Ohayo. Meep-meep.

Meepity meep meep meep. Meep.

^The apology of a certain Littlest Cinnaminion for causing you all to wait for so long. (If you couldn't tell, I changed my pen-name. And I'm sort of in love with it.)

But yeah, I'm sorry. The timing of the updates was just really off since the last time that I updated was right before the teachers at school started to review for exams. Then came exams, and then I was working (HUZZAH FOR MY OWN MONEY!). But, yeah, I was really busy, and on top of that I had a bit of writer's block when I got to around the middle of the chapter. But with the help of somewhere around 5 packs of Sour Patch Straws (my brain food), I figured it out. And I hope that you guys like it.

A special thank you goes out to "FangnotFnick", whose review was the last one that I got before I decided to kick my butt into gear. So thank him/ her (leaning towards her) for this chapter.

Disclaimer: Iie. That means "no" in Japanese. Just one of the Japanese words that I learned in my weeks of sitting at home, watching anime.

And now, ON WITH THE STORY.


-Val POV-

Jacob looked between Leah's face and mine, and awkwardly didn't meet my eyes. "Um, hi, Val. So, you're back?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Yup. So, you want to tell me when the heck this happened?" I gestured loosely to his and Leah's messed up hair and clothing, and both let out nervous chuckles. I smirked a little.

Jacob was actually brave enough to start. "Well… um… so, Val? When did you get back?"

I smirked at his not- so- subtle attempt to change the topic. "Well, about that… It was probably about 3 days ago, now that I think about it… Is that about the same time that you and Leah started going out, Jake?" And score: 1 for Valerie, 0 for Jake…

Jake cursed under his breath with a huge smile on his face, and I chuckled a bit sadistically. "Leah, you want to take it from here?" Without waiting for an answer, Jake ran out of the clearing. I could hear his mental shouts of glee.

"Wait, Jake—" Leah's attempt to keep Jacob from running off with his tail between his legs failed miserably, and she stood there looking off in his direction after he was long gone. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath, with a noticeably affectionate smile on her face anyway. I shuddered; Leah had officially gone soft.

"You two look pretty cuddly with each other," I said bitterly. Leah looked- Eww, is she blushing?- almost shy. I wanted to gag myself with a spoon.

"Yeah, we've been together about 4 days now. But that's not the point, since I haven't seen you in, what was it, 3 years?" Leah was much better at diversion tactics that Jake was.

I shrugged, and managed a half smile. "Yup. Nice to see you, girly. But there's just one thing that I have to ask before we go the way you want the conversation to go and review everything that's happened to me over the past three years: exactly why is he with you?"

Leah's face, which had been glowing annoyingly for the past few minutes, darkened a bit. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, is this some twisted way to get Nessie to notice him? I really don't want that happening to you." I was evidently pissing Leah off, because then she got really worked up and shot back, "Are you calling me the back-up plan? Weren't you the one who wanted Jake and me together in the first place?"

I shrugged, wondering why she was getting all defensive of her and Jake. "I'm not calling you the back-up plan. I'm saying that I don't want you to end up being the back-up plan. Wasn't Jake madly- in- love with Nessie last time I checked? Imprints are pretty hard to break, too. You've been hurt by them once, I don't want you to be hurt again."

Leah now looked ready to blow up. "Valerie, I am not going to sit here and listen to you try to screw up my relationship. I'm fucking happy, for once, so stop sticking your nose where it doesn't concern you. You've been away for 3 years, and a lot has changed. You're operating off of old information, so until you hear the entire updated story, you don't get to say anything. So shut up."

I clenched my fists at my side. "You know, that's the second time that I've heard that in the past 24 hours. Honestly, I'm really sorry for caring." People in relationships are so damn sensitive

Leah full-on scowled at me, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring. "More like "sorry for being a bitch.""

I took a deep breath, shut my eyes, and counted backwards from ten. I really didn't want to fight with Leah, especially after seeing her for the first time in three years. She was really starting to make me want to rip someone's (her) head off, but seeing as she was the last person (besides Skye) that I could talk to since everyone else was now ready to have my head for more serious reasons, I couldn't act on that urge. Even though it was really difficult to fight the instinct. I managed to hold myself together and keep my temper in check, by some miracle of some higher power. I growled low in my throat and kept my mouth shut.

Leah, who seemed to have been expecting the fight, turned to me looking slightly confused. "I'm kind of surprised that you haven't lunged for my throat yet."

