"Here, your house."

I pulled up to a large cabin that sat quietly up in the mountains. It was an old cabin. It looked like no one had lived in it for years. The grass was overgrown, the driveway was old and cracked with weeds sticking through them. There were vines crawling up the sides and mold on the outside of the house. The bushes around the house were huge and almost blocking the sidewalk that led to the small front door.

There was a small building next to the cabin. It looked to be a garage. Inside of it was a sleek black Jaguar.

Raley sighed and looked down at her cuffed hands.

"You gonna let me go?" she asked quietly, her eyes still on her cuffed hands.

"Yeah... just not yet."

She slowly nodded her head. "Figured."

I climbed out of the car and walked over to her side and opened her door. She climbed out and began walking towards the front door.

"How'd you find this place?" I asked as she stopped in front of the door.

She shrugged. "I came here through the mountains. It was the first house I found after I had phased back. It looked abandoned, so I just crashed here. Decided that I didn't need to buy a house if I could just have this one for free."

I chuckled as I turned the knob and opened the door. It gave a loud creak and I slowly stepped in.

"Wow," I breathed as I looked around.

There was a small entry way before I stepped into a large open front room. It had fancy leather couches, a huge flat screen hanging on the wall, there was a large fireplace and paintings plastered all over the walls. There was also a large bear head that hung from the wall next to the bottom of some stairs that led up to an inside balcony where the bedrooms where.

"You found this place like this?" I asked as I walked around.

She stood back in the entry way, quietly watching me.

"No. This stuff is all mine. Except for the bear head. That was already there."

"Well, you certainly wouldn't expect this from how the outside looks," I joked as I traced a small sculpture of a wolf that sat on shelf above the fireplace.

"I was getting ready to start working on the outside, but I was captured and held prisoner for two days."

"Oh, and standing in front of my mother's grave is going to help you clean up the outside of your house?" I tested, turning to cross my arms across my chest.

"That was none of your business," she spit.

"The hell it was," I snapped back.

"You were spying on me," she fought back.

"And it was my mother's grave you were standing at."

She scoffed. "What, you own the cemetery now? If I remember correctly, I believe anyone can look at anybody's grave... so that includes your mom's."

"But you knew my mother. You were there for a reason!"

I clenched my hands into fists at my sides.

"You have no proof."

I shook my head angrily. "I wouldn't need proof to prove what I know."

"Well I guess it's good you know what you know. Good luck with whatever you're going to use it for. Now can you please take these handcuffs off so I can take a shower and change my clothes?"

I took deep breaths. I shouldn't be letting her get to me like this. This is what she wants. She wants to get a rise out of me and I can't let that happen. If she can stay calm, so can I. She's no different from me.

"Fine. But you can't leave my sight."

She laughed. "So what, you're going to watch me shower?"

I felt heat flush at the bottom of my neck. "No," I sneered. "But I'll be standing outside the door, waiting."

"Sure whatever," she said quickly, holding out her hands for me to take the cuffs off.

I shook my head. "No, not yet."

She groaned before walking quickly up the stairs and down the balcony hallway to a large master bedroom- the very last room to the right. She walked immediately to some drawers and pulled out a bra and underwear along with some sweats and a t-shirt. I stood waiting by the door to the bathroom, watching with pleasure.

She stomped up to where a stood.

"If you would?" she spit, sticking out her hands.

A smile crept across my face as I pulled the key out of my pocket and stuck it into the hole. I removed the cuffs from her wrists but immediately grabbed her arms and yanked her to my body. My face was inches from hers.

"Don't even think about trying anything," I snarled into her face.

She smirked. "Oh look at you, sixteen years old, threatening to kill a someone thats six years older than you. Such a big boy."

"I never said I'd kill you," I said calmly before shoving her into the bathroom.

She began to close the door but I stuck my foot out before she could so it was open just a crack.

"And the door stays open," I smirked.

"Perv," she said muttered angrily as she walked away to start the shower.

I sighed as I heard her start up the shower. I looked around her bedroom. The large king sized bed sat in the middle with a large mahogany headboard at the top. A nightstand sat to the right of the bed with a fancy shaded lamp and a small picture frame. I walked over and picked it up, looking at the small picture inside. It was a picture of a small girl running playfully away from a man that looked to be about in his mid thirties.

There was a crash in the bathroom and it snapped me back to attention.

"Dammit," I heard her curse as I saw her bend down in the reflection of the mirror.

She only had a bra on. I watched as she slowly took it off, pulling it over her head. All I could see was her back. A large black tattoo was plastered on her right shoulder cuff. It was a head of a snarling wolf, with letters written above it's head. I didn't have a chance to read it because she moved out of my view. I looked away.

I sat down on her bed and sighed. It felt a little ridiculous having to watch her like she was some criminal. I mean, all she did was kill a hiker...

A grandfather clock chimed downstairs. I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a look around.

