A/M: Sorry I haven't updated in forever, I've been reading BD and at camp. So here's chapter, five - Love.

Into the Mist - Chapter Five

Fleur followed Alice around for the next little while. Alice kept her in control, and didn't mind her little outbursts of fury. Which was a good thing, because Fleur had a lot of them. Physical ones. Every. Single. Day.

"Hey Fleur, would you be a sweetheart and run upstairs to get my pink flats?" Alice asked the little child absently. Fleur nodded, and zoomed up the stairs and back within five seconds, when she came back she held Alice's pink flats.

"Thanks, kiddo." Alice slipped into the shoes, and continued with her business. Fleur watched from the floor in front of Alice. She stayed out of the other Cullens' view, because she felt as if they didn't want her around. They probably didn't. Only one of the others paid any mind to her; Bella. She seemed to shyly glance at Fleur when she walked by, averting her eyes as soon as she realized Fleur was looking at her.

That's all Fleur ever did. Look and listen. She never spoke anymore - well, once in a while to Alice. She was terrified of her own voice. She was terrified by her own emotions. She was terrified of what would slip out of her mouth...

"A-ha!" Alice said triumphantly. "Bella will absolutely hate this, but I'll make her read it. Would you mind handing it to her, Fleur? She's about to walk by." Fleur nodded quietly, used to Alice's predictions. She took the fashion magazine out of Alice's hands.

And, sure enough, Bella walked by. Fleur walked up to her, and held out the magazine. Bella took it, and looked longingly at the small blonde child, who she had lost the trust of from day one.

Fleur turned on her heel, and went back to Alice. "She got it." Fleur whispered. Alice squealed, and bounced on her feet. She ran to find Bella, leaving Fleur alone. The beautiful child went and perched herself on the couch, swinging her feet, and humming a tune that popped into her mind. She then began forming words in her mind, and mumbling them out loud in a melody.

"Where'd you go? I miss you so... It seems like it's been forever, that you've been gone..." Fleur sang next almost silently. Her head drooped as she thought of her dead parents. She saw their dead faces, stone cold, drained of all blood. She saw the glinting of blood red eyes...

Fleur sprang up from her spot on the couch. That was it. She knew that if she hunted down Mal, something would be fixed. Something would be completely and utterly right again.

Her.

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Fleur was lost in the woods. What a great way to start an epic journey. Getting lost. She was sure to be a heroic child. With superpowers of getting lost in the woods at the very start of her journey!

Well, it wasn't actually the very start. She'd been running for about a day, but that seemed like very little time to her.

She had been running, and she had suddenly scented a very strange smell. It smelled almost disgusting, but not quite. Fleur, who suspected a strange person was lurking in the woods, had subconsciously decided to follow the smell.

Now she was alone in a strange smelling woods area. And it was dark. And she was getting very close to the strange smell. Something was coming for her, she was almost sure of it. And the growling that she could hear confirmed her suspicions.

As she stood still, bracing herself, snarls ripped through the trees. Fleur waited. And waited. And waited some more. Nothing happened.

The snarls suddenly changed to human voices.

"Why can't we get her?"

"Stupid leech powers."

"Ask what she's doing. She looks tiny, she's probably lost."

"A leech? Lost? Pfft, yeah right."

Fleur opened her clenched eyes, and gazed around her. Tall, tan men surrounded her, and all had their noses wrinkled. Fleur glared at them.

"What did I do? So I got kind of lost in the woods. And why do you keep calling me a leech?" Fleur yelled. Her temper was building up. Not good.

"She doesn't know." Whispered the tallest man. The one standing next to him rolled his eyes. "Not many do, Sam. What should we do?"

"Interrogate her." The one named Sam answered. He turned to Fleur, speaking louder. "How old are you?" He demanded. He had an aura of power about him.

"Six and a half." She felt it was best to be honest with these angry men. Then again, she was angry too.

"Why are you here?" He asked. Fleur narrowed her eyes more than they already were. "Searching for the guy that killed my parents. What's it to you? Can't a kid get revenge without being interrogated? This is the second time this month!" She cried.

"Who killed your parents? Describe him." Sam ordered sharply.

"Mal. He had black hair and red eyes, and he was the same height as that guy." Fleur pointed to the one next to Sam. "And he bit me. Which hurt." She said grumpily.

"We've been scenting some evil bloodsucker around here lately. What do you think, Jacob?" Asked a younger looking boy, who seemed to idol the one who was named Jacob.

Fleur looked suspiciously around her. These men wouldn't stop using strange terms that insulted her. A lot. And you know what? That ticked Fleur right off. So, naturally, the small child blew up.

"Stop it! What is your problem? What's all this talk of bloodsuckers and leeches about? AND WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE?" Fleur screeched. The men just stood and stared at her.

"Her hair..." Whispered a bewildered boy. He was pointing to her head. Confused, Fleur grabbed a loose strand of her hair, and gazed at it. It was a fiery red. Fleur just stood and stared at it.

Fiddling with her lock of hair, the child looked just that - a child. She looked and acted as though she were a mere, bored child, standing still, waiting for her mother to finish talking on the phone so she could ask for that new doll she wanted.

For a moment, Fleur felt completely and utterly normal. Her feelings weren't out of control, they were calm and normal. Like they were before Mal came along. Like they were when she was content and happy to play alone in her backyard. The way things were when her life was ideal. When Fleur had felt the emotion of happiness freely and often. When her parents gazed endearingly at her from the porch - her porch.

As Fleur stood there, reveling in memories, the men standing around her noticed her hair turn neat, curly, and blonde - the way her hair was before her life had been thrown to the dogs. They also noticed her previously red eyes turn blue as they were before (and briefly after) she was turned into the monster she had been mere seconds ago. They stood, frozen, as her vampire smell lessened slightly. They stared in amazement as the small child turned back into her cute, angelic, innocent self.

And in that small miracle, the right, normal, happy Fleur was back. Just like that, in an instant. One simple moment of childishness, and she was back. Normal. Complete. Happy...