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Adrian POV

Wow, brothers can be a serious pain in the ass.

I just want to rip his head off!

Okay, Adrian, calm down. You know you could literally rip his head off and actually hurt him, and you don't want to do that.

But you can think about it…

There have been a lot of pains in the ass this week. Not just pains but serious, serious problems that a nearly seventeen-year-old girl should not have to deal with on her own.

Like becoming a vampire for instance!

That was really inconvenient….

Or having your brother lose all memory of his former life!

That's been a real pest.

Or trying to avoid getting a limb ripped off or getting thrown into a fire by insane newborns!

What a thorn in my side…

Or being the only one aware that most of what we've been told are lies and that we were only made so that our creator can kill a teenage girl!

A bee in my britches…

Or trying to ignore that damn burning in the back of my throat!

I growled in frustration at my thirst. That one took the cake because it was always getting in the way of solving all the other problems. It's like the ultimate procrastination tool except instead of just being distracting or fun, it turns me into a bloodthirsty animal. I know more than the others do so I am calm, especially for my age. Kyle on the other hand isn't faring so well. He isn't stupid enough to pick a fight, but he would be a lot better off if he listened to what I could tell him.

I never let on how much I know to the others though. I only would to him. I try to copy the crazed look of the other newborns at the house just so I fit in because if they see you're too calm, they get suspicious and then scared and then violent. I spend most days behind the couch or in another hiding spot. Everyone avoids this Fred kid so I stay near him because I theorized that he has a gift like Edward or Alice. I liked how he uses it to survive. He's calm too so I don't think he'll rip my head off for staying near him. One time I sat on the couch next to him though, and another girl got miffed. I quickly found out that was her regular spot and quickly relocated.

I hate the house where Riley stuffs around twenty volatile young vampires more than any other place. It's loud and perilous. I always know the best hiding places in the house. The less you interacted with the others, the better. They were volatile and crazed if they weren't well fed. The way I avoided that was remembering that I didn't need the blood like my body said I did. Carlisle told me that vampires can't starve so I knew that if I didn't have the blood my body tried to make me go insane for, I would still be okay.

Recently, I have been often thanking my lucky stars I learned from the Cullens about the vampire world. Otherwise, I would be feeding into Riley's lies.

The name Cullen sends an ache of longing through my bones. When I woke up and first thought of Jacob (after thinking about how yummy people were), it was so intense. I knew he felt a special connection to me because of his wolf side, and I was very much in love with him, but the bond was so intense for me after the change. I felt like one half of a whole without him. My brain had expanded enough to understand and learn things I had never been capable of before, and all that capacity had given my love for Jacob room to grow. As the venom turned my skin to marble, my tie to him hardened as well.

I can't dwell on him too much though because thinking of him does as much good as thinking of blood. I literally shudder when I think of how much I miss him. I'm trying to do whatever will lead me back to him, but the overall shock of becoming a whole new species has been pretty heavy.

I thought about trying out animals like I will have to eventually when I join his family, but Seattle is fresh out of deer or elk or whatever veggie vamps prefer. I almost experimented on a cat, but it was too disgusting when my body wanted humans.

I did feel really bad about eating people, but I just needed to survive right now. I was a stickler to the rules though! I only drank from people I knew were already dead to the world, like Riley said. I ended the life of a man who had been trailing a sweet old lady who was trembling from fright. I nearly gave the old lady a heart attack when all of a sudden the man started screaming, but she got away safe. No thank you though. I scare the people I try to protect. I'm practically Batman.

Ha. Batman. Vampire jokes. My sense of humor has been pretty dark as of late, but it's been helping me keep my sanity after a bad week that puts all bad weeks to shame.

When Riley roughly carried Kyle and I over rooftops to where his gal pal was waiting, I kept thinking that I would be dead very soon. I cried some because I promised Jacob I would be home that night, and he had nothing to worry about. And I kept thinking about how he'd be waiting on the fire escape for a girl who would never come. I was sad because I never even saw my junior year of high school or any of the places I wanted to go to. I cried for my aunt and how she had her sister and her niece and nephew all gone. But then I realized that crying probably fueled the vampires' fire anymore. I resolved that I could snivel and beg or I could stick my chin up and look them in the eye and make attempt to disturb them for all the pain my Jacob and my family would feel. Either way, my life was going to end, but I knew there was a difference. I could do what they wanted or end it on my terms.

After I decided this, Riley jumped off the roof into an alley and dropped us roughly on the ground. Kyle grunted in pain. Riley had broken his arm before; I'd heard the crack. I quickly went to my knees, staring at the shape of the vampire with all the contempt I could muster in one glare. I never saw her face, but I knew where to look. Kyle had to be pulled up by Riley. I felt the vampire's hand digging into my shoulder, but I held my head up.

"Another small one?" the woman asked. She bent down, and I could smell her perfume-like aroma, "Look at her, Riley." She laughed. It was high-pitched and childlike.

Riley pulled on my shoulder, and my head was thrown back. He stared at my face, and I kept it loaded with hate.

"I see she isn't a fan of us," Riley said with a chuckle, "Are you hungry?"

"Not very, tonight. I'll try to keep these two. The big one will be useful, and I like this one's…spirit."

She bit into my neck, and the pain was…indescribable. Like a full body wax plus the Huns pulling apart your limbs plus being put in the Chokey plus being thrown into the sun plus…Ah! It hurts to even think about it!

After a long period of burning, I started to be able to focus on things outside the pain. I deduced what had happened pretty quickly and realized with amazement that I was not going to die. I began thinking about everything the Cullens told me about being a vampire-the thirst and how they control it, about limitations and the new power of the body and brain, and about their foe that had unknowingly brought one of her enemies into her army.

When I woke up, Kyle was next to me. I was very happy that he had been changed versus the alternative. But when he opened his red eyes, he didn't remember me at all. I told him that I was his sister, and he screamed at me! He said he didn't have a sister, and that's not the kind of thing he would forget! Well, obviously you are mistaken, Kyle! Riley showed up a few minutes later and taught us how to feed and to hunt. I remember being scared out of my mind, having to attack those people, but I was so thirsty and sad because of Kyle that I didn't have time to dwell on it. Riley was smug that my bravado was drained. It was a lot easier to be brave when you thought you had minutes left to live.

I felt so lost without my brother. With him, I could do anything. I thought he could take care of me when I needed it and together, we could think of how to get out of this mess, but now he won't even talk to me.

Being a vampire is really inconvenient for a lot of other reasons besides leaving me on my own. No matter how good I am at control, the burning never goes away. Being stuck at sixteen is going to be a real nuisance eventually too. And I sometimes break things without meaning to. Also, everyone I know thinks I'm dead, probably.

But any nervous breakdown over it isn't happening anytime soon. While that's on the shelf, I need to figure out a way back to the world outside the newborn army, my brother, my boyfriend, and something close to the life I once knew.

Jacob POV

I hadn't gotten out of bed today. Not because of the rain or the howling winds. Just couldn't find the strength.

"Jacob!" my aunt screamed shrilly. I groaned and covered my ears. It was no use. Her voice was too loud, and my hearing was too sensitive.

She jumped right on top of me. I could tell there would be bruises from her marble body, but that sort of pain didn't register anymore.

"Jacob!" she screamed again, right into my ear.

"What?" I barked, turning my head to look at her. Her tiny face was broken by a wide smile. I had never seen her more elated.

She pulled me up and wrapped her arms as much as she could around me. I struggled against her, but she held on tight. Then she grabbed by face with her petite hands.

"Jacob, sweetheart, she's alive."

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