BPOV

We were soaring through the air at the speed of sound. I could feel Rosalie trembling at the cold air lashing at her skin. I tucked her tightly against my wing so she would warm up. She was looking pointedly at the ground, and I turned on my mind reading.

Right there, in the apartment. C13, she thought, a tremor in her mental voice. I nodded, and dove to the ground like a free-faller trying to gain speed.

"Hold on," I warned her, and she dug her fingers into my skin. My wings flew open, and we stopped immediately. She was shaking from the speed. I quickly fixed her appearance, and we-or I- jumped into the building. Rose sighed as the warmth hit her cold, frostbitten skin. I looked at her; she looked role. Windblown, beautiful, -ready to kick some ass. Perfect. I hid in the shadows, watching as she knocked on the door, a wicked grin on her face. The door opened, and as soon as Royce saw her, he screamed. Like. A. Pansy. I was giggling hysterically. Rosalie smiled evilly.

"Hello Royce, glad to see me?" He was whiter than me. He shook his head fearfully. "Really now? Too bad. I brought a friend. My charming Soul Collector, will you come here?" she asked, I laughed out loud now. She knew I wasn't a Soul Collector; she simply wanted to scare the living hell out of the man. It worked. Royce peed himself, and I howled with my laughter. In a lithe and scary voice, I whispered,

"Yes, my dear Mistress?" I stepped out of the shadows, forcing Royce's eyes and mind to see me as a Soul Collector; silver hair, pale as a ghost, and with the strangest blue eyes only a few people have. A hazy sheathe over my eyes. The signature of a blind person. He was screaming now, as I inched closer.

"It's a pleasure to meet your fear, Mr. King. It smells, delectable," I purred, sighing out 'delectable'. Rose was snickering now, and simply mumbled out, "Do what you want with him. Just make sure you dispose of him." And with that, she jumped back to the house. My fun was soon to begin.

The first thing I did was kick him, taunting him. I laughed as he urinated even more. Now I kicked harder. Now I was bruising him. And finally, I just picked him up, and bit down on his neck. My teeth were chainsaws to a toothpick. He was decapitated in an instant. The blood gushed onto my body, and I felt the warm feeling of the blood. It was weird. I put some in the vial around my neck to keep Soul Collectors away, and the rest was magically gone. Except for on my body. I licked my hand, which I forgot was bloody and hummed as the taste was…strange. Nice. I suddenly craved more in my mouth. I jumped back a step. This WAS weird. I shook the thought from my head, and jumped back home. Rosalie's eyes widened as she took in my appearance. Bloody. A freaking Death Angel. How…ironic. I saluted smartly to and walked into the house, only to find Edward and Jasper in the kitchen. They stared.

"Are you gonna say something or what?" I growled. Edward spoke. "Two words. Hot damn." I walked to the bathroom to shower, laughing like a maniac. Boys will be boys.

Yep. Some might have guessed it, but you are WRONG! She is NOT a vampire(angel, demon, witch, thing)! She is gaining something new…but what is it? Seriously, what is it 'cuz I have not a Carlisling clue.

LOVE PEACE MUSIC AND EDWARD! (=D)

The Insane and Perky,

-Bells!