All the characters in this story that you don't already know from the Twilight series are based on actual people.

They belong to themselves, I believe. ;D

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Somewhere in North America...

Why can't I find them? That poor excuse for gravity Edward killed my little sister! All I want is revenge.

I'll kill that good-for-nothing leech and his precious little girlfriend.

No matter what it takes...

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LINDSEY'S POV

I turned on the lights in the living room, and pulled the blinds. I hate mornings, but it at least made me feel a tiny bit better when someone else had to suffer with me. The massive heap of blankets on the couch made grunting noises, so I sat on it.

Jacob yelped. "Lindsey! Get off!"

I grinned, sat up, then yanked off the covers, revealing Jacob, half-dressed and cringing away from the sunlight. He acted more like a vampire now than I've ever seen that Cullen family do. Besides the fact they had Bella, what was wrong with them, anyway?

"Whatever you say. But right now, it's breakfast time. If you're going to stay with us, you're going to have to go by our rules." I threw some of Zac's clothes at him for Jacob to wear instead of just boxers. They were about the same size now. He grunted again and started slowly progressing towards the bathroom.

I walked into the kitchen, following the sweet smell of coffee. My crack cocaine. My reason for waking up every morning and dealing with these lunatics who've grown to be a family to me...

I was expecting aunt Gigi, but instead I saw John was fully dressed by the counter, and had breakfast on the table made for all of us, including Jacob. Then again, he sleeps in his clothes. I ought to try that sometime. Seems very convenient, at the least.

He gave me a sort of half-smile as he spread butter on a slice of bread and asked, "What are you doing up so early? Usually you're the one asleep on the couch."

"You wish." I stuck my tongue out at him teasingly, and headed towards a cup of coffee on the counter. He was right. I may be a lot of things, werewolf included, but I am not a morning person.

"This for me?" I asked, taken aback for a second. Usually it's Gigi who makes coffee for us.

"Yep. Just the way you like it," he nodded, then went back to concentrating on the toast.

I took an experimental sip, then sighed. He's always been so sweet to me. It was perfect.

"Hey, Lindsey, I..." He paused. What was he thinking about? I could only guess the things running through his head right now. Does he know something that Jacob isn't telling us? Or something about the vampires? Or maybe it's something more personal. Maybe-

My thoughts kept going on and on. I'll never answer at this rate. I finally found my voice before he noticed.

Did he notice?

"Yeah?" I asked curiously, wondering deeply what he was up to.

He started again, "Well, there's something I wanted t--"

Just then, at the exact wrong moment, Gigi came into the room. "Morning, kids! How's it going?"

I smiled, "Oh great! John was just about to tell me something."

"What? Oh, um...Never mind. It can wait." He sat there, a faraway look on his face. Okay, maybe that wasn't the greatest idea. I'll just ask about it later, I suppose. What's he hiding, anyway? Can't be too important, if he can't tell our "aunt" about it, also. Maybe it is personal. Guess I'll wait.

While Gigi helped herself to some eggs and toast, oblivious as usual and humming a tune softly to herself, the boys came downstairs.

"Morning!!" Yelled Kris. That's odd. He's usually half asleep this early in the day. What time is it? Nine-thirty? Oh well.

"Hey, where'd Jacob go?" Zac and Jake were glancing around the room. They thought he'd be asleep on the couch. Come to think of it, he's taking a little too long for just changing. He fall asleep on the toilet or something?

"I woke him up and gave him some of your clothes to wear, Zac. He should be back by now, though..." I trailed off as I saw him enter the room and plop down in the seat next to John, reaching for the food. He took bite after huge bite, then managed to say, "Jeez, this is good! Who made breakfast?"

John wouldn't say anything, he was still deep in thought, staring at the counter, so I answered for him.

"Wow. That'll be another reason I came up here." Jake continued eating, then everyone else joined in.

Except for John and I. We're the odd ones. Werewolves are supposed to have a very high metabolism, but we don't really eat much. I'm a vegetarian, too. After the transformation, I just couldn't bear to think of myself as eating something of my own kind.

An animal.

Well, quite honestly, out of John and I...I'm the weird one. Besides the vegetarianism and low metabolism, my skin is cold rather than heater-warm. I'm not muscular or tan, yet very pale and weak-looking. And as far as the legends go, I'm the only werewolf ever known to have a snow-white pelt.

Sometimes I wonder if the pack is lying to me.

Maybe I don't belong.