"Marina, I need you to wrap your arms around my neck and stay very, very quiet. Tap twice if you sense someone coming," Her father whispered as he leaned over, guiding her arms around his neck, and carefully picking her up. Her head hurt moving, but Demetri tenderly held his frozen hand over the back of her head where it was swollen to ease the pain. Heidi was standing behind him and squeezed her hand reassuringly. Both were wearing back packs.

She felt him slowly set her down inside something. The back seat of a car. A strip of fabric was clasped around her as she slumped her head against it. She winced at the screech of tires as they sped away. What was going on? Her thoughts felt muddled as they drove out of the city. The sky was turning a warm peach warning of a sunny day. The last thing she remembered seeing was Heidi clasping her father's hand as he shifted into a higher gear.

xXxXx

The boy sat cross legged on his bed. His wide reptilian green eyes bright with life as a tick tock filled the heavy air. "Yes I am alive and well, thank you for asking, master," Damien smiled, "Given my current status among the living, those seventy-two virgins or whatever you had planned for Alec will no longer be needed. If anything, you are going to let Alec be."

Aro closed his mouth not realizing it had been opened. How was Subject Two alive? He had seen him die. This was not possible. If something died, it stayed dead. That was the laws of the universe. And that simple law was broken entirely. This wasn't natural.

And the boy was staring at him unafraid. No childish awe and fear like he was used to. Well, he was just going to have to fix that.

"Damien? My dear child, we thought you were dead. We mourned your death for days," Aro said reaching out as if he were going to embrace his grandson. Damien backed away. These words seemed too familiar, too scripted. He saw an image of Jane in the reflection of Aro's eyes as if he was speaking to her and not him. And with that, Damien slid off the bed and walked down the hallway.

He needed to find Joan. He needed to make things right. Once out of the influence of being in Aro's presence, which always seemed to darken his thoughts and decisions, he suddenly felt a pang of guilt. His first coherent thought after being alive again was to seek petty revenge. He should be with loved ones and should have comforted Joan. This miracle of coming back to life was a second chance. A second chance to be a better person.

He stopped in the bathroom to wash up. It wasn't until he looked in the mirror that he saw how horrific he looked. Blood stained his face, in thicker more prominent stains in the corners of his mouth. Something sticky was making his bangs crisp and stand in a weird way. His unhinged eyes seemed sunken into his head and dark under eye bruises clashed against ghost pale skin. Quickly he looked down not wanting to make eye contact with himself for what had happened. He turned on the water for the shower and hopped in not waiting for it to get hot. Looking down at the insides of his arms, he was blue snake through his veins, creeping past his wrist and into his thumb and fingers. His skin slowly became more rosy, flesh like even. Staring at his arms and chest, he was startled by a strange sob as his fingers brushed over the harsh cuts. He held in back behind in hand, closing his eyes. Behind dark lids images of existing in whatever purgatory he resided in flashed through his mind. Of attacking rabids, of being completely wild and loving every second of the violence as he slowly lost himself. Snapping his eyes open, the bottom of the shower was dark with dried blood as it rolled off his pale skin and piled up around him with all the terrible things he had done. He felt as if he should be sick, feel the acid taste in the back of his throat. But all that he tasted was the sweet taste of fresh blood. Olivia. He had gone against everything Joan had taught him and attacked an innocent life. He would have killed her had she not stopped him. Even if she wasn't the nicest person, she still was a child. He would have killed a child without blinking. He was a monster. Another loud sob choked out of him as he now sat on the floor of the shower, curled with his knees to his chest and arms hugging around him numbly no longer able to tell the temperature of the water. The floor was now pink.

Something inside him told him to stand back up and turn the water off. Get a towel. Dry off. Wrap the towel around his waist. Open the door. It was robotic as he ordered himself to keep moving on to the next task. He made his way downstairs to his water damaged room, only stopping in the hallway outside his door. Someone was down that hallway. Pausing he heard nothing. The note books lay saturated and soggy, the bedding would have to be replaced, his clothes were still damp and smelled like mildew. His room was full of decay and deterioration. And yet there was a revelation that a flood had indeed washed everything away making place for something new. He made his way up to Alec' room.

