And so I am back from the bone-eater's well (: I'm having some sort of weird writers block. I know were I want this story to go I just don't know how to get it there, I'll figure it out I guess. Any thoughts or recommendations please review!

Disclaimer: I'm obligated to state the painful fact that I own none of the Twilight characters… but one can dream right?

"Good morning, Blair" Bella walked towards the kitchen table grinning like an idiot. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what she's smiling about…

"Morning," I looked up from my newspaper in a somewhat annoyed manner, "You enjoyed yourself last night didn't you?" Her face went blank, then changed colors a couple of times before settling in a bright red. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Too loud?" Man, are you for real?

"Very loud."

"Sorry" You better be.

"No problema" I lied. I'm not a jealous one you know, but it gets really hard to function with such distractions. You might as well be in the same room as those two, at least that way you'll get some visual pleasure (Ew, I hate graphic thoughts). I swear you can hear their every… move.

Dude, I can't believe I died a virgin.

I went back to my reading while Bella fixed herself some breakfast. She sure as hell needs to eat after last night, it's a wonder she can even stand up…

"So, what are you up to?"

"Not much, just checking the obituaries to see if I died yet" I held back a laugh. Statements like that sound better when you keep a straight face.

"That's nice, I guess."

"Yeah well not much, you would think your friends and sisters will notice if you're gone for more than half a year. Mine just seem to think I bailed on them"

"Sounds like something you would do"

"Not really. I'm close to my sisters you know, I would never leave without telling them. Besides, from the shape I left my apartment in you'd have to be and idiot not to assume some serious shit happened there." I putted the newspaper down once more to look at her "I would've given myself for dead on the spot"

Bella shifted her eggs across her plate.

"What did happen there?"

"That's not important; the thing is my name should be here by now!" I pointed at the newspaper angrily.

"It'll be there eventually" She finished her eggs and ran for the stairs, I could tell that despite her grin she wasn't happy about today either.

It was going to be long day (Like everyday isn't long enough). Emmet had to leave with Jasper, Carlisle and Esme so for today it's up to Alice and Edward to take care of me. Alice I don't mind, she's sort of fun to be around. But Edward, well, lets just say we are not in the best of terms. I promised E-guy we are not going to kill each other –at least not while he's gone- so I have to keep myself together. I like to think I have enough self control to keep my promise. It's going to be pretty damn hard though. Especially because Alice can only be with me till nightfall and Bella has inventory night. So until Bella, Alice or the guys come back I'll have to be with Edward – Both alone at each others mercy…

It seems like I always start my day with a smile lately. God knows I have very good reasons to smile every morning. I mean, I get to wake up in the arms of the most gorgeous man alive. I get to look at him in the eyes and know that he's mine forever. Tell me who can start her day with a frown having that?

Still, no matter how perfect my life is, days like today still make it hard for me to keep my smile. Just now while running back upstairs to get ready I can tell it's wearing off. It's not going to be there much longer.

Like my day isn't miserable enough just by having Inventory Night with Mike, Alice decided we are going on a shopping trip all morning. According to her we need a new wardrobe; which basically means she's going to have her fun by dressing us up. I don't know how Blair feels about the whole shopping thing – She's not showing any emotion so far. What I do know for sure is that I am so glad she's coming. It's easy for me to be ignored by Alice and her fashion sense when Blair is around. It's not hard to see why; the girl's got the most godlike female body I have ever seen. She's thin but round in all the right places and then there's the faintest hint of an athlete's body under her marble skin. There are only a few angels in which you can see the rock hard muscles in her arms and the barely visible six-pack in her abdomen. Then her legs –toned and strong—they line down from a pair of hips that perfectly frame her tinny waist; it's like an Amazon warrior trapped under the skin of a supermodel.

Then you tell me, who's she going to pay more attention to: the size-cero twig or the size-three bombshell? It's pretty obvious, isn't it?

