LUCKY DAY! I got off work early today for the holiday so I was able to do a chapter or two :)

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Chapter 5

As the night went on I was able to calm down and act normal. Everyone seemed to have left me alone, get my thoughts together without having extra pressure put on my shoulders. The Cullens kept a close eye though as I sat staring out the window in the living room. The wolves kept their distance, staying in the kitchen eating whatever Esme cooks them.

Except Embry.

Embry was in the living room with me, but watching some sport on TV. I think it was basketball but honestly I didn't care. I thanked him when I was able to talk after my breakdown but that was it between him and me. But every few minutes I could feel his stare on me and I kept wanting to look back but I couldn't bring myself to. I didn't even know this man, haven't even spoken more than three words to him and yet there was some spark there. Something I couldn't pin point.

After another half hour passed by the sun was raising, I traveled all night and to get here. To follow Ling and Peters letter and to be safe.

"Ash?" The blonde Cullen snuck up on me with a small whisper of my name. I looked up for the first time in more than two hours of thinking and raised my eyebrows at her. "Have you killed anyone else?" She asked as she sat down in front of me on the window seat. I scrunched up my face not knowing what exactly to say. Tell her that when my grandmother died I went on a rampage? Tell her a lie and say that no, it was just that asshole? After a mental fight for a few moments I sighed and wiped my face.

"Yes, many of times," I whispered hoping only she could hear. Too bad I knew this was wrong. I heard an intake of breath from across the room, to the other living being in here. I chose to ignore it.

"Please…tell me," she held on to my hand sounding desperate. The look in her eye made it seem like she needed to hear it, she needed some kind of confirmation.

"When my grandmother was murdered I went out and killed every suspect that was a part of the crime until I finally found the one. No one ever found out it was me, I mean who would expect a seventeen year old girl who wasn't even in the same town did it? No one, that's who. I killed those bastards months apart from each other, until the cops finally released who the killer was. I was eighteen when they caught him and living in Baltimore, Maryland at the time. But I was still able to kill him, just like he killed her. I feel bad yes, still feel guilty but honestly no one complained. This time there were no heartbreaking interviews of loved ones on TV," I finished with a cold stare in her eyes. Rosalie was about to open her mouth when one of the wolves walked in.

"Allen is such a great dog! Where did you find him at?" Seth…Seth was his name is what I remember Jacob calling him earlier when he was laughing too hard.

"He actually found me," I answered him as I stood up and walked to the front door and pulled the curtain to the side. The sun was trying to poke out of the clouds but not much luck was happening. I frowned and pressed my head against the cool glass, letting it relax some of the tension.

"You want to go for a walk?" A strong but quiet voice come from behind me. Does no one make footsteps in this damn house?

"No not really," I whispered back. If it rained I would once again be soaked and I was not in the mood to ruin these nice clothes. I didn't have money to pay them back for it, I have money for a new place to stay and tie me over until I get a job up here.

"It might clear your head some," Embry started again and I heard him take a slight step closer before taking one back. No one here treated me like a weapon, like I was the most dangerous thing on Earth. Even though some days, I think I could be if I wanted to.

After exhaling a long frustrated sigh I grabbed my sneakers that were placed by the door and stomped outside. I slipped them on before I stomped down the front steps and out into the woods. I heard the front door shut behind me and a few running steps to keep up with my shorts self.

"I thought it just might help," he said as he slowed down to a nice walking pace beside me. I rolled up the sleeves of my sweater and pulled my hair into a ponytail before running. Running was the one thing my mother really taught me, running was the one thing that made me feel normal. Yeah I could go out to clubs and go to stores or restaurants like others but I always felt different, I always looked different.

From my eye to my almost impossible looks to my tattoos, I was always getting looks. My mother always told me if I wanted to be like them I had to try, but when I did try I hated myself. I was something I wasn't. Just like my grandmother, I was meant to be a loner. Living on the outskirts of things and just take it all in. But in Detroit I made a few friends from work and for once I wasn't judged. No one asked about my eye or about my complexion. They just wanted to know me for me and for once, I felt normal. I lived there for two years until those dicks showed up outside my house.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I caught a smell, a deer was hurt near the river, bleeding to death it seemed. Well, no blood should go to waste right?

I ran at full speed, damn near close to vampire speed when I reached the deer. I was about to attack when I notice a small doe lying next to the body. A baby and mother. My heart froze and I sank down slowly calling to the baby. No child, human or animal should see a parent die.

And that's how Embry found me when he finally caught up. Holding a baby deer in my arms as I shielded her from the death in front of her slowly trying to comfort her. I took a deep breath before slowly thinking about having the older does heart stop, thinking about how it will be quick and painless. After a few seconds I heard Embry gasp and that's when I turned to look at him.

"You…" He tried several times to say something but nothing came out. So I held up a hand and nodded for him to drag the body away before I released the baby. Once it was out of sight I opened my arms and watched the little girl run. Run until she was gone and could grieve by herself.

"You helped her…" Embry finally got his thought out as I stood up and brushed my pants off. There was dirt all over them and I hoped Rosalie wouldn't throw a fit. I looked back up and nodded before closing my eyes.

"I don't just have to kill to be a cold bitch, to get revenge on those who've done wrong to me. I can kill to put people out of their misery, who no longer wish to suffer," I whispered.