Damien hated the way he seemed to fit so effortlessly into Alec's clothes. Only a roll up of sleeves here, a roll up of pant legs there. The waist band was a little loose, but not by much. Everything smelled like Alec, calming him down as usual as he buttoned up his second skin.

He kept trying to use Alec's scent to calm him down as he made his way to Joan's room. What would he even say? Surprise! Quote Monty Python and the Holy Grail, "I'm not dead yet". Would he scare her? Would she be happy to see him? Had she moved on? Did she still love him?

Damien froze when he opened the door. A chair stood underneath the light fixture. A rope hung from it. Joan stood crying on the chair. The rope was around her neck. He screamed as she stepped off the chair.

The air went still. Everything was frozen in that moment.

Joan stepped off.

She waited for everything to go away. She had lost her parents, her brother twice, and now the boy she thought of as her son was dead. She would forever be trapped here reminded on him every day. Even visiting the DeLeale's, all she saw was her son in them. Enzo especially. She would share a home with the people who killed her brother as she continued to serve them. She would witness countless innocent lives slaughtered as she stood by to watch.

Something stopped her.

Why wasn't she falling? Why was the rope not tightening?

She opened her eyes to find a small boy with green eyes crying with his hands out stretched, willing her to not fall. Almost by magic as she floated there.

"Damien?" she gasped. The boy didn't look up at her he was so in shock as he forced himself to breathe in. Breathe out. With shaking hands, he numbly pulled the chair back under her. She scrambled to undo the rope and with wobbly legs stepped off the chair. She knelt down and started crying too, hugging him close. He felt so cold. He still hadn't blinked as he stared at nothing completely horror stricken. He had just watched the woman who was like a mother to him try to commit suicide. And he had felt her despair, everything that was running through her head, every burden. And he understood it.

"I'm so sorry," he choked out feeling another wave of tears as he hugged her back, kissing her forehead wanting all these demons to go away. They stayed like that for a long time as darkness began to fall.

"How?" she shook her head. Damien had her sit down and had gone to what was left of the kitchen to make her a simple dinner and a cup of tea for both of them. He didn't want her to know what he had done, how savagely he had destroyed everything. How he was a monster. They now sat on the bed as she stared at him. "I don't know. Apparently us dhampirs aren't as mortal as we thought. But I'm back now. We can be a family again," he squeezed her hand reassuringly. She squeezed back.

Olivia still felt a little dazed as she walked to her room. Her head spun from losing so much blood and from the chaos of what happened. Blood soaked her right shoulder and trickled down her back before drying. But the bite mark had healed leaving two crescent moons. She needed to change and tell people Damien was alright and well. Her shirt was ruined.

When she went to find her father to let him know, all she found was more chaos. "Search the Building!" Caius screamed, "They couldn't have gone far!"

"What's going on?" She asked deaf ears. Eventually Chelsea noticed her, "People have gone missing."

"Who?" she asked.

"Demetri, Heidi, Marina, and Tiago," Chelsea answered, "A car took off at dawn this morning."

Her brother was missing. He had left.

"Chelsea," she stopped the older woman from walking away, "I need to you listen. I have something very important to tell you. Damien is alive again."

Chelsea froze looking at the child, before turning to find Aro. Olivia followed behind her. Her master would need proof. They found him locked in his room, scowling at a mirror. "Leave me be," he growled with haunted eyes. "Master, Damien is alive," Chelsea hoped the good news would cheer him up, please her master. "I know," he said with an empty laugh, "I know." He still did not move from his spot.

They left nervously closing the door.

