Disclaimer: Not mine.

Adalie is.

I guess.

Damien was.

I also guess.

Sigh.

I any of you know how to obtain ownership of the Twilight Saga, let me know.

I'll send you a muffin basket.

Or not.

I actually probably won't.

Because then I'd need your address.

And that would be just creepy to give it out over the internet.

Right?

But really though, if I were Stephenie Meyer, would I be writing on a free website about an original character from France?

I think if I were she, I'd have come up with something more original.

And I'd let you know I was SM.

But I'm not.

So I won't.

Because that would be lying.

And lying is bad.

They say so in kindergarten.

Double sigh.

Bleh.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I'd really like to get forty (not new ones, but forty reviews in general...)

Adalie POV

I have never felt such shame. Such indignation with myself. Such fury. I finally realize that I hate myself. I hate what I am. I hate what I'm becoming. What I was. What I will be. The whole essence of Adalie that I have been obtaining for centuries crushed and dismantled in only a matter of seconds. And on my part, too. Someone didn't just criticize me or bring me down. Because if that happened, I'd be allowed to feel sorry for myself. I am the cause of my distress. There is no pity whatsoever—including self-pity—to those who have brought the world crashing down on their ears for themselves and people around them. Even accidentally.

I have no solution for this. Am I supposed to stay here and make everyone miserable, or leave, and be miserable myself? If only suicide were as easy as it was for humans. I could easily just drink a cup of arsenic and maybe choke and spasm a little, but it would all be over soon. Unless those pesky paramedics got to me. Then I'd probably be wanted for murder. But, alas, I am not human. And right now, it's doubtful that I ever was.

I bring myself to stop sobbing, the sting in my eyes still prominent. But I won't succumb to it now. I will put on my straight face and leave it there.

"Carlisle, what's going to happen to us?" I ask quietly.

"Alice is the one to ask on that subject." Edward chuckles. Alice glares at him, and I think Jasper has let a wave of calm was over the room, since suddenly I'm calm and collected. Damn, I hate Jasper. Alice puts a hand on Jasper's shoulder, resting her head on his elbow in deep thought.

"Alright, then, Alice, do you know what's going to happen to us?"

"It seems pretty clear, since we didn't have anything to do with it. In the human's eyes, at least. We're not going to be recognized as murderers. In fact, right now, it looks like we're going to not even be questioned. But if we leave now, we'll look suspicious. We need to stay and keep up the human charade. Oh, we'll be invited to the funeral. Adalie, I think it would be best if you went as a representative of the Cullen and Hale family."

I'm not suspicious? They don't even think I had the slightest to do with the murder?

"No, Adalie."

What the hell? Did Edward just answer my thoughts?

Oh, right. He hears thoughts. Fantastic.

Edward snorts at this. Arrogant fool.

Oh, damn. This means he heard my thoughts about suicide. Strangely, when I think about it now and watch him, he tenses. There's something he's not telling me. And I hate secrets that are kept from me more than I hate my desperation for self-pity. "Edward, what's going on?"

Alice rounds in on Edward, too. "Please explain. Don't keep this between the two of you." Alice gestures back and forth to Edward and I, then breaks out into a maniacal grin. "So soon? What little games is Adalie playing with you? What are you two going to do? What have you done so far? Wait—if you have indeed done something, how in the name of hell have you kept it from me?"

My eyes widen in shock as I realize what she's hinting at. "No, no, no! Alice, no. Nothing of that nature has been going on."

"Absolutely, nothing is going on! You think I'd touch—think—feel—think—about someone so young—a child—that way? I have morals. You'd have seen so with Bella that I—"

Edward stops suddenly. The silence fills the room, shallow and painful and awkward and necessary all at the same time. I am the one to break it.

"Who was Bella and why have you kept this big a secret from me?"

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Still need those ideas for her power. Also, I'd like to see where you think the story is going. What will happen next, what sort of feelings will form, who will die (if someone dies. I'm not guaranteeing anything right now) and what ultimately will be the end result. Let me know!

Sorry this is up so late, but I was in the hospital for two freaking days just for them to tell me I don't have meningitis and I can go home but remain doped up on this pill that is similar to opium. Huzzah.

I'll update as soon as I get the chance to.

--Monny