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Chapter 4: Easier

School was just as it had been expected. People were whispering my name through the halls and in the classrooms as they had met my face. Speaking of my first day here at school, how I hadn't shown up the next day, and how I had made an abrupt scene in the cafeteria. If only they had known of the torment I were going through that day, but they would never know. It wasn't safe for anyone to know what I am. I haven't always felt safe by it.

I enjoyed parts of it. I enjoyed the running I enjoyed the moment that I was able to jump from a mountain at three thousand feet in the air and survive. Did I get hurt? Yes, but I survived easily as the wounds have cleared up simultaneously. The new life of mine was thrilling in more ways than I can properly explain to myself on the matters, but what the many questions I wanted to ask, I couldn't. Vilinsea, my maker, had left me many months ago. She said she had always traveled alone and she had only stayed around for quite a short time to explain the proper basics of what I am, what I could do, and what I need to do to survive. I had wished she left me with more information other than this, but now I was on my own to figure out the rest. Alone like she was. No one could give me this information, no one that I knew of.

It had alarmed me of my travels to Denali when I had subtly eavesdropped on Edward and the beautiful Tanya when he had called her a succubus. If she was a succubus, then why did she seem much more different than I? Her beauty and appearance had more characteristics of Edward and the others in that house, along with the rest of Edward's family here. Why were my eyes amethyst but their eyes were of molten gold? Why were they a more significant amount faster than I was? And why was my beauty incomparable to theirs? It could be very well that they were already more attractive and more physically appealing than I was when I was changed, but they were more than just perfect. Describing them as perfect would be the understatement of the century.

What also had concerned me was that they take their new life with a stride. If they were the same species as I, and killing was a part of their nature as much as it was of mine, how were they dealing with it so well? How had the countless murders and deaths that they had caused not dwelled on them, especially when they would have to continue doing so for the rest of their existence. The information that Vilinsea had shared with me about this was that at a point in our life, that the feeling of having to murder those around us to survive would become numb. It would eventually become second nature to us as we continue to do it more. I must have not gotten that numbness, yet. I didn't want to get to the point of feeling numb to murder. I despised this aspect.

I knew that I was not the most unflattering person. After I had my moment of weakness and attacked the hiker in the woods, I noticed that my nails were not so pale anymore, that the pinkness underneath the nail bed became more apparent, that the chips and jagged ends of them were now rounded perfectly as if I had just gotten a manicure. My skin didn't look as pale anymore, it sort of had a youthful glow, maybe the same glow that a pregnant woman has. How their skin and appearance show more life in them. My skin was radiant. I still had the many flaws that I had before. The freckles and flat moles on my arms were still there, but they had become less apparent. Something you'd have to actually look for. My lips had looked fuller and swollen in the mirror this morning. The dry chapness in them was gone, and they now looked to have been pulsing with blood flow with the red undertone in them. My cheeks were much fuller instead of bony, and the underneath side of my eyes had no longer looked dark and hollow.

Whenever I would go out in the sun during my time as a human, my hair normally would show the natural red highlights and undertones in the strands, but after the several months of me starving myself, my hair became dull and no red had shown through it. But since that day in the woods with the hiker, my hair had seemed to come back to life. Red flourished throughout it, even without the need for the sun to bring out the tone of it. I would never insinuate that I had looked more attractive and possibly beautiful, but I couldn't deny that I did look healthier. I looked more alive than I had in a long time. I was very accepting of my appearance in the mirror now.

My height didn't necessarily change. I was still the same height that I had been before, and I was always lean. I've been lean my entire life, but I now noticed that the unflattering portions of how my hip bones would jet out from my t-shirts, and the unflattering lifeless shape to my previous body was almost gone. I had more shape now. My body could be said to be curvier and filled in the right places like you see in the airbrushed magazines of models. I was not perfect, but I had liked my appearance more than I did before.

In all the sense though, Edward, along with those people in his home and those in Denali, did out rank me when it came to beauty. That bothered me with their flawless attributes. If they were a clan of succubus, why had they become more embraced in it, while I still lagged behind them? How did they form the molten gold color of their eyes while mine and Vilinsea's eyes stayed this unnatural amethyst hue that I have to continue to cover multiple times a day with contacts?

