AN: Thank you all for still following this story. Our favorite vamp will be back next chapter. Once again this has not been Beta'd but I will start back with sending them off to the lovely RindaRoo now that my daughter is back home from the hospital and life is calming down a little bit.

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I am in no way the owner of any of the original characters from Twilight nor the general story line of veggie vamps and teenage werewolves we owe a debt of grattitude to the brilliance of Stephenie Meyer for those.

A Step into Insanity

LPOV

I hold Granny tightly letting her cry for over an hour. I have never seen her this upset. The only time I have ever seen Granny cry was at my mother's funeral when I would not let go of Mom's hand so they could wheel away the casket. That day Granny had cried uncontrollably as I sat in her arms silent and still, numbed by my own grief. Today it's my turn to comfort her.

The crimson hue of sunlight shining through the lace curtains alerts me to the fact that it is now dinner time and neither of us have eaten all day. I lead Gran over to a chair at the kitchen table and help her settle in as I realize not only her hands but her hole body still shakes.

"Do you want me to ask them to go?" I ask concerned for Granny's fragile state. Today has taken a lot out of her, and I am not sure how much more she can handle.

"No sweetie, could you actually ask Alice to come sit with us. I have missed her so deeply all these years. I never imagined I could have them in my life again." Granny Bell asks.

A small sound almost like humming meets me as I walk down the hallway toward the living room. Turning the corner I realize the humming is actually the Cullens in the middle of a very fast quiet conversation. The words are flying around the room so quickly I can not understand any of them. A sudden hush takes the place of the humming as all eyes gaze toward me expectantly.

"Gran would like you to join her in the kitchen Alice." I state simply while analyzing the looks I am receiving. Mr. Cullen, or Carlisle as I have been informed to call him, is studying me intensely as if trying to figure out what my thoughts are. Esme is looking at me like some long lost grandchild. Alice is just Alice, she is bouncing in her seat a large smile plastered across her face. She jumps up off the couch and grabs my hand leading me back toward the kitchen and Gran.

I stride purposefully to the fridge gathering supplies for a quick dinner. Gran and Alice speak excitedly reliving their lives to catch the other up on what has been missed. I hum as a new composition fills my mind while I prepare dinner. After eating quietly not wanting to disturb Alice and Gran's reunion I make my way into the music room and settle myself at the piano. I take a deep settling breath and let myself become lost in the music filling my mind and spilling from the piano as it forms.

I pull myself away from my music only when the ache in my fingers demands I stop. The sun has set completely and the darkness of a new moon fills the room. My eyes adjust somewhat to the dark but there is still not enough light to see easily as I slowly inch toward the light switch my hands in front of me feeling for a clear path. I check the living room only to find it dark and empty, the rest of the house proves to be the same. Resigned to the fact that the Cullens have left without saying goodbye I retreat to my bedroom for a much needed rest.

Unfortunately sleep is very elusive tonight; I toss and turn into the early morning hours falling asleep only to be awoken shortly by nightmares full of darkness and unknown terrors, low growls and hisses fill my head as I spin in a terrifying realm of quick moving shadows. My eyes can not catch the form of my nemesis but I know danger lurks, seeking an entrance, longing for my demise. I awaken with a loud shrill scream as my eyes dart around my room sure of an uninvited presence. The alarm clock on my nightstand reads 5:15. There will be no more sleep for me, I resolve myself to an early morning, heading downstairs to prepare breakfast for myself and Gran. Sitting on the kitchen table is a note signed by Granny. "Sorry Lenai there was an emergency at the local reservation school last night I had to go into work early today, I'll see you later tonight." Hmm I wonder what that could be about.

I finish my breakfast and clean up the kitchen a bit before heading upstairs to dress for my day. Shortly after I finish blow drying my hair and styling it in low pony tails under a baseball cap, to avoid the frizz that often comes with rainy days, my phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. Alice. My dreams from last night suddenly resurface causing my finger to freeze just above the talk button. Don't be silly Lenai, you weren't dreaming about them it was just a silly nightmare caused by the fact that you just found out your world is a little more insane than you ever thought possible. On the fourth ring I force myself to hit the send button.

"Hey Lenai, good morning! How'd you sleep? Are you ready to spend a day shopping?" Alice asked in one long run on sentence never pausing for breath. I could just picture her face alight with childlike excitement on the other end.

"Didn't you buy enough the other day?" I laugh. I really like spending time with Alice and yah I like to shop but twice in a week is just a bit much for me. "Hey why don't you come over and we can hang out around the house. I would love to hear about the rest of your family. When do I get to meet them anyway?"

"Sounds good to me, I'll be there in ten." Laughing again at her enthusiasm I hang up the phone sliding it back into my pocket. I slouch into the corner of the couch and begin reading Wuthering Heights where I had left off the other night, knowing I had at least twenty minutes before Alice would be here. Not even her crazed driving could get her here quicker than that; however, exactly ten minutes later the doorbell is ringing neurotically.

Alice and I enjoy the day together watching movies and chatting about our families. By the time she leaves for me to start dinner I am excited to meet the rest of her family. Her husband/brother, that will take a while to get used to I guess, and Edward should be here sometime tomorrow.

BPOV

The phone ringing at three thirty this morning was not a pleasant way to be awaken from beautiful dreams. I had been taken back in time to the happiest days of my life lying in a field with my own personal angel. Reality had crashed in and strangling all my pleasant emotions with one sentence.

"Ms. Swan?" a deep gravely male voice asks.

"Yes." I mumble, fighting to keep my eyes open.

"This is Mr. Cruz from La Push. There has been a fire at our school; I need to get together with you as soon as possible to get a transfer figured out for our high school students."