With Blair around shopping will be… bearable. At least there I can get Alice to ignore me every now and then. But what about inventory night? Can I get Mike to ignore me too?

I wish.

Since I went back to work in his mother's store I've been stuck with him on inventory every month! You might think since Mike and I used to be friends it shouldn't be so horrible… That's were you are wrong. He looks at me like I'm the last steak in the dessert and keeps dropping this pickup lines on me every chance he gets. I'm a married woman, stop trying to seduce me! It gets more annoying and noticeable every time. I swear to god he was trying to grope me last time. Thanks to my unusual good luck Marie stopped by to help us out. I still owe her a Sneaker bar and a Cappuccino for that.

Edward is not very happy about it either, not because he's jealous, but because he knows how much it bothers me. He keeps telling me to quit but I'm still not comfortable spending his money; At least not when it comes to the little things like toothpaste, shampoo and stuff. So until I find another job to sustain my basic needs I'll have to take it like a man.

"Why don't you just kick him in the nuts? If that doesn't deliver a message nothing will…" Blair turned to look at me from the front seat of Alice's porch. The conversation had been going on for about 20 minutes, Alice was kind of helpful, Blair just kept suggesting things only Blair would suggest.

"I can't do that, he's my boss's son!"

"So what? He's harassing you so you kick his junk. Seems fair."

"You should probably just tell his mom," Alice looked at me from the rear mirror. She could've looked straight back at me without even the probability of crashing but she can't risk someone seeing her maneuver without looking at the road, "Maybe she'll do something about it" Her sight went blank for a minute, "Or not."

"I'm doomed." I threw my hands over my face in exasperation. Was he ever going to give up? I mean, I'm married now. I'm not game anymore.

Alice's favorite store in Port Angeles is, as you might imagine, the most expensive one around. The clothes are gorgeous but girls like me can only manage to shop there once a year and only if we've saved enough. With money not being the issue with Alice I am quite concerned about how the three of us are getting back in the porch after that. Porches are quite small, you know.

The blood red building with the big display windows greeted us from a few meters away. The parking lot was almost empty, only a small, baby blue Volkswagen Beatle was parked outside. Still, Alice wouldn't stop. I met her glance on the rear mirror, something was troubling her.

"What's wrong?"

"Lauren and Jessica are in there" She took a deep breath and looked at Blair from the corner of her eye. It wasn't necessary for her to tell me what her concern was. Clearly, it was the temper and tolerance of a certain wild child which worried her. It's no secret that Jessica and Lauren are hard to be around –Especially together— and Blair isn't exactly known for her manners and fun loving persona. The three of them in a room together was meant to be dreadful. Well, they had to meet eventually, since neither of them was leaving for college –Jessica and Lauren had settled for the campus in Seattle. And Forks is not big enough to keep them away from Blair during weekends and holidays.

We hurried into the store and, as Alice had foreseen, we met Jessica and Lauren inside. Alice kept her eyes on Blair the whole time. I, on the other hand, preferred to keep my eyes on them; they are no vampires but they are just as venomous. The look on their faces when they saw Blair was… something I was expecting –Pure jealousy. Shockingly enough Jessica turned her envy into oblivion and instead turned her attention to me (Obviously having heard about Inventory with Mike). Lauren wasn't so successful. She is so used to being the prettiest person around the sight of Blair was not something she enjoyed.

"Bella, aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?" Lauren spoke up after a small awkward silence in the conversation.

"Sure… um, Lauren, Jessica, this is Blair. She's Esme's niece" I left out her last name because I didn't know if she would be a Cullen or if she would keep her name. Though if I used her real name, the time will come when she finally appears in the obituaries and that will a problem.

"Nice to meet you, Blair" Even though they greeted her in unison, you could tell Lauren's voice was a bit off and more on the bitter side.

"You smell like nail polish" Was Blair's response to the greeting and then walked away to the nearest shelf escaping the conversation that could've followed.