I wanted to ask them. I wanted to reach out to them and get as much information as I could, but it did occur to me that it was possibly a metaphorical response when Edward had called Tanya a succubus. They very well could be a different species than I. It wasn't worth the risk. I could be a danger to them just as much as Edward and his family could be a danger to me.

Luckily, today, Edward had kept his word. He was going to stay in Denali and not come back to Forks. His family were still here, though. I only noticed they were around when the heightened trickle in my throat flamed when I walked into the cafeteria today. It was much less severe and more manageable now that I had fed myself, but I knew now that they were the cause of the uncontrollable reaction that I had felt on my first day of school. Humans did cause uneasiness in me, but the Cullen's magnitude of energy had a greater attack.

What had left me feeling down was the idea that the only way I could keep managing this control when I was near their presence would be that I would have to feed more regularly. Valencia hadn't taught me how to control my feeding. She mentioned that she was able to not kill her prey, and that she would only take small amounts of energy at a time from different people to keep them alive. She said it would leave her prey faint until they were able to replenish their energy, but that was a much better choice than killing them. I wish she had taught me this control. I didn't want to kill anyone else, but she had told me that it takes practice and more time. That even the most controlled succubus has their moments of weakness and accidentally kill their prey. I was new though. I wasn't prepared for this life. I had no idea how to keep control.

Fighting against using the lure was much easier now, as well. Previously the subconscious monster had wanted me to use it many times of the day. I suppose that since I had fed into the subconscious monster, it now had left itself dormant until it needed to reappear again when I became hungry in the future. I knew that eating normal human food had helped fight the urge, but the subconscious monster still never went away. It always fought against me. I also noticed that I needed to change my contacts much less now. Since the subconscious monster was not fighting me anymore, the contacts reduced the rate they had previously melted away now. I was able to handle the rest of the school day on only one pair of contacts.

What I did miss though was having the subconscious monster around. It felt like the subconscious monster was the only one I could confide in about my new life as a succubus, and now that it was gone, I felt more alone. I never was able to speak to it, nor would it reply to my inner monologues or my outspoken words but having it around had left me feeling that I wasn't entirely on my own. Vilinsea was gone. She left me with words saying that I would be okay. To not fight against myself, but it was so vague. Maybe I was being dramatic, and her words were exactly what she meant. That the meaning behind them was just that, to not fight against myself. Which was an easy thing to consider, but I wanted to fight against myself. I didn't want this life. I didn't ask for it. Did I enjoy the many aspects of it? Yes, but I didn't want it.

I never had kissed a boy, nor had a relationship with one, and now I find that my first three kisses, or mouth to mouth contact, were with three complete strangers. I wanted the human experience of finding your first love, and having a real first kiss, maybe not anytime soon, but I had lost that. I find strange men falling in love with me without them understanding why. I find men lunging themselves at me, wanting and expecting sexual favors from me, only for me to drain their energy and kill them. That wasn't the love I wanted. Those weren't the first kisses that I wanted. I didn't want this life.

"Bella? Hello…." A hand began waving in front of my face, causing me to flinch. I looked around at my surroundings noticing I was sitting at the lunch table with the group of people I sat with on my first day. "There she is, welcome back to reality."

I could feel the crimson pouring into my cheeks and shyly smiled at my embarrassment. "Sorry," I said, exhaling my breath.

"I was trying to ask you if you needed my notes from yesterday," Mike said, with his hands placed on his open binder. He smiled at me, but looked a tad concerned, as well.

"I can give you my biology notes if you need them, too. We didn't go over much yesterday, so it's not much." Angela said, smiling at me as she leaned her body against the table.

I nodded, "Yeah that sounds great, thanks." I reached over, grabbing onto Mike's binder, but he intercepted my hand with his fingers as he grazed over the back of my hand when I had a grip on the binder. I raised my eyebrow, pausing for a moment. I could feel Jessica's eyes on me. I could feel the intense furrowed eyebrow and glare she had inflicted towards me during this moment. I quickly ignored his hand and pulled the binder over to myself, opening it up. "Can I possibly give you this back tomorrow so I can copy the notes tonight?" I asked, trying to ignore what had happened.

