Stop. I was coughing badly. I needed to think of something else. I could not concentrate on the Cullens enough if I was stuck in those horrible images. After running a few inches I saw their house; it looked friendly and open. Yet I decided to sneak into it, to get a better view of them. They would not expect anyone coming and my ability to close my mind would help against being detected by somebody with other abilities. Hiding my thoughts always exhausted me but I could do it for a period of a week continually. I just needed to take care.
I entered the house without a noise. When I passed the family pictures, which were everywhere I had to think about the day my other sister had found me. On the grave of Anastacia, next to the stone in which her birth and death date was written I lay. She had expected me to be there, after the one horrible day I had been going there at least three times every week. This time was yet very different. Pete had come back to take revenge for my survival. I had seen how he had killed – one could say eaten – Anastacia.
I flew back on the wall, breathing hardly although I did not need to bother breathing. Whom was I kidding? I was no human and in this house everybody would see that, there was no need to fake being human.
But I was human. Human enough to cry, human enough not to do to anybody what Pete had done to my sister. Human enough to awake next to Viola and to keep straight-minded and try to find food, food different than the normal food vampires would eat. I don't know if it was my grandmother's blood revolting to the venom or the horrible thing I had seen… Maybe it was fact that I had observed a vampire hunting – hunting my own sister, but I did not need blood to survive.
Again I gasped; I felt that the mental barrier had lifted for a second. I had to stop being that unaware! I could not let myself get carried away that easy! Somebody could have noticed me the moment the barrier had lifted! Still trembling I went forward, although I could not see anybody. A picture caught my attention. I took it from its place, touched its frame. The couple looked at me, smiling. The boy looked like Pete. No. Now I remembered someone, someone I had already seen before.
Remembering I dropped the picture. The noise made me alert and I tried to run away, but irrationally fast the boy from the picture and some other guy were capturing me. I felt scared and relieved at once. I could tell them everything, I thought. But then I withdrew that thought and just forced myself to focus again.