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Okay, os a little AN here. As you've probably guessed, most of this story is from Nessie's POV. But this chapter will be from the POV of our little half-vampire friend. ;) Little spoiler for you here: you will learn her name and address (For the most part).

I was never someone who would do something wrong, most of the time. So why did God send another half-vampire my way? What did I do to deserve a half-vampire and six other full vampires on my trail? I know I'm supposed to be damned and all, but seriously? Why this? They could be vicious, cruel people, and no one but my buddy will miss me.

I first noticed them at lunch, and when I caught their scent, I hightailed it outta there. I calmed down when I didn't have any in my next two classes, but then she walked in to the locker room as I was changing into my gym shorts. I couldn't belive it. Now I have to hide from her every day for the rest of the year! And my buddy won't leave this place, he says that this place has special meaning to him.

I had to keep going up to the girls in the class that wore layer after layer of perfume, that was just enough to hide my scent from her, at least for a minute or two. Finally the teacher blew her whistle, and the girl, Renesmee, stomped off to the locker room, and when the bell rang, she dashed out of the room, and she ran for the parking lot, up to the group of vampires. I hated those bloodsucking leeches. You could tell that they were a rich family, and growing up the way I did, I generally hated rich people.

I grabbed my bag and started out for home, a fifteen mile walk from Forks to the reservation, where I lived with my best friend, and a couple of his 'brothers'. You see, I live in a house with a bunch of werewolves. And one of them was the reason I was still alive today.

I opened the door of the little run down shack that we all lived in. "I'm home!" I called to the house.

"Oh, hey, Tatiana," Jason said, looking up from the beat up book in his hand. (AN: Ha ha, you thought it was gonna be Jake)

"Where's everbody else?" I asked.

"They're out on patrol," he said, turning the page.

"Well, go get them, I have news."

Jason came back in a few minutes later, followed by the miniscule pack that he was leader of. "What's up?" Mike asked, flopping down on the couch.

"We've got visitors. Nine of them," I said, thinking back to those pale faces.

"Nine? Have you every heard of so many of them together at once?" Jason asked.

"I have," came a voice from the door of the shack. I whipped my head back to see the reason I was alive standing in the door.

"What are you talking about, Jake?" I asked. He had never told me about this before.

"They are the Cullens, aren't they, Tati?" he asked.

"Um, yeah. But what does that matter? Why does it matter their name if we're just gonna kill them any way?" I replied.

"We aren't going to kill them," Jacob said in a calm voice.

"To hell, we aren't!" I shouted.

"Tatiana, we can't. They are protected," he replied.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. Tis boy was seriously messed up.

"Have you heard of the treaty?" he asked.

"No duh," I replied.

"Well, we made it with them, the Cullens," he said.

"No way," Jason said. There were things that even he didn't know. No one new more than the lone wolf, Jacob Black. We didn't even know how long he has been alive.

"Way, Jason. And we aren't going to attack them, and any man that does, I will hamstring him," he said, smiling a sad smile, almost as if he was remembering a joke from happier times. (AN: Ha ha, twilight inside joke)

"Whatever," I said, then I got up and stalked out of the house. I knew exactly where I was heading.

The Cullen house.

Ha ha! Victory! I finished it! Well, not the story, but the chapter. Please review!

~Isabelle~