A/N: I am SO evil. Not updating for this long is truly cruel.

But, I'll upload two chapters today to make up for it! HUZZAH!

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With a newfound grace, she stepped soundlessly across the muck and bracken. She noticed that her feet were bare, and her clothes were torn, looking as if they were hastily stitched together.

Control is for the ignorant.

"I'm sorry," Alice apologized, glancing at the frayed garments. "We had to salvage what was left of your clothes, and then sew them together. I can organize outfits fairly well, but I'm not much of a seamstress. We'll find you something else after we hunt. I promise."

Bella nodded.

Alice continued on, "But we just thought that it would be kind of impolite to leave you without clothes, and all, even if they are a bit . . . grotesque. Edward was not okay with leaving you naked."

Somewhere ahead of them, Emmett snickered childishly.

Control is for the ignorant.

"Emmett, grow up," Alice growled. She turned to Bella again, not caring if she didn't respond. "So are you excited? About hunting, I mean. It may sound . . . barbaric right now, but in all actuality, it can be sort of fun. The speed, the power. Even though we feel ashamed afterward for taking an animal's life, we still feel a rush. But no one enjoys it more than Emmett."

"So true, Alice, so true," Emmett laughed. "I think I hunted some when I was human. Big game was my sort of thing. That was why I was in a forest when Rosalie found me, I believe. Old habits never die."

When Bella cocked a perfect eyebrow, he asked, "You never heard my story, did you?" She shook her head.

He began with the few fragile memories of his years as a human. The tales he spoke of seemed so dark, so sinister. The times he would stumble into a friend's home for the night, too drunk to take notice his surroundings. Women graciously opening their beds to him, only to wake up beside a cold pillow. Moonshine and whisky dribbling down his unshaved chin. Walking down an thick trail until the pain in the bones of his feet was too much to take. Claws, snatching at the fabric around his muscled chest, finding their way to his skin and flesh. Angels taking him into flight, their blond hair swaying gently around his face. Fire licking at his body, crystallizing the very life within him. Fevered, passionate kisses across his stony body. A family. A true, loving family.

Control is for the ignorant.

"Emmett thought he was in hell when his change began," Edward laughed. "Once he even said, 'My angel. Where did my angel go?' It just about broke Esme's heart."

Rosalie turned to Emmett. "Were you talking about me?" She laid a hand across her chest.

"Yes," he murmured, looking down in embarrassment.

"Oh, Emmett! I love you more than you will ever know," she whispered into his ear.

He shivered under her delicate touch.

"Break it up, lovebirds," Alice interrupted. "We have a newborn to teach, okay? Hunting is an art that is sculpted by years of experience."

Emmett snorted. "You eat it. What exactly is there to learn?"

"Many things. Control, for instance. What if, when she gives over, a hiker comes by? Do you think she'll be able to stand it? You're forgetting your early years, Emmett. It wasn't exactly Candy Land." She traded the grimace for a blinding smile. "Ready, Bella?" She nodded her head weakly. There was a large gulp heard.

Control is for the ignorant.

"It's alright, love," Edward reassured kindly. "You'll be fine. I have faith in you."

"Do you smell anything?" Alice asked. Bella nodded. "Does it smell good, delicious? It's your prey. Before you give over, which is the easiest part, I'll tell you what you need to do. Focus on the scent. That and only that. If anything else happens to smell utterly scrumptious, do not go towards it. Even though we're in a pretty secluded area, there could still be hikers. Don't eat them."

"People are friends, not food," Emmett chimed in.

"Exactly." Alice giggled. "Once you've focused on the scent, use your senses to try to figure out where it is. You'll be able to do that now that you're a newborn. Your hearing and sight have improved by thousands. After you know where it is approximately, you can give over. But even after that, stay in control."

"Especially once you're done feeding," Rosalie advised. "Come find us after that. Don't let anything else catch your attention."

"Think you're ready?" Jasper asked. She nodded. "All right. Let's go."

Control is for the ignorant.

They each raced through the forest in different directions. Bella hesitated in the clearing for a moment, but charged off a minute after. As the speed enraptured her, she closed her eyes happily. The wind swimming through her hair made her giddy. Once deep inside the cover of trees, she searched for the enticing scent Alice had spoken of. When the rich, deliciously hot smell of her prey caught her attention, she sped off.

Alice didn't say it would smell this good, she thought. It's feels so wrong, but it smells so good . . .

Instead of still remaining in control, she gave over to her senses completely. The muscles in her legs pumped furiously, carrying her easily over the rough terrain. She ran quietly for miles upon miles, never stopping. As she approached her meal, shouts were heard.

"Bella, no!" Edward called.

She paid no heed to his worry. Without thinking, she sank her teeth into the fleshy neck of a young boy.

Control is for the ignorant.

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A/N: Yuppers. It's a cliffie.

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