Odile's bleach blond hair was stained scarlet, making the birds nest clump together as it dripped with blood onto her wide shoulders, while she ate her dinner, formally known as Hadi Mc Largen.

Sure she loved hands and feet for dinner –which from her observations were just like chicken wings– but the mess was a pain to clean up! The blood would go everywhere and she would have to bleach her hair that night which stung like hell!

Her pupils in her dark brown eyes –that if court in the right light looked ebony– seemed to dilate as she started on a manicured pointer finger. Sucking all most all of the A positive blood out of it, from where it had been severed just after the knuckle. A positive was her favorite type of blood, through her parents could never seem to tell what the different blood tasted like, all they cared about is whether they could have there wine.

Letting her thoughts wonder –as her teeth racked the ringer for more succulent meat- she couldn't help but remember how much fun she had had when shopping for there dinner. Like everyone else shopping was just another thing you had to do in life to survive, but this time they had gone to a different supermarket. Normally Odile and her mother would go out on a Friday night and pretend to be prostitutes, get a guy to pick them up, then tell him about a house where they can go. But little to the mans knowledge her father would be waiting there to kill them. While telling the man about the house she would joke around and call it the S House, but it wasn't S for slut like the man thought it was, it was S for slaughter. The house was an old redbrick at the end of a street with modern houses making it stand out more. No one could see into the house as it had thick curtains covering the dirty windows that looked like they hadn't been cleaned in years. To them it would function almost like a butcher's shop, in the way they would go and pick the meat they wanted for the week. No, this time there had been no prostitutes, but had consisted of her constantly begging her parents to kill the queen of all bitches ever since she had started school, only giving into her 10 years later. They had gone shopping on there normal Friday night, following her to some party, where she had gotten wasted and stumbled out thinking that Odile was one of her friends, there to helping her home. She highly doubted that anyone had seen her with Hadi, as everyone else was also extremely drunk. Leading Hadi to her parent's car a few streets away finally arriving after 2am after stopping3 times to puke.

It did feel good to finally be rid of the person who had always teased her about her flat chest and Y body shape, comparing it to her X body shape and big boobs –that Odile suspected were implants–. But she was unsure what way of shopping was worse she put the finger bone down on her plat before licking her sausage like fingers clean. Tomorrow she would have haggis for lunch, while sitting in her normal place in the yard, listening to Hadi's friends wonder where she was and why she adn't called them.

Odile moved to the U.S after police had given the chair to her parents as soon as their trial finished and they had been convicted of murder. Which was highly unfair in Odile's views as people kill to eat all the time, what was any different from them killing to farmers killing cows? She had moved to a little town in Washington called Port Angela's because she had come across some news of people raping and killing girls, so what a good place for her to make her new home, she could do the area a public service by cleaning up the streets. While buying some books for school, she overheard two girls talking.

"He is such a stalker Bella, why you haven't asked you dad to have a restraining order put on him is a wonder, I mean he is the chief of forks."

A kind voice said in the other side of a shelf of books.

"Ang, you know Charlie would never do that to his friend's son, no matter how annoying he is. Why he can't just leave Edward and me alone I don't know. He knows that we are engaged and all!"

This sounded like the perfect person for Odile's next weekly meal. Later that day she drove to Forks and hung out around the police station to follow the Chief of Police home. She thought were else to find a creepy stalker but the stalkee's house. She didn't have to wait long for Charlie to come out and while she waited to make sure that she didn't look suspicious she pretended to look at some maps. It was easy to follow the car as it was a small town and you didn't get stopped much. She would have to think very hard about how she was going to take this guy out of the picture if he was the son of a friend of a policeman. She pondered all of the different tactics while she walked back up the road in a small woods area that looked like it was cutting the back of the chief's property.

I didn't have to wait long until I herd a noise approaching me. I quickly pulled my butchers knife out and lunged at the person. There was a streak of white and someone holding me in strong arms and they had my knife in hand.

"Who are you?" They growled quietly.

"What does it matter?" I spat out in reply.

"Because I want to know why some strange girl is hanging around my betrothed's house." He had an old style of talking like someone from the early 1900's.

"Are you that Jacob guy?" I asked

"No. Why do you want Jacob and why would you think he would be here?" he asked, but before I could answer he spoke again.

"Oh, no I'm definitely not Jacob but if you hang around here for another five minutes you'll be sure to find him. He will either be a big wolf or a Native American boy around 16. He might heal fast so you'll want to stab him a few times then cut his
neck to make sure he really is dead."

I didn't get a chance to question this strange person farther as to why he would be a wolf but I stayed like he told me to and sure enough a native American boy arrived a few minutes latter. I was perched up and a tree at the time and sent the butchers knife flying down at his back. Jumping down I grabbed the knife and stabbed him a fear few more times and cut his neck just like the other guy had told me to. I tied rope around his legs and started to drag him of to my car.