Honestly, Leah, so am I. I snorted, and tried my best to not sound sarcastic. It didn't work. "Well, considering that my "being a bitch" is the reason that I'm even here right now, since everyone back in California is pissed at me, I don't really have much of a right to lunge at your throat, now do I?"

Leah relaxed her "battle- ready" stance. "What did you do?"

I sat down on the floor, and she walked over to sit beside me. "Well, after 3 years of not seeing any of the family on a regular basis, I managed to screw everything up and over the moon while simultaneously saving their lives when I finally did see them. Oh, and I pretty much single- handedly destroyed Demon's and my relationship, ruined Skye and Blaze's relationship, and got on Carlisle's hit-list. All in the span of about 72 hours." I clenched my teeth and rolled my eyes. "Go me. When I fudge things up, I go all the way." I should get an effing trophy.

Leah let out a low whistle. "Wow."

I let out a sigh. "Yup. Welcome to the bitch-fest." And then I told her everything, down to the smallest detail. She only asked a few questions, and by the time I was done, I felt like I had out-talked Nudge. Or at least Nudge before this entire soap opera ever happened. It was quiet for a few seconds, and then Leah finished processing.

"So what're you trying to tell me?" Leah stared blankly at me. "That you screwed up? I thought the amazing Valerie never screwed up. Or at least, she never screwed up out loud."

I fought the urge to strangle her. I thought that talking to Leah was supposed to have helped this entire thing go over much better. So far, I just wanted to kick her in the chest. It was really too bad that I was on this entire non-violent stretch since my feelings of guilt were dragging me down. Otherwise, I would have totally gone all Chuck Norris on her ass.

While I was having an internal monologue, Leah kept talking. "And another thing that's bothering me: you're pretty much telling me that because of your surprisingly large mouth- Honestly, I can't believe that you led a flock with the amount of problems that you singlehandedly caused by opening your mouth- in the span of three days, you managed to screw up every inter-vampire relationship you had?" Leah looked too calm about the entire thing, so I tried to answer her without sealing my own coffin.

"Yeah." I'm thinking that the less I say, the less she has to use against me.

Leah then punched me in the arm, looking murderous. "You are a complete idiot. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Leah, what the hell are you talking about?" Hadn't we just been talking and having a completely different conversation? "I've been here for about 30 minutes now. You're only having this reaction to my presence now?"

She hit me again, and I couldn't help the feeling that I had said the wrong thing. "DUMBASS! Do you just not believe in damage control?"

I was confused. I told her so. "Leah, I'm confused. You aren't making any type of sense right now."

Leah looked about ready to kill me. "Val, you ran away like a complete cowardly idiot. Who the fuck knows what's going on in your head?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but the look that Leah shot me shut me up for the time being. She took a deep breath, and tried to explain to me why she was abusing my arm. "Valerie, you have the tendency to say things too bluntly with absolutely no padding whatsoever. And since I'm pretty sure that you blurted out most of this stuff without any details to cushion the impact- because unlike a normal person, you don't ramble when you're nervous-, you made a bigger mess than you probably wanted. So congrats, genius, you created a train wreck."

I blinked. "Oh." Yup. There's one for the books.

Leah wasn't anywhere near finished with her angry ranting yet. "WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO RUN?"

I managed a brief half- smile that was probably going to get me killed. "What can I say? Flying's fun."

Leah let out a loud groan and hid her face in her hands. She spent a good minute calling me a whole bunch of different words for idiot, then turned to me when I asked her, "So, what do I do?"

She looked up at me. "You're going to start using your brain, and you're going to go back to California and the others to explain everything to everyone."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "That sounds complicated, and too much like a plan to get me killed by the hands of someone in that house. I don't like that idea. Next."

Leah raised her fist at me, and I rephrased my answer. "Ignoring the problem has worked for me before. After a few days of staying here, I can go back, and everything will be fine. It works."

Leah full on growled at me, and I narrowed my eyes. Pushy. "Leah, if you force me to go back to California, I would be forced to face Demon, who I kissed 3 days ago and then shoved out of my life earlier today; Blaze, who pretty much told me that he wanted me out of his life; Carlisle, who I'm pretty sure has made me the first person on his hit-list EVER for killing one of his oldest friends; and Kami, who does not want to see me because she now hates me. Somehow, I don't think that my return to the hideout is going to particularly help my existence along."


