I'd hurt him and liked it.

Once we got home James suggested we went hunting to take our mind off things. Everyone went, except Vic and Anais, who decided to stay at home in case the Cullens came back. I wasn't fully concentrated and missed several easy kills.

I knew I didn't love Edward anymore, but I was still thinking about him, a lot. I usually told Zain everything, except stuff like this. I pushed Zain and Edward out of my mind and focused on hunting.

I caught sight of some deer nearby, and crept forward. Deer and elk were my favorite, unlike the others, who preferred carnivores. Zain told me it was because I was so graceful. "You put the deer to shame," he'd tease.

I came as close as I could without alerting them to my presence, and paused, selecting one. A natural hunter would pick the weakest, but I needed healthy blood. Finally, I decided on the largest buck, who was grazing a few feet away, confident that his herd would alert him.

I came forward another few inches, and then launched myself forward, catching the animal around the hind legs, and throwing him to the ground, before slicing open his neck with my nails. I always made sure they died instantly, with as little pain as possible.

I finished drinking, and stood up. The deer had scattered. I could chase them, but I wasn't in the mood, and I needed quite little feeding. I had been quite a controlled newborn, unnaturally so.

Zain came out, through the bushes, his hair messed up, and braided with twigs. Smiling, I went over, and pulled some out. "How do you stay so neat?" he complained.

I laughed. "Years of training, my dear."

"Only two." Zain muttered, smiling as well. He caught my hand. "Come on, let's go find the others."

We darted through the forest, scaring the same herd of deer, and eventually found our family. Everyone, it seemed, had managed to find their favorite animal to drink from. Casey was burying an elk, her favorite. Peter had found a grizzly bear, Jagar was finishing off a jaguar (Ha, ha), Max had found a huge eagle with a broken wing ("I put them out of their misery," she said whenever she found a bird stranded on the ground) Jonathan had had a few rabbits, and James and Laurent had settled for some standard elk. Zain had found a lion, and I knew if Anais had come, she would have found either a wild wolf, or panther, something big like that.

We ran home full, talking to each other. We were roughly a mile from the house, when Casey's head snapped up to the sky. "Oh no," she whispered. I looked at the sky. Huge plumes of smoke were billowing from our house, the type of smoke you get when you burn a vampire. We ran faster. When we got there, Victoria was standing in the middle of the kitchen nearly crying. There was a giant fire in front of her, and a fingerless glove was lying near it, Anais' fingerless glove.

Victoria opened her mouth to speak.

"He came, I'm so sorry."