IMPORTANT A/N: Oh my gosh it's another chapter!

Hey guys sorry about the wait, but let's have you take Calculus 3 and an engineering class and see how you do :p

So I'm not going to demand for reviews anymore cause I know that I don't like it when other do, but I think interest is dropping.

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Give me one and I will give you an excerpt from the parts of twilight I have written.

Now, the only reason I have those written and not more of this book is because it is a whole heck of a lot easier to write when you are just adding to a pre-written script.

So there is the deal: You give me a good review and I'll give you a glimpse of my version of twilight:

VE (vampire encounters): A different kind of twilight.

Original, I know.

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"What?" my voice was flat.

And steady despite the adrenaline rush I could still feel racing through my veins throughout my body.

He stood up and offering a hand, pulled me to my feet.

"Somehow, whatever came out your little handy weapon there, it had enough power to knock him out. Literally."

"I thought that was impossible."

"I thought so too. There have been rumors circling around for volturi knows how long, about a device that could make a vampire lose their memory for a short period of time and leave them with a slight headache. We never imagined that it would actually knock us out."

He paused, looking down at James' unmoving form for a long moment, and then reaching out towards the weapon I still held along side my arm.

He stopped just before touching it.

"May I?"

I shrugged and pulled back my sleeve-which had fallen forward sometime during the fight- and simply shoved my arm forward.

I was hesitant to actually give him the weapon. After all, there was an-apparently-unconscious hell-bent-on-revenge vampire at me feet.

He rotated my arm, never actually touching the weapon itself- looking at in amazement.

And as if it was going to jump up and bite him.

Or something like that.

He started muttering to himself and I took the time to stare at James. He hadn't moved since he had collapsed due to whatever it was that came out of the weapon.

If I didn't know better, I would say he was dead.

Well, he already was dead, but you know what I mean.

Fingers snapped in front of my face and I shot up in surprise.

Aaron smirked at me as his eyes danced with amusement and laughter for several moments before his expression became serious.

He lifted up my right arm, glanced at it, and back to me.

Silently telling me to look.

Why he didn't just say so, I've got no idea…

I did what I was told and then looked back at him, confused. I didn't see out of ordinary.

He rolled his eyes at my human eyesight. Well, not all of us could have 40/20 vision could we?

He came around to stand next to me, making his head level with mine and placed his finger on a spot on my wrist and turned my head in the right direction.

I looked closer and gasped.

It was probably very obvious to a vampire, but to a human you had to know what you were looking for.

For there, just above his finger, very thin, clear wires extended from the triggers on the weapon and into my skin though I felt nothing penetrating my skin.

They connected into my muscles or something like that.

I turned away from Aaron- just in case it misfired or something. I didn't want him dead…er and started flexing and tightening any muscles in my arm to try to get the triggers to fire.

Nothing happened and I scowled in confusion.

Aaron laughed softly. "I don't think that's how it's going to work, Bella. I mean think about it, girl. If you had to move a muscle to get something out of it, it would always be firing and shooting because you always move your arm. Even when you don't mean to."

I sighed and craned my neck back to look at him.

"So how does shooter work then?"

He blinked at me. "Um…shooter?"

I smiled. "My weapon. I named it. Like a codename. We know what we're talking about, but other don't and might even think it's a who. Besides it's better than saying 'weapon this' and 'weapon that'"

He blinked again and I bit back my smile. "Oh, well. I think the wea-uh, shooter um...shoots by your will and channeling your powers down your arm and through, um, shooter."

Say what now?

I looked down at shooter in vague disbelief then back up at Aaron. "What about the lightning or electricity thing or whatever that managed to knock James out? That came through shooter, too."

Aaron frowned. "We'll have to test that one as we go along." He picked up my arm again and began examining it…again. "I think that now that it has tapped into you-your muscles and such-no one else can use it or hit the triggers except for you. Just to make sure though…"

He reached for shooter and then jerked his hand back.

"Ow!"

"What?"

He rubbed his hand. "I think some of the electric stuff is still running through it. And I don't think it's willing to come off of-or out of-you unless you allow it."

I narrowed my eyes skeptically. "What do you mean allow it?"

"Somehow…somewhere in your mind, you're not willing to let it go."

I didn't know if it would do anything and I felt kind of stupid but I glared at the thing and said, "Get off."

Sure enough, the wires detached, and since nothing was holding it, it rolled off of my arm toward the ground.

Aaron caught it before it landed in one of his lightning fast moves and smiled at me.

He pushed down on one of the triggers and nothing happened.

He repeated the process on the rest of them with the same result.

"Told you."

I rolled my eyes at the almost childish petulant tone. Its not like I had said he was wrong.

"I didn't doubt you, genius."

He laughed easily. "I want you to take the bottom of this-" meaning the weapon-"and just hold it so it doesn't slide down to your wrist and forearm. Don't hold on really tight, just so it doesn't fall out of your hand. Concentrate on feeling like you need to store it for later use."

I did as he said and gaped.

I felt like I was doing a lot of that today…

You know those detective and secret agent shows where they have the cool gadgets that will 'whir' and lock into place?

That's exactly what it did.

Once I had grabbed onto it, it had lengthened, extended its wires and connected to the underside of my forearm, shortened again and locked back down into place at my wrist.