-Demon POV-

"Kami, I just want to talk to you, sweetheart. Can you open the door, please?" And attempt #12 to get my kid to respond to us has ALSO failed. What a shock.

I was sitting outside the door of the room that Kami had locked herself in, my arms wrapped around my knees. I leaned my head back against the door, biting back another groan. It was number 15 in the past 20 minutes.

Max was pacing in front of me, muttering curses at Valerie under her breath. I listened for any sign of movement from inside the bedroom, but all I could hear was Kami's heartbeat and breathing.

Somehow, after I had found Valerie and then had my first kiss with her in the same hour, I hadn't exactly expected to be in this situation 2 days later. Then again, Valerie had this way of somehow turning what should have been a simple situation into the most complex mind-fuck a person could come up with.

And then, of course, after she decided that she wanted to screw up the straight, narrow, and easy way, she'd disappear, because that was just Valerie's style. So now, I was sitting outside of a door that I could have easily broken down, vampire or not, trying to comfort my fully human daughter who had just found out from her impulsive mother that everyone in the house was a vampire. And since my kid was normal, unlike Bella, she was taking the news as she should have.

Not well.

"Kami, we're not going to hurt you." I winced. Who wants to say that to their kid? Anyone got their hand up? No one? Shocking… "Sweetie, you've known us for so long. We've never hurt you before, Why would we start now? Or ever, for that matter? Kami, we love you. Your mother and I would rather die before we hurt you." I still heard no movement from inside the room, and I let out another sigh.

"Where the hell is Valerie?" Max turned to me and asked. I focused, and the image came to me immediately. She was with—"Wait, what the hell?"

"Tell me she's not dead," Max muttered, staring at me. What are you glaring at *me* for? I'm not Valerie! "She's the only one who can fix this problem, so she'd better not be dead." And then, under her breath, Max added, "And once this problem is fixed, I'm going to be the one to kill her."

I shook my head, still sort of shocked. Only Valerie... How the hell did she find Leah? "She's with Leah…"

Max stared at me. "You're kidding, right?" Well, this can't end well. "She ran away? And left her mess for us to fix?"

I stared at Max and blinked once. In the span of 10 seconds, Max had pulled me up, said to Kami through the door that we were going to come back later, and then was in the process of towing me down the hallway. When we got onto the roof- What is it with all Flock confrontations happening on the roof?-, she finally turned to me.

"Listen, you're probably the only one who knows what's going on inside her head right about now. You had better go and get your girlfriend back, or I swear to God, I'm going to tear her to pieces when she gets back." With that, Max went back into the house, and I was left to wonder why I was always the one who had to clean up Valerie's messes. Not that she's not worth it, but jeez…

I tried to pick out exactly where she was again, and the image came to me. She was running, and she and Leah were probably talking mentally now since Leah had changed into her wolf form. Leah, from what I could see, was angrier than her regular angry face, and Val was keeping strategically blank, even away from the hide-out. Which probably meant that she had done something to piss Leah off, and wasn't owning up to it. Either that, or she had made up some BS excuse and was sticking to it like her life depended on it. Yup, that's Val all right.

I frowned, thinking of her earlier lecture on why she'd kissed me. I knew that she had just been saying most of that to get out of the room, since there was no way that Val hadn't prepared that entire speech. (Anything that had to do with emotions other than rage, and Val would stare at you like a deer in the headlights.) But until she came back, there was nothing that I could do to clear up the situation. And until I locked us in a room, there wasn't going to be any interaction, since Val is completely against the idea of elaborating on what she thinks is a settled situation. I sighed.

"It's hard being the best friend," I muttered to myself.

"Do I have to give you the talk now?"

I spun around, and looked up at Fang, wondering how in the name of God he had managed to get behind me without making a sound. I gave him a confused look. "I've already gotten the talk, so you're a little late on that…"

He almost smirked- Geez, Fang. Is every expression you come up with half-assed?- and put his hands in his pockets, coming to stand next to me. "Not what I meant."

I looked over at him after a few minutes of silence. "You suck at this talking thing, you know that?"

Fang looked up at the sky, his face blank again. "I mean the "best friend" talk."

I inhaled, and let out a small sigh. "Oh. You're going to lend me your fortune cookie "words of wisdom", now, Oh Wise Fang?"

Fang shot me a look out of the corner of his eyes, and I shut up. He looked over the edge of the roof, and said, "You like Valerie."

I choked on the non-existent air that was in my throat. "WHEN DID I SAY THAT!"

