Jake's colossal hand pushed her rested on her midback briefly before pushing her forward. Sam chuckled slightly, "Don't worry, it'll be fine"

"Yeah right" Bella sneered, disliking this idea. The overly warm hand violated her ice like back once again, pushing her forward.

"We'll be right here; you go and do your stuff..." Jake said, frowning slightly.

She grumbled and then nodded. The forest was not a challenge to get through; since she had become a vampire she learned grace came in many forms. For most it was in their floating like ability they called walking, but for her it was the way she caught herself when she tripped. That was true grace.

She smirked, this was probably going to be easier then she thought. The smells and sounds led her directly to some mouth watering deer.

They didn't hear her, or see. Her body was working on pure instinct now, driving her into a slight crouch as she stalked forward at a large angle.

The deer closest to her tensed slightly, eyes darting wildly as she approached from the shadows. The muscles in her leg tightened then relaxed; adrenaline pushed them forward as she darted towards the now scurrying deer.

Her fingers caught it first, going for the neck, yet missing. She caught hold of the upper back, the spine poked out as the body tore downward. A pitiful cry unlike any she had ever heard before escaped the snout of her prey. Her nails dug upwards, separating the spine from the skin upwards to the skull.

The struggling died down as its body became incapable of moving and her teeth sank into its flesh. The one thing she found odd was the fact that the blood didn't just rush into her mouth.

'Of course not' her mind reprimanded her. Yes, her teeth were blocking all incoming flow of blood. Attacking upon instinct, her teeth tore upwards and a sweet elixir rushed into her mouth, staining her shiny teeth a light pink.

She quickly found herself sucking on the wound, driving the last of the blood out with acute accuracy.

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He moaned as his body throbbed slightly with his shift of positions. Comfort was impossible for multiple reasons. One, he was in a rundown cabin on a rotting bed made of hay. It also didn't escape his subconscious that he had last track of Victoria, something so impossible to track simply because of her agile cat movements and more diverse knowledge.

Finally was the venom that piled up in the back of his throat, almost clogging it. The feeling caused nausea, yet he couldn't get it to go away because there was simply nothing to throw up.

With another moan, he balanced himself on his two unstable feet, feeling weak in the knees. Walking slowly, he headed towards the exit of the cabin.

It would be smart, he reasoned, to hunt.

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Sam bit into a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, giving a critical look towards Jake. The boy was sulking while fumbling carelessly with his own sandwich.

"What's wrong with you?!" Sam snapped, having enough of the insanity.

"It's all my fault..." Jake whispered.

Sam's eyebrows furrowed, "No, it's not"

"Yes, if we didn't go to that meadow... IT WAS THE EXACT SAME MEADOW!!" Jake shouted, turning towards Sam. Sam looked alarmed by this. "You went back to the scene of the crime?!"

Guilt took over Jake's face as he went back to fumbling with his sandwich.

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2 weeks later

The doorbell rang softly through the household and Bella happily went to get it. Anything to tear them away from her comparison of her graphic style of eating versus the boys eating. Both to her seemed pretty violent.

Swinging the door open in almost silence, she found a human on the other side. An intoxicating scent like nothing she ever smelled overwhelmed her almost instantly.

"Oh, hello. Is Sam here?" The man questioned.

Bella's stiff body shifted slightly. Biting down on her tongue, she nodded, knowing she couldn't speak through the venom pooling in the back of her throat.

"Can I speak to him?"

Bella nodded again before scurrying inside and grabbing the closest person to her. Emily.

Her arms wrapped around Emily from behind, pulling her nose into her midback. In mild surprise, she looked behind her to see a frantic Bella and the visitor.

"Oh, Sam a friend's here for you"

Sam looked up from the dishes that the boys were now doing and grinned. "Come on, let's go out to the porch"

Bella took slow, deep breaths, letting the atrocious smell sink into her memory. The venom quickly evaporated back to where ever it came from, satisfying the poor girl.

"All better?" Emily whispered questionably, smiling in a motherly manner.

Bella could still only manage a nod.

Stability is a matter of situation... Situations change constantly.