Hey all, welcome to chap 10! This is from Alaizabel's P.o.V, and she's basically just giving you an insight into what's going on in her mind.

Enjoy!

Chapter 10: A stirring beast.

I was surprised at how hungry I was.

As I was dropped at home, my fleece precariously covering the scrapes I had received that day, I suddenly realized that I was famished. It gnawed at my stomach, that uncomfortable feeling of a vacuum in the pit of my gut building by the minute. Bella had tried to get me to eat before we left the Cullen house, but I already felt like an intruder on their fantastical existence already, I hardly wanted to enhance the guilt by eating some of their food. Although, I had wondered, how could it be inconveniencing them? It wasn't like they were going to eat it anyway.

Bella dropped me off in her faded red truck, the booming noise of the engine giving us both an excuse not to talk. I slipped out of the cab and closed the door, not meeting the pair of concerned brown eyes staring at me.

"Thanks Bella. I'll see you later" I mumbled to the floor.

"Yeh. You take care. Call anytime." She replied

"Bye"

"Bye"

I barely heard her farewell as I'd already started walking towards my front door the moment my parting had escaped my lips. My keys shook in my hand and I struggled in the fading light to see which the right ones were.

Dad ran down the stairs when he heard me come in.
"Where the bloody hell have you been? You were supposed to be home over 3 hours ago!" He shouted. There was never the sort of angry-concerned-but-relieved tone to his roar, it was just plain anger. I some times wondered if he got angry because it screwed up his timetable, not because he was worried. I glanced at my water-proof watch. Holy crap, it was already 8.15, how long had I been out?!

"Sorry Dad, we lost track of time, we were just goofing around." I mumbled feebly

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"Where were you anyway?" He asked incredulously.

"The- the Indian reservation. We were hanging out with some of Bella's Quileute buddies." I replied. I wasn't lying, not really. I'd just been economical with the truth. He'd freak out if he'd known I'd been anywhere near the water, let alone in it. I suddenly felt a flush and annoyance at his over reaction, my cheeks burning like twin stoves.

"We are trying to settle down here, I can't have you being irresponsible like that. You could have at least called me or something! Alaizabel, don't you DARE walk away from me!" He shouted as I headed up the stairs, stinging tears flowing freely down my cheeks.

"Alaizabel! Stop! Don't you d-"

"Enough." I growled at him, staring at him with as much power as I could muster. I very rarely HATED anything or anyone, but right now I honestly could have hit him. Hard. Hard enough to kill. I could see it in my mind, my arm snapping out with lightning speed, the palm turned to slam straight into his Roman nose, the cartilage shattering beneath my hand. Blood everywhere. My ears were ringing, just like after hearing an explosion. Inside my head, a little voice was goading me to fulfill the option, and I shook on the spot as I fought it down again, its little cackling laugh disturbing me.

"Just... ring next time you're going to be late." Dad said blankly, his unjustified anger gone completely. He turned and walked into the kitchen.

I only realized I was snarling and my fists balled when I glanced in my bedroom mirror. The girl I saw startled me. She was tense, muscles taught and ready to pounce, teeth bared in an animalistic display of aggression, eyes wild with unrestrained violence.

The girl in the mirror was me.

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"Alaizabel?" came a concerned voice beside me. Why the hell was I dreaming of Bella? I'd much rather dream about the Cullens.

"Um, Edward?" Bella said in the fog of my sleep. Ah, there we go, my favorite dream was about to begin, albeit with an odd start.

"Alaizabel" came a velvet voice in my ear. No WAY was that a dream. There was not a chance I could imagine something that perfect. My eyes snapped open and I felt a chill hand clamp itself over my lips with a gentle but restraining force.

Edward removed his hand slowly, staring at me with cautious eyes. I felt annoyed again; hadn't I proven that I was not a psychopathic killer who wanted to kill the Quileutes and Bella? Why was he still so wary?

"We need to go, now." He said plainly. He didn't order me to move, but I got the feeling that if I had protested, he's have dragged me along anyway.

"My clothes?" I gestured to a pile of them lying over my chair. I felt embarrassed that both of them had seen my room in its usual tip. But I didn't want to walk around in my thin pajamas.

"We have something for you to wear at the house, but we really have go!" Bella whispered. She fidgeted, continuously glancing at my open window. Ah, that explained a lot.

I was too stunned by the situation to ask why, and Edward jumped down with me after he had put Bella in the Volvo. We drove into the dark, the car edging 80mph.
I had not gift of foresight, but it didn't take a genius to tell that something was going to happen, something to do with me. Occasionally Edward would glance at me in the rear-view mirror, his dark topaz eyes indecipherable. I prayed to whatever was up there that I wasn't facing my death sentence, and swell of panic building in my chest.

"We are not going to hurt you, Alaizabel." Came his dark beautiful voice. I jumped, and my suddenly startled face must have frustrated him more.

"I promise, it's not like that. You just have to trust us. Trust me" He glared at me through the mirror, like he was trying to brand the message on my skull with his eyes. Their ferocity and beauty made me feel terrified and amazed.

He swiftly looked away, and for the rest of the journey, never once looked back at me again.

So, what do you think? Any comments, reviews and questions are more than welcome!

Coming soon: the next chapter will be from our Cullen patriarch - CARLISLE! And here, Alaizabel and Amaya will meet for the first time (dun-dun-DAH!)