"Oh no, how terrible!" I gasp fully awake now, I can not imagine such a disaster happening to my beloved school. "I can meet up in thirty minutes at Forks high is that is convenient for you."

"I will see you there." Mr Cruz responds.

Half an hour later I await Mr Cruz's arrival in the staff parking lot, unsure of what the day will hold. A ratty old Nissan pick up truck lurched to a stop in the space next to my car and a large dark man unfolds himself from within the small truck. He towers over me extending his extremely warm hand to shake mine, he does not appear to be more than thirty. My familiarity with certain genetic characteristics among the Quiluetes makes me wonder what his actual age is.

"I'm glad you could meet me this morning, I have meetings later in the day with the local elementary and junior high principals as well. I am afraid none of our students will be able to attend school on the reservation next year. Our teachers have dedicated themselves to tutoring small groups of the high schoolers for the remainder of this year to help prepare them for the changes in store for them next year. Our curriculum is a bit different than regular district operated schools and being as there is only another week left to our school term. I don't feel a need to transfer them this year; however we do need to get information for next year settled since I know this will be an unexpected surge in student body growth for your school. There are also some delicate situations I have been requested to inform you of." Mr Cruz tells me without pausing for a breath. This man is practically frantic.

"Well, please follow me to my office and I can get you set up with all the paperwork you'll need for the families, and answer any of your questions including these delicate situations in private." Although there is no one around the school this early in the morning I have a feeling what special cases there may be and I'll feel more comfortable speaking of them in the security of my office.

Unlocking the office door and holding it open for him to proceed me I follow and lock the door behind us. Glancing at my watch I realize we have a little over two hours before I need to open the doors again for staff and students. I hope it will be enough time to accomplish all that needs to be done.

"Please have a seat in my office." I ask waving with my hand to indicate where to go. "I am going to gather the papers and I will be in momentarily. How many students will be needing to transfer?"

"There will be thirty five students total. We are dividing the students between here and the alternative school. Some of the parents feel more comfortable having their children there for the" He pauses as if trying to find a polite way of saying whatever he is about to say. "smaller environment." Well of course because we would all prefer our children go to a school with juvenile delinquents than at the local high school with all of four hundred students. Okay Bella cut the sarcasm you have work to do.

"I see. Let me just get that paperwork then." Thank goodness Alice and Lenai got this place cleaned up or this task would be unbearable. I grab a large stack of medical forms, applications, and transcript request forms and head into my office shutting the door out of habit.

Laying the forms between us on my desk I look up to catch Mr Cruz glancing around the office as if looking for something. His eyes lock on mine in an undecipherable way causing my breath to catch in my throat. "So your the vampire girl?" What! I have not been called that in over forty years! As far as I know this young man was not even born then! How can those stories still be making the rounds.

Forcing my face into a stoic expression I dryly reply, "That was a long time ago." clenching the arms of my chair tightly I redirect our conversation to business at hand hoping to express my dissatisfaction at the direction he is trying to take this meeting. "So, do you have a list of my new students?"

"Oh, yes of course I do." He replies somewhat abashed. "I am afraid though other that what grade they will be going into all other information for them has been lost in the fire as we do not store any information online and our entire computer network was destroyed in the blaze. They are all on track with their grades though for the grade we have listed beside their names for registration purposes for next year. A couple have been held back to repeat the same grade as this year."

A brief look at the list causes tears of sorrow to well up in my eyes. Samuel Black, Thomas Ateara, and Philip Call stood out from the rest of the names as if written in neon letters. "So these delicate situations would not have anything to do with the familiar names on this list would it?" I ask trying to avoid the use of the term werewolf in this conversation if at all possible. Reliving that pain last night was enough to last the rest of my lifetime, I was not looking forward to a history lesson with the young man seated across the desk from me.

An understanding lit his eyes as he answered. "Yes, we have three boys with certain medical conditions that might appear concerning to an uninformed person. Due to a recent outbreak in the area there may be more students effected by time for the school semester to begin." A hint of warning was barely hidden under his sweet facade. For the first time I wonder if the fire at the school may not be linked directly with the Cullen's return. The fire in Mr. Cruz's eyes seemed to ignite with the possibility of more children being 'effected'.

"I see, do they have a doctor who can adequately fill out their medical forms or will you need help acquiring their physicals?" If they can not get the physicals filled out I will have to deny them acceptance to school due to state regulations, I wonder how they will get around this barrier.

"Do to 'religious beliefs' they will not require the normal paperwork. Being Native Americans does give us some protection from forced medical intervention." He replies cooly.

"All that is well and good, but will these students be needing any extra counseling to handle the stress of the new environment. A new school can always cause an undue amount of stress and sometimes evoke feelings of anger even rage. I can not allow anything to happen to any of our other students." I ask with an undertone of anger. This man has the ability to get under my skin like no one else has in many years.

"Actually I have already spoken to the president of the school board and have requested a temporary position as vice principal for the time my students will be here so I can help with any difficulties that may arise." He assures me. "I should get the final answer this afternoon when I meet with the school board.

"I need to open up the school for staff and students now, but I assure you the student body of this school will have no problems embracing your new students. Have the parents fill out these forms and return them before the end of our semester if they can. It will take quite a bit of preparation to rearrange class schedules to fit this many new students."

I walk Mr. Cruz to the front office door unlocking it to let him out. As soon as he is gone I slide down the door bracing it closed with my back and close my eyes breathing deeply. Next year is going to be interesting. I sit for about five minutes considering all that has just happened and what possible repercussions may come. The chiming of my desk clock reminds me it is time to open up the school for my staff. Making my rounds of the school campus I look forward to summer break like I never have before. My day flows slower than normal as I am worried about the conversation I will soon be needing to have with Esme and Carlisle.