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Maddie felt forlorn and miserable, now more than ever.

She was in a place she neither knew nor wanted to be in, people surrounded her that she had no desire to get to know. Everything was strange, their behaviour towards her was strange. But worst of all was how she was feeling.

There was this lingering pain in her throat; it was hardly bearable, and she wanted it gone. It dominated her way of thinking, it was always present, this one question: What could make it go away?

They had told her that they only drank animal blood, so that humans would remain unharmed. But why would she care? She was in pain, and wanted to change it so badly.

Human blood might be the key to that.

Then she had these erratic mood swings she couldn't make sense of - they were driving her insane. One second she was more or less calm, then the next she was angry. Then sad. Then angry again.

And sometimes, when the wish to leave this place to get away from these people and to look for something that would make the pain go away got nearly unbearable and she was in the process of jumping out of the window, said wish vanished. Well, not exactly the wish, but the feelings that drove her to try and get away from here.

No more uneasiness, no more loathe, nor more murderous desire to kill whatever would come near her.

It all vanished.

Then she felt oddly numb instead, sedated even.

Hence Maddie did not leave the room for several days. During that time, she only tolerated Rose to come in and keep her company. Emmett could peek into the room, she was okay with him, but that still didn't mean he could enter.

His build slightly unnerved her - he looked muscular and really strong. And even though he seemed nice and funny, Maddie just wasn't able to trust others so quickly.

It actually shouldn't be that hard for her, considering that she was really strong now. From now on she would be able to defend herself and that was soothing to know, but also oddly disturbing at the same time.

What the heck had she turned into?

Supernatural strength and speed, and senses sharper than anyone could ever imagine. What for? Why would she ever need that? She hadn't asked for it, she hadn't even known that something like that existed. And yet she got it... and at what cost? Feeling a constant pain in her throat - the haunting echo of the excruciating fire that had burnt her veins dry for days on end. And since that pain would never cease, she would always be reminded of these horrible, painful days and the people who did that to her.

In addition, she now had to deal with all these new impressions and the crazy mood changes.

So while she tried to understand her new existence, she needed some time to herself, and therefore stayed in 'her' room.

Ha, her room.

There was no way she would ever consider this room hers. Or consider interacting with the others, who had taken her like a wild animal, only to play mind-games with her and inflict a pain worse than anything she had ever felt before.

Now she was genetically modified... or something - unable to ever change back.

And there was no escape from this life, because she couldn't die.

That's what that guy had told her.

She couldn't die.

With these thoughts occupying her mind, Maddie spent most of the time sitting opposite the closed door - waiting, watching.

It was a precaution, so she could charge the moment someone entered without her consent. Rose had told her that no one would be allowed to step inside.

But Maddie needed proof. How would she know if Rose was really trustworthy?

She lived with these people, after all, so she might be just like them.

But time passed and after three full days Maddie noticed that Rose had indeed kept her promise, so she loosened up a little.

Well, more or less...

She was incredibly sick of this room.

There were several things that infuriated her.

Like... Why did they give her a bed? To mock her, because she would never sleep again?

Or because it was a nice prop?

With her ivory-coloured skin, hard and smooth as marble, her finely chiselled features, and even her freakishly perfect hair, she truly looked like a porcelain doll.

And being in this room felt like living in a doll's house. Everything in here looked pretty, carefully selected and expensive, without actually being of any use. The lamps, the bed, the vanity ...

Oh, and a closet full of... hm. She didn't really know what was in there. When Alice had shown her this room and the walk-in closet, Maddie had only glanced inside.

Deciding to explore 'her' room and the closet a bit further, she stood up from the floor she had been sitting on and opened the door of the closet.

With one quick glimpse at the room door to make sure she couldn't be ambushed, she then skimmed through the amount of clothing.

Clothes for every occasion, all possible colours and shapes - it was all there.

She remembered that they had been solely chosen for her, and it suddenly made her angry.

Well, she had been angry before, but this pushed her over the edge.