"Take it for as long as you need it, Bella," he said with a gleaming smile on his face as he stared at me.

I nodded, pressing my lips into a flat line. "I'll make sure to give it back to you in the morning."

"You feeling better? You looked like you were going to hurl on Monday. I wasn't sure I would have to take you to the nurses office, but then you just ran off," Jessica said. I wasn't sure if she was trying to genuinely care about me, or if she was just curious.

"Do I look better?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. She chuckled a little bit.

"Yeah, not as pale as you were before. When you said you felt sick, I expected it was much worse than that. Thought you were possibly going to die or something stupid like that."

Eric then leaned closer to me trying to find my eyes with his, but I continued to look down at the open binder in my hands, pretending to read it over. "What are you doing this weekend anyways?"

I stopped glancing my eyes back and forth at the different words written on the pages. "Um, my friend's birthday is this weekend. So, I'm planning on going to his party that he's having."

"You're going to a party this weekend?" Jessica asked.

"It's not really a party. He's just turning fifteen, and it's a few of his friends from the reservation. We are probably just going to be hanging out."

"You're friends with some guy down at La Push?" Mike asked, his face looked unpleasant. Did he not like them?

"Yeah, my dad is good friends with Billy and Harry, and when I was younger, I used to spend time with Billy's son, a lot, so he invited me."

"Well that's really nice of him," Angela smiled at me, chewing on a celery stick. Mike and Eric started muttering to themselves as they continued to crumble their hands inside of a potato chip bag. I looked back and forth at them confused.

I quickly changed the subject. "So, who are those people in the corner?" I asked, curious about getting more information about them. Jessica turned her head to look and then back at me rolling her eyes with a humorous smile on her face.

"Those are the Cullens," I noticed that the small pixie girl had changed her expression over to me. I couldn't look at her face, directly, but I could see her face become interested. Could she hear us? Certainly, she could. Edward and Tanya heard my gasp when I was trying to hide from them.

"They don't look very related," and after seeing them create physical touch and contact in their home, I couldn't imagine that they were.

"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins — the blondes — and they're foster children."

"They look a little old for foster children."

"They are now, two of them are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."

"That's really kind of nice — for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything."

"I guess so," Jessica admitted reluctantly, and I got the impression that she didn't like the doctor and his wife for some reason. Maybe it was the same reason Billy didn't like them, either. Or Billy had his own superstitions about them. But with the glances she was throwing at their adopted children, I would presume the reason was jealousy. "I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," she added.

Throughout all this conversation, my eyes flickered again and again to the table where the strange family sat. The small pixie's face no longer lingered towards me. They're body stances seemed more rigid now as they continued to look at the walls and not eat. I knew I could eat with no issue. My body functioned as it normally did, but as Jessica said, I no longer looked as pale as I did before. But this group of people were pale. Maybe as pale as I was when I was starving myself, but they didn't look sickly.

"Have they always lived in Forks?" I asked.

"No," she said in a voice that implied it should be obvious, even to a new arrival like me. "They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska."

Alaska.

"Denali?" I asked, realizing the stupid mistake I had just made. How could I have possibly guessed Denali if I wasn't supposed to know this information. Immediately in my peripheral view, I noticed the pixie and the blonde supermodel looked into my direction. The pixie seemed amused by me, but the blonde continued to glare. Sending the death threats that would ponder the question if looks could kill.

"Um, actually I'm not sure. That's pretty specific. Have you been to Denali before?" Jessica asked, looking more interested, but also annoyed at the same time.

"No. Never. It was just a stupid guess. It was the first place that came up in my head." I wasn't sure if I sounded convincing in the slightest. I leaned my body closer to Jessica, wanting to ask more questions, but hoped if I could whisper, that the others wouldn't be able to hear me. "What are their names?"

Jessica's eyebrow raised again, watching me with confusion at me getting closer to her. She looked appalled by me as she glanced back at Lauren who seemed as confused as her. Was this not normal to get closer to people? Or did they both possibly just not like me enough to be near me. Guessing though, it could be because they don't really know me well and I was being a bit too forward.

