A/N: Here's another chapter for you. See? I can be good.

Renesmee and Bella and Chief Swanson were greeted at the desk by the deputy. They exchanged quick words and then were allowed to approach crystal who reached through the bars towards the other girl. Their eyes locked and tears pricked at the corner's of the half-vampire before she grabed the outstretched hand and interlocked their fingers, a move not expected by the vampire. A surge of longing went through Crystal, a surge that she ignored completely.

"Crystal I'm so sorry." Renesmee sobbed.

"No I'm sorry. I went a little crazy. You'll forgive me, won't you?"

Renesmee nodded, with a small smile. "I already have."

She bit her lip, convincingly unsure. "And Jacob?"

"Him too. We feel so bad Crystal, I swear. This is all my fault and I'll explain everything as soon as you're freed."

Chief Swanson cleared his throat then and Crystal gave him her attention. "There's not much we can do right now. They'll bring witnesses through in a few days to ID you and after that, probably set a trial date."

She frowned. "But I didn't do it."

"We have to get you a lawyer." Bella cut in. "Carlisle is willing to help us pay the expense since we know you can't talk to your parents any more. Don't worry Crystal, we'll take care of you."

Bella's expression was endearing, it really was. But the time her dotting, motherly looks put Crystal at ease had long since passed. As she returned the expression with as much of a grateful smile as she could manage, the only thing on her mind was how very soon the only looks Bella would be giving her would be filled with regret and possibly hatred. It was a nice thought.

"For now, just hang tight. They haven't assigned anyone to your case or set your bail yet so there's not much we can do right now. But we'll be back tomorrow." Chief Swanson said sighing. The whole ordeal was probably really stressful for him. A part of her thanked him for putting up with the whole thing.

Renesmee clasped her hands a little tighter. "It's gonna be okay," she offered before reluctantly releasing Crystal's fingers. She looked after the trio as they went to the exit, catching the hopeful glance her once-love aimed at her as she left the jail. Mrs. Damien whistled, bringing Crystal's attention to her.

"Seems like you know some pretty important people." When Crystal didn't respond, she continued. "You with that girl or somethin'?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Got a problem with that?"

The woman shrugged. "Nope. Just reminded me of me and my husband when we were youngins. We used to look at each other like that, still do sometimes." Something about the confession was charming— the idea that the couple had been together since their teenage years and that their relationship had weathered all the years that had since passed and all of the misfortune that had surely befallen them. But more than anything, it made Crystal sick. Those people were despicable and the idea of them having anything remotely similar to that which was once shared between Renesmee and Crystal was disgusting. The woman was lost in a reverie and she mused aloud "Are ya'll in love?"

"Not anymore."

And with that Crystal sat on her bed and ignored Mrs. Damien and begun to think. When the call for lights out came, Crystal feigned sleep and continued thinking. It was all she could do to keep the terror from unhinging her. She started laying plans out for the next few days. The Damiens would be easy enough to handle but the Cullens might prove more challenging. So many mice, so many traps to set up. She was confident but as her plans formed, for a very fleeting moment, she acknowledged— only to herself— that maybe, just maybe, she did need Alec.

…

In the morning she was offered food, which she ignored. Mrs. Damien, for whatever reason, found it easy to talk to her and so did endlessly. The irony of it was not lost on her, that as a child the woman never spared her more than a passing glance and a few harsh words but now bared her soul. She talked about her husband and how she missed him, how he was on the run, paying down gambling debts. At lunch she talked about how she really wanted a smoke and that real prisons let prisoners have at least that. But she was forced to shut up for a while when Renesmee visited again, sitting outside of the cell and talking to her through the bars. For the first time in a while their conversation mirrored the thousands they'd had before- simple, engaging, and pleasant. This time when she left, Renesmee kissed Crystal's hand through the bars and the mark her lips left behind was subsequently rubbed away on Crystal's pants. And as soon as evening came around, Mrs. Damien started back up and she went on and on about the house she was trying to keep and the disappearance of a young girl in town which turned out to be a suicide.

"She was a pretty girl too, looked a lot like you but different eyes."

Crystal only nodded. So that's what they'd done to explain her disappearance huh? The dead don't stay dead indeed. "Why'd she kill herself?"

Mrs. Damien sighed. "Who knows? We've all got demons, eh?" She paused. "Well you're pretty young so maybe not yet. I sure as hell do and they've been chasing me my whole life, and that little girl was one of them. Come to think of it, I think the one that just offed herself had the same name."

Crystal tilted her head a little, interested. "What happened?"

"Same thing that always happen; life." She shook her head. "We needed the money, mostly for bills and blow. She never had no one, poor thing. We saved her from an orphanage y'know, gave her a great life. She had everything she needed but the state took her away from us, picky bastards. So what if we got high here or there, we took care of her. I regret losing her."

Crystal smiled bitterly. If they had been as badly on drugs as she was beginning to understand, it made sense that her memory was a bit off. Perceiving the abuse and neglect she had suffered through as responsible, even loving, parenting? Disgusting.

When lights-out came the only thoughts she could muster were of how alone she was in the dark cell, and how hungry. The two things battled within her, the hunger winning out. Her mind raced— there were only three other prisoners and the deputy. She could easily kill them all and escape. It would be the easiest things to bend the bars of the cell away and steal the deputy's gun, shoot everyone and feast, leaving behind a convincing scene of escape and ensuing tragedy. But there was so much at stake, and she didn't want to risk her plan but she was just so thirsty.

