Here it is!!

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Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, nor will I ever be. the end.

Still in my MAJOR WRITER'S BLOCK for all my stories except this one...

Thank you to Tamora Pierce for getting me to get my act together and write this and to Kate of Carlay and Lady Kale who boost my morale way up and inflate my head whenever I speak to them. What would I do without you?

ONWARDS WITH THE STORY!!

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"Claudia!" Danny called after me, I didn't stop, I couldn't. I couldn't go back like this.

He ran after me but I hid my scent, he lost it right away, he looked in all directions but I was long gone, all that was left were the leaves blowing in the autumn winds. Leaves falling ever so slowly to the ground, a silent forest, no sound was heard. I was long gone.

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I kept running, never stopping. I was a monster, I had no control, I just wanted to leave, be gone, I never wanted to go back ever again.

Finally my pumping rear legs slowed. My silver-blue fur shined with perspiration, my legs finally brought me to a clearing. It was small clearing, surrounded by never ending trees. Their tops never showing, to high up, engulfed by mist. The air was damp and warm, in the middle there was a round glistening pool of water. It was more of a crystal blue but the mist of the forest made it seem more silver in colour.

I approached the water slowly, warily, my strong muscles not protesting though I knew that if I changed back I would ache for hours. But, how would I change back? The only time I had ever fully changed I was in the proximity of my mother, she had coached me back to human form, but how?

I stood above the water now, looking down into the shallow depths, my reflexion springing right back into my eyes. I was enormous, I was silver-blue, I was furry.
I was a monster.

I had never lost control before, why was this happening now, of all times, why now?

My big eyes stared back, hauntingly white orbs staring deep, reaching into my soul.

I don't know how long I stared at my reflection, lost.

Hello?

The voice came from inside my head and from beside me at the same time, I have no clue exactly how, I swiveled around, crouched, teeth barred.

Seven wolves, my size, some bigger faced me. Astounding in size and in colour, they all looked at me, snouts distorted in confusion.

Who are you? The biggest, the one who looked like a leader asked.

I took an involuntary step back, intimidated. My 'paw' rested on a rock on the side of the pool, the rock slid and I lost my footing with the leg. I scrambled to get my footing again. There are few times in my life I've ever been scared, surrounded by seven werewolves certainly counts as one.

The one who spoke before made a noise, like a whine, it sounded as a chuckle.

You have no need to be scared of us.

Don't I?

No.

Relax. He said it as more of a command and I found my self involuntarily shifting out of my crouched position. It irked me some but I let it go seeing as I felt as though I could trust them.

Good.

I remembered my mother talking to me telepathically last time I changed, it had scared me a lot back then, now it didn't come as a total shock, that could always count as a bonus...

Your mother?

Yes, she was a werewolf.

Where was this?

Italy.

Where are you from?

I fought against my memories, in the end they won, like they knew they would.

I imagined all those nights spent sleeping outside and shuddered.

You don't have a home? His mind-voice softened considerably.

No.

You just mentioned a mother.

She mated with a vampire. The werewolves tensed but one in particular seemed to crouch.

Relax Paul. Another order, this time not directed to me. The werewolf named Paul relaxed but stayed tense.

The leader--

Sam.

Alright, Sam gave me a nod to continue.

Somehow she had children and she was attacked by the Volturri for it.

Once again memory swamped me, I was there again, twelve years old and hidden behind a bush. They approached my mother, circling, getting ready to attack. My father stood before her, ready to protect her. They tore him apart first, my mom's shrieks of horror being the only sounds that filled the air other than the snapping of jaws and the tearing of limbs.

With my father dead, scattered pieces on the ground, nothing stood before my mother. The first approached slowly, face twisted slowly into a sadistic grin, blood dripping from his mouth. He pounced mouth finding its way to her throat, her scream was cut short--

I snapped out of it, shaking my head to clear it. Wishing the pictures of her corpse and pieces of my father's snapping into my mind. The small vampire girl smiled wide and flicked a match on, dropping it, still smiling, onto the pile of crawling limbs. Fire erupted, burning up the remainders of the last family I had left. I ran. The twelve year old girl ran, never once stopping. went home and then took off again. She was gone within a matter of seconds, running nowhere, just as far away as possible.

I shook my head once more, that was the past, I was here now. I came back to the present and stared at the werewolves. They all had different signs etched onto their faces. One looked frightened, he looked the youngest too. Two looked horrified, some had pity pooling from their eyes. Some, hatred. I had seen all of those reactions before, I didn't want to see them again, I was so tired of it, of everything. Why wasn't I allowed to live a normal life like most people. Why was everything so much more complicated when I was involved?

What's your name?

Claudia.

You've changed before?

Once.

Do you know how to change back?

No, my mom talked to me, calmed me down, but, I don't remember exactly what she said. So much has passed since I was twelve.

You changed when you were twelve?

Yes, that was the first time.

We've never had one so young before. How old are you now?

Sixteen.

We stayed still as he pondered just what to do with me, he didn't know who I was, didn't know where exactly I cam from. I was a homeless girl, a scared homeless girl. He finally decided to take me to his home. He could borrow some clothes from his wife and get me to change back. Seemed like it was worth a shot.

He told me to follow them, I did, blindly. It felt right, I felt --connected to them. They were my kin who weren't kin. They were like brothers. And I didn't even know their names.

We ran like blurs into the distance. I followed them surely, I had nowhere else to be, the Cullens didn't want me, they had made that clear enough. Explanations were necessary for later though. I had to tell them my part vampire skills. Who knew if they'd still want me, but for now, everything felt as though it'd be alright.

Maybe I'm not so much of a monster after all. Is it possible to be the good kind of monster? Is it possible, that monster can be such a generic term? Subject to change,rhetorical questions admitted?

I don't know, after everything, I have no clue about what is possible and what is not, after everything, I just know what felt right and what didn't. And this, this felt right.

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YOU DIDN'T EXPECT THAT DID YOU!?

Here you are, thew long awaited chapter...

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