I smiled politely and nodded for Alice to continue, my heart racing for a moment. Whenever someone said they had a question for you it always made me nervous. She glanced at the rest of her coven before looking back at me before taking an unneeded breath, I saw a look cross her face quickly, a look of regret, before she asked me if I was like them. I told them no but I was getting there and explained that my scent came from me being fed on by vampires so much and them leaving small traces of their venom in my blood. I noticed Carlisle step closer to me, fascination clearly on his face as he looked me over, the rest of them clearly surprised. My friends knew, one of the times I came to work, they didn't believe my asylum story and knew immediately what happened. I took another, larger, swig of alcohol before explaining that there weren't many changes since it seemed to be in a very minimal stage. I didn't mention Sym, he was harder to explain since I hadn't heard of a vampire with a power like him. I had heard that vampires sometimes gain powers that correlate with their personality or circumstances.

"So you have traps because...?" Alice asked purely curious.

"Over time I have been hunted because of my scent and while I am sleeping or bathing it is nice to have a second to get my bearings and be able to fight back."

"Which is the ax?"

I nodded and looked at Danny to go grab it for me. He knew where the one in my bedroom was, the one in the store stayed under the desk, and the knife in my boot I had placed on the table. Jeremy took a step closer to look at the object, not having seen it before. I leaned back against the counter taking another drink, waiting for the alcohol to kick in. I felt awkward having someone see these things because they were barbaric and not something a human would normally have. Danny returned and placed the heavy ax on the table and it made a heavy thump, I noticed Emmett raise his hand like he was going to place his hand on his neck, I noticed a small scratch and knew immediately he was the one to come into my room.

Edward threw a look at Emmett, and I realized he saw the image of my memory and Emmett consecutively in my head and put the pieces together. He knew then that I had hit him and Emmett had barely escaped.

"This is fascinating, why an ax though," Carlisle asked as he picked it up.

"Easier for decapitation," I shrugged, looking at Emmett as I said it.

He noticed.

Finishing the glass, I turned to the counter and poured more whiskey into the glass. A flash of decapitated heads flashed through my head, I took another drink before turning back. Emmett was staring at me, eyes clearly filled with curiosity. My heart sputtered a moment and I could feel my cheeks flush, I quickly averted my eyes to the table and took another drink. God willing I would get drunk at some point. I couldn't understand how I was having these feelings for a person who tried to kill me, this was idiotic, I wasn't going to be that girl. I was not going to fall into this pattern, and I was not going to deal with this bullshit right now. I felt my anger rise the more I thought about Emmett and his effect on me. I took another drink before placing it on the counter and crossing my arms and crossing one leg in front of the other. I watched Carlisle take the most interest at the weapon before turning his gaze to me, his gold eyes looking for something in my eyes, though I could see pity in his.

"It's not a preferable method of surviving, its pretty brutal but it is what it is. It's either kill or be killed and I haven't found an easier method."

I felt Sym start to slither back to me, circling Emmett one last time before scurrying back to me and up my pant leg without anyone noticing. I observed my cat saunter into the room and chirp as she stood by her food, which had a partially showing bottom. Puma stared directly at me, not caring at all about the abundance of people in the home.

"I'm not doing this with you again, you have food."

Chirp

Glaring at my cat, I realized I had just talked to her in front of people. I walked over to her dish and shook the bowl, satisfying her weird hatred of the bottom of the bowl. My friends snicked at me before I shot them a glare.

"Not that I'm trying to be rude or anything, is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Not at this time, I am sorry to take up your time and it is late. We should be going," Carlisle nodded toward his family and fluidly they made their way to the front door, put on their shoes, and start to leave. Emmett turned to look at me, he opened his mouth but I held up my hand. Somehow I knew what he was going to say, I don't know how I knew he wanted to say something about us.

"I told you, it is your problem and I am not drunk enough to make it my problem. It's not like you are happy about the arrangement so there is no need to talk about it. Just ignore it, you've done it thus far I assume, at least since our fight."

The last part sounded petty, even to me, but I was tired and in pain and my inebriation was wearing off. Emmett's gaze lingered a bit before nodding and following his family. He never looked back and honestly I would like to say that I was okay with that, but some part of me hurt. I shut the door and went back into the kitchen to have more of my drink. I picked up my pipe and took a long drag of the herbaceous plant before slamming the alcohol.

"So," Danny drawled out smirking, "you and Emmett, huh?"

"I don't know if you want glass shards in your head or you think I am far enough gone to actually talk to you about that." I poured another glass and quickly slammed that before looking at the bottle and taking a swig from there.

"Jesus woman," Jeremy scolded, taking the bottle from my hand.

I would like to say I was drunk enough, I would also like to say I didn't get drunk that night after reclaiming the bottle, I would like to say I didn't dream of him. I would like to say that, but I can't.