So she started ripping the clothes off the hangers, tearing the fabric as if it was nothing more than thin paper. The ripping sounds were quite satisfying she noticed with a little smirk.

But still seething with anger, she stormed back into the room and opened the window.

Then she grabbed the pile of torn and shredded clothing from the floor of the walk-in closet, walked back into the room and then threw it forcefully out of the open window, wanting that stuff out of her sight.

The colourful pieces fluttered to the ground, littering the white snow like a shower of confetti. Some little scraps of cloth flew in the wind and even reached a few trees that lined the property.

When Maddie turned around again, she wasn't surprised to find Rose standing in the middle of the room, eyes darting about to check what she was doing now and what she had been doing mere seconds ago.

"What are you doing? What happened?" Rose asked with a frown and took one step closer to Maddie, but still kept her distance because the girl was clearly unhappy with something.

But all Maddie did was tilt her head to the side and shoot Rose a little, venomous smile.

She looked like the cat that swallowed the canary ... um, a very wicked cat. Or a very wicked kitten?

It had something unsettling to have Maddie smile like that, combined with her unnaturally red eyes that stared right back at her and burned with anger.

"Why did you open the window?" Rose asked warily.

She lifted one eyebrow. "I felt like it."

She was still angry, but Rosalie detected no aggressiveness directed at her personally, so she approached her slowly.

Maddie turned her back on her and gazed out of the window again, sighing a little as though she was enjoying the sight.

When Rosalie reached her and stopped right behind her, she lifted her head and looked over Maddie's shoulder to find out what she was looking at.

"You threw your clothes out?"

Her clothes? They had been chosen for her, but that certainly didn't mean that she owned them or even wanted them.

"They are not mine. They are hers." And Maddie spat the words with so much loathing, that Rosalie took a step back in wise precaution.

The newborn whirled around and fixed her eyes on her, daring her to object.

"I am not some doll you can keep here," she growled.

"Of course you aren't," Rosalie replied in an even voice.

"I don't want this," Maddie said through gritted teeth and nodded her head sideways towards the closet - the door was still wide open.

Rose nodded her head in understanding, careful now so Maddie's anger wouldn't be directed at her.

"I don't want any of this," she said and went over to the book shelf, flicking her fingers against a few books and making them crash into the back of the shelf loudly.

"I understand."

Walking towards the closet, Rosalie saw that only a few shirts were left hanging and the hangers were still moving from the girl's attack mere seconds ago.

She eyed the remaining shreds of torn fabric lying on the floor, then whipped back around the second she heard another tearing sound.

"Stop!" she called and Maddie looked up at her, her face was so emotionless that it disturbed Rose.

The girl had obviously realised that she didn't like the grey shirt she was wearing and therefore decided to destroy it as well, because there was a long tear in the fabric from the neck right down to her belly button.

"What?" Maddie asked and let her hands drop to her sides.

Seeing that she wasn't angry anymore - probably once again due to Jasper's influence - Rosalie tzked.

"And what do you want to wear now, huh?" she demanded with her hands on her hips. Newborns were very impulsive, so it wasn't really Maddie's fault that she tore everything to shreds. But she needed to learn to get herself under control during the next few years, so using a stern voice with her now couldn't do any harm.

Maddie shrugged her shoulders and smirked at Rose, utterly proud that she had destroyed something that belonged to these people. And it probably angered them, because Rose didn't look too happy and she was the nicest one of them. So the others might be pissed now.

Good.

They could kick her out if they didn't like how she treated their stuff.

Rosalie shook her head, then walked over to the window and closed it. She could detect Emmett and Edward standing in the snow right underneath the window, eyeing the shredded clothes. When they had heard the ripping sounds and then the window being opened, their first reaction was to lurk around the house in case the girl intended to run.

Hopefully she hadn't seen them, Rose thought. It would only add fuel to the fire.

Facing the girl once more, she then leaned against the desk next to the window, her arms crossed.

Maddie held her gaze.

So Rosalie motioned towards the ripped shirt Maddie was wearing before crossing her arms once more, waiting for her to say something.

