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The italics last time were a flash back. I realized later I prolly shoudla cleared that up then. Sorry for any confusion that may have caused. It made sense in my head.

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Night had fallen by the time Regan decided to return home. As she neared her home, she could feel the tension in the air. Her family was waiting for her to return and for the fight to ensue.

Regan walked in the back door, closing it silently and just stood in the living room for a moment. Her family hadn't noticed her arrival and was still throughout the house. The crisp smell of fresh paint wafted down the stairs along with the scent of a recent shower, Edward's, she assumed, smelling his shampoo. Wyatt appeared in the doorway, a tentative, unsure smile on his face.

"Hallo Regan," he greeted amiably.

"Where's my brother?" she demanded.

A hurt look crossed his face briefly until he got his smile back up. "Upstairs I think,"

She smiled gently at him, reassuring him without words.

"Oh Edward," she called up the stairs, menace hiding within the music of her voice, "I'd like to have a word with you."

After an instant, Edward was at the top of the stairs and an instant more he was standing across from Regan, his shoulders squared for a fight. The rest of the Cullen clan appeared in the doorways and along the walls of the living room. Wyatt excused himself quietly, he felt that this was a discussion for the family and he was perhaps intruding. That, and Regan looked about ready to behead someone and he didn't want to be in the area.

"How's your human?" Regan spat, narrowing her eyes in challenge.

"What's your problem Regan?!" he yelled.

"My problem," Regan snarled, "is that YOU put this family in harm's way by saving your little pet!"

"PET?!" he yelled in return. "You're just jealous of her!"

Regan recoiled, as if struck.

"Jealous? JEALOUS? IS THIS JEALOUS EDWARD?" she roared. "I JUST WANT TO PROTECT MY FAMILY FROM EXPOSURE AND YOU FROM MAKING A MISTAKE THAT WILL ONLY HURT YOU IN THE END!"

The air between them stilled and Carlisle took the opportunity to step in.

"Edward, you were justified in saving Bella, especially if you felt it would have caused you to lose control. Regan, you are right to be upset, but yelling like this won't solve anything." Edward relaxed his stance a little but Carlisle's little speech seemed to infuriate Regan more.

"I'm with Regan, he should have let the van crush her. We aren't supposed to be intervening in human's lives like that," Rosalie said from her place on the stairs.

"Today was supposed to happen, I had a vision- " Alice began.

"Oh, you had a vision Alice? Do tell? Why didn't your fortune telling prevent this eh?" Regan snarled again. At the look on Alice's face, she regretted her words, but was too angry to take them back. Regan's anger was like the storm raging outside, it would be fierce and unforgiving until it wore itself out.

"Regan," Jasper said warningly. Calm tried to seep into her awareness and she roared at the empath.

"Do NOT fuck with my emotions right now Jasper!"

A new silence formed between her family, this time, hurt and offended. Regan met eyes with Alice who looked about to cry. She had caused hurt within her family and she needed to be alone. A peal of thunder shook the house and the power flickered on… off... on… off for a bit and when it came back on, Regan was gone out the front door, slamming it so hard that the frame popped out an inch from the wall.

Carlisle looked at Esme who looked back at him apprehensively. "It'll be alright," he said not only to Esme but the rest of his family, "she just needs some time. She always does."

The vampires began to disperse, each with their mate and Edward growled. He stalked to the back door and slammed it behind him as well.

Edward stood in the pouring rain for a bit, letting the cool water wash over him. After a moment he spoke. "Don't defend her to me," he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

Wyatt had been trying very hard to be still and keep his mind silent but apparently Edward had still sensed him.

"I wasn't going to defend her- I agree with you. You did what you thought was right. As did Regan. I believe that we are granted these abilities and great strengths to protect the weak. Things are changing in your family. Regan, she's had a hard life and I can tell she struggles with change."

"Oh yeah," Edward retorted, "How do you know anything about her?"

"She told me, last night," he said aloud, she told me everything, about her past, about yours. She has great affection toward you and she fears that you will fall in love with your singer and you will either lose control and kill her or she will die eventually and you will be heartbroken.

