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Christy's Pov

Lizabeth sat silently next to me, her fingers drumming absentmindedly to the beat of 'Don't Hold Back' by The Sleeping.

I nervously chewed on my cheek to keep from talking, we were just returning from our assignment in France, where some newborn was making a big ruckus and so they sent us to solve the problem.

It had been about a week since our run in with the Cullen's, they had left, and Isby too, she was on some secret mission in America.

Probably trying to avoid the Cullen's, I thought bitterly.

I pressed down on the gas peddle again, the speedometer inching to 120.

Finally I couldn't help it, "She's going to be mad," I squeaked nervously.

Lizabeth's fingers froze mid beat.

I held my breath waiting for her to anger.

"Probably," she responded unruffled, continuing with her drumming.

I jerked the steering wheel to the left, the tires of our black 2009 Audi R8 kicking up dirt and gravel.

Lizabeth's hand shot out from under her robe, and she tugged the steering wheel back onto the road. Once I had regained control her hand swiftly returned to its previous position.

"Careful, you don't want to crash the car," she remarked.

"Probably? Are you kidding me, Iz is going to kill us when she learns it was us!" I screeched.

"Pro-"

"If you say it I will pull this car over and make you walk!" I snapped.

"But she's gone, and won't be returning for awhile, and when she does she'll have calmed down; that, or she'll have forgiven the Cullen's," Liz said, shrugging.

"So you have this all figured out do you?" I snapped, glaring at her relaxed figure which was dimly lit by the light from the dashboard.

"Yep."

"Oh, well put this into your calculations, what if the Cullen's only further piss her off, and then she comes back SUPER angry, like that one time when Jerard crashed her new car into the bottom of the ocean?" I hissed.

Lizabeth sat silently.

"Oh my God we're so dead" she cried, making me jump in surprise at her outburst.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" I wailed.

"We shouldn't have told them," Liz went on chewing on her nails nervously.

Flashback

The Cullen's stared at us, I shuffled me feet, this was so embarrassing.

Edward and Tasha returned, their faces gloomy.

"I lost her scent in the east hall of the castle. I asked Alexandra, but she said she didn't know," Tasha remarked dryly.

The Cullen's faces fell.

An awkward silence filled the room.

"Um, I don't think we've met. I'm Christy, this is Tasha, Lizabeth, and Jackie," I said nervously, walking forward and shaking hands with their leader, I unfortunately hadn't caught his name.

"Carlisle," Tasha whispered, guessing my dilemma.

Carlisle arched an eyebrow in Tasha's direction, "She didn't know your name," she elaborated.

Carlisle accepted this answer and nodded his head.

"Yes, I'm Carlisle, this is Esme, my wife, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and…" Carlisle looked around the room, one family member missing.

"He left," Alice said solemnly.

"I'm sorry we had to meet on such… dreadful terms," I said softly, taking a few steps back.

"Yes, dreadful," Carlisle echoed softly.

"So you're Volturi, yes?" Esme asked, switching topics.

"Yes," was my short reply.

"Oh then you all must have… special powers," she went on.

"Oh yes, I have the power to shapeshift, of course it's limited to animal forms," I said.

"Now that's quiet interesting," Esme remarked, "And you dear?" she asked Tasha.

"Me, oh well I guess you could say I'm Omniscience," Tasha laughed softly.

"I'm sorry dear I don't seem to know what that is," Esme said.

"Well that's just our special name for it, I just basically know things, I could be sitting in Japan and someone could ask me the weather in New York, and I could tell you, but of course my power has a flaw like everyone else's. I only know things that can be set in stone, I can't tell you if aliens will contact us in the future," Tasha elaborated, and she glanced at Alice with a knowing smile.

"We call her All Knowing sometimes, just to tease her," Jackie quipped.

"And what's your power dear?"

"Me?" Jackie asked.

Everyone nodded.

"Oh, well I guess you could call me a ninja-" Jackie started dramatically.

Tasha, Lizabeth and I rolled our eyes.

"She basically can walk through solid material," Tasha snorted, cutting Jackie off.

"She can walk through solids, but not living material, water, or gases," Lizabeth finished.

"And, yes, I have a power. I basically create fields of energy, I guess you could call it a forcefield," Lizabeth went on briskly.

"That's quiet impressive," Carlisle said, nodding his head.

"What about Isabella?" Alice asked suddenly.

We, the girls, looked between ourselves.

