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Emmet was right. If I hadn't attended school, I would be bored out of my mind. I reread Anne Rice's novels on top of the assigned books from school and was still bored. Even reading at a normal human pace didn't pass the time quick enough. But my time became more enjoyable with Edward always intruding on my thoughts and what I was doing. He was just as bored as I was and so, together, we did the oddest things.

One afternoon, a partly cloudy day with snow and ice, we both compacted into the jeep and made our way deep into the forest until we came to a clearing. We had all day and all night to ourselves as everyone else was busy doing their own thing. With that given time, we built a snow village. We took our time shaping houses, a grocery store, a clothing store, and even a mini-gym. Two-stories, sometimes three, they stood, containing furniture, frozen goods and cars in the driveways of the homes. It was a white world that glinted in the peek-a-boo sunlight. When the sun did shine, I finally saw what our skin did. We both stood in the midst of our village to cast rainbows on the walls. I was in awe of my own skin but that didn't change how I felt about it. I was disgusted with myself.

"Like I said, it takes times to get used to."

"No kidding."

Edward smirked at me, watching me in an incomprehensible expression.

"What?"

"You've never been this comfortable and happy have you?"

I shuffled my feet in the snow, my eyes glued to the ground. "Happiness has never really been tangible for me."

"Why is that?"

"Can't you just read my thoughts?"

Edward's smile was crooked and could make any woman melt, and I wasn't above admitting that it did just that to me. He chuckled to himself before answering. "I want to hear you voice."

"Is it different from my thoughts?"

"Your thoughts have an immortal characteristic. Your voice has a human one."

I shuddered at the word immortal. What a hateful word. I tucked my hair behind my ears and observed the woods, how the light shone threw them with a somewhat green eeriness that one would only find in a movie. "I was a disappointment, a mistake of their foolishness. No one really liked me in school either. They thought me a freak because I…" I didn't carry on. It was more than embarrassing, it was painful.

"You can tell me anything and I won't judge you."

"It's not your judgment I'm worried about, it's how it will sound spoken out loud."

His lips tightened in a thin line of disapproval. "You'll feel much better once you do."

I silently agreed, clearing my throat though it was unnecessary. "One of the teachers called me out in front of the class saying that I should have been left in the trash where my parents found me. Earlier I had defied her rules by snapping back at her, and she was unleashing her furry on me." I took a sharp inhale of breath. "I don't really remember how quickly I got up or how my hand was on her throat, holding her up off the ground. Her tendons were snapping into small fragments but, I—I didn't know what I was doing. People were screaming, the boys trying desperately to release my grip and failing miserably."

"The next thing I remember, I was being taken home on a week's long suspension. They only spared me because I was a straight A student, never having done anything like that before."

"That's why they thought you a freak."

"There were other times. In science, we were hammering down a nail to a board to see how many strokes it took of human force to nail it down. When they got to me, I never got the chance. I had barely taken the board in my hands when it broke. I was crying, holding the two boards in my hands, having no clue why it had broken when the boy next to me said I was holding it the wrong way. They gave me another piece, reluctantly, and handed me the hammer. The hammer went down on the wood, through the table and dented the floor."

The air was still as I retold my story that no one else knew. The teacher had called my parents but they didn't want to hear it. They only wanted to ignore me. I didn't have to say this to Edward. It was plain to see why my parents would hate me.

He took my hand in his like a brother I never had. "That's why you ran away. Your strength was inhuman and you had to go somewhere where they accepted you."

"In a way the doctors at the institution saved me. They took me in, taught me how to control it, and then relinquished me to the woods to die. Or so they thought."

I smirked up at him, allowing my white teeth to flash before him.

We walked home in silence. He was thinking about what I told him and I knew he was more curious as to how strong I was now. Sure, that was unnatural for a human. But for an immortal, that was normal. The baseball game wasn't enough for him. He wanted to see more.

"You want to see?" I walked over to a tree as the snow came down again in thick drops like cotton balls.

"Show me."

I took my hand and pressed it against the middle of the tree. The cracks were undeniable. It felt so wondrous to let the strength flow. I giggled to myself, unaware of how frightening I must look. Such a small thing, giggling to herself as she broke a tree in half with the pressure of her tiny hand. The tree fell over with a large thud, pine needles falling about me with the snow which puffed around me like a cloud, dancing together to intertwine themselves in my hair. I shook out my hair like a dog and grinned in Edward's direction. But it dropped once I saw the fury in his eyes. They smoldered at me, his arms folded, leaning god-like against the tree.

"Did that scare you?"

"No, I'm amazed. But I'm wondering why you are so afraid of it when it clearly gives you joy."

I bowed my head. "You haven't seen me when I'm not enjoying myself."

I wasn't myself when it came on. Something had to tick me off just enough and I would snap, becoming a person I barely knew. Inside of my bones, there is been two of me, one good and one evil. Now the evil had doubled and I was more afraid than ever that the two evil would gang up on the good and divulge itself in a killing spree.

"I won't allow that. I will personally make sure that you don't kill anyone while with us." He meant it as a joke, but behind it was a seriousness I could not quite grasp. Would he really protect me? I doubt the he could even pin me down. It would take the entire family…or an ancient.

