A/N: Yay, an update! I'M ON HOLIDAYS! That means more updates (probably) and less of me bitching about how tired I am. I also really want to write the next chapter, so that should speed things along nicely.

Someone reviewed only on the second chapter (preface) saying it was the 'worst parody ever' and that I was a 'selfish bitch'. It made me laugh.

Chapter Eight: Port Angeles

Tonight was the night I was going to get near gang-raped by a bunch of drunk, creepy men. Hmm, I wonder if they're old. Little Kate would have a field day. Jess, Ang and I were on our way to Port Angeles to do some shopping for the dance. I hoped that I could actually find a dress I liked. My style was a little…eccentric, to say the least.

"Jess, seriously, what is this crap that's playing?" I grumbled, trying to drown out the whiny 'popular' music with the nonsensical lyrics. Jessica turned around, glaring at me.

"Eyes on the road girl," I muttered, hoping she would turn around so we wouldn't crash. Angela giggled beside me, vocalising her concern for out impending doom. Jess turned her eyes back to the road, sighing.

"It's not crap, and we're not going to die, alright?" she said, smirking a little. I sighed, leaning over to fiddle with the radio.

"Yes, it is crap, and no, we're not going to die. Now that you've turned your eyes back to the road at least," I grumbled, trying to find a station I liked. "Ah, here we are."

The shattering beats of some form of heavy metal filled the room, and Jessica turned to me, her gaze filled with murderous intent.

"I was listening to that. And besides, what is this shit?" she spat. Note to self: never take away the girl's music again. I shrugged, ignoring the angry glare she sent my way.

"Nothing wrong with whatever the hell this is. I quite like it, actually," I responded, brushing my annoying fringe out of my eyes.

We both prattled on for a while before settling on having the radio off and just talking.

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When we got to the dress store, I immediately started raiding the racks for anything wearable, eventually surfacing with a deep purple dress with a halter neck. Along with a midnight blue garment, I headed to the changing rooms, Angela in tow, leaving Jessica searching the racks some more.

I tried on the blue dress first before deciding that it didn't really suit me. The purple one, however, I loved. It reached to my knees, the skirt layered and slightly poofy. I twirled, enjoying the way it swirled out, the top layers transparent and slightly shorter than the rest.

Practically dancing out of the small confines of the room, I found Angela waiting outside, dressed in a pale pink number that accentuated her thin frame perfectly. She looked at me and grinned, stepping around me to get a better look.

"That suits you perfectly," she said once she was facing me again. I smiled softly before telling her to turn around, wanting to get a look at the back of her dress.

"Can't suit me as well as that does you. Seriously Ang, you look wonderful." She grinned back before heading over to the shoes and trying to hunt down ones that went with the outfit. I joined her, shifting through the piles of shoes before finding ones I liked. They were just simple black heels, but they went perfectly.

Angela held up her dress, twisting her ankle to get a better view.

"Ang, I do believe you've made another great find. Seriously, if you do not get those I will murder you in your sleep," I said happily. The pale pink shoes went perfectly with her dress, the colours almost matching. She smiled, obviously realising the whole 'kill you in your sleep' thing was a joke.

"I think I will get them. They'll never go with anything else, but they're on sale anyway, so who cares?" she said, a smile gracing her features. I nodded, grinning.

"Exactly. It's nice to spoil yourself every now and again anyway."

Now I wonder if that silver and onyx bracelet my dad got me from Mexico would work with this ensemble?

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"Oh, shit, I have go to the toilet!" I exclaimed as we left the store with our purchases. Angela just laughed, and I scowled at her.

"Okay, okay, the nearest one is over that way a bit. Just keep walking and you'll find it eventually," she conceded, pointing out the general direction. I shrugged, trying not to seem nervous. One of my many weird quirks was my abandonment issue. It stems from a whole year of being alone, with a book as my sole company, after my best friends abandoned me.

Eh, you never really fitted in anyway.

But I do now, and that's what matters.

Angela, obviously seeing my nervousness, shot a worried glance at me. "Do you want me to come with?" she asked, a look of concern crossing her features. I shook my head, already walking away.

"I'll be fine!" I shouted. After all, what was the worst that could happen?

You really shouldn't have said that.

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I really shouldn't have said that…

Told you so; and now look what you've gotten yourself into.

Shut up! I'm being stalked by strange, creepy men, and I really don't need distractions right now!

Someone had started following me about five minutes ago, and I hardly wanted to just turn back and pass him. That would get me captured for sure! It was times like this that I wondered why I hadn't taken self defence classes after all. I had passed by a group of people – my stalker among them – a few minutes ago, but I didn't think that I would get lost like this! It was getting increasingly obvious that I was heading towards the darker regions of town, and that tripled my anxiety level, which was high enough as it was.

