HELLO PEOPLES! How are you all doing? That's great. Well, I am updating after 2 days of not. It's my sister's B-day today! WOO! She's 4. She's so cute.

Anyways. Disclaimer: Stephenie, I'm sure, would love to hand over the rights of Twilight to me.. but sadly.. they won't allow it. Sigh. It's still hers.

And I would like to thank Violet. She has helped me with this story sooo much, and she doesn't even realize it. SO THANK YOU V! I LOVE YOU!

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Chapter 5

Alice and Emmett escorted me inside, and sat me down at the (unneeded) kitchen table, where my stomach proceeded in growling. Emmett cracked his first smile all day.

"Sorry," I said. "I didn't eat all day."

"That's fine," said Carlisle walking in. "I'm sure we can figure something out." He turned to face Emmett and Alice. "Why don't you two go down to the Thriftway and get Bella some food?"

"What do we get?" asked Emmett, looking at me.

"Anything is fine," I said, laying my head on my folded arms on the table.

"Okay," he said. "We'll be back in a few minutes. Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper will watch you for now, okay Bella?" I looked up and nodded, then they left quickly, and I put my head back down.

It wasn't 6 minutes later that I heard the door gently open and close.

"That was quick," I said, lifting my head. "What'd you-" pause. "You're not Emmett and Alice."

The 3 vampires before me quietly laughed and the blonde in the middle said, "No. We're not. Good observation Bella. I am Fallon. This," she motioned towards the boy on her left, "is Liam. And this is Shenade." She pointed to the girl on her right. They had to be coven brother and sisters. And the ones that were looking for me.

They were all beautiful, of course. Different, but alike in some eerie way. Fallon had blonde hair, a slender bodice (but with curves), and a face that was carved from the most beautiful stone by the most skilled angels. Liam (the only boy) had reddish brown (more red than brown), a strong, lean frame, and big shoulders. His face was as white as alabaster, but had the sharpest features of all of them. The last girl, Shenade, had more curves than Fallon. She had the hips (not wide, but rounded in a feminine way), the breasts (they weren't huge, just bigger than Fallon's 32B ones), and a butt. But, she was skinny, and fit at the same time. Her hair was a brunette with an obvious red tint. The two words that described her were voluptuous and robust (for now). And the way they were alike.. I can't explain. They just were.

Great, I thought. The 3 Irish vampires that were hunting me, found me.

The boy -Liam- laughed. "How did ya know we were Irish?"

"Well, then," I said calmly. "You can read my mind? That's a nice effect. Not even my boyfriend can do that. And to answer your question, your accent is kind of heavy, and your names are about as Irish as it gets."

"Very good," the girl called Fallon said. "But… before we kill you, what say we 'ave an interview?"

"That sounds like a fine idea. But I ask the questions first. Fair enough?"

"I suppose so. But hurry up. I want to get this over with."

Alice PoV:

"Come on Emmett. We need to check out," I said grabbing his hand to yank him away from the meat.

"Fine," he said tearing his eyes away from the bloodied meat behind the glass. "We need to get home anyways. Bella's bound to get in trouble soon." He laughed, and I joined him while the woman behind the meat counter stared at us like we were slightly touched in the head.

But as we were walking down the cereal aisle (it was empty, thank God), I took in a sharp intake of breath.

VISION

"What makes you think you can kill me when James couldn't?"

A badass looking brunette answered. "Because," she said simply. "There are tree of us, and there was onlay wone of 'im. Besides, we've got thay Luck 'o' the Irish."

Bella laughed. "Okay, Shenade. You've got the luck of the Irish. You'd have to in order to get to me. But anywho, what did you do with Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper? They're bound to hear us."

A blonde girl who was very small and fragile looking (but let us not forget that looks are deceiving), looked worried. "There are others here?" she asked, obvious fear in her eyes.

"Oh, ho ho!" Bella laughed, haughtily. "What's this? You didn't honestly think they'd leave me unattended? Or did you? Well, anyways, it looks as if the Luck of the Irish has finally run out."