It was hard to tell, but Jasper must have meddled with her emotions yet again, because she started to look bored.

Well, bored people are neither angry nor do they attack someone.

"Maddie? What do you want to wear now, huh? Or do you wish to walk around naked?" she asked and watched her approach the bed and then sitting down on the floor, leaning with her back against the bed frame.

"No?" Of course Maddie didn't want that. Right now her bra was showing underneath the ripped shirt - it wasn't embarrassing in front of Rose, but nobody else should see her that way.

"Then why did you rip everything?" Rosalie queried.

Maddie shrugged her shoulders. "Because I didn't want that stuff."

That answer made Rose groan. "You could have just told me."

The little miss looked in the opposite direction, lazily curling a strand of hair around her index finger.

"I'll give you some of my clothes now," Rose decided. "What would you like?"

Maddie reached back and put her hands on the bed frame, then lifted herself up to sit on the bed.

Swaying her legs a little, she looked like she was thinking about Rose's offer.

"A hoodie," she eventually said.

"A hoodie?" Rose asked.

"Yeah," she replied, looking at her with big eyes.

I'm sorry, I don't have any."

Rose couldn't quite decipher the look Maddie gave her then. It was scrutinising, but why?

The possibilities were that she thought she wanted to patronise her like the others did, trying to only give her clothes she approved of.

Or maybe Maddie thought that she didn't really want to share her clothes with her, and was only offering out of politeness.

But then an idea formed in Rose's head and she gave Maddie a bright smile.

"Wait a moment."

Leaving the room and heading for her own, she saw Emmett coming up the stairs.

"Come," she whispered and waved him closer.

He hurried towards her and together they entered their room.

Closing the door so they couldn't be overheard, Rose turned around and wanted to say something, but Emmett beat her to it.

"I don't know what's going on with the little one, but she has made quite a mess out there. Alice was beside herself."

Rosalie nodded her head. "She isn't very fond of Alice right now."

"I know and it's so sad, isn't it? Alice has waited months until she would finally-"

Rose didn't have time for that, so she interrupted him.

"I wanted to ask if you could give me one of your sweatshirts?"

He smirked. "Babe, you don't need to wear my clothes to show people we belong together."

Then he let himself fall backwards onto their bed and folded his arms behind his head, saying, "You look fantastic in your own clothes. I especially love this red low-cut dr-"

"Emmett," she quickly interrupted him before he could get carried away. "It's not for me. Maddie has ripped all her clothes and asked for a simple hoodie, but I don't have any."

Emmett's eyes widened as now he understood why she would ask. "Oh!" he exclaimed and started laughing.

"Sure, she can have whatever she wants. But I doubt that they'll fit." And if they would fit, it would be either very embarrassing for her or for him.

"I don't think she minds," Rose replied and opened their closet door to grab a dark blue hooded sweatshirt from the pile of clothes.

She looked at him over her shoulder and held it up for him to see. "Is that-"

"Of course, take as many as you want," he told her with a wave of his hand. He had tons of these and if his little baby sister liked them, she could have them all; he didn't mind. Anything to help her feel at home here.

"Thank you, darling," she said and gave him the most gorgeous smile.

Wow. Right now she must truly be happy, Emmett realised.

He winked at her, internally exploding with joy at seeing his wife smile like that again after the past week.

Rosalie opened the door and left the room, only to walk straight into Maddie's. She held up the hoodie she had chosen a moment ago.

"Catch." She grinned and threw it towards the girl, who caught it with ease.

She spread it out and gave Rose a quizzically look.

"Emmett is the only one who has hoodies, and he said you could take as many as you want from his closet."

Maddie still eyed the huge piece of clothing with a little smirk on her face when Rose spoke again.

"I'll let you change now. Let me know if you need anything else."

And with that, she left and closed the door behind herself.

Phew!

To be honest: I've shortened it (there was a second part), so you wouldn't have to wait any longer... and just so you know: I would have posted this chapter yesterday, but something was seriously wrong with my account, ugh.

But I'll update again soon, promise!

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