A/N: Yeah. Two updates in like... two hours. XD Weird. I'm updating a LOT more frequently now, 'cause it's fun. Uh. Gonna ask this again. In a review, could someone tell me how to read my PMs? And then respond? I'm reading them through email. It phails.

And THANK YOU Foam for actually being honest about cliche...ness. It's great not to have fans going ZOMG AWESOME NOT CLICHE LOLZ.

Chapter beginning... NOW.

Into the Mist - Chapter Seven

Fleur spent the next few weeks in the Clearwater home, her heart aching throughout the process. She had so much time on her hands... And she couldn't do anything about it. All her time was spent thinking. She never spoke. No one ever spoke to her.

She was losing her mind. She knew Mal was nearby, but she didn't know where. It was driving her mad. He was there, mocking her. Out of her reach. Or was he?

Fleur wasn't going to stand being confined here much longer. She was going to go out. But she wasn't going to do it behind the pack's back. She couldn't do that. She had done that to too many other people. It never worked out in her favor.

So, one cloudy Wednesday afternoon Fleur approached Seth as he came in the door.

"I have information that's probably useful." Started to blonde child. "Mal is nearby. I can sense him. His evil is strong. I need to get to him. I can help you find him. If you'd talk to Sam, let him know..."

"You want to come on a patrol?" Seth asked incredulously.

"Yes. That."

"Well. Let's go ask Sam, shall we?"

--

Alice's fears were not lessened by Jasper's reminder.

"But that just makes it worse! Prophecies are always dangerous! And now Fleur, a SIX-YEAR-OLD is going into one of the most dangerous ones! This prophecy is horrible! How will she manage? And without help!" She trembled.

"She won't be without help, Alice. She will have a lot of backup, won't she? The Pack is rather large and strong." Jasper sent out waves of calm to Alice.

"But what if they attack her before she earns their trust?"

"We'll just have to wait and see."

--

Fleur sat on the back of Seth's motorcycle. He had told her that she couldn't run, as most of La Push was oblivious to the supernatural world that he and she both lived in. Fleur was still pouting - she hadn't run in ages.

"When can I run again, Seth?" Fleur asked him. She felt him shrug. "If I can patrol with you, then can I run?" She asked eagerly. Fleur saw him nod. Elated, the small girl clapped her hands together like Alice would.

Seth laughed. "I see Alice has rubbed her Alice-ness on you. Next thing we know, you'll be predicting the future!" He continued chuckling. Fleur smiled.

Next thing Fleur knew, they were waiting on Sam's doorstep for his door to open.

Sam swung the door open, and eyed Fleur suspiciously. Luckily Fleur wasn't an angry monster anymore - that one motion could have been fatal. Instead of being angry, Fleur was literally bouncing on the balls of her feet eagerly.

"Ask him, Seth!" She pushed eagerly.

Seth cleared his throat. "Sam, Fleur has disclosed some useful information to me." Sam raised an eyebrow. "She can scent Mal nearby. His evil is strong, and Fleur wants to stop him. What I'm getting at is-"

"You want Fleur to patrol with us?" Sam was not visibly incredulous - he was rather calm. But Fleur could sense he was rather disbelieving.

"Yes. I want to patrol. I can find him. And I can't kill him by myself..." She trailed off. Sam was appraising this idea. He seemed to be caving in to it.

"I'll have to think it over. Now take the lee- er, child, back to your house, Seth." Sam waved them off. Fleur skipped happily towards the motorcycle. Seth jammed his helmet on, and the two zoomed away.

As they rode, Fleur picked up a familiar scent that made her insides churn. Her face turned paler than it had ever been before. Her eyes flashed.

Mal was near. Nearer than ever before. And he was angry.

"SETH! PHA-" Her scream was too late. She was cut off by loud snarling and a crash. Her sharp eyes picked up everything. Mal had been lurking in the trees, and as they had rode by, he had leaped onto Seth.

Seth was now bleeding severely, and was unconscious. His helmet had shattered.

"Why hello there little girl. Come back to play?" He sneered at the small blonde child. She appeared exactly as she had before he turned her. Fleur realized that Mal thought she had been saved and was still human.

Might as well play the part, right?

"Go away! Leave me alone! The police will shoot you!" Screamed the "confused human" version of Fleur. She pretended to stumble backwards and fall. Still pretending, Fleur trembled on the ground and tried to make her eyes look confused.

"Aw, don't you remember me?" Mal feigned hurt. "Well I certainly remember you. You tasted horrible. Who saved you? Did those Cullens come and save you?" A twisted smile was on his face. He advanced forward, and stomped on her right hand with all his strength.

Fleur stood up and smirked. "Nope!" She said cheerfully. "And I remember you. You were that mentally retarded vampire who stalked me, right?"

Mal's eyes widened with horror at the child who was certainly not human.

"That was unexpected, wasn't it?" Fleur looked at Mal innocently.

"Stupid child." Hissed the enraged male vampire. "You are going to die. Today. Here. Now." He advanced once more. Fleur blinked and zoomed up the nearest tree. She dangled her feet above Mal's head.

"What makes you so sure?" Questioned the fired up Fleur. Her parents dead faces flashed before her eyes. She remembered the frightened human Fleur crouched on the forest floor with fear pulsing through her veins. She remembered Mal's evil glare.

Scratch the "fired up" feelings. She was enraged now.

I'm not going to hide up here. I'm going to finish him off. Now. Fleur thought to herself. Jumping from the tree, she looked no longer innocent. Her icy-blue glare was deadly.

Literally.

As her glare intensified, little red blurs pelted the ground that Mal stood on. Soon he was in the center of a ring of fire. The walls of fire rose much higher than his head, but Fleur could still see his face. Panic was written all over it.

"Not so brave now, are you?" Fleur questioned as more fire balls pelted down towards him. She saw that his body was engulfed in flames. Screams of terror echoed through the air, but only Fleur could hear them.

"The - Vareknis - will - avenge -" Screeched Mal. He was cut off by what Fleur assumed was death.

Turning away, Fleur scurried over to Seth. She found where he was bleeding - his head. Holding her breath, the frightened child ran through the trees trying to find suitable leaves to wrap around his head.

At last, she found some leaves that would work for now. Grabbing as many as she could, she sprinted back through the trees and towards Seth's body. The problem was, she couldn't see his body. It was surrounded by members of the werewolf pack.

"I knew she wasn't trustworthy."

"Must've knocked him right off of his bike."

"We shouldn't have trusted that she was different."

"Where'd she go?"

"She must have run away so we couldn't get her."

Fleur listened to their mumbles, sadness in her eyes. Did they honestly think that she would hurt Seth - the only one accepting of her? Did they really think that she was that lowly?

"You know, I can hear you." Fleur said sadly, dropping her head.

"Rip her apart! Tear off her head! Burn her!" Shrieked Leah Clearwater. Fleur shrank back from the Pack's rage. Her fingers were clenched around the leaves she had collected. Her whole body shook.

"Why did you do this?" Sam demanded angrily. Fleur kept her gaze down. "I didn't do this." She whispered. Gasps and sneers rang through the air.

"Then who did?"

"Mal. He leaped out of the trees while Seth and I were riding back to his house. He was knocked into a tree really hard. I was glaring at Mal when fire balls shot at him. He was burned to death, I think. Then I ran into the forest to find leaves to wrap Seth's head in, to stop the bleeding." She explained dropping the leaves on the ground.

"So Mal is dead?"

"Yes."

"Well then. Good."