Hey guys! Here's an new chapter. There is a Lexi pov in this chapter, because I needed it. But a Lexi pov will be quite rare.

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She was gone. Lexi was gone, disappeared while we were under the illusion of her killing us. I suspected that she went to her brother. Didn't she realize how dangerous it was? She would kill them. She could kill the entire town when she had one of her childlike tantrums. Eventually it would only lead to more pain. Pain I didn't want her to feel, she already suffered enough. I wished she would let me help her. Things might get easier then. For the both of us.

Lexi had demonstrated a nice fighting technique which she had learned from YouTube. The last two days she had spent watching videos of an Israeli Krav Maga dude. She learned from his videos, like how to pin someone's arm behind his back, chokeholds and arm and wrist locks. Ridiculous because the only way to learn, is to do it. I could learn her things but she wasn't planning on interacting with me. I had to admit watching her do her little stunt on Edward, made me slightly proud. The first step to combat had been set and with some adjustments those tricks - that were made as a defense against humans, not vampires - could be effective.

One of Esme's sharp sighs made me look at her. Poor women. She became also a victim of Lexi's freaky mind tricks. Esme didn't deserve this, neither did the rest of my family.

Eleazar had to come, he was needed.

" I'm going to pull her head from her body, see if she can still use her strange tricks. If I see her I'll punch her so hard that she will spontaneously lose her gift!" Rosalie snarled checking her body to see if any damage was done. She was pissed off beyond the usual.

" Babe, chill. Little Lexi can't be tamed." Emmett made a good attempt to calm down Rosalie. She scowled furiously.

" Chill?! Don't you realize how easily she can turn that illusion into reality? It's obviously she's too strong, she's something we can't handle. Even a blind guy can see that!"

" She's out of control. First she bites me and then she throws me into my own piano. My favorite one nota bene!" Edward muttered his eyes fixed on the scar above his thumb were Lexi had bitten him on their first meeting. He glanced at his piano. Too much damage, couldn't be repaired. Good!

" Boo - Hoo - Hoo! Join the club, Edward. You want an ice-cream, you big baby?" I couldn't help but feel irritated. My body was covered in scars, left behind by the newborns who tried to take me down. None of them who can re-tell the story. Did I complain? Actually yes, but only in my mind.

" We need to go to her brother. Where does she live?" Carlisle asked me. I shrugged, Alice was the one who had been in Lexi's house. I turned towards Alice, just in time to see her eyes become glassy. Edward stood next to her in an instant, a gentle hand on her shoulder.

" No no no no! Not good!" Alice whispered. Edward tensed, knowing the information before we knew it.

" What's going on?"

Alice spoke in a rush: " She's going to Port Angeles, to prove she's strong enough to resist human blood. It ends in a kill. A bloody one."

" Let's go!" Emmett barked.

" No, I'm going to go get her." I said and left, running into the woods. Determinate to drag her back to Forks.


Port Angeles was dark by the time I got there. A mysterious and quite sinister looking shadow covered the city. I was here with a purpose. Find a human and not kill him. I was going to prove I was strong enough to contain my thirst. They would all be dumbfounded. I was stronger than all those horrible suckers. I knew it would be hard. But I was desperate and determinate enough to make it work. I wanted to see my brother, hell, I even wanted to see Valeria who was irritating enough to even piss off the pope.

When I was nine, my parents' car crashed. Glass in my arms and face and stomach but I survived. My parents were the one who lost their lives. Despite I was only nine and I am a vampire with most of my human memories gone, I still remember it with painful clarity. My brother is the only family I have left, losing him too would be more devastating than anything else I've experienced in my life.

My thirst never disappeared, it dimmed at the most. I was cursed to live a life with an insatiable thirst. I've had plenty of time to think about my life. It was a bottomless pit of hatred, pain and thirst. I saw no advantages of my new life. I would forever have the feeling of a red-hot iron stick in my throat. I would never find a husband who worshiped me every minute of his life, because every men would be repelled of a sixteen year old girl whose life exists out of drinking blood. I would never see the wide toothless smile of my own child, because my body was forever frozen. All caused by one person.

Jasper Cullen.