Fang raised an eyebrow, and I avoided all eye contact, trying to calm down enough that he didn't call me out. "I never said that," I said, and I didn't care that I sounded like a five-year- old with his first crush, which Fang clearly thought I was. He was ready to laugh at me, and he muttered under his breath, "So this is what Iggy felt like…"

I glared at him, and he kept going. "Corner her."

"You really aren't helping, Fang. And how the hell are you giving me advice on how to handle Val if half the time you and Max are fighting?"

He raised an eyebrow. "But when we do fight, it's because I force Max to talk. Corner them when no one's around, and they talk. That's how Max and Valerie work." With that, he just left.

I rolled my eyes, and turned back to look out over the rooftops at the ocean. Sighing, I followed Fang down the steps. "Fine, Mr. Miyagi. We'll try this your way."


-Twenty Minutes Later-

-Val POV-

Leah had gotten me to come back to the house after threatening bodily harm, and I still wasn't too sold on the idea, since whether or not she decided to tear me apart limb from limb, I was going to die anyway. So, when we got to the front door, I whispered a quick prayer and hoped that my death would be quick and painless.

Leah pushed me inside, and I made my way through the house. Max stomped up to me, and before she could hit me, I ducked and avoided her punch. "Jeez, Max, it hasn't even been 20 seconds yet…"

Max glared at me and said, "Go fix your kid. I'm not that into people dumping their problems on me, since I have enough of my own, okay?" With that, she stomped away, and I was left with Leah again.

"That went better than I expected," Leah said, and I shot her a glare. She was busy smirking to herself, and if it wouldn't have left a big stain on the floor, I would have slaughtered her right there.

I followed the sound of the heartbeat, and knocked on the door. "Kami? Sweetie, it's mom. Can I talk to you?" Demon popped up like a daisy, and I steadily avoided his eyes.

"That's not going to work. I've been sitting here from 3 in the afternoon trying to talk to her," Demon muttered lowly.

I waved him off. "Demon, shut up. You don't get to tell me what to do. Go say hi to Leah, or something." I heard both of them growl low in their throats, and ignored them in favor of my mentally- disturbed kid.

"Kami, if you don't talk to me, you're going to sit there and be terrified of people who can't even hurt you in the first place." There was no answer, so I thought of what would really get her to talk to us. "That, and I'll never feed you again." I could feel everyone staring at my back. I could practically hear Demon saying to himself, "Well, I didn't try that approach…"

It was silent for a second, and then I heard muffled feet shuffling across the floor. I held my breath, and then the door opened a little crack so that I could see Kami's eye. BAM, sir. Another point to Valerie. She took a breath to speak, but her stomach grumbled really loudly. She looked down, and I resisted the urge to bust out into hysterical laughter. "You are totally my kid," I muttered to myself, and then I crouched down to her level. "You want to eat, first, sweetie?"

She nodded mutely, and then the door opened a little wider. She stepped out, with one of the pillowcases wrapped around her neck. I really didn't know what to do about that, so I didn't say anything. Demon reached down to stroke her hair, but I stepped backwards onto his foot to cut him off. "She's still terrified. Don't touch her. Just follow her into the kitchen."

Kami shuffled in front of me, and I walked slowly behind her, with Demon way too close behind me. She climbed onto a chair, and I looked through the fridge for food while Demon sat on a backwards chair.

I quickly slapped together 3 tuna sandwiches and cut off the crusts. I set them in front of Kami and leaned against the counter. Kami chewed, and then after finishing one half of a sandwich, she looked up at me and said, "So, you don't eat food now?"

I shook my head. "Regular food makes us sick."

She nodded thoughtfully, and pulled the pillowcase tighter around her shoulders. Demon hid his smile in his arms. I kept talking. "And human blood makes us sicker."

Her head snapped up. Huh, well look at that. A breakthrough. "What, you thought I was lying? Kamilah, since when have I ever lied to you?" And let you know about it?

"For birthday cakes," She shot back at me, and I let out a huff. "I mean, when have I ever lied to you when you were in danger?"

Kami looked down, and muttered, "Never…"

I crossed my arms. "And I never will. So take that pillowcase from around your neck, all right? You're making me panic. And eat some more, I can still hear your stomach growling."

Kami went back to eating, but looked up. "So wait, you guys are faster than usual, and that's it? Wow, vampires suck."

