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A/N: Finally, another chapter :D I hope you enjoy it, even though it's short. Thank you so much NyxsReincarnation who took the time out of her busy schedule to help me. Without you I'd be nowhere!

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I can't get it out of my mind
How you were left to bleed...
Was it how you dressed?
Or how you act?
I can't believe
How they could act so violently,
Without regret,
Well, we will not forget...
- We Are The Others by Delain

Chapter Ten

Tuesday:

It's been two days since the whole incident with Kim, Callie and Clara. My pack couldn't find a trace of either Kim or Callie, and it was slowly eating at my Alpha's heart and mind. Jason hadn't slept more than five hours over the last two days, and, quite frankly, it was worrying us all. At least Clara was home now.

Drake, Jason and Damian blamed me like I knew they would. Even though they'd been friendly to me when I'd first arrived, they wouldn't spare me a glance now. It hurt me a lot more than I'd like to show, so I tried my best to keep it inside. They'd forgive me, hopefully soon.

Carlisle went back to wherever it was the Cullens lived now, but he'd promised to come back to me soon. He he'd promised to tell me everything, including why he'd been in Port Angeles.

No one was talking to me. Life was going on though, slowly but surely.

Sunday:

It'd been a week since anyone had heard from Callie and Kim. Jason had stopped functioning, which led to Drake (the beta) to step in as Alpha. I knew from the looks he shot me that he wanted nothing more than to throw me out of their Reservation, but as I was a part of the Pack protecting Markham, he couldn't do anything to me. He'd tried, but he was immediately shot down by the Elders. They liked me, they'd said, and they wouldn't allow anyone to throw me out. I was a part of their community now, and Drake and the others had to accept that.

But judging from their looks, they never would.

Tyler was the only one to stand by me, though he didn't talk to me either. It was the kind of silent support, and even though I hated not talking to anyone I appreciated his support. It reassured me that not everybody hated me.

Even Mandy avoided me, and it hurt me so much. It wasn't my fault that Callie was gone, and I really wished they'd stop blaming me. It'd make life that much easier.

"Why do you hate me?" I asked Jacob softly, hesitantly, Sunday evening as I stood in front of him. I offered him a cup of coffee which he accepted rather reluctantly. I sat down on the couch opposite of Jacob, watching him nervously.

"I don't hate you, Bella," he said, though his jaw was clenched as he said this. "We just don't want to talk to you."

Ouch, that hurt. I shakily stood up and hurried out of the room. I couldn't face anyone now. Not even Jacob. I ran out of the room and into the wooded area behind the house. I felt myself shaking, but I didn't know if it was because of anger or the sobs I was trying to suppress. In the end I decided that it was both.

Wednesday:

I didn't come out of my room anymore. Nobody wanted to see me, and I didn't want to see anybody. They hated me for bringing a vampire into their lives, even though it hadn't been intentionally. They would blame me as long as I lived, and I wasn't sure if I could survive that.

"Done moping yet?"

My head shot up in surprise. I hadn't even noticedher enter my room. "Clara, what are you doing here?"

The pale blonde girl shrugged and sat down at the end of my bed. "I'm over everyone being angry with you," she said. "It's not like it was your fault or anything."

My eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as I stared open-mouthed at her. "Are you for real?"

Clara rolled her grey eyes. "Not everyone is a dick, Bella."

"Could've fooled me," I muttered under my breath. From Clara's smirk, I could tell she'd clearly heard me. Pretending otherwise, I lamely asked her, "So, what's up?"

Clara just raised an eyebrow at me. Shrugging, I took the time to study the clothes she wore. She was dressed in tight black skinny jeans that hugged her legs perfectly. She wore a black batman hoodie, and her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. If you looked at her now you wouldn't say that just a week and a half ago, she'd nearly died.

"You should get out of your room," Clara commented, "It's unhealthy to be in here for so long without any fresh air."

I snorted. "I'm not going out there."

"What, you scared?" Clara shot back, a challenging smirk on her face.

Feeling my face flush, I shook my head. "No," I mumbled.

The blonde girl studied me a few seconds. "Why didn't you ask me why I killed my brother?" I gave her a confused look, and she added, "The others did immediately."

I was grateful for the subject change, though I wasn't sure if I was going to like the new one. "It's none of my business," I told her after a while. "I mean, if you wanted to tell me why you…killed him, you would've told me."

Clara only hummed in response. "My brother was a werewolf," she stated boldly.