"Uh," she exhaled a breath of air from her lungs. My eyes began to flutter as the wave of decadent honey scented energy blew into my face. It didn't bother me too much this time as it had on Monday, but it did make me feel slightly faint. "They are all kind of weird. They are all together. The bigger guy that looks like he could use a larger sized shirt, that's Emmet. He's actually kind of with the blonde one, Rosalie." She subtly pointed her finger in their directions to point them out. "Then the one that looks like he's almost always in a lot of pain is Jasper, and he's with the short dark-haired girl, named Alice."

"Why would that be weird if they aren't related?" I asked, not wanting to get too much into their business, but they made me curious.

"They all have lived together— for a long time. You'd think they'd see each other more as brothers and sisters, but they don't." Her voice held all the shock and condemnation. I thought critically for a moment but had remembered that these people were not humans. They couldn't possibly be after what I had seen and heard from Edward and Tanya.

"I think the other one is Edward, right? He sits next to me in biology," I continued to read the Cullen's facial expressions in my peripheral vision. Alice still held her amused expression as she whispered to Jasper. Emmet seemed more amused about Rosalie's glare at me.

"Yeah, he's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently, none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when he'd turned her down. I bit my lip to hide my smile. Of course, he would turn her down. She was human, and he wasn't. How could a relationship like that work between the two of them? I'm sure it was highly unheard of. Even Tanya spoke slightly about her endeavors with human men, but she never seemed more attached in the emotional sense to them. "He missed school yesterday, too. Apparently, he came down with some kind of fever or something."

"Huh," was all I replied with. She looked at me with confusion again and then she glanced away with a more neutral expression on my face as if she didn't care to further investigate it. I knew he wasn't sick. He was hiding away in Denali. Apparently, hiding from me. What was so special about me that he needed to get away from me? Usually men were immediately attracted so much that they couldn't stay away from me. I started noticing those signs already from Mike and Eric.

In biology after lunch, he had taken it upon himself to sit with me, taking over Edward's spot. He spoke to me the whole time, ignoring Mr. Banner's numerous attempts to quiet him down. I remember boys in Phoenix were drawn to me more than the other girls that were around, but this was more than I could endure for the day. I hadn't made eye contact with him, so I wasn't completely sure why he was so drawn to being around me. It possibly had something to do with my recent feeding. Maybe along with my healthier complexion, the feeding also had to do with guys being more drawn to me because of my physical appearance. More than they normally would be with human girls. It made me uncomfortable. I never liked the attention before, and I certainly didn't admire it now.

After school had ended, I quickly walked to my car, unlocking my door and climbed into the driver's seat. I didn't turn the engine on just, yet. I just sat there. I felt overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with attention. Overwhelmed by the new possible revelations that could be the Cullens. The stares, the weird glances at me. The unamused and amused facial expressions. Were they interested in finding out what I was, too? Did they guess already that I wasn't human? Maybe Edward had figured out it was me that jumped off that mountain in Denali that day. Maybe he called them and told them to keep an eye on me while he was gone. But why? What could I possibly need to be watched for? Was I a possible threat to them? I didn't feel completely that way about them. Maybe just a tad bit now that I knew they weren't human, but I also didn't know what they were either.

I watched as a Jeep pulled out, driving past the back of my truck. It was them in there, but they didn't pay an ounce of attention towards my truck, or at me. Maybe I was just overreacting. I turned the key in my ignition and pulled out of the parking lot to head home.

Charlie wasn't at the house yet, so I quickly utilized the groceries I had bought for the house and prepared a chicken and broccoli casserole for him from a cookbook I had found in the cabinet that looked like it was never opened before. I had a few hours before he got home, so I was confident I would have the casserole prepared, in the oven, and completely cooked by the time he walked in the door.

I had come across the thought about Jacob and what I could get him for his party. I don't normally like people spending money on me, but I do like personal gifts that mean something. Jake used to be my friend when we were younger, granted though, I remember more about hanging out with his sisters than with him, but I do have some memory of the mudpies he talked about.

There wasn't much I knew about Jake. I knew he had two best friends, I knew that he had been the sole caregiver for Billy, and I knew that he enjoyed working on cars. That was most of the knowledge I had of him. If I knew I could possibly do anything that would mean something to him, it would have to be something that would relate to cars.