Demon decided that now was a good time to jump into the conversation. "We can do more than that, missy. Hurry up and finish eating, and I'll show you." Kami's eyes lit up, and she practically wolfed down her food. After she was done, Demon scooped her up into his arms and said, "We have to talk when I get back." Before I could shoot down that idea with a billion reasons why it was terrible, he walked down the hallway with Kami improvising her "I'm Gonna Learn a Secret" song on his back. Really, Demon? I already crossed the conversation with you off of my list of "Things That I Need To Get Over With". Do you *really* have to go and put yourself back on the list?

When I heard the door slam again, I let out a huge breath and sunk to the floor, holding my head in my hands. "Ok, so that's one down, 3 to go," I muttered to myself, and then I thought about it a little while longer. Hmm, who to deal with next…

I decided that since it was pretty much a death or undead- zombie- type situation, I'd go talk to Carlisle first. Because if I didn't, I was pretty sure that Esme was going to come out of nowhere and beat me with a frying pan for making her husband depressed. I got up human pace, and went down the hallways peeking into each room, and hoping beyond hope that Carlisle wouldn't be in any of them.

Thankfully, I got my wish. Unfortunately, that just meant that Leah kicked me out of the house and told me not to come back until Carlisle had taken me off of his hit-list. I frowned, but decided that I needed to get this over with.

I landed on the beach, where I had a feeling that Carlisle would have been, but I nearly walked right past him. He looked really messy. For him, anyway. He was wearing a sweatshirt with the hood up, since the sun was still up and people were still around. I was pretty sure that I had never seen Carlisle in anything other than a dress shirt. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and he was barefoot. He was staring at the still smoldering remains of the warehouse, looking completely blank-faced. Well, that's not encouraging, considering that *I* use that face when I'm harboring feelings of wanting to kill people. I stood far enough off to his right that I was out of arm's reach, and looked at the few police officers who were still looking around for clues on what started the fire. I resisted the urge to smile a bit like the sadist that I am. Well, look to your left, officer.

I have a bit of a problem with taunting clueless authority figures.

Carlisle then broke the silence between us, and I took one step away from him again. "Marcus was suicidal."

I opened my mouth, and words came pouring out in an attempt to save my butt. "Because Chelsea was taken care of in the ambush a few days ago, any relationships she changed got changed back to where they were before she interfered. Didyme was Marcus's mate. She died, and Marcus went into a suicidal depression. Aro had ordered Chelsea to bond Marcus to the rest of the Volturi, and that was what forced Marcus to stay alive, even though he really didn't want any part of the Volturi anymore. Then Chelsea was done away with, and that was when he started getting suicidal again. He had tried to kill himself the night before, but he couldn't go through with it. So he waited for me to come find him, and…" My throat closed up, and I told myself in my head. Damn it! I thought that we were done with the crying for today…

Carlisle still wasn't saying anything, so I kept up with the word vomit, despite the fact that I felt like I was going to throw up. "He was really sad, Carlisle. And I really don't like killing people. Unless they deserve it. Like Flyboys, and I only knock out Erasers. But he was depressed, and there was nothing else for him to live for, and he couldn't just stay here and pine after his dead wife. That would be cruel and unusual, and I didn't want to do that to him."

Carlisle seemed to have lost his vocal chords, and I was starting to get a bit angry. "Oi. It's not like I fricking asked for these powers, ok? I got them in the most un-natural way possible, and ever since then I just went with it. I know that if it hadn't been for me, then Marcus-" I embarrassingly enough got choked up on his name. I felt my eyes start to burn, and I rubbed at them until I finally felt like I wasn't going to start dry-sobbing again. Because that would have been terrible. Even worse than the conversation that we're having right now. I started over, and tried to keep the cracks out of my voice. "I know that if it hadn't been for me, then Marcus would be here. If you think that I don't know that, you're wrong. I feel terrible, and I cried for somewhere around 2 hours straight today because of it." Ok, he didn't need to know that. Stupid mouth… "But I'm also kind of angry, because I know that he wouldn't be dead if I didn't have this power, and that I blame entirely on Itex. So if you're going to blame anyone right now, it is strictly Itex first, and me second."

Because Carlisle had decided to suddenly become a mime, I let out a low growl, threw the small bunch of flowers that I'd gotten into the sand, and started to storm back to the hideout, angrily swearing under my breath at Carlisle for obviously having smoked a little too much out of his pipe before he became a vampire. He was too calm.

"Valerie."

