Hello My Lovely readers…I'm sure you all want to throw rocks at me for not updating for so long, but you can't blame it on me! I had the whole chapter typed out and everything but then my sister wanted to use the computer so I let her and she ended up turning the computer off without saving the chapter and it was lost. I really am sorry and to make up for it I will type an extra long chapter just for you C= please don't abandon me, I would be very discouraged cause this is one of my favorite stories to update! I love doing random disclaimers so, I do not own any of the twilight characters. I only own Vivian, David, TJ and Claire's parents. Anyway, enough of my nonsense and on with the story.

Chapter 12

Hunted Claire

Claire's POV

Tick, Tick, Tick Aunt Emily's favorite grandfather clock ticked away the seconds. I let out a huffy sigh, making my temples tingle. I was lying upside down on the couch with my hair touching the floor and my legs dangling over the top. Quil was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago to take me patrolling with him, Seth and TJ.

It turns out that TJ was the white wolf, and the guy who I didn't know. Kinda funny, huh? I called him Snowball. Aparently, I took the whole story about the wolves pretty well, better than anyone expected. I had known that there was something crazy going on, but nothing like this. I may have been calm and collected on the outside as Sam was telling me the story, but I was actually screaming inside. I'm way better now, though, because it was just a tremendous shock then.

But anyway, Aunt Emily was shopping, Uncle Sam was…well doing whatever he does and all the other boys were off making trouble. I had no one to hang with, no compadre to mingle with.

And that was a good thing. I never was alone anymore, so I never had time to practice. I tumbled off the sofa, almost breaking my neck, then got up and started pushing it back toward the wall. I pushed all the side tables and the T.V. and chairs and moved the rug and put out the candle on one of the side tables (Just in case).

Luckily I was already in a pair of comfy shorts and a tank top so I didn't have to change. After stretching, I walked to the very far end of the room, touching the back wall. I put my hands up and fell forward into a front flip, then into a side spring that led into a back hand spring, topping it off with a round-off.

"Gosh, I'm a little rusty," I mumbled to myself. The living room was huge so I didn't have to worry about running out of space. "I need music."

I ran upstairs and grabbed my I-pod shuffle off my bed. When I got back downstairs, I played hide and go seek with the I-pod dock…it was hiding. Finally I found it underneath one of the sofa cushions, and put the I-pod into the dock. Twisting the little circle, I found 3Oh!3 and played Starstrukk.

For at least another hour I practiced tumbles, jumps, flips and anything else I possibly could. I hadn't noticed Quil was leaning against the wall by the front door until I landed right in front of him after doing a backflip. I let out a little scream and almost punched him in the face.

"Don't sneak up on me like that! Everyone knows that I scare way too easily." I shouted, gasping for breath.

Quil smiled and said, "Haha, sorry I forgot. You're amazing at gymnastics though. Have you ever been on a team?"

I shook my head no and he looked surprised.

"Well anyway, do you still want to go patrolling?" Quil asked, ruffling his hair a tad.

"Of course I do! And yes," I said, putting one hand on my chest and raising my right hand. "I, Claire Switchen, promise that if anything happens I will listen to you and not be a stubborn teenager brat. Fair enough?"

"Yes…yes it is." Quil said with a triumphant smile.

As I opened the door I muttered, "Hot head."

^^^On Patrol^^^

"I'm on patrol, I'm on patrooooooool." I sang, mimicking Spongebob .

This was the most boring thing I had ever done. The forest was absolutely quiet, the only sounds were little animals trying to escape Quil's huge paws. Oh, and Quil was walking at like, two miles per hour.

"Quil, when does something fun happen?" I asked.

He growled and I remembered that I'm not supposed to talk. I sighed and fell into his long, soft, brown fur.

Seth and TJ were nowhere in sight, probably a few miles away. Just as I thought that nothing cool or exciting was going to happen, Seth's howl broke through the air.

Now the howl was horrible, blood curdling, but it was worse when Quil took off running at lightening speed. My short hair was flying behind me and tears ran parallel to my eyes. Branches threatened to knock me off Quil's back and slap me in the face.