Jasper Cullen was the demon himself. He bit me because I smelled good. I hated him with every cell in my body. I had the powerful urge to rip him apart. To hear him scream. To see the fear in his eyes as my grip on him would tighten. My hands were itching for it. One day I was going to do it. One day he would be alone, and helpless against me and my gift. He should fear the moment I have complete control over it.

They think I don't control my gift, but I know better. I don't control it very well to be honest but I feel it when I'm in the need to use it. And it just comes out of nowhere. Everyone who was in my eyesight experienced it. I never meant to use it on all the Cullens, it just happened. I can't say I regret it, because I don't. Except maybe on Esme and Carlisle, they weren't there when the… accident happened.

I not only hated him. I hated the whole family. Even though it weren't their teeth stuck in my neck. They were just as guilty by just watching me become a vampire. I couldn't help myself that I felt a rage for everyone.

I still shudder at the memories of the pain I felt. Being destroyed by fire and not being able to do anything. It was burning me slowly away and the only thing I could do was wait. I was never a patient person, but waiting until I would be a pile of ashes was horrible.

My ears heard the bombastic footsteps of two humans and I automatically began to follow the sound. My body became more tense with every step I took in their direction. I was preparing myself. Preparing to not attack them. They were in an alley, I don't know who they are but alleys are dangerous. No one was safe there. Not even gangsters.

I hid in the darkness across the street, observing them. I took a sniff in the air, but immediately regretted it. The flames in my throat flared up, begging me to give in. I wanted to give in. I wanted it so bad.

Kill them! Do it! No more pain.

No!

My fingers sunk into the wall I leaned against, crushing pieces of cement. I stopped breathing, pressing my lips into a tight line. Keeping the venom inside.

I listened to their conversation. A manly aggressive voice demanding the girl to walk faster of he'll hurt her again. I could see a shiver running down her spine. Yet she dared to answer him. So wrong of her! He turned around and slapped her cheek hard, her cry echoing against the walls.

" You insolent child!" I didn't like this voice. Aggressive, not a grain of respect, not even just a little bit. He was her father I think.

Her face came into my view. I knew the girl. I'm supposed to know her. She felt vaguely familiar. Like I have known her for a long time. I tortured my brain, looking for a face like the one I saw now.

The man grabbed her throat, cutting of her air, and pushed her backwards. She fell on the ground, hitting her head hard. She didn't move anymore. Unconscious.

What was her name?

Eva?

Eve?

Ivy!

That's it. Filthy bastard! I rushed forward, letting my anger go. While grabbing him by his throat I slammed him against the wall. No more control over myself. Fuck control!

I felt an overwhelming rage. The need to kill. Violence was now part of my life and in some sick way I enjoyed it.

It was indeed Ivy's father. The memories were coming back. I had only seen him once, but that was enough to make me want to avoid him for the rest of my days in Forks. He looked like the abusive type but I never thought he was it. My fingers dug into the flesh of his throat, feeling the warmth against them, feeling the accelerated pulse of his heart. Blood ran along my arm into the sleeve of my jacket. He gagged, choking in his own blood. Unable to scream. I moved my fingers, literally ripping his throat open with my nails. I grabbed him before his body could hit the ground and placed my lips against the large open wound.

I enjoyed the blood more, know that I knew I had killed an abusive bastard and possibly saved Ivy's life.

Suddenly a force came out of nowhere and grabbed my throat with a death grip. My hand clawed at the persons hand in an attempt to release me. I had been in my own enchanting world of blood I didn't heard Jasper coming. He glanced briefly at the dead body.

He sighed: " Lexi, what have you done?!"

" I saved my best friends life!"

" You drank human blood!"

A humorlessly laugh escaped my lips: " He deserved it! And if I remember it correctly so have you - " Pain flashed over his face "- Look what you have created. An out of control newborn who doesn't want to walk on your leash! You hate me all!"

He looked shocked, surprised: " We don't hate you. We want to help you."

I chuckled. He released his grip on me, his hands sliding down my arms. For a moment I felt like everything that happened was gone. The touch, the feather light tingling on my arms combined with a warm almost fuzzy feeling as his hands slid over them. It feels almost right, loving. And so imaginary.

