Author's note: I do not own any of the characters from twilight, the wonderful Stephanie Meyers does. I only own Chris and her family.

Trees blurred past as we drove, blending into a mush of green as the tires carrying the car drove on. Tapping on each of the windows and surface of the vehicle could be heard from the constant rain, never ceasing to stop. Like the crying clouds had seen something so terrible, that they could never stop shedding their tears. Not even if God himself told them to.

Because of the stupid rain, we could not roll down our windows to allow fresh air into the crowded van. The van that transported five of my brothers, my father, and myself looked to be only a decade old. Not very old. The outside was a shiny new coat of silver, being able to mimic a mirror once put up to something. The windows, which I was looking through, were darkened to make it difficult for others to see inside. Although, for creatures like us, it doesn't make a difference. A black dot is merely a mix of colors put together...

"Are we there yet? I can't wait to get there..." Tommy whined to my right. I snorted. Why in the world was he excited about this move? We were bloody moving for the twentieth time in the past two years!

Tommy looked up at me, but didn't meet my gaze. He was seven years old, but looked about 10. Of all my brothers, I'd consider him my second favorite. He's still a child, and hasn't picked up too much from his father and older brothers yet. Hopefully never will. He, as of yet, doesn't know the true reason of why we move everywhere.

If anything, I could easily compare him to girls at his age. He likes to sew, is a wimp, and has longish almost white light blond hair that reaches to his shoulders and blue eyes that make him look like a girl on sight. At the moment having his lower lip protruding out into a pout made him even more girly, but adorable all the same.

"We'll be there soon, son, don't worry." My father responded, looking behind him at his youngest son for a moment before returning his attention to the road. I looked back to Jason, my eighteen year old brother.

"You just had to cave into your cravings, didn't you?" I asked him, narrowing my green eyes eyes at him. It was his fault that we were moving again. Why should we all pay for his stupid mistake? Why should I pay for my family's misfortune?

My brother Tommy is 7, Sam (my twin) is 17, Jason is 18, Zach is 20, and my oldest brother Mark is 25 years old. I have no idea how old my father is.

Practically all of my brothers look the same, except Tommy who hasn't really developed yet. They all have the same characteristics, small differences due to their life style and attitude towards food. Each one has blue eyes, tan skin, and dirty blonde hair that curls out and away from their scalp. Each one also has massive muscles that bulge from their skin and make anyone near them quite nice and courteous... anyone that isn't suffers head trauma. Or dies.

They are also all freakishly tall.

And I mean giant tall. My twin brother Sam, who is 6'11, is the shortest of my brothers. Excluding Tommy of course. I'm 6'10...

Me, being the only female of my family since my mother died three years ago, hardly look anything like my brothers and father. I have strawberry blond hair, for one thing, that almost reaches my shoulders and bright almost cat like green eyes. I am very strong for my age and gender however, and have beaten a few of my brothers in arm wrestling on more than one occasion. That's what you get when you live with five macho men and protect your practically defenseless seven year old. I'm fairly slender, hardly what you'd call skinny but I've got practically no fat on my body. I couldn't call myself beautiful, for a lot of people would call me very masculine and I have too broad of shoulders. I do however have some curves. Although not many people notice them...

At the moment I wore a loose black t-shirt with the lettering 'bite me' on the back in green, and also loose tan shorts. Around my neck was a Hawaiian necklace with flat beads covering it and a piece of wood in the shape of a fox head. Sam wore the same clothing.

"Shut it Chris." Jason retorted back, annoyed by constant 'nagging'. "You know you're just sore that you didn't get to taste some." He said, smiling back to me his wolfish grin and licking his lips. I saw his reflection in the window and nearly threw up.

"Seriously Chris," Sam said, leaning forward from the seat behind me so that his face was next to mine. "You should try human meat sometime. It's much better than stuffing yourself with human food and hoping it's enough to not lose control." He also grinned his wolf smile, showing all his canine teeth. I glared at him and growled dangerously at my twin brother. Although he was my favorite brother, he was a pain in the ass at times.

"One of these days something stronger than you is not going to happy for you killing their mate and friends." I said venomously to him, letting the deep growl continue to erupt from my chest. "If you weren't family I would have eaten you by now."

"Oh really? That would be entertaining to watch." He said, laughing at my threat.