I wanted him to be angry. How was I supposed to talk things through with people who wouldn't be angry back? It didn't make any sense, because if Carlisle decided that he wanted to be all silent and not do anything violent, then how the heck was I supposed to deal with him? How the frick did you have a discussion like this without there being any anger involved?

"Valerie." There was a hand that appeared on my shoulder, and I got ready for the punch. But, of course, because this was Hippie Carlisle that we were talking about, the punch never came. "Turn around."

He sounded depressed. Dear God, I'm not ready to handle this if he's not going to throw a punch. I turned around, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, frown on my face, and ready to argue.

Carlisle did not argue. Carlisle, instead, decided that he wanted to give me a one-armed hug. My eyes widened, and I watched as he let out a small smile. "I'm not going to blame you."

This would have been the perfect time for a spit-take, if I'd had water.

He kept going, like he hadn't lost his mind. "I knew that Marcus was depressed. Even if we didn't want him to, he was probably going to find some way to get back to Didyme." He started to rub my arm, and I tried to stop stiffening. "I'm sad I didn't get to give him a service. He deserved it."

He looked at the flowers in his hands, and set them back down. "But then again, he wouldn't have wanted anyone to make a fuss over him." He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and then he whispered, "We'll miss you, Marcus."

"I'm glad that I punched Aro for you, as revenge, since you wouldn't even though you should have." Carlisle looked at me, and I guessed that wasn't what you said at a funeral. Well, sue me for not being religious. "Sorry. I meant, um… bye, Grandpa."

Carlisle chuckled, and then we finally started walking away from the beach. Carlisle pressed a kiss to my forehead, and surprisingly, I didn't pull away. I felt like a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders, and I hesitantly put an arm around Carlisle's waist.

We walked back to the hideout like that. It was sort of nice.


Carlisle wished me luck with the Blaze and Skye situation, and I put my hands behind my head. But before I go try and check another problem off of my list, I was interrupted by Demon. "Val, you want to have that talk now?"

I managed not to jump or scream at him to make noise when he walked. "Nope. I have to go lock Blaze and Skye in the same room. Buddy, at the moment, you take second priority."

I moved to walk past him, but he caught my arm and spun me around. DO I LOOK LIKE A DANCE PARTNER TO YOU? "I don't think that's such a good idea," Demon said, looking at me seriously.

I shook his hand off. "What're you talking about? I was the reason that they broke up, I should be the one to fix this."

Demon crossed his arms, and for a brief second, it looked like he was having an internal battle. Then he blinked, and his eyes smoothed over. "Except that we have to talk first."

"Look, D. We can talk after I get those two back together. That can't wait. This can." I went to go find the two ex-lovebirds again, but Demon pulled my back again.

I fought the urge to strangle him. "What?" I snarled, and Demon's face was unnaturally blank. This is uncomfortable.

"We. Have. To. Talk." Demon seemed to be unwilling to help me fix my flock's situation, so I decided to take the more forward approach.

I stomped on his toes and spun around, ready to knee him in the crotch. He pulled me in close to him- TOO CLOSE- and the opportunity to knock him out in one hit was gone. So I went to punch him in the throat, but he grabbed my hand before I could make contact. The arm that he had snaked around my waist tightened, and I could pretty much feel him sucking the air out of the room.

He chuckled humorlessly, and looked down at me, eyes dark green. "You just won't listen, will you?" I narrowed my eyes at him, but he wouldn't budge.

Then, from down the hallway, I heard running footsteps, and then Seth appeared in the doorway. "VALERIE!" Then he looked closely at the position that he had unfortunately found me in, and asked in a tone that I really didn't like, "Am I interrupting something?" To make the situation worse, Leah popped up behind him. But at least she hit him in the head for me and scolded him…

…Right before she looked over at me and smirked. I take back that thanks then Leah, you slore.

I broke away from Demon, stomped on his foot again, and then stormed over to Seth. "Hiya, Seth," I muttered before I punched him in the stomach. Glaring at Leah for a quick second, I looked back over at Seth with a smirk on my face, walking down the hallway. "When you think that you've learned your lesson, come back to me for a hug."

I decided that immediately after I finished lecturing Skye and Blaze on why they should get back together (that also meant possibly beating the idea into them), I was going to take Kami- Demon wouldn't attack me with our kid in my arms-, tell her that all boys had cooties and why it would be better for her to just never talk to one that she wasn't related to.

Because I swear, if someone had told me that, my life would have been a lot easier.


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