Besides the tense atmosphere that grew every time Blair and Lauren approached each other, the shopping wasn't all that bad. Alice spent most of her time buying for herself and Blair so I was free to just roam around and avoid Jessica. The trip was over all too early for me since I had to go to work. I just hope Mike keeps his hands to himself tonight.

I'm strong.

I have will.

I'm strong.

I have will.

God this is full of bullshit!I was trying hard not to mess with Hottie tonight. But come one! Just look at him, so peaceful watching the Godfather yet again, it's like he's begging me to Unicorn-trash him.

"Blair, can you please stop breathing on my neck"

"Sorry" I moved back away from the couch and went around it to sit besides him. "Don't you get tired of watching this?"

"Yes."

"So why do you watch it then?"

"The DVD player is the wrong region and this is the only movie it'll play"

"So you rather watch the same movie over and over again than watch no movie at all?"

"I rather watch the same movie again and again for the rest of eternity than have to deal with you more than I already do." Edward growled under his breath and resisted the urge to glare at me. Instead, he glowed at the TV screen. "You are not leaving, are you?"

"Noup, I have nothing better to do" I plummeted even more into the couch and lip-scythed every line until the movie was over. I have a good memory for useless things. As the credits rolled on Eddy shifted a few inches away from me and stared away. "So, is this all you do around here when Bella is gone? You just stare into infinity?"

"Sometimes"

"Oh…" I sat in silence for another minute and then decided to try another way of communicating. If I talk to you this way you can hear me right?

"Yes."

So it's like a one way private line then?

"Yes."

Do you do this with Bella?

"No." His voice was a bit more goaded than usual.

"How come?"

"I can't hear her…" At all? "At all."

"Does that bother you?"

"No, it just keeps me guessing" He finally looked back at me, the skin between his eyebrows wrinkled in a tight lock. "This is the first time I've heard you…"

"Consider it a momentary truce" I rose to my feet ready to leave the room.

"I don't get it." I turned to look at him and he looked away "I read it in Emmet's mind and I still don't get it. You can change people's thoughts when you know what they are thinking. So then I thought if you where just changing your thoughts inside my head I could block you out, but these ducks and unicorns, they are not thoughts. I can't block them out because they are not things you are thinking. Every thought in my head, not only yours, becomes ducks and unicorns. Why?"

"That's just the way it works. I've only had it for 8 months; I don't know much about it either. What I know is that I just need a thought to cling to and then I can be all over your mind"

"How do you do it when it's not your thoughts in somebody else's mind? For example, with Alice…"

"I just guess." I walked to were I was sitting before, "If I get the thought right then I get a weird feeling, like I'm holding a fishing pole with my head. It doesn't matter if it's not the exact same thought it just has to be something related. With Alice it's a little different. Tanya told me her visions are based on decisions. So she has to be thinking about the possible outcome of whatever I'm deciding at the moment. I just have to guess what might happen and then, as I already said, if I get it right I can block the vision out. I rock at guessing."

Edward finally looked back at me again somehow in a better mood. He seemed to be through with the topic but something was still bothering him.

What's wrong hottie?

"Nothing"

"Oh come on! I know it's about Bella so if you don't want me to rape whatever thought you can possibly be having about her then you are going to tell me"

"How do you know it's about Bella?"

"I didn't. But thanks for the thumbs up" I sniggered.

"You bi-"

"Remember I already have the thought to trigger the duckies"

"Fine" He pouted. So cute. "I'm worried about Bella being out there alone with Mike"

"Are you afraid she'll cheat on you?" I scowled, I never thought of Bella as a cheater.

"Absolutely not, but Mike is not good keeping his hands to himself when it comes to Bella" A dark aura built around him, he must really hate this Mike person.

"Do you… want to go check on her?" Why am I even asking of course you do "Let's go!"

