A/N - hoping you are liking the story. I am going to go into Yvonne's story a lot more now.

Chapter 7

Yvonne. My head couldn't get round it. She was standing in the middle of the road in the pitch black. She could have been killed, but that didn't seem to bother her. She walked gracefully to my car window. She usually walked glamorously, but tonight it was like a dance. Her head poked through the window, and she looked at me. That was it. No "Fancy seeing you here" or "Surprise!", just looking. I looked in her eyes and groaned. Her favourite colours were red and black, always wearing a full black outfit, always accessorising with red, but she had taken it too far. Now she had started wearing blood red contacts.

"Seriously, is that the new trend?" I said, rolling my eyes. When she looked confused, I motioned towards the unearthly eyes. "You, know, the red contacts? Your eyes are usually brown."

Her mouth made an O shape and she looked shocked. She quickly recovered though, and smirked.

"Sure, have you not heard? Weird eye colours are the latest thing. And mine are red for obvious reasons." She said simply. "Now will you let me in before I am nearly run over again."

"Sure," I muttered. There was just something about the red that made me shiver. "What were you doing in the middle of the road anyway?"

"Waiting for you, of course." She said this as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Why she waited on that road and didn't come to my house, she wouldn't tell me.

I took her to my house and let her stay the night. She insisted that her family wouldn't mind and were used to her going out in the middle of the night and not returning until dawn. When we got in the house, I was giggling away. Yvonne could always make me laugh, even if she was strange. I had completely forgotten that Jake and Billy were in. Yvonne's face puckered up and looked completely disgusted, as if some vile smell had engulfed her. I didn't smell anything unusual, so I was utterly confused at what was wrong with her face. We walked into the living room, and understanding dawned on her face. Then even worse repulsion than before, in fact, she very nearly hissed. I'm sure of that. I'm also sure that under her breath she mumbled something about a dog. What was up with her?

I turned to see hatred on Billy's face also. He was staring at her with a scared and knowing look. Jacob sat in the middle, on edge, but he didn't look as if he was sure why.

"Um, this is Yvonne. She worked on set of my last film and is in town visiting family," I explained to Charlie. "Can she stay the night?" I decided to clear it with him first.

"Sure," Charlie said, oblivious to the silent war that was raging between the two sides of the room.

"Ok, thanks!" I said, leaving. I popped my head back round the doorway and said, "Nearly forgot to say good bye. Goodbye Billy, See ya Jake."

I think Jake was going to get up and hug me, but took one look at Yvonne and thought better of it. We went up the stairs and sat in my room, and gossiped. Every so often I stared at the eyes, I kept thinking she looked devil like.

When I was tired and suggested to sleep, she took off her jacket and pants and said she would sleep in her tank top and underwear.

"Aren't you going to take your contacts out?" I said after she had closed her eyes. Again she looked surprised and I suspected something was going on.

"Yeah…" she said slowly. "I'll go and take them out. Do you want me to turn off the light?"

"Um, yes," I said confused. She left the room ad turned the light out. I closed my eyes, and minutes later she came back in the room. I watched as she climbed in next to me in my double bed. It was very dark, so I could only see her figure. I yawned, and she closed her eyes. After a few minutes, her breathing levelled out and I looked at her face. In her sleep she almost looked impatient. I mentally shrugged, and rolled over. I fell asleep.

I woke with a start. It was still late at night so I wondered what had woken me. Groggily, I turned and got a shock as Yvonne wasn't in bed. The window was open so I slouched over to it and looked out. All I saw was some blonde hair in the darkness. Was Yvonne outside? I rubbed my eyes to see if I was imagining things. When I looked back there was nothing there. Must have been my imagination. My rational mind told me that Yvonne was thirsty and went downstairs to get a glass of water. It also told me she was too warm and that was why the window was open. I was too tired to think anymore so I went to bed. Yvonne would be back soon. Probably.

BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP. Urgh, I thought.

"Good morning, sunshine," said a voice. The voice was like a thousand wind chimes tinkling in a morning breeze and I smiled. I imagined Edward sitting next to me smiling, waking me up softly.

"WAKE UP!"

"WHAT! WHERE'S THE FIRE!" I jumped. I always seemed to have a sense of humour in the morning. Maybe that's why I had that funny dream about Edward, but boy did I wish it was true.

My eyes opened, and Yvonne was sitting upright, staring at me intently, while smirking. I was getting used to seeing that smirk.

"Well you slept through a dozen phone calls and texts by someone called… 'Devil's Mistress'." She stated.

"Oh, no," I groaned. Mum. I gave her that nickname after she went crazy with the power and money I made. "I was supposed to start filming today, got to get to the school!"

"Ok, I have to go anyway," she looked at her watch. "If I start to walk now, I can see my family before they got to school." I wasn't listening as I was too busy running around getting ready.

"Sure, sure. Laters." I said as she left the room. It wasn't until I was in the car and rushing to the set, that I absorbed her words. Her family went to school. I wondered how old they were.

When I got there, my mom just shook her head.

"Five minutes late. I brought you up to be on time and you humiliate me as soon as you are left with your father," she said, resentfully.

I cringed, and muttered, "Sorry mum." Then I ran to costume and makeup.

Two hours it took for me to look like a vampire. Two hours. I walked on set and strutted around saying my lines. At the end of the school day, the pupils came out to watch. Some got bored as I redone scenes over and over again at different angles, and left. In one scene I had to pretend to bite someone and get a blood like substance on my face. When I looked up from the neck of my 'victim', I saw Edward in the distance. He was nearly doubled over with laughter, as I tore my way through the neck.

I don't know how, or why, but suddenly I was deeply embarrassed.

A/N - I am so sorry if you don't like this chapter. I am really tired but I knew I had to get up something. If I have made any mistakes, please don't kill me.