"Um, were not really suppose-" I started.

"You're going to tell me, trust me, you might as well just tell me now," Alice said, tapping her head and smiling innocently.

"Oh yeah and-" Jackie argued.

"Don't, she's a psychic," Tasha interrupted.

"Oh."

"Well, Isby's power, well, she's basically a copy cat, or at least that's what we call her, but she's not all powerful, like for example she only absorbs a power through contact with skin, and she can only have the power she's copied for about four days a week at the most," I said cautiously.

Suddenly Alice went stiff.

"Carlisle, Edward's about to tear up half the forest," Alice warned.

Carlisle sighed, "We better go stop him."

The Cullen's all headed for the door.

"Wait!" I called.

The Cullen's stopped and I turned to the girls, they all nodded there heads, seeming to know what I would do.

"Do you have a pen?" I asked.

Emmett dug around and pulled out a red pen, he tossed it and I caught it effortlessly.

I walked over to Alice, scribbling down a phone number, "This is Isby's cell, track her down sometime, it would mean a lot if you did, I'd like to meet the old Bella, of course not that there's anything wrong, but-"

Alice cut my babbling off with a big hug. Jeeze where did she get the strength for this?

"Thanks," she whispered, and then they were gone.

I didn't really hear because nine words rang repeatedly in my mind: 'She's going to kill you when she finds out'.

End O' Flashback

"I need a LONG vacation when we get back," Lizabeth slumping in her seat.

Unknown Pov

"Beria we're going to be late," I called up the stairs for the fifteenth time.

"Coming, coming, coming, coming," Beria yelled back.

"Now remember you two," Dante said eyeing me warily, "to the school and back, I know this is only your third month of school, but your sister gave me specific instructions, your both only suppose to leave the house for hunting and school that's it."

"I'm ready!" Beria sang, skipping down the stairs.

Her hair was put into two braids; she wore a white dress, with slits on either side of the dress that started from the waist to the hem which went about mid thigh.

A black sash wrapped around her waist, under the dress she wore baggy black jeans, and her feet were covered by white flats.

For accessories on her left arm was a fish net glove, and on the other arm was just a simple black fingerless glove, and a bunch of black, white, and silver bangles.

"You took that long for this?" I teased. I had only taken about 5 minutes tops, but then again I only wore a black turtle neck sweater and dark wash jeans, nothing elaborate like Beria's outfit.

"To be this hot it takes time, but being a man and all you wouldn't know," she retorted, sticking her tongue out at me.

Dante didn't reply only smiled and patted her head, before disappearing into the next room.

"Come on, we're late as it is, Bee," I said, when Dante had disappeared.

"Bye Daddykins, don't forget I'm cutting you hair after school today!" Beria sang before she skipped out the front door, which I held open for her.

I snickered as I heard him groan loudly from the next room.

I stepped out side and my skin began to sparkle faintly.

"Hm, we may not be going after all," I mused, glancing up at the lightening sky.

She only smiled.

"Not if I can help it, I have a biology report due today, fourth period," Beria replied, patting her messenger bag lightly.

And just as she finished her sentence the sky began to darken; dark, angry clouds began to form.

I grimaced, "You know Bee, most normal teens don't like going to school, actually I'm pretty sure they hate it," I remarked, opening the car door for her.

"Normal, schmormal," she muttered, sliding into the car.

I closed the door and ran to the other side, sliding in smoothly and starting the car.

I loved my car, a 2008 Saturn Sky, jet black. Sure it was an old car, but it looked, smelt and drove like new.

I slipped my hand into hers as we sped out of the driveway, and onto the road.

She gave my hand a gentle squeeze and turned on the radio.

She skimmed through my CD's and finally came to a Seether CD.

She turned to '6 Gun Quota', and seconds later it came blaring through the speakers.

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I parked smoothly into the only available parking spot, turning off the car.

Beria opened her door and danced out.

I followed behind her, locking my car and sticking the key into my pocket.

"Beria!" Miss. Simons, our history teacher, called. Another student stood next to her, the student's back was to us and I couldn't see the girls face.

"I'll wait for you by the library," I murmured, kissing her cheek.

"'Kay," she said, prancing off.

My ears pricked as I listened to the conversation.

"Beria, dear, I was wondering if you could show Miss- I'm sorry dear I forgot your name," Miss. Simons apologized.

"Isabella, but please call me Bella."

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