She reacted before she knew what she was doing, grabbing the hand that had touched her shoulder and forcing the person beneath her, pinning them down with her hips, teeth to their throat.

"I doubt you'll find what you desire there."

It was Alec. She sat up, back to her senses, averting her eyes. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be taking care of the mission?"

"I came to deliver this to you." Above his head he held a large-ish jug filled with what she could smell was blood.

"Where did you get that?" They were whispering, and she knew it was impossible for any human to hear them.

He smirked. "A rather generous couple I encountered a few towns over."

She took it from him, moving faster than she'd meant to, opening the jug and tipping it back. The blood flowed down her throat like water down a drain and she couldn't drink it fast enough. That familiar feeling of satisfaction was quickly washing over her as she finished drinking, lulled by the quieted hunger. She had tried her best to not spill any but was unsuccessful, feeling a large droplet fall from her lips. Wordlessly, Alec leaned up and placed a hand on the nape of her neck, leaning in close and fast. His tongue caught the blood at her neck and traced the trail back to her lips, licking it away in one long, slow movement. He swallowed.

So did she.

He leaned back into the bed, inviting expression on his face. Crystal ignored him and stood, leaving the jug in her place. "I need you to do something for me."

"Yes?"

"The plan is still a go. Rob the few houses tonight, but after that I need you to find Mr. Damien by tomorrow night and bring him to La Push beach. I'll meet you there."

He rose from the bed, going to stand behind her as she looked up at the moon through the very small window in the cell. Shivers passed through her body as he stood behind her. "Are you sure you want me to leave?" His voice was hesitant.

She didn't. "Yes. And hurry up, or everything will be ruined."

Then he, and any trace that he had ever been there, were gone. She was left alone in the darkness of her cell and with the hunger gone, the fear took over. Instead of letting it consume her, she decided to practice extending her gift, trying to get it to reach her shoulders this time. It would be a long night.

…

When morning came, the deputy was at her cell, unlocking it. She got up, feigning confusion. "What's going on?"

"Seems like a few more robberies happened last night, the suspect was described wearing the exact same thing we found you." The lock came undone and the bars shook as the deputy took hold of them. "He was apprehended and confessed to all of the robberies, including the one you're in here for. So," The cell door slid open. "You're free to go."

She just stood there for a moment. That idiot let himself get caught? Dammit, why couldn't people just do as they were told? "I don't see anyone new." she observed.

"He broke out of police custody. We're still looking for him." the deputy called over his shoulder.

"Hey girlie, looks like you were innocent after all huh?" Mrs. Damien commented.

Crystal frowned at her and moved in front of her cell. She spoke lowly. "Not as much as you might think." At her confused expression she continued. "I feel for you, you shouldn't be here. You should be with your husband."

Mrs. Damien grinned. "Yeah but what can we do about it?"

"I'm gonna break you out." she declared quietly. "I'll be back at midnight, be ready."

And then she left, greeting her former family at the doors of the jail before walking out.

…

The day went by without much incidence, mostly filled with comfortable silences between her and Renesmee. Sitting next to her in the car was an especial treat as she was able to feel the heat that emanated from her body. She was so warm compared to the vampires and it was soothing and distracting and a lie. Throughout all of the moments they shared, Crystal reminded herself of Renesmee's crimes and the pain in her chest was often overwhelming. Renesmee didn't seem to notice, whether oblivious or ignoring it, Crystal didn't know. But in the end it didn't matter, either would work.

Bella took it upon herself to explain about the wolf tribe and the treaty the Cullens had with them. She's apparently spoken with Jacob, the chief, about Crystal's arrival and the pack would not harm her. She mentioned Alec, explaining her position in the Vultori and Bella promised she'd update Jacob. They were officially after vampires, not humans, and as long as they hunted off of the tribe's land, they would be okay. But perhaps more interesting than anything during the exchange was the beautiful frown that graced Renesmee's lips at the mention of Alec. Interesting indeed.

The Cullens graciously offered her a place to stay for the night, but she declined, insisting they had done enough for her already and promising she'd pay them back one day. And oh, how she would indeed. When she left the tiny cottage, it was nearing midnight.

She was back at the jail and looked through one of the windows at the deputy who was on his phone. She made a rather loud noise where she was and watched as the man grabbed his gun and started for the door. Just as he was walking out, she aliped past him, appearing before a very surprised Mrs. Damien.

"How the hell—"

Crystal shushed her as she fiddled with the lock, pretending to unlock it as she in fact broke it. "C'mon, we gotta go now." She outstretched her hand before grabbing the older woman and putting her on her back, running out of the station and towards the beach. When they got there, Mrs. Damien looked like she was gonna hurl, but that was all.

"Wow, what a ride."

"You're not afraid?" Crystal asked softly.

"Not much scares me girlie, and only a few surprises make it through now and then." she said catching her breath.

Crystal smirked. She had to give it to her, she really was a crazy old bitch. "Your husband is up on that cliff with my partner." She spoke matter-of-factly.

Mrs. Damien looked up towards that mentioned cliff and saw two men, one standing with his arms crossed, and the other waving wildly at her. With wide eyes she looked back at Crystal. "Well shit." Honest emotion filled her features as the two began walking. For most of the small trek up the cliff, they were silent. But when she did speak, her voice was more timid than normal. "Why are you doing all of this for me?"

As Alec and Mr. Damien came plainly into view, Crystal smiled, a wide, genuine smile. "Because you deserve it."