"Why would you want to kill him Sissy?" Tommy asked from beside me, and I fell silent. I couldn't tell him why. He still had a few months of being happy and ignorant.

My father smiled. "I think it's about time we told little Tommy about our family secret. It's about time for him to be turned... isn't it, Chris?" I glared at the older man, scowling at the thought of Tommy turning. Unconsciously I dug my nails into my arms.

"He still has quite a few more-" I started, but was cut off.

"Tell me what!?" The little boy asked excitedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief at the thought of being let in on the 'family secret'. Little did he know the horrors of it. "I wanna know!" He said, pouting at the thought of now not knowing.

"He still has four more months." I stated, hoping to postpone. Of course now it would be impossible.

"Oh come on little sis!" Zack said, leaning towards me from next to Sam and grinning at me. I snarled at him and let out a loud growl baring my teeth at him. "You and Sam found out when you were five!"

"That's because I turned early because I'm a girl!" I said, getting more angry.

"Chris calm down. We don't need large animals bursting out and attacking each other in this small van." My father said, temporarily looking to us before looking back to the road. "You've tried to shield your little brother too long, and it's time he learned."

I snorted.

I knew I wouldn't win this fight.

When I didn't speak my pack took that as a sign of defeat. Tommy looked towards our father hopefully. His mouth was curved into a smile and his blue eyes seemed brighter than before. That was a sign that it was going to be sooner than we thought.

"We're not exactly human, Little One." Our pack leader spoke. The child's eyes looked to him in confusion. Before he could ask, he continued speaking. "We could be easily compared to 'werewolves', or 'shape shifters'. I'm not sure of how we came about, for my father lost his memory at a young age and never remembered how we came to be, but we are. At the age of about eight, we turn into large fox like creatures." My brother looked at him even more confused, and then to me.

"We can also be compared to vampires." I told him, looking away from his bright blue eyes. For they widened in realization. I could smell and sense his rising fear as his heart's sudden rapid increase, making his blood pump faster and face turn sheet white. I couldn't look at him.

Mark chuckled in the front seat, only now making any sound to this situation.

"But we're not vampires, only partly. If needed we can kill vampires, for we do very often. When I was about thirteen I was bitten, and ever since I've been faster and stronger than vampires, and have a taste for humans."

"Y-you k-k-k-killed those p-p-people o-o-on da n-ne-ews?" The little boy choked out, tears brimming his eyes and nearly falling. All of the men in the van started laughing at his expression. They've all lost their compassion for humans. When they were all told of this they got excited and howled with excitement, even with the knowledge that they would have to live with the idea of killing them. Friends, companions. Anything except us. Who cares about the hunted as long as you're the only hunter?

"Actually, I'm the one that killed most of them." Jason said, grinning maliciously at the frightened seven year old. "Then everyone else joined in once they realized that we had witnesses. It's unfortunate you couldn't join... there was plenty to share." Tommy whimpered and started crying.

I snarled angrily at Jason, but then it made Tommy more upset. I immediately stopped.

"Except you Chris. You were too much of a goody two shoe to eat any of them." He said, smirking.

"Y-you... didn't...?" Tommy tried to ask, trying to overcome the overwhelming surge of tears and intake of breath. I shook my head, taking him in my arms and tried to calm him down.

"No, I could never murder anyone. Shhhhhh..." I said over my pack's howling laughter for their little sibling's reaction.

"Your sister lives on human food, as do all of us. She makes an extra effort, however, not to succumb to her natural instinct like we all end up doing every once in awhile." My father said, his masculine voice clear and loud in authority after the laughter died down to mere chuckles and giggles.

Tommy didn't deserve this life...

"Since he's such a wimp and you are the second youngest, I'll leave you to teach him, Chris." My father stated, and I nodded. My hand stroked the child's hair as he sobbed, thinking back to all the times we moved. Each time was because one of them lost control... and it turned into a massacre. If I could I would stop them myself... but I'm last in command because I'm a girl. Even though I have to listen to Mark and my father, the leaders of the pack, I don't have to listen to my other brothers. I'm stronger than most of them, even if I am a girl. And don't satisfy the vampire part of me.

The smell of salty water mixed into the smell of the car as it came going, and like before, I looked out the window into the mixed colors of green blending together. Sobs filled the air along with the occasional chuckle.

Poor Tom was now officially part of the family.