I didn't protest much when Blair suggested we go check on Bella. In fact, I didn't protest at all. I know Bella is going to hate me for it, but just the though of Mike's dirty hands on her... It makes me want to kill him. If I ever got to that I would make sure he died a slow painful death. Blair asked me if she could drive, since she was the one who had the idea. I made her beg a little and then gave her the set of keys to Bella's Mercedes. Not even Blair can manage to trash that car.

"I heard you met Lauren and Jessica" I shot a glance in her direction. I didn't want to miss her face.

"You mean the Blond Bimbo and her Not So Blond partner?" No facial expressions. She's kind of stoic sometimes.

"Yes, Bella's friends"

"Ha, So much for friends" Blair chuckled under her breath. "You might think those two conspicuous costumers have good eye contact but they are really trying to look at their own reflection in your eyes… Narcissist boneheads."

"Hate them?"

"Nah, that's giving them too much importance"

"I wish I could apply that to some people" I was thinking about Jacob then. Even now when he's not here to steal Bella away from me, I hate him for leaving her like that. I remember that made her so unhappy. Every time she stared at one of those posters with his face on it I could see tears forming in her eyes. They never came down. But they were there. I just hope he comes back someday, not just so I can beat the crap out of him, but because I want that part of Bella's life to be complete again.

Besides the sadness that it caused Bella, Mongrel leaving was good news for me –One less male to worry about. Because you know, it's ridiculous! They won't leave her alone even after I married her. Sometimes I consider keeping her on a leach (Though I would never do that to her). Not because I don't trust her, but because I definitely don't trust them.

Blair parked the car just outside the store. I was expecting us to just sit there and watch through the windows but Barker got off the car as soon as she was parked. I went inside before her, though. I tend to walk really fast when I'm worried. Bella was nowhere in sight so I turned to Mike who was looking pretty busy with some papers on the cash register's counter.

"Mike, I'm here to see Bella"

"She's in the back," I was only centimeters away from him but Mike barely stared up to look at me. "You do know you are not allowed to be here right?"

"She's my wife, remember?"

"How could I forget?" His eyes were still looking down at his paperwork "I'm sure she'll be here any second" A ruffling sound came from the back store and Mike finally looked up over his shoulder and them back at me with an uncomfortable half-grin. Suddenly, his face went flat, as if he had suddenly realized something. It was no longer me he was looking at. It was Blair. I could see it in his mind, every single curve in Blair's body being washed over by Mike's stare. And she noticed.

"Can I help you pretty boy?"

"I-I don't think we've met, have we?" He flushed intensely and no longer looked at her directly. Just then Bella made her appearance carrying some heavy looking boxes from the back store.

Mike should be doing that, not her. Lazy bastard.

"Edward, what are you guys doing here?" Her voice was pleading, begging for salvation, "Mike, this is Blair…"

"Barker, Esme's niece." Blair added before Bella could finish.

"Nice to meet you Blair" Mike stretched her hand to reach towards her.

"Same here" Blair nodded but refused to reach for Mike's hand. So much for manners. "I've heard so much about you"

"From Bella?" Mike flashed that cocky smile of his.

"Keep going Mickey and you'll be toothless soon enough." I growled under my breath.

"Actually, from Edward"

"Oh, I see" The smile disappeared instantly. He knows how I feel about him.

Blair and I stuck around until Bella's shift was over. No matter how hard I tried to make small talk with Mike he seemed to be more interested in a certain pair of legs. Said legs were fortunately for him not my wife's. Blair didn't really mind Mike's suggestive stares. In fact, those who can't read her mind would think she was completely oblivious. Those who can know she just doesn't care.

Funny how having Blair around suddenly seems so convenient right now.

"So Blair, how long are you staying" Mike asked while unpacking some merchandise.

