A/N: So here I am, uber hyper, thinking "I might as make use of all this energy while I have it." You see, I haven't slept all night and then my dad wakes up at five o' clock in the morning and offers me a cup of espresso for what I assume was his own personal entertainment. If I thought there was something wrong with that man before, I know now for sure.

So let's see if I can get this out before I crash, burn and EXPLODE. *BOOM*

"Edward, that doesn't make any sense to me."

"It will in time."

I sat back on my heels, head tilted to the side as I assessed him carefully. Where did this crazy notion come from?

"Are you saying that Esme doesn't have a soul? Are you saying that Bella doesn't have a soul?" I prodded, a light bulb flickering to life above my head as Edward scowled at me.

"Tell me, Edward, what does Bella mean to you?" I asked. The scowl melted into a soft smile as he looked down at his hands.

"Everything," he said, "She's everything to me. She's the love of my existence. She saved my life, you know. Literally. She's my..." I leaned forward, nodding.

"Soulmate?"

He laughed quietly. "Yes. I guess you could say that."

"Now, Edward," I smirked, "How could that be possible if neither of you have souls?"

His head snapped up. His eyes were wide, skeptical but considering.

"I don't know..."

"It's not."

My head whipped around and there stood Bella, lips smiling, eyes grave. She came towards us slowly and I didn't miss the way she touched my head almost affectionately as she passed. She pulled Edward from where he sat beside me on the couch.

"We couldn't be soulmates if we didn't have souls. Honestly, I don't think anybody really loses their souls. You couldn't love - truly love without one." Her voice was low but passionate, her amber eyes burning into his gold ones. A sucker for anything romantic, I curled up around my knees and laid my head on them, watching silently.

"I've learned a lot since we last had this conversation. And I think you're mistaken. People lose their humanity, not their souls. So, no matter what you may think, you still have yours and you haven't taken mine. I promise."

They stood close, faces inches apart. I covered my face with my hands, giving a short laugh.

"Just get it over with," I squealed, "I don't want to see. Better yet, just give me a chance to leave and you can do all the snogging you like."

Bella chuckled and pulled me from my seat, too. I liked her laugh. It bubbled and popped, like the laughter of a happy child.

"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere just yet. You and I have a lot of work to do."

"Ow! Bella, be careful!"

"Sorry. Just - hold still, will you?"

I let her take another piece of my hair between her fingers, clenching my teeth, struggling not to flinch away. I grabbed onto the leg of her pants and squeezed hard.

"Alice won't be happy that you're wrinkling my jeans," she said, a note of amusement in her voice.

"I wouldn't have to if my head wasn't about to explode," I grumbled. I peered up at her, face pinched in irritation, to see her roll her eyes.

"You're overreacting. I've got to get your roots. Just relax, I'm almost done."

She pressed the hair between the two hot plates. I felt my scalp get hotter and hotter until-

"Goodness!" I jerked away and she lifted the flat iron above her head, sliding the rest of the hair through.

To my utter relief, she set it down and picked up a comb, running it through a couple of times.

"Well, what do you know," she exclaimed, bending to look into my face, "We've tamed the beast."

"Thank God," I muttered as I got up to look into the mirror. My hair, split evenly down the middle, fell pin-straight down my back to rest just below my waiste. My reflection blinked at me in surprise, then abruptly turned away as I realized just who I looked more like in that moment.

An hour later, in the place of my dark hair, a cascade of soft white fabric fell over my left shoulder. I flipped the hood of my sweater up as Bella and I left the cottage.

"You know, Bella," I said, "You're kind of awesome." Her lips twitched.

"Just 'kind of'? Not very?"

I grinned as I pulled her into a one armed hug. "Totally awesome."

She laughed and returned the hug and we came through the door just like that; Bella's arm around my shoulders and mine around her waist. We were met at the door by a sullen Alice.

"Excellent. You're in a good mood. Let's go."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Bella pulled her arm out of her grip, "Where are we going?

"The cat," Alice sneered, "Needs more food." A laugh sounded behind her, and my jaw dropped to the floor when I caught sight of Seth in the loveseat with a purring Mr. Whiskers in his lap.

"Seth!" I exclaimed.

"What!"

"What do you mean 'what'? You've made friends with the enemy!"

He cracked up at the betrayed expression on my face. I narrowed my eyes and strode toward him, hands planted firmly on my hips.

"Get rid of it or I'm keeping a 5 feet distance between us for the rest of the week," I said, when we both knew that it wasn't going to happen.

"Oh, come on, Kendra," he said, still laughing, "He's totally harmless. See?"

He lifted Whiskers off his lap and brought him up so we were at the same level. The cat's golden eyes widened innocently and for a second I was almost fooled. But my keen eyes caught the way his claws slowly emerged from his front paw as I reached out to touch him.

"Nice try."

Whiskers made a savage sound of protest as I grabbed him by the scruff and dumped him on rug. He glared at me and made another sound that clearly said, "You'll pay for this," as he slunk away.

I rolled my eyes and plunked myself into the narrow space between the arm of the chair and Seth, my legs across his lap.

"He's not gonna forget that," he murmured as we watched the little pest go up the stairs in a huff.

I shrugged. "He'll get over it."

Jake was giving Seth the entire day off so he could be bright eyed and bushy tailed when he left to patrol that night. We spent the entire day together, not really doing anything in particular, just enjoying eachother's company. Even partly destracted by this, I was still acutely aware of the sun sinking lower and lower in the sky.

It wasn't the fact that I was doing something majorly risky that made my stomach twist in knots as the hours ticked by. It was that Seth was doing the same thing but instead of someone else's life being at risk, it was his own.

"They're out there," I whispered, as Seth was about to leave for the night, "Whoever killed all of those people - they're out there, aren't they?"

He took my small, cold hand in his large, warm one. "You're worried," he observed.

But how could I not be. I knew all too well how agressive a frenzied vampire could be.

"Of course I'm worried. Look, just - be careful. Promise me."

"Kendra-"

"Seth."

I stared up at him with pleading eyes. The fact that he was completely unconcerned about this bothered me. If he was careless, he could get hurt. Or worse.

He nodded, squeezing my hand gently. "Alright. I promise." And then he was gone.

I waited twenty minutes before I left.

I didn't worry about suspicion, though. After Seth had left, I hadn't gone back inside the house. I knew everyone would assume I'd gone with him. I moved stealthily through the night weaving in and out of the trees until I reached the one I was looking for.

I kneeled and reached into the hollow of the trunk, pulling out the green canvas bag. I took a breath before taking out the blue contacts and putting them on. It was a pain trying to see through the filmy layer and I closed my eyes for a moment so they would quit trying to dislodge them. Then, I removed the white scarf and replaced it with a wig cap before putting the short blonde wig on. I ran my fingers through it a few times, making sure it was sitting right.

I rose to my feet and started forward again, fully aware that what I was about to do was big, and could possibly get me into a lot of trouble.

That was okay. I was ready.

A/N: Yeah, so I crashed somewhere in the middle there. Anyway, I've got some good news! I've found Kendra! Yes, there are pictures on my profile but if you're like me and tend to be a bit lazy when it comes to checking the profiles, here's a link:

.ca/marco/data/christina_

Link doesn't show? Really sorry. Profile it is!

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