Edward stood in the rain silently, taking in this stranger that his sister was growing attached to and sighed.

"You should go after her, she has a tendency to let go of her humanity and just run on instincts until her anger dissolves. She can get a little violent, if that's hard to imagine," he smiled weakly. "I normally go after her, but this time, I don't think that would be the best course of action."

Edward turned around and said nothing more. After a moment, he heard a rush of wind and knew that Wyatt was gone. He sighed heavily and went back inside to his room to think. As much as he tried to justify his actions, he couldn't help thinking of Bella affectionately. How did things get so complicated so quickly?

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Wyatt watched the beautiful vampire take down a massive grizzly from afar. There was the carcass of another bear she had felled a few feet behind her. She was beautiful in her lethal grace and powerful attacks. He watched her without any of her disguises. The woman before him was the most beautiful thing he had or ever could behold. Her cocoa tresses curled in perfect insanity and her golden eyes glowed iridescently in the cool air that the storm had left in its wake. Her skin was the same alabaster stone that his was, but hers looked softer, more feminine. She had taken his breath away.

She killed the bear, taking its blood as prize. When she was finished, she became aware of him. Regan growled territorially, her golden eyes deepening to the deepest ebony imaginable. The vampire before him did not know him, didn't know his past or his powers, she knew only that a stranger was infringing on her meal. She moved with catlike grace and growled again, challenging him.

He raised an eyebrow. Challenge? Fine, he thought with a smile. He wouldn't hurt her, nor would he give himself into his instincts as she had. Someone had to be responsible. But his eyes did darken and he gave in a little.

They circled, a deadly dance. She made no move to attack him, she just studied his every move and noted every motion. She growled a challenge again, and he leapt at her. Regan dodged him nimbly but pushed him firmly, adding to his speed and causing him to lose control. He somersaulted head first onto the damp earth and she was on him. She clawed at him and roared. Wyatt managed to capture her hands and stop her assault. He used his greater strength and size to turn over, pinning her to the ground. He smirked, victorious. Regan thrashed and struggled and bucked as hard as she could to get him off of her.

"I win," he said gruffly.

It seemed that his words stirred something within her and she stilled instantly. The onyx faded to brilliant gold and she lay there unmoving. He saw the moment that she came back into her senses and her eyes widened.

"Are you alright now?" he asked softly. She only nodded at him and he moved off of her. She sat up and looked at her hands in her lap. She sighed softly and looked up at him. Pain and regret were obvious in her eyes and he moved next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "Everything's going to be alright,"

She began to sob dry tears and he pulled her close. She buried her head in his neck and just cried. He whispered reassuring things and rubbed her back until the sobs subsided.

"What have I done this time?" she asked his neck.

"Diminished the bear population?" he asked in careful jest. He felt her smile just a little.

"I've insulted and yelled at pretty much my whole family. Poor Alice, I was so spiteful to her. Its like I couldn't stop myself from saying those things."

"Do you feel better?"

She sat back and looked at him. She didn't speak; she just looked at him. He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"I suppose," she said quietly.

"Well then, maybe it was unavoidable. Perhaps you just had to have it out with your siblings," he said, a sage-like quality coming out that she had not noticed before.

"Thanks Dr. Phil," she said with a weak smile that slowly grew in intensity. It fell when realization lit her face. "You must think I'm insane and have no control!" Horror was evident in her eyes. Wyatt was beginning to get the feeling that any emotion she had would be written like a billboard in her eyes.

"No," he said with a chuckle, "I actually had fun. Really. Promise."

"Promise?" she asked gently.

"I already did!" he said with a laugh.

She sighed. "I guess this means I have to go back and apologize."

"Only if you mean it, never apologize unless you mean it," he said standing. He offered her his hand and helped her up.

"So should I throw eggs at Edward's window then?"

Wyatt laughed, a booming warm sound. "Only if you let me help."

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Wow! Another update? Holy cow! Should I encourage this type of behavior by submitting a review? Heck yes.