My eyebrows lifted in response. "Oh, like us?"

Clara shook her head. "Oh no, though I wish he was," she said, smiling sadly. "My brother was a Child of the moon, much like your stereotypical werewolf. He was allergic to silver and he changed on full moons. He hated what he was, and how he and his friend were changed by someone they thought was their friend.

On his fifth change, his girlfriend Anmari showed up at our house unexpectedly. I wasn't home at the time, so I couldn't chase her away. Anmari happened upon Adriaan, my brother, and he couldn't control himself. The wolf had taken him over.

When I arrived home the next day, I found a bloody and naked Adriaan crying over Anmari's torn apart body. I tried to help my brother, but he snarled at me with the eyes of The Wolf. He growled at me to kill him, with tears in his eyes. I didn't want to, but my brother was losing control of The Wolf again. I knew the only way for me to survive – and to save my brother – was to kill him and allow him to be with his Anmari again.

So I went to my room and grabbed my special silver knife – the one that Adriaan bought me for an emergency like this one. I slit his throat and watched him die. After that I called one of his werewolf buddies who happened to be my best friend, and he helped me to create an accident scene. Afterwards I went to his home, and the rest is history."

I stayed silent in shock and amazement. First – we weren't werewolves AND children of the moon existed. Secondly, Clara wasn't the coldblooded murderer I thought her to be. No, her brother had begged her to kill him and had done what he'd asked.

"How old were you when this happened?" I asked her, genuinely curious.

"It happened in the beginning of last year, so I was thirteen. I only turned fourteen two months later in April," the blonde replied slowly.

I nodded. I didn't want to ask her for too many details, and I didn't want to give her pity. I knew that she wouldn't like it. So instead I told her honestly, "You were really brave to do that."

The corners of Clara's mouth lifted up in a ghost smile. Her eyes were thanking me silently and I smiled in return. "You really think so?" she asked me.

"Yes, you were. I would never have had the guts to do what you did. The guilt would eat me alive and I know that I would never be able to live with myself," I told her. Seeing her sad expression, I quickly went on. "I'm not saying what you did is wrong, Clara. I'm just saying I never would have been brave enough to put someone I love out of their misery. You see, I'm too selfish. Like with Kim, for example. I allowed her to change into a vampire even though I knew she would rather die. That is how selfish I am, Clara, and it's not right. Thanks to my selfishness you got hurt really bad. You could've died, Clara, and it'd be my entire fault. And thanks to me, Callie is gone. I tore this pack apart. Not Kim, me."

Silent tears ran down my cheeks. I tried to stop them as I was sick of crying by now, but they just kept on coming. Wave after wave of guilt crashed into me, dragging me under. I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to breathe again, not until I saw Callie and Kim again.

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Kim's POV

"That's not how you do it," I growled irritably at the stubborn girl. I grabbed the deer roughly out of the raven's hands, snapped its neck, and slowly bit into it. As I drank, I kept my eyes on the black haired girl the whole time to make sure she got the point. After draining the tasteless thing, I quickly dug a hole and buried the carcass. I wiped my hands on my bloody sweats and glared pointedly at Callie. Being an imprint, I thought that the raven-haired beauty would at least know what being a vampire entailed. Clearly not, I thought as I watched the vampire opposite me.

Callie was standing opposite of me, staring dejectedly at the fluffy rabbit at her feet. The fluffy rabbit that she failed to drain, might I add. Seriously, Callie was an epic fail of a vampire. When Callie noticed my glare, she quickly grabbed the rabbit and sunk her teeth into its furry neck. After a few seconds the rabbit was drained and dropped onto the floor. Callie shot me a grimace.

"Yeah, I know the taste sucks," I told her while rolling my eyes. "But we'll get used to it. At least I hope we do."

"You really suck at being a helpful mentor," Callie told me sourly, her once-blue-now-red eyes glaring at me.

I shrugged. "Not my fault, I'm only like three days older than you since I changed like right before you did."

The raven-haired woman rolled her eyes. "And guess whose fault it is I'm a vampire?"

I mock-glared at her. "It's the Cullens'," I told her. Heh, I really love blaming them for everything…

"Who? Who's the Cullens?"

I rolled my eyes. Oh boy, time to fill her in. Let's make sure she tears them a new one if she ever gets to meet them! "The Cullens are these assholes who moved into Forks a while ago…" And I told her every little detail.