Charlie walked in the door, taking off his gun belt and jacket. He walked down the small corridor into the kitchen.

"Bells?" He called out.

"In the living room," I shouted back. I heard him let out a sigh of relief. He must have been worried I took off again. He walked into the room, looking at me while I was trying sitting in front of the opened closet door, pulling boxes out of it.

"What are you looking for?"

"Do we have any photo albums?" I asked, still shuffling through a box that seemed to only hold CD's and other junk.

"Yeah," he took long strides past me, and walked closer into the closet scanning the top row until he had found something that caught his eye. He reached up, grabbing out a cardboard box that wasn't closed and pulled it off the shelf. He took it over towards the coffee table and placed it down. "Looking for anything important?"

I stood up, grabbed the CD box and put it back into the closet. "Yeah, just trying to figure out something to give Jacob for his birthday."

"Well, I could take you to the store or something. You can pick something out," He said. I rolled my eyes at him. Of course, I didn't want to pick something random at a store that had no sort of sentimental value behind it.

"No, I don't think I would find anything there." I pulled out the photo album, opening it up on the couch and flipped through the laminated pages of photos. I scanned each page until I noticed one that had me around the age of eight and Jacob around the age of five. In the background was Rachel and Rebecca who were a little older than I was. They were in the water while Jacob and I had our arms wrapped around each other, smiling at the camera for a photo. I smiled at it. I guess Jacob and I were closer than I thought when we were kids. I just didn't remember it.

I hadn't figured out what I wanted to do with what I had found yet, but I knew I would be able to figure it out before Saturday.

I flipped through more photos of me as a kid. I was wearing a long sleeve pink t-shirt and shorts wearing yellow bows that had pulled my hair into pigtails. I was in La Push with Rachel who had apparently pushed me down on the ground in this photo. I was covered in sand and crying in the photo.

I looked up at Charlie who had his arms crossed and a tight smile on his face. "Did I spend a lot of time on the reservation as a kid?"

"Yeah, you hung out there all the time. Your favorite spots were the tide pools." That was something I faintly remembered. I flipped through more pages seeing ones of me looking unhappy while sitting in a boat with Charlie while he fished. I chuckled at that. I do remember that I hated fishing. I flipped back to the photo of Jacob and I, pulling it out of the laminated paper.

"Can I take this into town and get a copy of it?" I asked him.

"You're going to give him a photo of the two of you?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. "Kind of seems like a lame gift, Bella. Billy probably already has that photo. He's turning fifteen. Might want magazines or action figures," he huffed.

"Action figures?" I snorted at him. "And no, I don't know what I'm going to do yet, but this picture can give me a head start." I stood up, closing the photo album and placed the photo of us on the coffee table. Charlie grabbed the box and put it back into the closet.

I went back to the kitchen to check on the casserole which was finished. I pulled it out and prepared plates for Charlie and I and we enjoyed the rest of our dinner together making small conversation about school. He had asked me if it went better today, which it had, but I had a lot on my mind throughout it. I don't think I really took any notes which reminded me that I needed to copy down the notes that Mike had given me.

We finished our dinner where then Charlie retired the rest of his night on the couch in front of the television while taking a few glances towards me while I cleaned the dishes and put the casserole away. I was annoyed. I wasn't going to run off again, at least for not that long as I did. If I were to run off anywhere, I would have made sure I came home before Charlie would have noticed. But he was being attentive to my presence as if he was trying to make sure I was still in the house. I made sure to make a lot of noise while cleaning the dishes so he would take a break from checking up on me.

"I'm going to go do some homework," I said to him, wiping the water off the counter with a towel, and then folding it back up on the counter.

"Okay, Bells. Goodnight," he said, waving at me while his face was now confined to the screen. I walked up the stairs, grabbing my towel out of my room and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. I placed my towel over the wrack, looking into the mirror, investigating my appearance. The contacts in my eyes actually held up very well. I had gone through one other pair of contacts today instead of the usual five or six. Normally they would fully melt off, but even the first pair hadn't. It only slightly melted away, revealing the edges of the amethyst purple of my eyes. It had happened earlier in the lunch room whenever Jessica's breath of energy seeped into my lungs, and only deteriorated more whenever Mike would get too close to me during biology, but other than that, the first pair never fully melted away.