I got up and made my way into the balcony hallway. I entered the first room. It was empty except for a few boxes here and there. I went into the next room and it was also empty. I sighed and then retreated to the downstairs. She had a nice kitchen with an island in the middle. On the wall by the back door was a calendar. Two weeks from now, there was a day highlighted, circled, scribbled on, and in big letters it said, "FULL MOON."

So this was how she kept up with the phases of the moon. I gently ran my finger over the writing, feeling the deep imprint of the pen.

I moved on down the hallway. The walls were covered in paintings. Most of the paintings I had seen were bright and colorful, but the ones that lined this dark hallway were more dull and depressing.

At the end, there was a single door with two bedrooms on each side. The bedroom to my right was in the process of being painted, but the other was almost empty, except for a large piano that sat peacefully and quietly in the middle, and a glass cabinet that was full of a collection of butterflies. I walked slowly into the room, admiring the collection of butterflies, reading the names of each one, their wing size, and specie classification, which were all nicely typed next to the frozen bodies.

"I thought I couldn't leave your sight."

Oh dear, there we go again. That voice of hers, sending sweet chills down my spine. I was really going to have to get control of myself.

I turned around slowly. "I didn't think a quick sweep around your house would be a problem."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Is this your collection of butterflies?" I asked quickly, changing the subject.

She quietly walked over and stood next to me, admiring the display as well.

"No," she said softly. "They belonged to a friend of mine."

"So why do you have it?"

A streak of pain crossed her face for a second before she answered. I wondered who this friend was.

"He uh... told me to have it. He didn't need it anymore."

I nodded, then strode over to the piano.

"You play the piano?" I asked,

She laughed. "No, no that's a friends too."

"Same friend I'm guessing?"

"Nope. A different one. He gave it to me because I saved his life."

She traced her fingers across the pearl white keys... which gave me hint that it hadn't been played on much.

"It's a Steinway Baby Grand. People say it's the best of the best for good sound quality." She said is so reverently that it seemed like she care a lot about this piano...or pianos in general.

"How did you save his life?" I asked quietly.

She sighed and ran her fingers through her wet hair.

"I'd like to know the same thing. But come on, your boyfriend Sam wants some information out of me, so let's get talking."

And with that, she walk quickly out of the room. I guess there was a lot more to Raley then I would have thought, and I couldn't wait to hear more. She interested me, and she seemed like she was hiding something, but I couldn't tell. I was going to have to figure her out.

"What about this door? What's inside?" I called out to her as I followed her to the front room.

"It's a closet," she responded lamely.

I crashed onto the closest couch. She sat across from me, her legs crossed and her bright yellow eyes on me. I began to study her scar again. The jagged line went straight from her forehead to her mid cheek, crossing right over her open eye. I shivered. How painful that must have been. The spot where the scar hit her was almost completely black, slicing right through her pupil.

"Can I ask you something?" I said quietly.

Her chuckled. "Isn't that what we are supposed to be doing?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "Ok. Where'd you get your scar?"

"I knew you were going to ask that. I got it while fighting off a vampire. I thought I had an advantage over him, so I let my guard down and just like that, he had whipped out a knife and slashed me across the face before I could even blink."

"Did it hurt?"

She scoffed. "Well that was a stupid question. Of course it did. Damn, it felt like I went to hell and back, twice."

I chuckled. "So why did you come here?"

"I was running from the Volturi."

"Why?"

"Are you going to keep asking stupid questions?" I spit, annoyed.

I laughed. "No. But I'm being serious though. Did you piss them off?"

"I did a little more then piss them off," she chuckled. "I killed one of the guard."

"Oh, is that bad?"

"Well how about I give you an example. Let's say that Sam ordered Jared to go off and hunt innocent little vampires, and big meany Jared ran into one of them and they blew him up. Don't you think that would do a little more than piss Sam off?" she said in a little baby voice as if she was dumbing it down for me.

"Vampires aren't little and innocent."

She groaned and put her hand on her forehead. "It was an analogy Jacob. You missed the whole point."

"Then what's the point?"

"Ok look, the Volturi are the big bad leaders of the vampires. Everybody fears them, everybody obeys them. There are three of them, Aro, Marcus, and Caius. Surrounding them are members of the Volturi guard. The Volturi guard are there to go out and do the dirty work for them. There are eleven Volturi guard, though some of them left. I killed two of them. They were minor guard members but all in the same, Aro was furious. I've been running from them for eight years. But now I'm somewhat safe for a while."

"Oh," I whispered, kind of shell shocked. "What do you mean by somewhat?"

"Now that, that's a whole different story I'm going to have to tell you another day."

"Wait, how did you kill them?"

She laughed. "Another story for another day Jacob. But are you hungry? I have some pizza in the fridge?"

I nodded, but I was still kind of lost. If she was able to kill the Volturi guard, who I imagine are very tough, then wouldn't it be easy for her to kill one of us? Maybe Sam was right about not trusting her. But there was just something about her that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was something that had been itching at my thoughts for the past day and a half now. The pieces just don't quite fit together. All the paintings, the piano, the butterfly collection, but then you have the killer in her, the evil, the strength and determination. It just didn't all make sense.

But I was sure as hell going to find out.