"We need Damien to help us find them," Chelsea said taking charge. As she should. Both girls found him with Joan drinking tea on her bed as if they had no cares in the world. "We need you right now," Olivia ordered. He slowly got off the bed helping Joan set her plate on the night stand.

"Tiago, Heidi, Demetri, and Marina are missing," she explained, "You need to help us find them."

"Tiago is still in the Building," the words bubbled out before he could stop them. The person he sensed downstairs.

The two kids ran downstairs. He wasn't in the training room. He caught his scent near the incinerator. Please don't be fucking 'dead' dead, Damien begged. They continued down the tight enclosing hallway.

Damien spotted Santiago's ghost. "Is he down here?" Damien asked as Olivia gave him a weird look for talking to thin air. Santiago look like he was going to break, something bad happened. The ghost pointed down the hallway. The two children crept slowly, now scared. At the end of the dark tunnel they found a body lying on the ground.

Tiago.

Olivia ran up screaming, shaking him. "He has no pulse. He's not breathing," She couldn't breath as she held his head in her lap. Her brother was dead. Her eyed snapped up at Damien, "Bring him back. Bring him back like you came back!"

Damien hugged her trying to calm her down. He coaxed her into setting Tiago's head down carefully. "It's best if you don't touch him. Do nothing that would potentially insight more harm. That way he will wake up quicker. I need to see how he died," Damien calmly told her stroking her hair, knowing it would relax her. He looked at the body. The neck was bruised, lips blue, eyes popping out slightly. Peaking them open he found them dilated and with broken blood vessels. The body had no warmth in it and had been here for several hours. Looking at the bruises more carefully he found they had a slight hand print shape to them. There was darker bruising over the front part where the thumbprints were and Damien would see the cartilage of his windpipe moving as Tiago healed. He had been strangled. Slowly Damien put his hands on the bruises. They were only slightly bigger than his with thinner fingers that were proportionally larger than the palm. Breathing in the scent, he smelled another dhampir. It was familiar to him. Olivia said she couldn't smell anything. He felt his head spin as his ability took effect.

Marina was leaving. He felt his heart drop like a stone into a cold river. He had to find her attacker before it was too late. Once he was caught Marina could come back. He had smelled the blood on her knife and followed the blood trail. It was an unknown dhampir. He walked down the dark corridor. He was scared. His heart had been racing. Finally he reached a dead end. He had tapped on the wall to find it hallow. Feeling along the edges, he found cracks that formed a rectangle cut out. He opened it to find a secret passage way. Something had made him stop. Something wasn't right.

Then something was gripping his throat. He couldn't breathe! His eyes bugged out and chest burned. Blindly he tried to see what was attacking him and saw no one. Just like Marina had said. An invisible attacker. He reached his arms out as black spots started flashing around him. He was going to pass out. Finally he felt something tangible. Two arms and a body. He tried to fight who ever had him, but his legs buckled and-

Damien curled on the ground clawing at his own throat, coughing, forcing himself to start breathing again. The black spots still sparkled around him and grew bigger as his eyes bugged out. Olivia had never seen Damien use his ability like that up close. She hadn't realized how dangerous it was to him and how maybe having a gift like that was harmful. She grabbed one of his wrists and thought about filling him with strength, using her ability to keep him from blacking out like he normally did. The fog from his eyes cleared. "Thank you," he panted sitting up. He hadn't realized Marina had been attacked. That made sense. Demetri had left with Marina and Heidi to protect them. He breathed in the dhampir's scent again. He recognized both the scent he got from Tiago's experiences and from the scent surrounding the body. It was his brother, Jonathon.

Jonathon had attacked Marina and Tiago. Gears started clicking in his mind. People couldn't see him, couldn't hear him, couldn't smell him, and couldn't touch him. Couldn't sense him. Except for Damien. Jonathon wasn't a ghost. He was gifted.

He could make it so no one could sense him.

