I couldn't move for the first couple of minutes when I woke up, I didn't for another five minutes after that, curling further into my warm blankets, remembering what happened the night before. My window trap had not been reset, and I wondered if I should feel grateful that a vampire didn't attack me again. Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be easier just to give up and let them kill me, granted I don't think I would even be that lucky.

Sighing, I sat up surprised at the lack of pain I was feeling. The bruise had turned a yellow-green and would probably soon disappear, the scratch on my chest mostly closed save for the middle where her nails pierced the deepest. I touched the top of my head and only felt a bump that remained, though still tender.

Looking out the small window, I saw stars peeking through the leaves of the trees. I wonder how long I have been asleep, god willing not super long, I don't need that to become a habit after being injured. Sliding off the bed, I padded into the living room and then did a double take as I noticed a group of people once again awkwardly standing around my home.

Edward and Carlisle were staring at different bookshelves admiring the sheer amount of books I am sure. Emmett was playing some video game on the console with Danny and Jeremy watching so intently that they didn't notice the creak of the floorboards. At least if they noticed they didn't look my way.

Carlisle turned to me immediately when he heard the floorboard. His eyes went from attempted comfort to inquisitive almost immediately, and at the same time, I felt my stomach drop as well as my heart. This caught the others' attention and then suddenly I had seven pairs of eyes staring at me in concern or scared.

Unconsciously I took a step back, having to refrain from closing the door and crawling back in bed.

Danny stood first, walking slowly toward me like I was a scared animal. He seemed to be mumbling under his breath, but then I realized the edges around my periphery were going fuzzy. I was holding my breath so long that I was going to make myself faint.

Letting out a shaky breath I inquired nervously, "what are you all staring at?"

Danny grabbed my hand and gently led me to the bathroom. I glanced back at the room, my eyes eventually landing and staying on Emmett. He didn't look happy as he looked at my hand being captured by my friend's, but when he saw me looking at him his face went blank.

Walking to the bathroom felt like an eternity even though it was maybe ten steps from my bedroom. I felt like I was in the back seat of my mind like someone else was moving for me. The fluorescent lights seemed brighter than normal, the buzz louder. Danny put his hands on my shoulders before I could look in the mirror. His eyes were solemn, and he didn't say a word but at this point, he didn't need to. I needed to brace myself for what I was about to see.

Nodding to myself I turned slowly to the mirror. My mouth seemed to be the same, as well as my nose, ears, eyebrows, and hairline. Taking a deep breath I readied myself. I knew it would my eyes, but as I looked at my face as a whole it just looked...different. The face in the mirror, my face, was slimmer slightly, my eyes seemed to glow, the face as a whole seemed... more dangerous.

The buzzing from the fluorescent lights seemed to be getting louder by the minute, although the view around my periphery was getting cloudier and cloudier once again. I took a deep breath and it came out very shaky. It didn't seem to be helping, and I could feel myself sway a bit and if it weren't for my friend standing in the doorway I would have been on the floor passed out. I felt him carry me bridal style to the living room as I tried to control my breathing, which to be perfectly honest wasn't working that well. At least I was still human enough to need to breathe at this point. Danny set me down on the couch where he once sat, the seat was still warm, and he sat on his haunches looking me dead in the eyes.

"You are fine," he said sternly.

"No, I thought I was fucking dying, oh wait," The sarcasm was heavy and I could care less if it hurt feelings.

I am so tired of this, I am tired of vampires and werewolves, I am tired of everything.

Standing, honestly quicker than expected, stomped my way to the kitchen, grabbed my severely depleted whiskey bottle and left my own home. This was not my proudest moment, leaving my home with so many people in it, leaving traps unset, leaving without knowing where to go. I stood on the cement, feeling the cold seem into my bones, and decided that the woods would be fine, as long as I stayed near home I didn't see any danger, granted I wish I would have thought clearer, it's the times that we think irrationally that we face the most danger.

I heard tree limbs snap as I was sitting on a fallen tree getting quite inebriated. I felt my already slow heartbeat stop for a moment, but then I realised I just don't give a shit anymore. I felt anger, a lot of anger, and if a vampire came up to attack me at least I could release some stress.

Then I remembered I forgot all my weapons.