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Esme's POV:

Matilda is clearly related to Jasper. She has the same gold - wheat coloured hair, although we couldn't tell that until she had washed her hair it was so grimy, she even stands like him, straight backed and is very polite. Her eyes are a deep grey-blue colour, but they are rimmed in gold, the animal-drinking vampire side of her, I assume. I have to admit, she scared as all a bit. How she just appeared from no where, I mean.

After she had a bath, she came down and we talked to her. I did notice though, my maternal instincts kicking in I guess, that whenever someone talked to her, particularly when they spoke loudly, she would immediately turn her head to them and a flash of something - worry, fear even - in her eyes.

"Well," Carlisle said optimistically when she left the room, "I think we made a good start on getting to know her."

" Yes, " agreed Jasper, "But she is hiding something I can tell, because there is an underlying fear and guilt in her emotions. But I don't know what it was."

We all turned and looked at Edward because it is normally him who finds out what people are hiding, via their thoughts of course. He seemed to be focusing on something not with us and didn't notice our inquisitive stares. Suddenly Edward flashed out of the room a few seconds later as heard a whisper drift down the stairs.

"Matilda was more tired than we thought." Edward called in a voice so low even us as vampires, had to listen hard. "I was listening into her thoughts and she just passed out on the stairs."

I made a move to come and settle her into her bed but then Edward came rushing back down. "I've just put her in her bed, there is something urgent I have to tell you all."

We all turned expectantly to him and listened carefully. "She doesn't seem to know I can read her mind," Edward began, " Because she isn't hiding anything and her mind is completely uncensored. From what I can gather, she seems to have been in some sort of fight or accident fairly recently because she thought to herself - very forcefully - not to think about what has happened in the last ten years or so and that she hurt all over. "

"Oh yes!" Alice had clearly just remembered something. "Whilst Tilda was in the bath, I saw a cut in the side of her neck. She said it didn't hurt but she is a terrible liar. "

I opened my mouth to say Carlisle ought to examine her cut when I was cut off by a huge scream followed by a loud crash and a splintering noise.

Edward followed by Jasper then Emmet then Carlisle and I flashed upstairs to see what was happening. We found Matilda rolling around on the floor screaming hysterically.

"No please! Not again...JASPER! ALICE! WHERE ARE YOU!" Matilda was flailing around on the wooden floor. I crouched by her and tried to hold her head from hitting the floor too much.

Jasper concentrated on her but then groaned exasperatedly after a few seconds. "She's blocking me accidentally," he explained, " I have no power to calm her down. "

"She seems to be in some sort of nightmare or insane flashback." Edward said with his eyes shut . "She's blindfolded and someone is screaming, I - I think it's her. Also there are other voices, and they're sort of familiar, but she isn't listening clearly enough for me to hear them properly"

Just then, her wails turned into unintelligible cries and streams of tears pored down her face. "Not that! Please, whoever you are...I ... Stop. ... NO...AHHH"

Then with a new burst of energy, she started her movements. Rolling and twisting - then...

I felt something hard connect with my chest and I was flying out of the window. I knew I wouldn't be hurt, with my tough vampire skin, but who pushed me out? I sat dazed for a few minutes and then jumped back up to the second story room that was Tilda's.

As soon as I landed on the window ledge I knew something has changed. The screams had stopped. The random crying words were gone. I entered the room and was shocked.

The painted wooden bed and frame lay in shattered splinters across the floor, the window was completely smashed in and the glass left over made a snow-like covering on the floor.

The worst bit though was Matilda. It had clearly taken both Emmet and Jasper to hold her down and they had had to press her down into the glass and splinter covered floor. Carlisle sat next to the the girl and was wrapping her arms in bandages whist Edward attempted to brush the bits of glass and wood away from her. Her jumped was ripped and dusty while her jeans now sported huge holes.

It turns out she has not stopped screaming, just her wails had lessened and turned into sobbing unintelligible whimpers. The oddest thing was that she was flashing in and out of visibility. She continuously went invisible and visible again as she breathed.

"What happened?" I gasped.