And for some reason he was using Donovan's scheme to hide there being a send different string of attacks. Attacks on the children of the Volturi. Damien looked down at Tiago. He hoped he was okay in Purgatory, as Damien now called it. Damien had been lucky to have a guide when he first woke up. He had made allies easily. Had played the game. Tiago wasn't the deceptive type and didn't think strategy. He wouldn't know that he would need to lie about being a Volutri. He thought of protecting the people he cared about and making them happy.

"What did you see," Olivia asked, snapping him back to the present. "A dhampir attacked him. He was strangled but he won't be dead long. I only took so long since I had Joham cutting me open and making it so I couldn't heal. He will be fine," Damien smiled at her coaxing a smile back. Both children sat against the wall, waiting. Olivia rested her head on his shoulder, even though she was taller than him. He put his arm around her, but only because he could sense that was what she wanted and what would make her happy. He wasn't use to comforting people. "Should we go upstairs and tell anyone?" she asked. Damien shook his head, "No, it will only cause alarm. They have enough shit to deal with upstairs as it is."

The quiet was nice.

"I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you," she apologized, "I really was a brat as a kid."

"Was?" Damien huffed.

She swatted his arm playfully. He could tell she was being genuine, a rarity amongst this coven. Oliva was nothing more that the product of her environment. She was raised by the wives and by Chelsea and their influence. Just because she was spoiled didn't mean everything in her life was easy and clean cut. It didn't mean he liked it, but his gift forced him to understand her deeper. And he didn't really have the right to criticize her when the body of her adopted brother lay less than a metre away and he had just tried to kill her that morning. The Volturi were known for not offering second chances.

But everyone deserved one.

The quiet was interrupted by the sound of Tiago gasping for air, rolling on his side just as Damien had done an hour ago, coughing and sputtering in shock as his eyes snapped open.

"Welcome back to Hell!" Damien announced jovially.

"I was in a forest. It was cold. There was this ash stuff," Tiago started saying, not quite making sense to Olivia who was now hugging him. She was a very huggy person.

It made sense to Damien, "Did you see anything else? Talk to anyone?"

Tiago shook his head, "No. I wanted to see my dad. Maybe even my mom. The real parents. But it was just this eerie silence."

Damien looked up to find Santiago smiling at the three of them. Damien smiled back. "Thank you," the ghost said before its eye went wide and he started to glow more. "All I wanted was to see my son taken care of and for him to know and love me. Goodbye, Tiago," Santiago came and surrounded him in a finally hug as he began to glow more before becoming nothing but a peaceful light with the image of a sporty woman reaching her hand out to him welcoming him. Damien could sense the ghost was gone. Gone for good. He hadn't realized that ghosts could leave. But rather in this case, they could move on to whatever next and no longer feeling trapped here. It made sense. The Volturi had been killing people for millennia and if every person they killed became a ghost, this place would be filled to the brim. Maybe there was a way to help the other ghosts? This was Damien's second chance.

The three children made their way back upstairs.

"We found Tiago," Olivia informed, "And we have information on the killer!"

Everyone surrounded her as she explained and retold all that they knew theatrically. Damien knew she liked the spotlight more than him and needed this. He, like Alec, loved the shadows. He didn't want people to fuss and freak out over him breathing. Even Caius seemed happy for once as she recalled how Tiago smelled the dhampir blood and how Damien had sensed everything. She left out Tiago dying, but no doubt Aro would find out later. Their master even found his way out of his chambers to find out why everyone was so happy suddenly.

Damien was happy it distracted everyone from tracking down Marina and Demetri. This news would buy them more time.

Donovan noticed the green eyed boy hiding in the shadows. He ran up as Damien held out his hands to try and push him away cringing as Donovan scooped him up in a hug spinning him around. Damien made a sound that reminded Donovan of a drowning cat. It sounded like Alec whenever Donovan had hugged him to annoy him. He set the boy down and was surprised as to why he was scowling at him.

