"Ah, Shane," his first period teacher said as he checked his watch. "Five minutes late to class, I see. I'm afraid that I will have to write you up for that."

It was the day after his house burned down but for all the care that the school showed it may as well have been a decade. But Shane had expected this, in fact he embraced it. "Tell me, Mr. Smith," he said slowly, smiling slightly. The smile never reached his eyes, which remained dead and cold. "Does your wife know that you are fucking Mrs. Lawson?"

The silence that followed this statement was all encompassing. The teacher, who had been in the process of writing up a referral slip for detention, went still. He, very slowly, raised his eyes to meet Shane's. "W-what did you just accuse me of?"

Shane strolled forward and leaned on the desk. He didn't care if they all became aware of what he really could do, he wanted to cause them as much pain as he could. Every single one of them. "I didn't accuse you of anything," Shane purred. "I made a statement of fact. Going to deny it?"

"How dare you!" Mr. Smith snarled, punching his desk in his anger. "How dare you say that I would ever be unfaithful-."

"Mr. Smith, your entire marriage you have been unfaithful," Shane cut in, a wicked glint now entering his eyes. "But don't worry. The truth will set you free. I told your wife all about it. My guess is she is packing her bags right now. You really should have locked your phone, she might not have read it then."

Mr. Smith's face went pale and he ripped his phone out of his pocket, hurrying out of the room as he dialed his wife. Very slowly, a wonderful feeling of vengeance blossoming in his chest, Shane turned around to face the rest of the class. He spread his arms wide and smiled at them with the same cold and dead look in his eyes. "Now then," he said, cracking his neck. "Who wants me to ruin their lives next?"

"That was seriously fucked up." One of his classmates, a girl he had grown up with, named Jessica said to him. "Who do you think you are?"

"Oh, I see we have a volunteer," Shane said. Years and years of being able to read the minds of his classmates had left him privy to all of their dark secrets. He had never intended to use them, but all was fair in war. "Hey, Jessica, how does it feel to know that you are the reason that your older brother left our little town?"

She went quiet, but her body shook in rage. The fact that her brother had left town was common knowledge, and many knew she blamed herself, but Shane knew the whole story. "Poor, imbalanced, pathetic little Jessica couldn't handle the fact that your parents' attention wasn't all yours. All you wanted was for them to pay most of their attention to you, your brother could have the scraps right? So, you did everything you could to make sure that he was the furthest thing from their mind. You whored around and caused them to worry and then got stellar grades so they had no choice but to focus on you. You knew he was feeling neglected, but did you care? Of course not."

She burst into tears and fled the room. The rest of the room was now clearly wary of Shane, none of them wanting their secrets revealed. Shane's heart was soaring in his chest with malevolent pleasure. This was revenge, this was perfection. "Right then, whose next?"

After three more students were ripped apart by Shane the others quickly exited the classroom. "As if that will help you," Shane called to the last of them as they rushed out. But he lapsed back into sullen silence after they left, the temporary happiness he had harvested at their experience fleeing him. None of them had been the ones who had set the fire to his house, much less knowing who the culprit had been.

"Having fun?" Renesmee asked, leaning against the door. Her expression was judgmental in the extreme, clearly having heard everything that had taken place in the classroom. "Because they clearly weren't."

"Does it look like their happiness matters to me even in the slightest?" Shane asked, turning to face her. He saw her flinch when she met his eyes and he read the pity in her thoughts. "Didn't think so. Now, if you excuse me, I have lives to ruin."

"You can't keep throwing out everyone's secrets for everyone to see!" Nessie said, grabbing his arm. "It's not right!"

"And burning down my house is?" Shane asked. He shrugged his arm loose and began to head to his next class. Predictable he was intercepted by Jasper, Alice, Edward, and Bella. The four vampires and Nessie shepherded him into an empty classroom and locked the door behind them. "I know what you are going to say, so don't waste your breath."

"You might know what we are going to say, but that doesn't mean we aren't going to say it," Alice snapped, angry for the first time since Shane had known her.

She was about to say something else when Shane pulled a pocketknife from his jeans. He flipped it open and pressed it to his palm, holding it tightly against his skin. "Go ahead," he said, almost begging. "Try to tell me what I am doing is wrong, or-or-or even overreacting. Go ahead, please, I would love to hear that. I would love to hear how none of these people, who are all happy that my house burned down, deserve what I am going to rain down on them."

"We aren't saying that they don't deserve this," Bella said calmly. "But if you keep throwing out your ability for all to see like that something is bound to happen."

"Like what?" Shane barked out a short, dark laugh. "They going to burn me at the stake for being a witch? Not like they haven't had practice burning things down before."

"What are you hoping to accomplish here, Shane?" Jasper asked, genuine curiosity in his voice. "By making them suffer."

"You see, that's just the thing, Jasper," he laughed. "I don't want to accomplish anything. I want to tear them all down, I want them to hate me just as much as I hate them. I want to find out who burned my house down and I want to… I want to…" Shane searched desperately for the words of what he would do to the person that had taken everything from him. But he didn't know what he would do when he found them just that he wanted to make them hurt more than he did. He wanted someone to feel what he was feeling, he wanted them to feel worse.

Edward heard all of this but his face was impassive, not giving the slightest of hints as to what he was thinking on the matter. Nessie, on the other hand, her face revealing her thoughts without the need to read them. She pitied him. They all did. Shane dropped the knife onto the floor and kicked it away, the temporary adrenaline that had fueled the action now leaving him. His face returned to a sheet of glass that gave nothing away and moved past the vampires. He half expected one of them to grab him, but they didn't. They turned to watch him close the door behind him as he headed to his next class.

"Any ideas, Edward?" Alice asked heavily.

"He's broken," Edward answered. "And he wants everyone else who caused this to break as well."

"We have to do something," Nessie insisted, her worry for her friend written all over her face. "He can't keep just outing everyone's secrets or someone will take things too far."

"Just wait until he finds the one responsible for burning his house down," Jasper said darkly. "He'll rip them apart. His emotions are swirling all over the place, but he has a massive pool of rage bubbling just beneath the surface. If he finds out who did it I don't know what he is going to do."

"We have to interfere before that happens." Bella said firmly. "I could wrap my shield around the people in his class, that might help."

"Anger might fade with time, but rage intensifies." Jasper shook his head once. "Besides, you can't follow him around for the rest of the school year. That would be like putting a bandage on a volcano."

"I have an idea…" Nessie said slowly, crossing her arms over her chest. She turned to look at the others, biting her lip in thought. "But he won't like it. He won't like it at all."