I found myself smiling at that idea. Knowing full well that feeding was the reason for this. Feeding gave me control. Other than the agony and mystery I felt from murdering someone, it did make trying to be as human as possible much easier.

After my shower, I did my regular routine as I did at home. Combed through my hair, blow dried it, brushed my teeth, put on a different pair of sweats and tank top, and place a new pair of contacts behind my lamp on my nightstand to have them ready for me to put on in the morning.. I copied down Mike's notes into my own notebook and put it to the side.

I couldn't help but continue the thought of what Edward and his family were. If they weren't succubi, that only meant they were something else. Something with beautiful molten gold eyes, pale blemish free skin, perfect proportions, very fast, and very well hearing. Nothing that came to mind were possible ideas of what they could be. Of course, I went through the ideas of superheroes from comic books. Radioactive spiders or kryptonite. But that wouldn't have happened to all of them. That would be such a wild and predictable coincidence. Not likely but it could be possible.

And Edward said he had found me fascinating. Attracted to me even. That just only had to do with my succubus side, though. I don't think I would ever actually meet someone that would have their own free will to care for me other than those who had cared for me my entire life as a human. I sighed at the found thought. No one I ever meet again would care for me innocently. They would only care for me because my attributes as a succubus tells them to.

After I heard Charlie walk up the stairs, I grabbed my notebook and ruffled through a few pages of notes. He stood behind my door, pausing, and then turned the handle to open it. He peered through the door, checking on me to see if I was still here. Unbelievable.

"Just coming to say goodnight," he said.

"Night dad," I smiled, keeping my eyes down on my notes to hide my amethyst eyes. "I'll see you in the morning."

He muttered low to himself, but I heard it clear as day, "Yeah, better see you." He closed the door behind him and walked into his room, shutting his door. I heard him pacing back and forth and hesitating. I then finally heard him getting dressed for bed and climbed into his bed to fall asleep.

When I heard his snoring, I immediately jumped out of bed and walked gracefully to my closet. I pulled on one of my jean jackets and sneakers. I knew I was grounded but I'm not just a regular teenage girl anymore. I didn't need to sleep as long as one, and I was not going to plan on sitting in my room all night. There was nothing I needed to study yet since it was only the first week of school. Most of our notes were over the syllabus and what we were planning on doing for the rest of the year, and about only a few pages of notes on basic stuff that we had already learned from junior high.

I climbed out of the window, already forgetting about its creakiness. I told myself I needed to get some oil for it, which I would plan on getting after school tomorrow. I grabbed onto the tree branch and swung myself onto the ground. I looked around and carefully walked into the tree line.

I began to run as soon as I noticed there were no lights left creeping in the trees from the tree line and only the moonlight that was shining down past the limbs and vines.

I needed to process my thoughts, process whatever knowledge I had of the Cullens. I also needed to process what I am. I needed to process the meaning of what the rest of my life would entail. I was a murderer. I knew that. I had to kill people to make my life easier for me which was utterly selfish. Who am I to take others' lives just to keep me comfortable? Who am I to decide the fates of other people just to keep me looking healthy and keep Charlie happy by having me around? I died many months ago. I was supposed to die after those men had attacked me in the parking lot. I wasn't supposed to be here. My mother was supposed to come home to a phone call from the police to tell my mother that my injuries were much too fatal to operate on in the hospital. Charlie was supposed to hear my mother in hysterics on the other end of a call where she couldn't breathe enough to say a full word or sentence.

My life was supposed to be over, and there I was, smiling in a mirror because my contacts didn't fully melt away today. Smiling because I knew that to keep this up, I would have to continue killing, and in that small moment of weakness, I didn't care. I am a terribly selfish person.

I decided to take my detour to the Cullen house. I crossed over the bridge again, hurdling over fallen trees and passing the woods near the streetlights that continued to fade away as did the houses. Finding myself on the same street that seems isolated from the others. I noticed the mailbox that was hidden behind a fern bush and took my turn onto their unpaved driveway that winded for miles until I had properly reached the house. I stood farther away from it than I had the other night. I lurked behind the tree that huddled together, seeing where the lights of the house had illuminated a large portion of the woods that I was hiding in.

