Thank you for the reviews, they are fab-u-lous! I had it in my msn name all night "Ohyeah, 26 reviews, wooohoo!" So thanks to everyone who bothered, even though you've probably all got old, had a few kids & died in the time it's taken for me to update. Im really sorry! I have loads of excues but they're too long and boring to take up space on my lovely fanfiction page. So read it please!

Thanks to a spot of flattery from Carlisle, a good old bit of emotional manipulation from Jasper, & promises of a date with a bikini clad Rosalie, Officer Ernie dropped the 'unreasonable behaviour' charges against me. However, I still had a week in prison. Clutching Rosalie's number, he waved them off from the police station, with a big soppy grin on his face. The smile faded as he spotted my scowl. He quickly adverted his eyes, and scuttled down a corridor, motioning for me to follow. We stopped outside what looked like a huge old-fashioned zoo cage. Thick steel bars covered a 10ft gaping hole in the wall, inside which three prisoners were sitting. Officer Ernie began to fumble around in his pockets for the keys, muttering to himself as he did so.

"How could two sisters be born into the same family? Obviously some sort of complex, perhaps against her sister's beauty? Ohh, there's a thought…I knew Mr Cullen was right when he suggested I shoulda been a psychologist. But then again, I always thought Broadway was the path for me, ever since I so expertly portrayed the sheep in my nursery nativity. Yes, I coulda been big. But I 'ave me kids to think of. But then, Psychology pays well eh? Hmm, ya only live once dontcha?"

I wasn't sure whether I was meant to respond to this, so I grunted. Poor Ernie looked quite startled at this, and found the keys quite quickly after that. I let myself be roughly shoved into the cell, and caught the black & white striped jump suit that was thrown at me. After that, Ernie waddled away at high speed, glancing worriedly behind his shoulder every two seconds, checking I hadn't bent the bars back, and charged after him. But I didn't, however much Id've liked to. Carlisle had made me promise not to. 'No more 'funny buisness' or messing around with vampire powers.' He'd warned 'we'll be there as fast as we can. Just try & keep the thirst in check for the week, okay?'

Humph. Easier said than done. But still. There could be fun in store. I glanced around the cell at my inmates. Immediately in front of me sat a tall, rangy looking man, with a thick mop of black hair. He was mumbling to himself, and sawing at his lower arms with what looked like a pink Chanel nail file.

"Aww Jimmy, Give me back my nail file! Ma' pinky aint polished!' A short blonde, with inch long roots, and a strong Tennessee accent appeared from her bunk. She had rolled up her jumpsuit legs to knee length, and undone the top buttons, showing off a chest so big; it couldn't possibly have been natural. She swivelled round to face me.

"My, my, aint cho prettay?" she looked me up and down. "I'm Marianne, this here's our Jimmy" she gestured towards the tall man, who was still filing at his wrists. "He hasa few problems? Ya get me? He likes a good self-harmin' session once ina while. But dontchoo worry, they clean the blood up every other day." Blood?! I gulped. This is going to be harder than I thought. I spotted another hunched figure sitting at a desk in the corner of the room. I lowered my voice. "Marianne…. Who's that?" She narrowed her eyes. "That's Mitch," She said in a low voice. "He don't like to be disturbed".

Suddenly, Mitch rose from his seat. "I'll choose whether or not I can be disturbed thanks Marianne," He glared at her, and then turned to face me. "I'm Mitch," He drawled, in a thick New York accent. "But most people call me The Slammer…." He tilted his head to one side, cracked his knuckles, and took a step towards me…

oOOoOo.....Cliffhangers. I love 'em. review it, lots and I'll try & update faster next time!