"Relax it was just a joke," Donovan laughed. The boy still scowled at him, not quite trusting him. Did he do something? Or worse, did Damien know something he shouldn't have?

Damien excused himself, not making eye contact with Donovan to go say goodnight to Joan. He wanted to make sure she was okay. He didn't want to lose her. Today had ben Hell in a handbasket and through everything, the worst thing was knowing that had he been a second too late she would have died and she would not have come back. She at the end of the day was still Human.

His room was still flood damaged so he decided to sleep in another room upstairs. Numbly he chose a room at random. Flopping on the bed, completely drained from the day that never seemed to end, he curled up under the blankets and stared at the ceiling. Something was off. Laying on his back he felt something poking him in the back. He felt like the princess from "The Princess and the Pea". Getting out of bed, he knelt down to try and find what was poking him. He would a black leather bound book.

The Bible with his mother's letter in it.

He read it over.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Hugging it to his chest, he fell asleep to the words floating in his mind reminding him that just because something was dark, it didn't mean it was evil. That he wasn't evil.

That she loved him.

Forks

Ness was freaking out. Star seemed to be following her non-stop. Watching her with curiosity. Already the human had her foot in the supernatural door with her family being killed by werewolves. Ness slipping up had only set the human back on the trail for the peculiar. The dark died middle schooler would sit in the back of the class, eyes flicking over her many books on werewolves she researched. The books had changed to books about telepathic powers. Ness nearly had a heart attack when she saw the name "Anne Rice", but relaxed when she noticed the title was for a werewolf series.

In gym class Star would watch her movements. "You're not sweating or breathing hard," she commented one day.

At lunch she smiled and set her tray down, "You don't eat".

In the locker room she grabbed Ness's wrist, smiling as if she was in on the secret already, "Your skin is really hard and really pale." Her faced scrunched in confusion, "But you're really warm." Ness blushed as other girls whispered about the two girls in the awkward position in the corner of the locker room.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but you need to cut it out. For your own good," Ness tried to sound threatening, but her voice naturally was kind. And she didn't know if she could follow through with it. She wasn't a violent person. Her grandpa had taught her there was always a peaceful option.

"I know you're not human," Star smiled, whispering in her ear with their faces pressed together, "You can tell me."

The human's blood smelled really good and the closer she got to Ness, the more agitated she got. "No, you need to leave me alone. I could get in a lot of trouble with your questions and the more you ask, the more endangered you, me, and my family are. You could get them killed, me along with them," She hissed backing away.

"So your family is different also," Star smirked. Ness felt her hands shake. If anymore was revealed her family would be on the chopping block. Or worse, she would have to move away from Jacob. Move away from grandpa Charlie and her new to be grandma Sue. Her species of half vampire would be under more scrutiny under the watchful eyes of the Volturi. She had too much to lose. And so she walked away from Star.

Jacob picked her up from school. Although she loved afternoons with Jacob, she hated the rumors his presence brought. Middle school girls were vultures for gossip. "Told you she was whore. And dating a middle aged man," Marissa sneered to her two friends as Ness slammed the door shut so hard she almost broke the car. Her face felt hot. She wasn't dating Jacob, he was just her best friend. He had been her best friend since the day she was born, the one who always looked after her, protected her, let her vent and rant to, kept her sane, and made her laugh even on the worst days. Looking over, he was blushing too at the comment. You're not middle aged. You're like twenty, Ness rested her hand on his arm, Relax they are just a bunch of immature girls who will do anything to not focus on how stupid and boring they are. She breathed easier when she was able to use her gift. It was effortless. When she could express herself in ways words failed. The world would be a better place is some people talked less.