"A while. I have some… "Business" to take care of." Maybe Blair forgot to lock me out of her mind, or maybe that thought was something she wanted me to see. What I saw in her head was a memory and not another one of her illusions. It was her running through the woods. The excitement and bloodlust that surrounded the whole scene was beyond anything I had ever experienced before in any other vampire's mind. Finally I realized it was her pray she was chasing. My throat went hoarse; it burned. I could even smell it. I desired it so badly. I wanted to tear it apart and suck it dry. Its smell was rather familiar, something I have smelt before. Only I can't remember any smell making me feel that way. So out of control. My eyes turned to the back of my skull and my whole body shivered. I could understand Blair's obsession now.

"Well if you ever need a job, you can always work here" I was barely listening to the conversation as I held a tight grip on the metal counter behind me. I could slowly feel it bend.

"I don't think It'll be necessary but thanks" All of a sudden I felt their eyes on me. "Bella I think Edward is having a stroke,"

And the vision was gone. My balance was abruptly off and I dropped to my knees.

"Edward!" Bella screamed.

"I'm fine, love" I looked up to stare into her eyes, she had kneed down beside me as soon as I dropped to the ground. The tables had turned. Normally I would be the one picking her up.

We took off a while later and were pretty much silent on the way back, Blair drove and Bella slept on the back seat. Meanwhile, I thought about the vision Barker had allowed me to see. There were two thoughts in my mind. One, she's serious about this whole hunting thing. The lust she feels for her pray is way stronger than that I felt for Bella when I first met her. And two, she might be more dangerous than what I had originally thought.

I'll have to keep a closer eye on her from now on.

It had been long since I had been this anxious about anything. I am literally bouncing off the walls by now. I keep tapping my fingers uncontrollably against my thighs. Like it's something I do chronically. Like I do anything chronically to begin with. I kept pondering around the possibility of Edward killing Blair and then running away with Bella to burn her mutilated body somewhere where we can't smell. I knew I was being silly. Edward is no psycho –At least not to a dangerous extent. But I have reasons to believe Blair is.

Maybe Bella killed them both, who knows? It's a crazy world.

I was just about to go out and look for them when I heard their voices just outside the house. It didn't take much longer for Blair to come inside our bedroom.

"Hey there" Blair greeted me in her usual sing song voice.

"Hi there bones" I called from my sofa, "Good day?" I asked, trying to look as if I had been calm all along.

"Could've been worse" She replied. "How was your day?"

"Well, real estate is always boring, especially if you're the one selling the place." I signaled her to sit next to me "But I did take some time to look for you gravestone in the local cemeteries… But yeah, no such luck. Sorry"

I'm sorry you're not dead yet. That sounds so wrong.

"Thanks, man. No problem" She sat beside me and rested her feet on my lap. "You wouldn't have found it even if it had been there"

I of all people know that asking her what she meant by that was a complete waste of time. But I had to try...

"Why?"

"No reason" She stared at me for a minute. Her eyes yelling for me to let the subject go. I can be so stubborn sometimes.

"Come on, Bones. Answer this and I'll tell you anything."

Her eyes brightened then; like there was something she had been intending to ask but didn't know how. Like this was her big opportunity.

"Fine. The reason why is… You were looking for the wrong name." She curled her legs up towards her chest, "The name on the headstone would have been Blair Ann B. Parker, not Blair L. Barker."

"You lied"

"You think?" Blair scowled at my statement. "The letter L in fact stands for the word Lie, you know."

"Why would you lie to us?"

"Actually, I haven't used my real name since I left home. I wasn't gonna let people Google that shame stained name! I've googled myself before; the only thing under that name is my profile from my two years in Juvenile Hall: My criminal charges, some joyous school suspensions, and a shitload of other shenanigans. Seriously, would you have trusted me if you found all that?"

"I guess not" Some criminal she turned out to be, though by what she said the other day it's possible she was innocent.

"Well that's why I lied to you and everyone I have met since I left Canada. I came to the U.S to start a new life." She put her feet on the ground and walked away from the couch.

