A/N: I am super sorry about the delay, I've just been so busy. Going to California, internet was down at my house, and a bad case of writer's block. So I'm really sorry! Anyway I hope you like this next chapter and remember to review!

DISCLAIMER: Twilight is still owned by Stephenie Meyer, not me.

An Undesirable Guest:

Viola stepped back and watched Seth sprint into the woods. She gazed at the woods long after he had left her sight, which had taken nearly ten minutes. She hoped that he wasn't in too much trouble with his sister; she had never wanted to cause any trouble.

"Where did Seth go?" Viola turned in surprise. It was hard to surprise her with her new vampire senses, but she was so distracted she hadn't even noticed when Jacob had come out of the house.

"He… Leah came and…" Viola trailed off and merely gestured to the woods behind her. She was still a little boggled from the kiss.

"Oh," was all Jacob said. He glanced at the woods then looked at Viola, a look of sadness crossing his face.

"What's wrong?" Viola asked him.

He scratched his neck, not meeting her eyes, before answering, "Nothing. Seth is just fighting a battle he cannot win."

"What do you mean?"

Jacob sighed. "Leah's never going to approve of you."

Viola nodded, remembering the horror-struck look Leah had worn at the sight of her. It made her a little sad in a way, not being approved was one of the many soft spots she had. She suddenly let out a shudder, pressing away the memories that haunted now more than ever.

"I approve you though, Viola," Jacob said abruptly. She looked at him, but he refused to meet her eyes. She got the feeling he did not like the sight of her crimson irises, though she could not be sure.

"Thank you," she said sincerely. He couldn't possibly have known how that had made her feel, welcome was the word for it and maybe even loved in a brotherly way, of course. Jacob smiled, then he gestured a goodbye, which she returned, and ran off into the woods. Sighing, Viola sauntered back into the house. The living room was empty when she entered; she thought the Cullens must have been saying farewell to Eleazor. Otherwise they were probably just going about their regular night time business.

Viola crossed the room, climbed up the steps in super speed and then went into her room. It was as she left, which was good. She hadn't really thought anyone would break in, she just didn't want any of the Cullen's—particularly Alice, who frequently tried to organize her closet—in her room.

Just moments of entering her room, there was a soft knock at the door. Viola bit her lip, hoping she would have some privacy soon. She still hadn't gotten time to contemplate what Eleazor had said, or try it out for that matter.

"Open up, Vee! You very well know I can break this door down if it's necessary," Alice's voice called through the closed wood. Viola urged the door to open and open it did. Alice stood there with a fraction of a scowl on her face, but then she ran at Viola and gave her a big hug. It had been the second time she had been hugged that day, and she was starting to like the gesture of affection. Though Alice's and Seth's hugs were completely different.

"I'm so sorry! I guess I should have seen it coming, but the wolves were here and they make me go fuzzy," Alice said, letting go of Viola.

"It's fine; really you don't need to apologize. I'd just like to forget it now that it's out," Viola said.

Alice nodded, pretended to zip her lips, and then gave Viola a sailor salute before scampering out of the room.

The rest of the night came and went without much activity—Viola simply practiced her gift—and by the time it was morning, the house was back to normal. It seemed Alice had past on the word that Viola really wanted to forget about what happened and start fresh. Viola felt so privileged to be in a house full of such respectful people—more accurately vampires.

Seth returned in the morning, but Viola could tell something was on his mind. His eyes seemed galaxies away from her and his voice was just as distant. She felt bad for him and his sister, yet she could understand why Leah felt so betrayed. Wolves and vampires weren't supposed to get along.

"Are you okay, Seth?" she asked him.

He simply nodded then he smiled and kissed her on the lips lightly. That's when she nearly snapped. He smelled good, too good. She'd been so disconcerted last night she hadn't even realized how thirsty she was. She put a hand to his lips, stepping back and holding her breath.

"I," she began then at the frown he gave her, she said, "Sorry. I can't. Thirsty."

His mouth became an 'O' shape, but she had no time for an answer, she ran from the kitchen, where they had been talking, and found Alice and Jasper in the living room.

"I need," was all she got out before Jasper bolted up, already soothing her thirst.

"Oh! You're thirsty! Let's go, Jazz," Alice squealed, skipping towards the exit. Viola followed her, relaxing a bit, for now she couldn't smell Seth as much.

They ran into the woods, fast as lightening, searching for anything to quench their thirst. Miles ahead they found a herd of deer. This will have to do, Viola thought as she took down one of the bigger deer, probably a male with its towering antlers. Soon she was as satisfied as she was going to get with animal blood, but suddenly she caught a new scent. A scent she had never inhaled before, one that could only be owned by another vampire.

"Oh, no," Alice whispered from behind Viola. "Demetrius."

Viola twisted around, giving her adopted sister a quizzical look. "Who?"

"Well, if isn't the Cullens? And a new one, eh?" she twirled around again. Standing at the edge of the clearing was man, beautiful as all vampires were, but he also had an aura of menace.

"A very new one at that," he said, his tone filled with ice and contempt. "Haven't been breaking the law, now have we?"

"No," Alice answered bravely. "She hasn't done anything wrong."

The man—Demetrius—laughed, a high and wicked laugh. "Of course, I should've known. You probably have her on a pretty tight leash."

He walked towards Viola and when he was mere feet from her he suddenly stopped. His face turned from ominous and malicious to confusion. He stared at Viola, she had done it, of course, mustering all of her strength she had stopped him from approaching her.

"How-?" he hissed. "Are you doing this, new born?"

Viola just stared defiantly back though her strength and concentration was waning. Demetrius glared at her and snapped, "Let me go."

She did, for the daggers he sent her way could've frightened the bravest person.

"I'll be watching," he paused for dramatic effect, "and so will the Volturi."

Then he swept his long black cloak and marched back into the forest, leaving a deadly silence in his wake. Viola shivered involuntarily. Demetrius had reminded her overwhelmingly of her father.

"Come on, Viola," Alice said slowly. "We have to get back. Carlisle will be interested to hear of this… interaction."

A/N: Well, hope you enjoyed it and, again, I'm really sorry about the delay! Reviews, please!