I was terrified that I would either fall off, fall off and get trampled or throw up. Quil on the other hand had an air about him that emitted anger, confidence and temptation. He wasn't scared.

Abruptly, Quil stopped in a highly wooded area, right before a clearing. He motioned for me to get off, but I didn't. I was still frozen in place in terror and I didn't want to be get off.

Aparently Quil's patience had run out because he shook himself back and forth so that I fell off, into a patch of clovers. Before I could protest, he had disappeared. I got up and said to myself, "There is no way I'm staying here."

Quil had left footprints that I followed for about ten minutes. They stopped by a river but when I go there, that wasn't what I was looking at. After crouching behind a bush I saw a lady, about 4'11" with long, wavy white hair was crouched in a defensive position. She looked extremely young, way too young to have snow white hair. In fact she looked like a teenager. She was wearing a t-shirt, a pair of faded blue skinny jeans and black converse. Her deep, crimson red eyes glimmered mischievously and she hissed at the wolves.

Seth pounced at her, but she moved at a speed too fast for my eyes. Seth came crashing into a tree behind her, not moving afterward. Quil took a shot at her by attacking from behind but she simply ducked, then picked him up and threw him into the woods.

Silent tears streamed down my face and terror cemented me to my spot as TJ tried to outwit her by moving with her. She effortlessly danced around TJ's attacks, then finally sent a damaging kick to his shoulder. He howled out in pain and collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

All of the wolves were down, leaving me without any kind of protection or method of escape. I quickly decided to just hold still and not make a sound, maybe she wouldn't notice me. Her ehad whipped in my direction and I held my breath. I almost peed my pants when she said, "There's no use in holding your breath, dear. I can hear your erratic heartbeat."

Her voice sounded angelic, beckoning me to come out. "What are you?" I whispered in a hoarse voice.

She gracefully walked over to where I was sitting and gently pulled me up out of the bushes. Her hands were ice cold, like she was frost bitten. Her pale skin illuminated her eyes when she said, "Dear, I'm your worst nightmare."

She gripped my arms tighter and lifted me a tad bit off the ground, demonstrating her strength. She brought her lips close to my ear and whispered, "Ever heard of a vampire?"

Seth howled and before I could connect the dots, she had sunk her teeth into my neck, making my blood flow effortlessly. The pain didn't last long because I gave in to the darkness that was quickly consuming me.

^^^The Next Day In Aro's POV^^^

I paced back and forth across the stone floor of the sitting room. Where was Mylya? She should have been back a day ago. This was her first mission as my apprentice and I didn't expect her to fail. She had been training with me for months and she was the brightest pupil I had ever trained. She was strong, fast, smart and stealthy. She had a simple mission, to destroy a little girl that was changed into a vampire at the age of three.

I had become attached to Mylya as well. She had been brought to me so that I could feed off of her, but I saw a spark in her that screamed immortal. I looked into her past and she was a tough girl, living a tough life. I told her I could make everything in her life better, she wouldn't have to live the crummy life she was living.

She was eager to escape the human world, so I changed her. Even though she didn't have a gift, she was becoming even more powerful than Jane, which of course Jane did not approve of.

Speaking of Jane, she walked in the room. "Good evening, master." She greeted me with a small bow.

"What news do you bring of Mylya?" I hastily asked, ignoring her greeting.

She looked a little miffed, but continued. "Mylya completed her mission effortlessly."

I scowled, "Where is she?"

"Master," Jane said expressionlessly, "she will not be coming back. She was attacked by three of those shape shifters from La Push, Washington. They caught her off guard while she was feeding on a girl. They destroyed her."

Anger bubbled inside me and shot out when I said, "Kill them. Kill them all! Destroy every single one of those mangy mutts. Did she kill the girl she was feeding off?"

"As you wish master," Jane said with a sly smile, answering my first request. "And no, she did not kill the girl."

I had a sinister plan formed in my head when I ordered, "Bring her to me, alive."

Dun dun dun duuuuuuun! Oh no! Aro wants the wolves dead and Claire to be brought to him…ALIVE. How will this end? Stay tuned for the next installment of My Screwed Up Life. Mean while please review C= you know you want to.