END OF VISION

Sweat dripped from my temples, and I was doubled over in pain, panting all the time. "Bella! We have to go, Emmett! Give them a 50. We have to go NOW!"

He quickly scooped me up, and ran (a little faster than human speed) up to a frightened cashier. He fished out the 50 dollar bill and slammed it on the counter, almost denting it (but remembering we were in the company of humans at the last second). "Emergency," he said holding me up as proof. Then he ran as fast as he could to our house, forgetting the car, to save Bella.

Bella PoV:

Carlisle and Esme were sneaking up silently behind the 3, ready to pounce. Jasper had his position behind me, invisible. But I could feel his light hands on my shoulders, letting me know I was safe. (And somehow, I don't think I would be as calm as I was if he wasn't there.)

Shenade answered my question. "Because," she said, her accent thick as molasses. "There are tree of us, and there was onlay wone of 'im. Besydes, weyve got thay Luck 'o' thay Irish." I (thankfully) was able to translate her words with much brain power.

"Okay, Shenade. You've got the Luck of the Irish. You would have to in order to get to me. But anywho, what did you do with Carlisle, Esme, and Jasper? They're bound to hear us." I said this to buy time. I knew Alice and Emmett would be home soon. Well, I hoped, more like. But I got the reaction I was looking for.

Fallon looked anxious. "There are others 'ere?" she asked timidly, fear in her eyes and masking her voice.

"Oh, ho ho! What's this? You didn't honestly think they'd leave me unattended? Or did you? Well, anyways, it looks as if the Luck of the Irish has finally run out." My voice was sickly sweet, even to my ears.

"Don't worry, lass. She's screwin' with yer mind. I didn't pick up any other thoughts in thay 'ouse." Liam waived a hand around his head in a circle, indicating he meant the whole house.

"Oh, no?" I said with false curiosity smothering my voice. "Well maybe they were prepared." I tapped my temple with my finger, and nodded wisely. "Blocking your mind can be very useful with a mind reader in the house."

But my sarcasm was lost on him. Now he just looked really pissed off and said, "Yer mental! There is no wone else in this damn 'ouse!"

Alice and Emmett were behind them too now, standing on eith side of Esme. "Is that so?"

"Yeh," he yelled. "It is!"

"Well that's funny," I said laughing. "Because there are four right behind you! And another behind me!"

All of a sudden, the 3 vampires were crouching, ready to pounce on whatever moved, but the Cullens were quicker. Jasper appeared and, in one fluid motion, pulled me off the couch and behind his back in a protective way. I noticed he wasn't breathing, but a snarl managed to escape his lips.

"Touch her and we'll kill you," he said venomously.

But Shenade just smiled and said, "I don' thenk so." Then she disappeared from sight.

"She can apparate?" roared Alice in rage. She pounced on Liam (who was the first thing in front of her) and Emmett did too. Then, next thing I knew, I felt a presence behind me. And the last thing I saw before I was scooped up (by Shenade, of course) was Esme viscously fighting Fallon, and Carlisle running towards me, distress written across his beautiful face.

But then, all the world seemed to pass by in slow motion. Everybody looked up, and Jasper turned around. I could hear the heart in my chest pound wildly in my ears and my breathing falter as I saw him and the rest of the Cullens drop their rival, and, with fear filled faces, run in slow-motion (which is really human speed running because they run so fast) to try to save me. Jasper made a grab for me, but Shenade snatched me from his clutches. Then slow-mo turned to normal speed and I heard a scream emanate through the room, only to later realize it was mine.

But then, the world stopped. Scratch that, we stopped, but the stop was abrupt as if she ran into a wall, right where the door was supposed to be. I turned around in the hands of my conqueror (which is a very hard thing to do, considering her steely grip on me) to stare beauty in the face. But this beauty was a pissed off one. And I knew exactly why. Rosalie was back.

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