A/N: We get to know a little bit more about Delilah, and so does Carlisle. Also, I'm Canadian, so I don't know if alcohol is sold in gas stations, but if not, in this story it is.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur. All I could focus on was him, things felt different. And it felt like everyone knew more than I did, I hated that fucking feeling. Edward was the one who drove me home, alone. I sat in the car, feeling claustrophobic, and confused. I looked over to my driver, he hadn't even made an attempt at small talk.

"Edward." He didn't looked over at me. "Yes?" I shifted uncomfortably, digging my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket.

"What's going on?" He looked back at the road as I lit my smoke.

"What do you mean?" I shackley blew the smoke out of the open window, feigning confidence.

"Are you kidding me? One minute everyone is having a good time, the next, no one is saying shit. What's going on?"

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Looking almost as uncomfortable as I felt.

"Look, Lilah, it's none of my business to talk about." He sighed, shaking his head. As much as I wanted to push, try and chip away at his resolve until he told me, I had a feeling that I shouldn't

That night I couldn't sleep. I just didn't understand. The way I felt when I saw Carlisle, and the Cullen family's reaction, none of it made sense. I assumed it must have been a vampire thing. I may have known what they are, but I didn't know what they were capable of. Bella didn't tell me much about what they really were. And the mythology I found on google about 'Cold Ones' hadn't described anything like what had transpired. I tossed the sheets off of me and looked over at the alarm clock that sat beside the bed. 1:30 am.

I stood, pulling on my jeans and socks, leaving the t-shirt I sleep in, on. I crept downstairs, backpack slung over my shoulder. I found Charlie asleep on the couch, again. I quickly tugged on my shoes and jacket, and slipped out of the front door as quietly as I could manage, though my father slept like the dead.

I remembered the area well. Well there really wasn't much to remember, small town, everything was pretty much in walking distance. It wasn't long until I found myself at the gas station, a popular stop for truck drivers, and locals. I moved through the store quickly, intent on one thing. Whenever something was stuck in my head, whenever something was wrong, I could always count on this.

I slammed the bottle down on the counter, reaching into my bag for my wallet. The man, well, more like boy looked me over. "I.D."

I was thankful I hadn't been in town long enough for people to recognize me as the Chief of Police's youngest daughter. I tossed my fake I.D on the counter and gave my sweetest smile to the kid behind the counter, I leaned toward him.

"How much, sweetheart?" He looked between me and the piece of plastic in his hand that read 'Irene Lovell'.

"Uh, that'll be $14.50" He looked shifted back and forth on his feet as I tossed a twenty on the counter. He slid my 'I.D' back to me on the counter as I tossed the bottle in my bag with my change. Tonight was going to be a good welcome back to Forks.

Delilah wandered around the darktown, comparing what differences, but truly not much had changed. She didn't even try to conceal the large bottle, openly taking swigs as she walked. It was peaceful, quiet. Carlisle slowly crept back into her thoughts. She didn't blame herself, he had the face of a god, all perfect, pale angles, and kind eyes. More beautiful than any celebrity she could think of. But the more she thought of him the more she drank.

She found herself entering the forest. If she'd been more clear minded she probably would have seen the faults in walking blindly into a forest in the dead of night, but she was half way through a bottle of vodka, and was more than a little careless. Delilah stumbled almost blindly through the woods, the moonlight obscured by the canopy of tree leaves, before pulling out her phone. Her phone's flashlight feature only lit a few feet infront of her but she continued walking anyways.

This was why her mother hadn't stopped her from leaving. Because she did things like wandering the forest at night, fueled by liquid courage. Her mother talked about how hard it was to deal with such a disobedient child. How hard it was to cope with the constant worry of what her daughter might do. Never did her mother ask her why she acted the way she did, never asked her what was wrong.

In Delilah's mind, her mother didn't care. And her allowing her own daughter to fly miles away with no planning just proved to her that her mother had given up on her. Like everyone else did, and would.

Delilah leaned against a large tree, she had no idea where she was, how deep in the forest she had walked, or how to get out. She turned the light off her phone and sank down the tree. Sitting on the wet forest floor she finished the bottle, tossing it to the ground. Deciding to call for help in the morning she closed her eyes, and dozed off.

Carlisle wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling as Emmett, who was wrestling with Jasper. He'd had his fill of deer blood, and was ready to head back home when he smelt it. Delilah. The cool breeze carried her scent straight to him, and for a moment, he thought he was imagining it. He looked over to his children, nodded, then went to find his mate.

At the speed he ran, he found her very quickly. The smell of alcohol hit him, mingling heavily, with her sweetness. He stepped closer, assessing her. She was curled against a large tree, she seemed injured, he couldn't smell any blood. Crouching beside her, he moved to attempt to wake her, but the moonlight bouncing off glass caught his attention. He picked up the empty bottle and weighed it in his hand. Realizing he probably wasn't going to be successful in waking her, he pulled her backpack onto his shoulder and scooped her into his arms.

She's so small. I looked down at her, strands of her hair had escaped her bun and fell messily onto her face. It was beautiful. And her smell. If I had been a lesser vampire I would have already drained her dry. Being this close to her was overwhelming.

I was concerned as well. Why was she out here? It made no sense. Bella had mentioned she was a little… wild. But she wasn't stupid. I sighed, tightening my grip on her and made my way home quickly. When I reached the front door, Alice pulled it open for me. Worry written on her face.

"Is she alright?"

I nodded, "I believe so, no physical injuries at least."

I carried her to the guest room, Alice following close behind. I laid her on the bed, tugging her converse off, and pulling the blanket over her. "Alice, could you get a glass of water." I asked and she zipped away to do so. I pulled the chair from the room's desk up to the bed, prepared to sit there until she woke.