He took a step back, his expression almost frightening: " What do you want me to do, Lexi?! Are you going to torture me forever? I made a terrible mistake, one I can't fix. And I have to live with it for the rest of my fucking eternity! Do you want me to beg for your forgiveness on my knees, because I will do it!"

His fist hit the wall inches away from my face, releasing his fuming anger. I was taken back, startled. I didn't show him my terror, but it was definitely present within my body. O god, even feeling it wasn't save. He was an empath.

I swallowed, clenching my fists: " Here's the thing Jasper. I'm not a monster, like you think I am. Even if I wanted to forgive you I can't. I will never be able to do that!" I could see the hurt in his eyes, the pleading for forgiveness.

" Than let me help you! You want to learn how to fight right? I can teach you a lot. I even want to help you gain control over your gift. You can use it on me until you master it. I'll do anything!"

Pathetic!

" No!" I replied snarling " I only want to be able to fight because I fantasize about ripping you to shreds and I don't need any help with my gift! Who says I don't control it?!"

He dropped to his knees, like a wounded soldier: " Than kill me! I know you want to."

I was perplexed, utterly confused about his words. Was he crazy? Was he serious? How many times hadn't I fantasized about it? Of the satisfied feeling it would give me? My fingers twitched around his neck. I swallowed loudly, closing my eyes, trying to picture myself doing it.

I sighed and backed away. My voice was nothing more than a low, muted whisper: " I can't do it. I'm not monstrous enough. It would hurt your family."

I couldn't kill Jasper, even though I wanted to. Was I too weak to do it or too strong to don't do it? There was a painful, death silence, the only thing that could be heard was Ivy's strong heartbeat. I focused all my attention on him. It distracted me enough to not drain her on the spot.

For the first time I saw Jasper's beauty. He was blond, tall and lean and I could only imagine the abs hidden under his shirt. His skin was absolutely covered in scars, spaced most thickly together on his neck and jaw. All bites of vampires who most likely were dead, killed by him. How many vampires had tried to kill Jasper? Hundreds? Thousands? The same number that had died in the attempt. Most of his scars were situated in his neck and his jaw. I couldn't imagine that even a vampire survived so many sets of teeth ripping into his throat. His honey blond curls fell just above his collar. Despite those scars he was still model - like gorgeous. I couldn't deny that Jasper was very attractive, even my eyes agreed. In my personal opinion those scars didn't reduce his beauty. It was a sign, he was strong and manly. What most women want. I shamed myself to admit it, but it was including me.

I thought for a moment. He seemed desperate to fix his mistake and all he seemed to want was helping me.

" There is one thing you can do to make things easier for me."

He replied begging: " Anything!"

" Leave!"

" What?" He questioned.

" Leave the Cullens. It would be so much easier for me if I wasn't constantly reminded on the fact that the vampire who marked me for life lives in the same house as I do."

His face fell, dropping twenty degrees under zero. It was scary. It was obvious he cared for them. A lot.

" Let's go back home to Forks and bring Ivy home." His voice was cold, emotionless. I had clearly hit a nerve.

I nodded, Ivy had to get out of here before she would wake up and see her death father and me or before I would lose control again. Jasper went to grab her, but I was faster in front of her than a second could pass.

" Lexi, it's not a good idea for you to be near her. I can see how much it takes of you to don't drain her. Go back to the house and hunt. I'll bring her home safe and sound. I promise I won't hurt her."

How much I hated the idea of Ivy being this close to Jasper, he was right. I hadn't the control. Even if I managed to don't bit her I was sure I would break her in half with my strength.

My body fought against the idea, with great effort I stepped aside. Feeling vulnerably, Ivy was one of my weak spots.

I bit my lip: " Fine, but if you touch one tiny little hair on her head I won't hesitate to kill you. I will run back home and if you have hurt her prepare to die in my hands."

He nodded, understanding I wasn't joking.

" Are you here by car?" I asked, not wanting Ivy to get pneumonia.

" Yes."

" Okay, drive carefully please and don't you dare putting her in the trunk."

He nodded and took off with fragile - still unconscious - Ivy in his arms.

I glared deathly at Ivy's death father, spitting the thick venom that pooled inside my mouth on him.

I turned, walking away from the man I killed. Preparing to face the Cullens.


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