They drove to her house and parked in the garage. The house was empty since Carlise was still at work, Edward and Bella were in their cottage, Esme, Alice, and Jasper were out hunting, and Rose and Emmett were on another "honeymoon". "Do you have any homework?" Jacob asked, making sure he was responsible for Edward's sake. She shook her head no and showed him images of her doing her homework in class when the teacher wasn't looking. Less friends, less distractions. It was easy to forget how quiet his Nessie was when she wasn't using her power. "Well in that case…" he jumped gracefully and landed on the other side of the couch turning on the TV for Netflix. There new favorite past time was watching the stupidest slasher films and making fun of them together.

"Want anything to eat?" she asked knowing he was bottomless pit. He still liked to play the game of guessing which human foods she might randomly like. Oddly they had found that she really like vanilla ice cream, green tea, popcorn, and meat as long as it was raw and had nothing but salt to season it. Pork was her favorite which her grandpa Carlise had a theory that it was because pig was the closest to human flesh. "There has even been research done on using pig organs for transplants." It was disturbing, but it made sense. It was easy to forget in their domesticated life style that she was still half vampire and still had instincts to hunt humans like the rest of them.

"Surprise me," He joked, "What movie do you want to watch?"

"Surprise me," she winked. She found some melon slices in the fridge as she threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave. She handed him Coke and the fruit at which he scrunched his nose at. "You need to eat better food than just mac and cheese with hot dogs. Fruit is good for you," she coerced. He ate it to make her happy. She plopped down next to him shaking the bag of popcorn to mix the butter around.

The movie started and as always to was a cheesy bloodbath with idiots screaming after going down into basements alone.

"I told you not to go down there!" Jacob yelled at the jock of the movie, "Any one going down into a dark hallway alone is just asking to get killed."

"Watch now his two friends are going to come down and find the body and freak out!" Ness snorted. And sure enough the people who were the required couple for each horror film came down stairs and freaked out. Of course the girlfriend was overly pretty and done up for being in a haunted house and the boyfriend had been some dark moody jerk. They both laughed as everyone was hacked to pieces in ketchup like blood spurts by some classic villain seeking revenge on something that didn't concern the characters.

After a while, Ness' stomach growled. Jacob laughed thinking it was cute. "Sorry, these films sometimes make me hungry," she blushed as she got up to get herself some raw meat to calm herself down. Today had been a stressful day. She wanted to tell Jacob everything that was going on with the human Star, but she was worried her father would read his thoughts. She had gotten good as shielding her and making it harder for him to read hers, but she suspected it was because she was related to Bella. She waited until he had gotten a text from Billy telling him to come home for dinner and to pick up some groceries on the way home. As he hugged her good night, she spilled everything that had been troubling her so he wouldn't have a chance to think about it until he was driving away and out of range. He looked at her in surprise as she fought scared tears back.

"Oh, Ness," he rubbed her back, "You did everything you could have."

"I don't want to drop out and move and leave you!" she mumbled scared.

"You're not going anywhere. If you want I could go talk to her. Scare her with my puppy powers. Maybe lick her to death," he joked. "No, I need to learn to fight my own battles. Isn't that why I decided to go to school anyway. To get socialized," she argued using 'Mean Girls' to back herself up.

"Fine, but be careful," he hugged her one last time before driving home.

The next day at school Star was waiting with her confident grin. But her eyes were red and dry as if she had stayed up all night. This time the book she was reading was titled "Dracula".

A sticky note was on her desk. It had a phone number with a star drawn next to it. Ness texted the number.

"Hey" Ness looked around to see Star's phone buzz before she picked it up.

"I know ur secret"

"*your"

"U R a vampire"

"You're crazy. Leave me alone"

"I just want 2 b ur friend. Every1 else already thinks im nuts. Plz. I need 2 know im not crazy."

"What would you do? We can be friends, but I need you to stop pestering me. I am just a normal girl."

"LOL. It's cute u think u can fool me. I could b ur familiar."

"WTF is a familiar?"

"A vampire's companion."

"That's not a thing. I already have a special companion."

"Yeah the dark tool. And HA! I knew u were a vampire :3"

"Leave me the FUCK alone" Ness blushed using a swear word.

