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All other characters and the original story of Virgins &Villains are the intellectual property of Emmamama88.

*I will warn you that this outtake is not humorous. It's actually a bit maudlin.

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Outtake: The Turkey of Ill Repute

*October 1992, Forks Washington*

It was the day of the Autumn Bazaar at St Anne's Catholic Church in Forks Washington. Renee dropped her son Emmett off for peewee football practice at the local elementary school, and then drove with her daughter Bella over to the church.

She'd volunteered to work at one of the booths.

Bella helped her mommy, but after a while, she got restless. Renee, being the resourceful mother of a five year old of above-average intelligence, brought out the Rugrats backpack full of activities for little Bella that she had kept hidden until precisely the right moment.

Renee spread a small blanket on the floor behind the booth and soon Bella was busily playing with her colorforms, reading one of her many Dr. Seuss books, or coloring in her Beauty and the Beast coloring book.

As luck would have it, just about the time Bella was feeling restless again, her Daddy and brother arrived. Charlie had picked Emmett up from practice and driven straight to the bazaar.

"Come on Bells" Her Daddy called. "Let's go look around."

Bella jumped up with a smile. She was so happy that she actually clapped. "Emmett, would you help Bella pack her bag sweetie?" Renee asked her son.

Emmett nodded. "Sure Mom. Come on Sissy, I'll help you then we can go get some cotton candy."

By this time, Bella was practically dancing with excitement.

Emmett helped his sister, and even volunteered to carry the backpack for her. After all Rugrats was cool, even if he personally preferred X-Men.

-T-

"Thank you for the vote of confidence Charlie, but my art skills are very limited. If I attempt to paint that thing, it will end up looking like a ceramic piece of crap." Renee told her husband that night.

The source of their disagreement was a small unpainted ceramic turkey which Bella had spied in one of the booths at the bazaar. As soon as she saw it, Bella's heart was set on taking it home. Her father found it difficult to tell her 'no' when she'd asked so sweetly, her big brown eyes looking up into his with a hopeful expression.

During the drive home Charlie pondered who he knew that would be willing to paint the little bird. As if she could read his mind, Bella announced that Mommy was the bestest artist she knew, because she 'always painted my fingernails to look the most beautifulest'. It was clear that little Bella had confidence in her mother which Renee herself did not share.

When Charlie relayed this information to Renee, the mother's heart melted and she became determined to make sure she didn't let her little girl down.

The days passed, and pretty soon Thanksgiving was just around the corner. The little unpainted bird sat on the kitchen counter, where it had been since the day it arrived, serving as a constant reminder to Renee that time was running out. She needed to get that thing painted, and soon.

It was approximately two weeks before Thanksgiving when Renee's prayers were finally answered. She and the children were in Port Angeles. The public library there had been having a sale of old books, most selling for under a dollar. Needless to say, Bella had been in her glory, and was now the proud owner of an old Peanuts Cartoon Treasury, along with a well-worn illustrated copy of Heidi.

As Renee turned down an unfamiliar side street while trying to navigate her way back to the main road which would eventually lead them back to Forks, she passed a large white house. The house, which was badly in need of a paint job, sat back from the road and wouldn't have caught Renee's eye if it hadn't been for the sign prominently displayed in the front yard. It read: 'Ceramic Shop' in bold black print.

When she turned to look at the house, Renee noticed that the entire front window was being utilized as a 'showcase' for painted and unpainted ceramic figurines.

Hooray! She thought. She would be able to surprise Bella with the finished bird just before Thanksgiving.

The next day was Sunday. After Mass, Renee carefully placed the little turkey in bubble wrap, left the children with Charlie who had the day off, and hopped in her car making the trek to Port Angeles in no time.

It took her a few minutes to find the house, and then a few minutes more to find a parking space which wasn't a block away. She felt a little awkward to be showing up on the doorstep, unannounced on a Sunday, but there was nothing she could do about that. Unfortunately the sign in the yard had been lacking vital information, such as a phone number. Once in front of the house she turned onto the path which led to the front door. A middle-aged man was ambling down the path toward her, having just exited the house. As he passed, Renee could have sworn that he leered at her.

She was a bit taken aback, but only for a moment. She was on a mission. The fear of disappointing her daughter forced her to continue marching determinedly up the path. Once there she knocked on the door. As she waited, the closer view she now had of the various pieces displayed in the window gave her confidence. All of them put her little turkey to shame. Whoever had created those pieces was a true artist.

The door opened to reveal an attractive woman, probably in her late thirties with a confused expression on her face. Renee's eyes widened in surprise as they took in the woman's appearance, she wore a pale pink mini-dress made of a silky material. The neckline on the dress plunged so low that it almost met the extremely short hemline. Her makeup was quite overdone for the middle of the day, especially on a Sunday, and her bleached-blonde hair was piled high on her head with several seductive tendrils trailing down the nape of her neck.

The woman, seemingly just as surprised by Renee, finally spoke, "Um, can I help you?" She asked.

Renee snapped to attention then and began to unwrap the bird. "Yes, I saw your sign and wanted to leave this with you in order to have it painted." It came out sounding more like a question than a statement.

The woman looked even more surprised as she glanced nervously at the window display. "Oh, I see. I don't have a lot of time." She said as she shifted from one foot to the other nervously.

After taking in Renee's disappointed expression, she continued. "Um when would you need it back?"

Renee thought about that. Thanksgiving was eleven days away. "Could you have it finished in a week?"

The woman bit her lip. "That shouldn't be a problem." She said as she gingerly re-wrapped the plastic around the bird.

"Okay, I guess I'll be back next Sunday then." Renee said, thinking more and more that this may have been a bad idea. She turned to walk back down the path. Suddenly Renee turned back to ask a question "How much?"