Seeing into their world as they walked around the house like a normal family as if their son wasn't hiding from me in Denali. I watched as Emmett sat in the living room holding a console controller in his hand while he played the game he had hooked up to the television. Rosalie had her body draped over the couch as she held a new edition of a mechanic magazine in her hands, flipping through the pages at a fast rate. I didn't see Jasper or Alice this time. They must have been in a different room, including Esme. But I noticed Carlisle walking around the house with a book in his hand that looked relatively old.

They just seemed as normal as other people I have met, but more graceful and beautiful. I knew I couldn't possibly be making all this up in my head. I knew I couldn't have possibly just imagined Edward's speed compared to mine. I know what I saw. They were not human, no matter how they perceived themselves to be. Even the school had their own thoughts about them. This family were outsiders. They didn't fit in. They isolated themselves from the other students at school other than when they were in the classrooms.

They didn't fit in— Billy. Billy knew this. Billy warned me about staying away from the Cullens as if there was something wrong with them. Did Billy already know what the Cullens were? And if I asked, would he tell me? No, probably not. I would be going to La Push this weekend, though. It wouldn't hurt to try to ask him. I could use my mind manipulation talent, but I wouldn't dare use that on someone for my own personal vendetta. No, he would have to tell me by his own choice.

I sighed. I realized I was pacing a trench in the ground. Either the Cullens were really unobservant, or they had to know I was here spying on them. If they did know, why not make the appearance to speak to me? Why not come out, capture me with their confound amount of speed, and take me down in the woods? I obviously suspected them of something, and by now, I'm sure Edward would have had to tell them about me. That is if he had figured out it was me or not that was in Denali spying on them. Were they purposely ignoring me? Were they purposely acting so human in their home while I was here? Of course not, they were already acting this way before I got here. But what activities would they possibly be doing if I wasn't here? That was a silly thought. Imagining that they were flying in the air around the house, shooting lasers from their eyes, manipulating fire and lightning.

I shook my head. I wasn't going to find answers by spying on them. They were acting like completely normal people. Carlisle worked in the hospital, saving lives every day. Charlie really respected him. Respected that Carlisle took this job when he could take a better one with his talents. I wondered how talented Carlisle had to be if he was that renowned as a doctor. Maybe they were a super intelligent species. Maybe their species didn't have to kill people like I have to. Of course, they didn't kill people. Carlisle worked in a hospital and saved lives.

Immediately I felt my gift form over me, shielding my scent and covering the tracts of my scent that I left behind. I didn't know why, but I began to feel tense. I listened carefully to my surroundings and could hear footsteps over three hundred yards away coming towards the house. Were they coming after me? Or possibly visiting the Cullens. I didn't have the time to think it through, so I took off, running through the woods, but not heading home. I jumped over a stream that was separating the terrain and continued forward. Following the moonlight as I continued to run. I didn't know where I was going. I hadn't fully mapped out the land, yet or had the time to. I just knew I was going to continue running; running until I could feel my gift unravel.

I noticed that the foot falls of the ones that I heard earlier were out of range. I couldn't hear them anymore. I'm not sure they were chasing after me in the first place. They might have walked past my disguised scent without knowing I was ever there. Strange, though. I was out of danger from the fast-paced foot falls but my gift still held a tight hold over my body, still trapping my scent. I continued to run, though. I didn't have plans of stopping. I needed to find my way back home. I needed to be able to find the edge of a tree line so I could follow a road home. I knew the roads, just not the woods all too well.

I felt my body seize—coming to a stop. The tension began to heighten. The tension began to tighten in my core as I knew I no longer was alone. And then I could hear it.

Growling.

A/N

Another cliffhanger! How fun, right? We love those cliff hangers. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I know most of it was a lot of inner monologue. But I needed to give you more insight on Bella's succubus. Bella was always an attentive person, so I would assume she could possibly put some pieces together to help her figure out this new life. And it's only her first week of Forks and so much has already played out! Wow.

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