This new discovery intrigued me (Especially the irony of the "New Life" thing). Would finding out all of this on my own be really all that important? I mean, it's not like the rest of us are saints. I myself had my fair share of felonies when I was alive. Come to think of it, the only true saint in this house would be Carlisle and maybe Esme. The rest of us are likely to face the pit –If such thing exists for us if we die, of course.

I was so wrapped in my train of thought I almost got a heart attack (yeah, right) when I noticed Blair was no longer wearing a t-shit, or pants for that matter.

"Blair! What the fuck!?" I squealed while staring at her bared back and turquoise panties.

"What?" She retorted jerking her head back to look at me.

"You are naked!" Why do I have this compulsive need to state the obvious?

"Semi-Naked, thankyouverymuch! Have you never seen a naked woman's back before?"

"Of course I have but you are acting remarkably cavalier about it!" I was freaking out. Probably more than I should have. But I still couldn't stop staring.

"So?"

"Well what should I do? Sit here and watch you strip?" In my mind I was going 'Hell yeah'.

"I expect you to be in your best behavior while I'm at it"

I am extremely glad Edward's mind-reading ass was nowhere around. There would be some serious explaining to do if he was.

"You could use the bathroom"

"That excuse of a showerhead is not a bathroom and is way too small for one person and her pajamas"

"Why would you wear pajamas?"

"I'm going to go to sleep"

"Because you sleep now?" What the fuck?

"You would be amazed at what one can manage to do with enough concentration"

"Come on! You don't sleep, vampires don't sleep"

"Vampires also desire human blood. Have you seen me run behind any humans lately?" She finally got through with putting some clothes on and got under the covers of my bed closing her eyes.

"You're not being serious are you?"

"Not quite. I can't sleep but I can concentrate enough to simulate it" She flashed her eyes back open. It was as if a big lamp was suddenly turned on inside the dim room. I almost got Goosebumps, "How the hell do you think I went on so long not realizing I was turned. I thought so much drinking had made me a lucid dreamer" And her eyes were closed again.

Grate now I have no one to talk to while I wait for all the nocturnal fornicators in this house to be done with their business before I can leave the room. Sometimes they don't make it to the bedroom and I don't really like uncomfortable situations. So I regularly just stay in my room till sunrise.

Sex is something that before today I hadn't missed. Actually I just started missing in two minutes ago.

Blair's partial striptease being the reason why –Like it's not completely evident.

The beauty in Blair is something you can't avoid noticing. I noticed it since the first time I laid eyes on her. Sometimes it's like you're going blind. You are not able to look at anything else. And it's the fact that she doesn't mind being stared at that make's it all that more pleasurable to watch. And the more you watch the more you can't believe she's standing near enough to touch if you want to. My guess is she died because she was raped to death. It's logical for anyone to give in to that kind of temptation. Not being able to have that which is a grasp away. She says she died a virgin. It's rather disturbing to think she was raped after she died. Could she possibly have been raped by the same vampire who bit her? Like I said pretty logical for ANYONE.

Don't get me wrong, my sexual attraction towards Blair is purely momentary. As wrong as that might sound. It's not like I want to have sex with her or anything. I just notice how beautiful she is from time to time. It keeps my mind from thinking about Rosalie for a moment. A brake from that subconscious mind I've built. It's like she's always on my mind even when I'm thinking about something else –Even when I don't want to think about her. Like no matter how happy I am the pain of having lost her never leaves me.

"You said you'd tell me anything." Blair's eyes were opened again. "What happened to your mate?"

Funny how she happened to ask that just now.

"She died."

"I know that, but how?"

"I don't know"

I'm not sure how I managed to leave the room so quickly. I can't be angry at Bones for asking. She doesn't know how I can't bare the pain of not knowing. According to Jasper, I really wouldn't be able to bare the pain of knowing either. So I trusted him and decided it was best if I did not know.

Not a single day goes by without me wondering what happened. She was supposed to be back that same day, so what went wrong?

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