As I passed through the empty streets, I noticed another man joining the one that was already trailing me. Shakily, I kept walking, and then started running, trying to lose them. In the end it proved futile.

Stop worrying and do something for Christ's sake! Let me out, you idiot!

And what will that do, huh?! You're not going to help anything!

I can take 'em! And all we need to do is hold them off until your knight in shining armour comes along and rescues us.

Ugh, I will never think of him as that, especially after reading that essay. But seriously, promise you'll go away once all this is good and done?

…Fine.

Be glad I'm doing this at all.

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(A/N: Okay, when the POV changes it's a little complicated. Basically, font like this is now Ez, and font like this is my 'dialogue'.)

So nice to be out and about again, don't you agree? I remarked to that annoying little bitch in what was now my head.

Just keep walking, and try to lose them.

Yeah, yeah, I know. "Look," I muttered, placing one foot in front of the other, "I'm walking. Left, right, left, right, so on so forth. Happy now?"

As happy as I can be in this kind of situation.

Good, you're learning.

Honestly, that stupid voice needed to learn how to loosen up a little. Having a good time wasn't that bad, now was it?

I heard chuckles behind me and, whipping my head around, I caught sight of two of my soon-to-be-victims. The poor souls, they were about to be pummelled into the ground.

Like you'd care.

Oh, but I wouldn't want my victims to suffer… too much.

Huh, that's just like you; ever the sadist.

Where do you think I learnt it from, hmm?

I walked faster, wanting – believe it or not – for this to be over and done with. I may not mind beating people up, but I'm not an idiot, and the odds were clearly not in my favour.

I rounded a corner, almost bumping into two other men.

They must be the other part of the group.

I can think for myself, you know. I'm not an idiot, and I'm not slow.

I never said you were.

Of course you didn't…

One of the men grabbed my arm, preventing me from walking any further. I glared up at him, drawing back my other arm, ready to punch.

"Hey babe," he slurred. I wrinkled my nose at the stench of alcohol on his breath. Disgusting. Grinning, I let my fist sail into his face, my smile growing at the crunching sound the injury caused. He keeled over in pain, clutching his nose.

"You little bitch!" he exclaimed as his friends started to surround me.

"Not very creative, are you? I've heard much worse insults," I snorted, inching towards the last remaining gap. Suddenly, I barrelled forwards, making the other men jump out of the way. My foot flicked out, effectively tripping one that tried to grab me on my way past. He cursed before landing flat on his face.

I ran, trying to lose them, but they were slowly catching up.

Let me out, damnit! You said you would once we had lost them!

But Kate dear, we haven't lost them yet.

It's good enough for me, and I don't trust you as far as I can throw you.

Well then, you must trust me quite a lot seeing as I am you, and you can quite easily throw yourself off a building. It would be a very long way to the ground.

You know what I mean.

Oh, I know alright.

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I don't quite know how I came to be sitting in a restaurant, nor do I know where my jacket had gone, other than the possibility that it had been lost in the fight. As such, I was now shivering a little from cold, and the Sparklepire opposite me wasn't exactly helping.

"Are you cold?" he asked, a concerned expression plastered onto his face. My old response was a glare and a little eye roll, as if to say 'are you thick or what?'

"Here, take my jacket," he offered, proffering said piece of clothing. I reluctantly took it, slipping the item around my shoulders. The sleeves were too long, so I ended up having to roll them up. The jacket only succeeded in making me colder, but I knew it would help in the long run. Stupid freezing Sparklepires.

"Do you want something to eat?" His melodious voice – no, don't think like that – interrupted my musing, and I nodded, picking up a menu. One dish caught my eye, and I grinned.

"Spaghetti bolognaise would be nice," I said. Edward nodded, looking around for a waiter. After I had placed my order we sat in silence, both of us drifting into thought. The silence didn't last long, and I was the one to break it.

"So, uh…what exactly happened back there?" I asked. Seriously, I still had no idea what had happened after I got my body back! Edward raised an eyebrow, obviously disbelieving. It was understandable; after all, how many people wouldn't remember getting attacked?

"I'm not quite sure," he said cautiously. "When I got there you were running away from a group of suspicious men. They were obviously trying to hurt you. Do you really not remember?"

I shook my head. In a way it was true; I really didn't remember. Having Ez taking over was like an out of body experience, so they really weren't my memories.

We didn't speak again until he drove me home.

"So," Edward said slowly, "tell me about these theories of yours."

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A/N: Yay, nice long chapter! Almost two thousand words exactly! Anyway, hope you enjoy it, and sorry for any spelling mistakes and the like. Again, I didn't end up sending it to my beta, and I'm too lazy to edit it myself. I just wanted to get this chapter posted.

Anyway, hope you look forward to the next one!