"Meet me in the locker room lunch."

The bell rang for class to begin. Nessie was a sweating, nervous mess. She dreaded lunch time.

The bell for lunch rang and she did not feel saved by the bell. She found Star already sitting on top of the lockers, the heels of her Dr. Martins tapping against them as her legs swung.

"I knew I wasn't crazy. Those shrinks just wanted to give me more meds, but NO I knew the supernatural world existed," she beamed proud of herself.

"I could die because of you. My whole family could. We just want to live in peace and be left alone," Renesmee cut her off, "There are people like us out there who will kill us purely because some human has one too many thoughts about us being anything other than human. Did you think about that?"

Star wasn't even listening, "How old are you? Did you live through the Revolutionary War? Did you meet the Queen of England? You're so good at everything you must have witnessed calculus being invented."

"No I'm only eitheen months old," Ness frowned, "I have only really left Forks once and that was a car ride to Alaska when I was little, well littler."

"Like a vampire for eighteen months? Did Edward or their creepy dad create you or something?"

Ness blushed, "Well, Edward, and Bella 'cause she had more of a role in it than him, created me I guess. I'm their kid and I was kind of an accident. But no I've only existed in any form for eighteen months. I was literally born the September before last."

Star looked suddenly very confused and her face seemed frozen with her mouth open and one eye more open than the other.

"Can you turn into a bat still?"

"NO!" Nessie wanted to leave the locker room but she needed to know how this conversation would end and if she needed to 'clean up loose ends'. The half vampire sighed, "Here, let me show you instead."

She held her hands out for the other girl and gestured for her to grasp them as well. "This might startle you, but just remember that these are nothing but memories of mine and just a cluster of thoughts and it's only one way so I can't see what your thinking," She tried to prepare her in case it shocked her.

Both girls closed their eyes.

Star felt very overwhelmed as she witnessed her last couple days before being born, her mother almost dying in her last moments as a human, her meeting Jacob, Rose holding her, her parents and how much they loved each other, her family, the pack, her thirst for blood, hunting and killing animals, catching snowflakes, the report of her being an Immortal Child, the fear of her family dying because of her, meeting the Denalis and all her family's friends, Benjamin showing her magic tricks, the Volturi and their laws, meeting Nahuel, feeling a short moment of relief before Alice losing sight of the Volturi, her parents going to Italy, her going to school, and Jacob. She had a hard time not having him come into her thoughts.

Ness released their hands and felt a wave of warm dizziness as she backed up to sit down, holding her head in her hands, taking deep breaths as her heart raced. Star just stared at her in horror. Good, she scared the girl. She would not want to learn anymore about vampires. This was broken when she saw the human run to the sink and grab some cheap paper towels and run them under the faucet before kneeling next to Ness. They were cold and felt good on her neck and forehead as the half vampire closed her eyes for a couple seconds. She had not showed these many images and memories for so long, with so much detail. Normally it was fleeting, easy thoughts or words or one picture.

"You're sweating a lot. Do you want me to go get the nurse? Or is that a bad idea? Will she notice anything? Do you need blood? Want to bite me?" Star started asking rapid fire questions that Ness had a hard time concentrating on.

"Here," Star reaching into her Fall Out Boy backpack and pulled out a pocket knife that Ness was sure was not allowed on school campus, but Star was not the type to follow rules. She hadn't realized how many rubber bracelettes were on the girls wrist until she pushed them up to-

"WAIT!" Ness shouted stopping her, "I'm fine. I'm not drinking from a human!"

The girl put the knife away begrudgingly. "How are you okay with all of this? You saw your family get slaughtered by werewolves. I'm best friends with a werewolf," Ness just shook her head.

The human helped her stand up so they could leave before someone came in a distrubted their conversation.

"It's what us familiars do for our masters."

"I am NOT your master and you are NOT my familiar!"

And that was how Renesmee became best friends the girl who called herself Star.