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Chapter Eight: Taking The Garbage Out (Selene's POV)

When Edward finally got home after dashing away from the hunting trip, he didn't stay long. Well, neither did Carlisle or I either. But we weren't going to the same places. He had come rushing in through the door with a frantic, murderous look on his face.

Carlisle was getting ready to ask what the matter was, but I saw the problem and spoke first.

"Carlisle the three of us needs to go outside for this." Esme, Alice and Rosalie were upstairs while Jazz and Em were out finishing their hunting.

It was raining outside, of course. I loved the rain though, so it didn't bother me. The whole three seconds it took us to get out of ear shot of the house, I was shooting questions at my brother, but he wouldn't answer me. When we came to a stop, Carlisle asked the obvious question.

"What's going on Edward?" he was worried. Edward hadn't looked that murderous since he'd had the blood red eyes in his skull.

"Carlisle, can you take care of some men. They're too dangerous to be on the streets, but if I go back, I'll probably kill them." My head was then swamped with the images of the men he was talking about.

Pass it on to Carlisle.

So I did. I transferred the images to his mind while Edward told us what had happened with Bella. I snarled and Carlisle looked disgusted. He said he would take care of them. I agreed to assist my father whilst Eddie went and watched over Bella as she slept.

Neither Carlisle nor I could even kill a human for blood now. Neither of us really even smelled it anymore. Well, actually, I smelled it still, but it was more like when I was human than a drug that shocked my throat every time I smelled it.

My father and I ran all the way up to Port Angeles. I had to slow to his pace, but it still didn't take long. Then, it took even less time to find the disgusting minds of the men Edward had showed us. They were still thinking about Bella and wishing they could have had their hands on her.

To give then fair warning, and because I was absolutely disgusted, I gave aloud snarl. The men spun around. Their fear-stricken faces were replaces with evil grins. Thoughts were turned to my body and how they would make up for losing Bella, with me.

Did these humans not have any common sense? If a snarl had come right before someone appeared, I would have presumed that person was growling at me. But these men had no common sense. They were sad excuses for human beings.

They looked really disappointed when Carlisle stepped out of the shadows. He was gritting his teeth and growling. He was really angry, and that was because I had been transmitting every one of their thoughts to him. He agreed with me- sad excuses for human beings.

"Who are you guys?" one man stammered. They seemed to be taking my father's and my scowls seriously now. They all took a few steps back as Carlisle and I took a couple towards them.

"Let's just say… your worst nightmare. Shall we?" I answered. At that, they all started whimpering.

Edward had wanted so much to suck these monsters dry. Of course he knew that wouldn't be what Carlisle would want him to do, but that thought crossed my mind once as well. I defiantly couldn't take their blood though. I had never tasted human blood, ever.

Carlisle nodded to me, when I asked him when. The nod meant now.

"Good night boys," was all I said before pouncing. All Carlisle and I had to do was control our strength. We lightly punched each on in the side of the head. From there, it was an easy task to carry them to a police station.

We took the monsters all the way to Seattle and dumped the trash in an alleyway next to the Police Station.

It was about one in the morning, so it was a perfect time to turn them in. I told my dad about my idea and he agreed it would be a good way to get rid of them. So I put on the face a scared silly teenaged girl, while Carlisle pretended to be supporting me.

We walked into the station. The officers saw my trembling figure and came rushing over.

"Dear God! What's wrong with her?" they asked Carlisle. He told them that he had found me curled up in the alley in the fetal position while some men were fighting amongst themselves. Then I pretended to finally find my voice and told them I was kidnapped and they were fighting over who would get me. We explained that they were still out side.

Turns out, those men had been wanted across a couple of states for multiple rapes and murders of young women. Our world would be better off with them off the streets.

I heaved a sigh as my father and I ran home. I just couldn't fathom a reason for such behavior. Why was murder such a huge part of our world? Why couldn't men treat women the way they should be treated, and vise versa. These thoughts just made me want to get back to Emmett.

He knew how to treat a lady, whether I acted like a normal one or not. He knew that partners were supposed to be respected and adored, not abused. As soon as I got home, he and I would need to and just cuddle in front of the TV or something. I need to see that he loved me, so I could get those treacherous men out of my mind. Home sounded very good to me now.