." I said astonished.

"If Edward was your second cousin, you would still love him, right?"

"If Edward was my second cousin, I would have died twenty years ago."

"Good point."

I watched Bella sweep up the remains of the vase that was on the piano. It was a very beautiful vase, very enteric. She picked up the withered remains of eleven roses and one fake rose. She looked at the fake one and smiled, remembering something happy. "Eleven live roses and one fake?" I asked.

"Edward gave me that dozen. He said he would love me till the last one died," she said. I noticed every time she said "Edward" her voice changed. It became softer and kinder. I regret taking this job. No matter what happened, Bella would end up hurt or dead.

"Remember the mission," Giles said softly as he walked past me. Right. The mission: kill the vampires. They are only vampires. They don't have feelings. They are monsters. Nothing more. They hurt people. This is the largest coven in the U.S.. They have to go. We have to make an example out of them. No feelings, only monsters.

Then how can they love? How can they restrain themselves from killing Bella? Does Edward really love her? Is he trying to set a trap for her? But he does love her. The way he talks to her. The way he moves around her. The way he looks at her. He really does love her, and nothing would change that. So how can he feel? He has instincts, doesn't he? Bella is at danger every moment.

I have convinced myself she wants to stay human, that she wants to live. She also doesn't really love him; it's just that he shows so much attention to her that she has to like him. This has to be true, right?

"Buffy, are you going to stand there all day or are you going to help us?" I asked as she starred down at me deep in thought. She got down and helped me in silence. Something was troubling her. She was deciding something. I hope her decision kept Edward alive.

"What the… MY LIVING ROOM! What the hell happened?" Carlisle turned to me to answer. He stood in the door way.

"To make a long story short, Emmet started a fight."

"That's wonderful. And who are you people?" He turned to the rest.

"Buffy."

"Giles."

"Xander."

"Willow."

"They had another companion but he was a werewolf and Emmet put him in a headlock. Then, Jacob Black stopped by to join the fun but then he imprinted on the other werewolf."

"You had an exciting morning."

"Yep."

Carlisle walked to my side and whispered, "Edward told me everything. I have to stay in this house with you or he'll hunt me down and rip me limb for limb." I groaned. Of course he would find a loop-hole. At least it made him feel better.

Dr. Cullen. Of course, he was a vampire. He seemed so nice. He couldn't be a vampire. He was compassionate, too compassionate to be a vampire. So vampires could have feelings. They don't just thirst for blood, and that's the center of their death?

No they can't feel.

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