" I don't really know, " my husband said. "She suddenly got a burst of energy and because you were closest to her she just threw you out the window. Then she sort off went crazy and tried to run away, but her eyes were closed and she was still in the nightmare. "

"She suddenly became really strong and it took Jasper and I just to hold her down." Emmet told me. "But I think she is less riled up now because I had to thump her to knock her unconscious , or else worse could have happened"

"Sorry about your bed and your floor is probably dented." Jasper apologised and, with Emmet, stood up nervously in case Tilda was only pretending to be still. "It was impossible to calm her by her emotions."

"Her arms were every where," Carlisle said, pointing to the bandages. "I've plucked out the splintered and glass in her arms, but I have to do some stitches when she wakes up so know she won't move and I have to do her face next."

Suddenly, the small girls breathing stopped completely. She stopped whispering and whimpering. We all looked at her to see what the problem was. Then she just sat bolt upright.

"Errr... Hello?" She asked cautiously and confused, then as she looked around and at herself she launched into a full scale panic attack. "W - w - why what's going on? What has happened to my arms? What happened to my room? What happened to my clothes? I'm sorry I...I...shouldn't have come." She tried to get up and move away from us, as we were crowded in next to her. But Jasper concentrated on her and she sat back down. Calming waves I suppose.

"Its ok, Tilda." Carlisle said in his most calm talking-to-patients voice. "You just had a small nightmare."

" Nightmare? " Tilda said oddly. "I had no nightmare, I wasn't here, I was back at - " here and stopped suddenly and put a small hand over her mouth and face. "Oww!" She said pulling her hand back revealing the huge bruise made by Emmet and the floor. "Did some one hit me? "

Emmet raised a large hand. "That may have been me." She gave a don't-worry-it's-not-that-bad face and shrugged.

"So where were you in your dream?" Jasper asked cautiously .

"It wasn't a dream! How many time do I have to say it? " clearly Tilda has a fiery temper, next to me Edward smirked slightly. "It happened! I know it did"

"But you were here the whole time, weren't you?" Carlisle pressed.

"It was a flashback!" Tilda spat out with tears welling in her eyes and putting her hands over her ears as if to block out the flashback noise. When she put her arms up there was a slight tearing noise, so quiet only us vampires heard it. The noise of tearing scabs and thin skin. "Happy now you've made me say it?"

" One more thing, " Carlisle said carefully and being quieter, noticing the red spot that was growing on her bandages on her arm bandages. Jasper, Emmet, Edward and I had all stopped breathing, in case it made us thirsty. "When you were reliving your memory, Jasper and Em had to hold you down a bit and I have to to stitch up your arm. Will that be ok if you co-operate?"

"No." Tilda said firmly. "I don't want any doctory person poking around me."

"Carlisle is a good doctor, and he will stop when ever you want him to, I promise" I tried reasoning with her. Matilda shook her head and seemed to hold an internal monologue in her head.

"Ok." Tilda finally said and we sighed with relief seeing the red mark on her arm growing bigger with the blood loss. "I say stop now then." She said, and we all stared at her. "You said I can stop whenever I want to, and I choose now.''

"Matilda." Jasper said as firmly as he could without shouting in case that sparked a panic attack. "Please let Carlisle stitch it up, or else you won't feel too good."

" No no no no! "

"It won't hurt at all, Tilda, you can have sedatives or Jasper can put you to sleep" Edward joined in the argument.

"That's what they said before they - " Tilda said darkly before cutting off mid sentence.

"Who did what?" Edward asked .

"Lets not worry about that now, Edward" Carlisle said as he noticed the bandage was fully red with blood now and dripping. "We have to get those stitches on now!"

"Tilda? "Emmet leaned over to her and asked, subtlety as ever (not): "are you going to help us do the stitches, or not?"

"Please don't do it." Tilda's eyes leaked a single pearly tear and my unbeating heart almost shattered. She wobbled to her feet, dizzy from blood loss and tried to stagger to the window. "Please Jasper...I don't..." She whispered to her uncle who caught her, gently in his marble arms, before she passed out from losing about three pints of blood.

Right time to get those stitches in.