It was actually shorter than it had been when I first originally found it. Perfect length for hiding under a long sleeve shirt but no at a good length to really use it.

"This is great and all, able to withdraw it back quickly and all that. But it's no the greatest position to be able to use it in."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, by attention was drawn to a presence I could feel in the stillness of the air.

I don't know how I could tell, though I suspected it had something to do with my air bending, I just knew it was there.

I didn't know where it was coming from, just that someone-or something- was here…watching.

Waiting.

And then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, it was gone.

I glanced at Aaron, he was still thinking. Completely unaware of what had just happened. Only I had noticed the appearance and retreat of what must have been a vampire; nothing else could move that fast.

I don't know if it was instinct, or the slight fear that made my senses sharper, but I suddenly knew almost everything about shooter.

I made a pumping motion with my arm-out to my right- with my palm open.

Like when someone pumps 'yes!' in victory but when I pumped out I opened my hand to catch the lengthening of shooter to grab and point.

As I expected, it lengthened and snapped into my waiting hand. I whirled and, testing a theory, shot a volley of water out of shooter toward James.

It hit in the exact place where I had been thinking of, even though my aim was purposely off.

I retracted it easily back down my arm and turned to beam at Aaron.

He was starring at me in shock, his mouth hanging open slightly.

I laughed and skipped the short distance back over to him and pushed his jaw shut with my finger.

When he still had yet to say anything after a few minutes, I flew a stick over to me and started poking and hitting him with it.

He finally was able to manage speech. "Bella…that…that was quite graceful."

I glared at him for the 'graceful' comment and he was quickly backpedaling.

"What I mean, is when you did the move, your entire being screamed 'powerful.'"

I frowned lightly. "Is that a good thing?"

"Bella, it's wonderful! If we can get your entire presence to speak power, it will be so much better. Only those who are suicidal will dare challenge you."

"Well, how do I do that?"

"I suspect, unfortunately, that as you develop your powers it will just start to come naturally since you'll probably have your powers always flowing through you, not just in use."

"Well, that's good, I guess. But I don't see how-"

I never got to finish.

In that instant, James' eyes snapped open and he leaped up, kicking Aaron clear across the way and grabbing my throat-not quite choking me- lifting me off the ground.

I threw my right arm instinctively into a punch, realizing too late that I still had shooter in plain view and he would crush it into oblivion.

So, it was a bit of a shock, when his hand closed around my bare wrist. No weapon in sight.

It hadn't fallen and James hadn't crushed it.

It just wasn't there anymore. I couldn't understand it.

Not that I had any time to.

Aaron was running back towards us, but James was now squeezing my throat-cutting off my air supply.

Aaron reached us quickly, but he couldn't help very effectively without the very distinct possibility of James snapping my neck or having it snapped if he tackled James.

My vision started to blur as I struggled to get free and any amount of air into my deprived lungs.

It seemed like I was usually much older, but in this moment I was reminded that I was only 8 years old.

I had four months until I turned 9.

Right now, I felt very much like the little girl that I actually was.

Even if the weight of the world was-supposedly-going to rest on my shoulders.

I had gone through solid vampire-the same vampire holding me in fact-about an hour ago so hopefully I could do it again.

Last time, I tried pushing away from him with air and I fell through him.

I tried that again to no avail while James just laughed.

Think, Bella. Think.

Okay. So, when I had gone through him, I had been thinking…wishing…that he wasn't there. And then I had gone through him.

Hopefully, that was it.

I concentrated on that feeling despite my aching lungs, and a few seconds later blessed air rushed into my lungs as my feet touched the ground.

Aaron was fighting James in the next instant.

I watched them fight from my spot on the ground as I gasped for air.

It was mostly a blur, but I caught a couple of movements.

After a minute or so, Aaron dominated over James.

He locked James' arms behind his back by holding them with his own arm and with the other arm pulled his back. (Kinda like how Felix holds onto Edward in New Moon)

"You listen to me and you listen well," Aaron said menacingly and a chill ran down my spine. "I'm not going to kill you because you were my friend. But Bella is off limits and so is any of her family and of mine. You are going to leave and never come back while we are here and you will never seek us out. You fail to follow this, and you'll be wishing for death long before I give it to you."

He released James, who stood up slowly, glared at both of us and then quickly left.

Aaron quickly scooped me up into a hug. " Are you alright, Bella?"

"I'm fine now. Promise."

He put me down and we started back towards the house when he stopped me.

He touched a bump-which I swear wasn't there before-on my right arm.

He was starring at it rather intently.

"What is it Aaron?"

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

He paused for a moment. "Think about using your weapon."

"But it's not-"

"Just do it."

I did as he asked and watched in utter amazement as it-literally-came out of my arm and snapped into 'fighting position.'

My voice came out kinda breathless. "That's new."

He snorted. "Come on you. Let's go see what else we can fine out."
We walked in silence the rest of the way to the house.

He opened the door for me but I paused right inside the doorway. Something wasn't quite right. I cast out my sense but couldn't find anything out of ordinary, but I could feel it in the air.

I gripped shooter tighter and let Aaron take lead.

He froze just inside the doorway to the living room.

He muttered a soft "Damn." I peeked around his arm to look.

'Damn' was right.

There were three vampires standing in the middle of the room.

Two boys and one girl.

We were so screwed.

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