Hello again! Thank you all for reading. We're starting to get into the nitty gritty and I promise Seth makes an appearance next chapter. Please review and let me know if you're confused by something or something in my style is odd. I tried to fill/explain some plot holes I've encountered, but obviously you'd know more than I would. Happy reading!

Edward flitted forward to Carlise's side, her memory of blood still fresh in his mind. "It wasn't us."

Lies. Bargaining. Even attempts to goad here. Soren had expected all of that, but not the denial, that hurt more.

"Lies!" the word was poison in her mouth and flames in her palms. She watched as the leech stopped his frantic, rapid whispering to Carlisle in alarm. The fire burned up her arms, fueled by her synthetic jacket, its cinders falling to the ground. The clouds in the sky swirled angrily now, starting to spit rain,which sizzled painfully against her bare shoulders over her tank top as if reflecting her rage. The clouds were ready to burst, she didn't have much time.

"Your scent was all over them!" Off in the distance to the north a wolf howled, and then again louder. The one named Bella peered away into the woods at the sound, desperately looking for something that wasn't there yet.

"No. Haven't you noticed?" Edward's golden gaze wasn't distracted. "Our eyes, why aren't they red?"
The change of strategy startled her, made her pause. Why weren't they?

Carlisle stepped forward beside him, his hand on Edward's shoulder. The rest of the family also came closer, no more than 50 feet away at this point.
Their eyes were all various tints of amber, not the ruby red they should have been from feeding on people.

"We're not who you think we are" Carlisle said, watching her closely now. Her gaze bounced uncertainly back and forth between their faces, her perplexed expression reflecting in their piercing gazes.

"We don't drink of human blood. We haven't for centuries," Soren's emerald eyes met his.
It didn't make sense, they were evil, they...they went to school and tried to fit in. In the month that she'd been at the school pretending to be a student she hadn't actually seen them act with malice toward anyone, if anything they were friendly to people who should have been easy prey; distant but friendly.

"That's not our way, we choose to live among people." Truth rang in Carlisle's tone; not the slippery voice a vamp would slip into when seducing its prey. He was sincere. But it couldn't be true, that wasn't their nature. And the smell, each of their scents was there when her family was murdered, clear as it was now.

The vampire started to speak, paused gauging her reaction as confusion clouded her face, then continued softly "I'm so sorry for your loss, Soren."
At the sound of the vampire saying her name so familiarly, Edward must have gotten in her mind somehow, she snapped. The momentary confusion was gone.

"You don't get to be sorry!" she screamed, rage distorting her face instantly.
Although they had been concerned, up until now the vampires hadn't been truly scared. But the wall of flame that burst from the teen's anger evaporating the light mist that feel was more than enough to convince them otherwise.
"You don't deserve to be alive, when they aren't!"

Her first angry blast had been hot enough to set the fringe of moist trees around the yard ablaze, trapping the vamps with the only exit the road behind her.

The tall, lanky warrior and the one shaped like a linebacker, Emmet, had rushed her after the first shot, trying to pin down her arms. But she was faster than they thought, not as much as them, but enough to surprise them and throw off their timing.

So when the large one went to grab her arm she took his and threw him into Jasper, holding on and putting her foot against his rib cage as the weight of Emmet's momentum pulled him away from his own stone cold arm, screeching like rusty metal coming apart. The two plowed into the ground, throwing up clods of dirt as they tumbled toward the group. She was stronger than they thought, too.

The blonde bitch screamed, rushing to her mate's side. Soren threw the heavy limb toward the burning forest.
Murder darkened their eyes now, whether they killed humans or not, today they wouldn't have the choice, it was kill or be killed. And although she would most likely die, she was determined not to be the only one. The tense howl that pierced the air even closer now as if in response to the blonde's cry seemed to agree.

The skies opened and she knew she didn't have much time left as the droplets stung against her bare skin, leaving trails of blisters where they fell. Damn Washington. Rain hurt her, she didn't know why, and normally it wasn't a problem, except in this bloody region where dry wasn't an option.

Alice and Bella raced to her left and she threw a whip of fire their way to fend them off before spinning to meet Edward and the blonde, Rosalie? She managed to kick Edward away, grabbing a few fingers while he went, but that left her vulnerable to the gorgeous Rosalie who threw her onto the wet ground, dampening her flames momentarily. The vamp's fingers circled Soren's neck as she perched on top of her, teeth bared furiously.

The rain poured down fully on them, stinging Soren but having no affect on Rosalie who seethed and refused to let go despite Soren's warming body starting to burn her porcelain flesh.

The immense pressure on her chest was suddenly released as Carlisle tackled Rosalie taking her nearly a football field away as he struggled to wrestle her to the ground.
Soren somehow staggered to her feet. She coughed and gasped as a few broken ribs made their presence known by stabbing her with each breath.

Five of them circled her now, with the doctor and Rosalie tending to Emmett, who nervously watched his arm that lay dangerously close to the flames, too close to fetch safely.

This was it. The rain was burning her now too badly to ignore, it's acidic reaction with her skin started to disintegrate her remaining clothes, despite their fire resistant properties. She coughed and tasted blood. Five vampires watched her struggle. From their faces she could see they didn't intend to show mercy

Closing her eyes and raising her hands she felt the fire grow from her core, doing what it was born to do.
A wall of fire 20 feet high surged toward the surrounding vampires.