He turned to a tree himself and pressed his palm against it. The tree broke in half just as mine had, falling over to create another cloud of magic white. He grinned at me. "You're not that strong."

"You haven't seen me when I'm angry."

"Okay Hulk."

He draped his arm around me and together we walked off, singing and humming our favorite songs, forgetting all about my human existence.

The affection that had spawned itself between me and Edward was contagious. I had made a good friendship with each family member and in return they showered me with the love I had always craved for.

Esme took me into her arms often, singing to me and rocking me into catatonia during the weekends that everyone went off to feed. I had learned that because of my strength, I only needed the sweet savor of blood once a month. I was no longer tempted by the blood of the people around me and for some odd reason it held no satisfaction for me to hear their hearts beat against their chests.

As she rocked me, I would dream about places far away where my independent happiness dwelled. I often pictured myself in a flat in England, a loft in Colorado, or a mansion in Virginia. I worked for a local magazine and wrote my stories, painting pictures along with them. I didn't have enough imagination for that sort of job but it seemed like so much fun.

I clung to Esme when the bad dreams came on. I was being chased, running towards my family and out of the trees by something I couldn't understand until the last moments that I opened my eyes. It had been the Volturi coming for me to take me away. However curious I was about them, fear overshadowed their wonder for me. To say that I was a coward was not even remotely close. I was the most retarded and frightful chicken in the coop.

Out of Esme's arms I would rise and into Alice's room I would float when she returned. I helped her arrange her wardrobe and try different makeup techniques while Jasper lounged on her mod sofa retelling me stories from the Civil war. I listened to him as Alice twisted my air this way and that. She examined my eyes often to watch the microscopic purple flecks grow. They were barely noticeable, but she would find them and stare into them as if watching my life play out before her.

Carlisle and I discussed the ancient times past and how much I desired to have been born in such an era.

"You would wish to live in a world filled with diseases, death, and a crudeness not even I can mirror?" He had asked me as I gazed lovingly at his paintings.

"It wouldn't be so terrible. People actually had honor and dignity. They were concerned about real things and not drowning in the music of their Ipods or fashion."

He chuckled softly, knowing all too well that I had some of the qualities in me. He turned on his classical music from another era and handed me an easel with a sketchpad on it. I sat down routinely and drew him doing various things. He was easier to draw than mortals because he actually had the capability of being a statue. He would tell me of his father, of his life and how he came to be. I would gaze at the ancient cross in the hall and the paintings of his personal timeline in aw, praying I would be vanquished before I grew as old as he was.

Rosalie and I, when weather permitted it, went shopping and to win her affection I had to work. I praised her when she held up clothes of various sizes, colors, and shapes. I frowned in disapproval when she had picked a wrong variation, which was rare. Together we talked about how she wished so much that she was human. She often felt pity for me that I never had a choice because she hadn't either. In this we bonded, knowing each other's feelings whole heartedly.

Emmet was a different matter entirely. On one rare occasion of my feeding time, Emmet had encountered a bear of abnormal size. The bear was unwieldy and heavy but nonetheless frightening to me. As Emmet taunted it, teasing it with growls and random jabs, his teeth relinquished from their subordinate hold, another bear came to him. But this one had a friend and so Emmet was surrounded by three bears, each one looking like a failed science experiment. Edward had successfully pinned one for Emmet, but Emmet couldn't feed on it because the other two were circling him, eyeing him like the hunk of meat that he was.

I hadn't been paying much attention to him, and I was rather enjoying the process of killing my own source of nourishment with my impeccable senses when I heard him call to me. He had been pinned by the bear, its teeth digging into his flesh. Wasn't this what Emmet wanted? To have a challenge? I supposed not as he yelped, the bear digging into his knuckles, his hand in the mouth of the grizzly.

I shook my head nonchalantly and came to his aid, picking up the bear by the back of the neck and hurling him against a tree. The tree snapped under the pressure, sending the splinters into the lungs of the bear, killing it instantly.

"You could have just set him down." Emmet grumbled as he focused his attention on the other bear who was moaning for the loss of its mate. This one wasn't as large but it was more irritable than the last one. I turned my attention to Edward whose strength was draining from holding the grizzly beneath him. I rolled my eyes and helped him up while simultaneously holding the bear down with my foot. I sighed, taking a seat on the bear's stomach and pinching her paws in both hands.

"Now listen, bear." My eyes were on the bear, digging deep into her eyes while she gnashed at me. "I promise to let you go if you stop your thrashing. You'll be lucky if I don't kill you with my weight, but I still promise." Edward had laughed at me then, finding irony in "my weight" when I was a stick.

The bear's head cocked to one side, but she had stopped trying to kill me. All was calm except for the commotion coming from Emmet's successful escapade of drinking blood from an irritated grizzly bear.

I walked off into the woods to feel the biting of the icy wind against my bare arms. I couldn't feel it, the way it should have sent my skin cells tingling and goose bumps on my flesh.

How long had I been with them now? I could scarcely remember the fire in my veins on the days of my turning. How many animals had I killed?

No. I didn't want to know that. I didn't want to think about anything. I just wanted to be comfortable in the place I was in forever. Nothing could disturb it…or so I thought.

A:N/ Guess who's coming to town next chapter? muahaha...