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La Bella.

"Time to get down to business," I said, and snapped my briefcase shut loudly.

Alice rolled her eyes, and Emmett guffawed. The rest of the Cullens, and the devil herself, stayed silent.

"I'm not here on vacation,"

Only a little.

"I am here because you guys are, and this will totally sound cliche, unfullfilled. Please, discuss," I finished, sitting down in a chair and steepling my fingers.

"Well, it all started.. when I was born," Emmett joked, and I had to interlock my hands to prevent myself from throwing my pen at his head.

"Shut it," Jasper growled.

"Thank you, Jasper. Now, who would care to go first? Tell me what you feel, what you have lived through, and what is causing such tremendous heartache,"

No hands raised, and I realized my approach was not too welcoming.

"Okay, scratch that," I muttered, and looked down at my blank paper, pretending to look down a list of names.

"Emmett," I called out, and locked eyes with the huge vampire.

"Yes, Brooke?" He replied patiently.

"That is Ms. Starr to you, Mr. Cullen," I said, faking coldness in my voice.

He sighed heavily. "Yes, Ms. Starr?"

"Have you ever... lied to anybody in this family?" I asked.

Emmett snorted. "Lying does not exist in a house with an empathetic, a mind reader, and a physic."

I tilited my chin to the ceiling in thought. "Have you ever considered suicide?"

"No."

"Emo?"

"Nope," Emmett grinned, pulling up the sleeves of his shirt to bare his pale, unblemished arm.

"Have you ever commited a crime?"

"Probably," He shrugged.

"Are you bisexual?"

To this, his mouth dropped open. "What the hell, Brooke! I'm married!"

I narrowed my eyes. "Once again, Mr. Cullen. You are to aknowledge me as Ms. Starr. And, also, many men have married or proposed to women, still unware of their true sexual feelings,"

This was just way too much fun to quit.

He groaned.

"Have you ever experienced sudden itching or swelling?"

"What kind of questions are these?" The sound of a chair scraping against the wood floors of the dining room was loud as Emmett stood up.

"And the verdict finds you guilty. 10 years in prison should suffice," With a nod, I pounded my fist on the table. "Dismissed," I said, and stacked my papers.

"Hey, lady. If you have something to say, just spit it out of your ugly mouth already. My nailbeds are suffering because of you," A high-pitched voice put in, and I hung my head in weariness.

Smiling pleasantly at Kasey, I blinked and titled my head. "Excuse me, Ms. Katie? Was there something you'd like to say to me?"

"It's Kasey," She sneered, glaring at me.

"Terribly sorry," I winked, turning my head away.

"Listen, you bottle-blonde bitch. I don't know who you think you are, coming into my house as if you own it. But you can't come in and order me around. It don't work that way, princess," I heard Kasey snap, and then a clawlike hand was pulling on my so-called bottle-blonde hair, forcing me to turn around.

"You've got a lot of nerve. Your house, ha! You wish. I wouldn't be surprised if you were previously living on the streets, waiting for the next batch of kind people to take you in," I spat. "And, by the way. This hair?" I picked up a soft curl and waved it in her face. "Completely natural."

Before I knew it, we were wrestling on the floor, pulling on hair, scratching arms, and spitting in faces.

"Woah, woah, woah!" I heard Carlisle object, the first time he had spoken since I had called our little meeting.

"No, wait. This is oddly entertaining," I heard Emmett chuckle.

"Who do you think will win?" Jasper stage-whispered, and I almost didn't catch it, still in a flurry of nails and teeth.

"I'm betting on Brooke," I heard Alice pipe up, and Jasper agreed.

"Same here. She may look and be an angel, but she's got some fire," Rosalie chuckled.

Emmett seemed in deep thought, but I didn't hear who he bet for, because Kasey was going for my neck.

I quit listening and smacked wherever I could reach on her body.

"You stupid slut!" Kasey seethed in between blows.

"You're lucky they won't let me burn you to ashes!" I hissed in return.

She gasped, and for a moment I thought I had broken a bone.

But we had stopped fighting, and she was looking at a tiny flame that had started up her sleeve.

With a loud yelp, she stood up and began flailing her arm around, apparently hoping to let the air die it down. But the wind did no such thing, instead adding amminution to the fire.

Kasey was out the door and into the kitchen in three seconds. We followed her in and watched, speechless, as she shoved her arm under the faucet and began to cool the flames with water.

"Tell me that was just an odd coincidence," Rosalie muttered, and I turned around to look at all of them.

"Pay up," Jasper smirked at Emmett, who reluctantly slapped a five dollar bill into Jasper's awaiting hand.

Carlisle and Esme were shaking their heads in synch. Edward was, of course, dead silent, even as he watched his girlfriend try to battle fire. Alice was tapping her head beside Jasper, and Emmett accused her of cheating.

"Wow," I simply said. "I think.. I found my power."

Sneak Preview of Among Angels: Chapter Ten.

"Why are you so infuriating?" I hissed, throwing my hands up.

Edward glared, a dead hatred in his eyes."Get out,"

"No worries there," I spat, and stalked out.

A/N: Sorry to leave you guys hanging. I decided to postpone the Edward/Bella/Brooke love for another chapter or two. But I couldn't resist putting in a little spat between Kasey and Brooke. I didn't really know how to write that, but they weren't intending to kill eachother, for now. Just to show eachother who was boss, and whatnot. Let's pretend Brooke has the same hard skin as vampires, except it looks and feels soft when you're not in a battle. And vampires can get scratches. And burning hurts them. *turns head slightly* Is that it? I think so.

OH.

BY THE WAY.

Did you like the preview for the next chapter? I am thinking about doing it every time I update starting now. When you review, just tell me if it's a good idea or not.

Thank you, loves!
-Twifly