The woman, who was still standing in the doorway, thought for a moment before giving her answer, "Five dollars, I guess?" She called back to Renee.

Renee nodded before turning back and continuing down the path. She noticed a different man from the one earlier walking in her direction. As he passed, he winked at Renee.

What is wrong with these people? She thought.

Once he reached the door, Renee swore she heard him laugh and ask the woman what she was selling for five dollars.

On the way home, Renee pondered everything she'd just witnessed. She finally came to the conclusion that the shop owner had probably fallen upon hard times, forcing her to rent out rooms in order to make ends meet. That would explain the strange men that passed her.

They obviously weren't there to buy ceramics.

By the looks of the woman's wardrobe, Renee also concluded that she must be waitressing at one of the local bars to supplement her income.

I'm certain that she doesn't charge enough for the ceramics. Five dollars is ridiculously low.

-T—

The week passed quickly as the little family prepared for Thanksgiving. This year the Swan's had invited Chief Stenger and his family for dinner. The Chief was due to retire in a few years, and had made no secret of his intention to have Charlie appointed as his replacement when the time came.

Needless to say, Renee wanted everything to be perfect.

The following Sunday, as she was on her way back to Port Angeles, she could have kicked herself for never writing down the shop keeper's name or even her phone number. She sincerely hoped that the little turkey was finished because she didn't need one more thing to stress about.

This time she was able to find a parking space directly in front of the house. It was later in the day than when she arrived last Sunday, and the street lamps had already come on.

She knocked on the door and waited a full five minutes before anyone arrived to open it. When it finally opened, the same woman from last Sunday stood before her. Renee tried not to dwell on the fact that she was clothed in only a short silk robe and stilettos.

"Oh hi" The woman said quietly.

"Hi" Renee answered. "By the way, my name is Renee. Renee Swan." She said with a smile as she reached to shake the shop-keeper's hand.

"Hi Renee" The woman answered. "I'm Audrey" She said as she timidly took the offered hand. Her eyes brightened as if she'd suddenly remembered something. "I've got your bird." She announced "I'll be right back" She said with a smile.

Approximately one minute later, Audrey returned with the finished bird.

Renee smiled brightly. "Oh Audrey, you did a wonderful job on this." She said truthfully. "Have you ever taken any art classes?"

Audrey looked down. "I have an art degree from Pacific University."

Renee gasped. "I take it you made those pieces." She said as she gestured toward the showcase.

Audrey nodded.

"Oh my dear, you are so talented." Renee smiled. "I owe you so much more than five dollars for all your hard work. I want to at least give you ten." Renee insisted as she shoved the money into Audrey's hand.

Audrey smiled. "Thank you Renee."

"I wish it could be more." Renee said as she patted Audrey's hand. "My little girl is going to love this." Renee said happily as she turned to leave.

Audrey smiled again.

A little girl.

She had a little girl once.

"What's her name?" Audrey called after Renee.

Renee turned. "It's Isabella, but we call her Bella" She said with a doting smile. "This is hers" Renee said as she held up the little bird. "Thank you again."

"You're very welcome, have a wonderful holiday Renee."

"You too Audrey." Renee said with a warm smile before turning back toward her car.

-T-

Bella loved the bird. At Thanksgiving dinner she made sure to show everyone the bird that her Mommy had painted.

Someday I'll tell her the truth. Renee thought.

All the adults made sure to ooh and ah over it, to the little girl's delight.

Once Bella had gone to the basement to play a game of Chutes and Ladders with her brother, Charlie turned to Renee. "Who did you get to paint it Renee? It almost looks like the work of a professional."

Renee smiled widely. "I found a little ceramic shop that some woman runs out of her home in Port Angeles."

Renee then went on to explain in detail about her strange experience at the ceramic shop. Halfway through the story, she noticed her husband sharing a pointed look with the Chief before the two of them started to chuckle.

When the story was finished, she turned to Charlie. "What was that about?" She asked.

"What?" Charlie tried his best to hide his amusement at his wife's naivety.

"That look you and the Chief just gave each other." Then she noticed that even the Chief's wife was trying to hide an amused smile.

Charlie cleared his throat. "Well honey, didn't you wonder about the woman's clothing?"

"Yes, but I told you what I thought. She's probably waitressing." Renee answered.

Charlie smiled again. "Renee honey, the skimpy clothing, the strange male visitors, the fact that there was no contact information on the sign, or hours of operation for that matter. Didn't you suspect for even a moment that the shop was a front for another kind of business?"

"Well no, not really." Renee said before she grew silent.

What other kind of business could she be running? Renee thought.

Then Renee gasped. "No"

Charlie raised his eyebrows and lost his amused smile. "I think so."

"Oh my God." Renee said, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to sit down. "Charlie, are you telling me that I just gave our little girl a turkey painted by a hooker?"

"I'm afraid so." Charlie soothed.

Renee leaned her face on her hand. "I'm a terrible mother." She muttered.

"No you're not." Charlie said. "You're a great mother. Look at all the trouble you went to in order to make Bella happy. Our kids are lucky to have such a wonderful mother."

As soon as Emmett was old enough to understand the meaning, the little ceramic turkey became known as the 'Hooker Turkey'. Renee never saw Audrey again, but often wondered what became of her.

-T-

*May 2003, Forks Washington

Audrey stood a good distance from the gravesite as she watched the little family, along with most of the population of the town of Forks, say goodbye to the woman who had come to mean so much to her.

She thought back to that Sunday afternoon years ago when she found Renee Swan standing on her front porch, ceramic turkey in hand. She'd returned the next Sunday to collect the bird, and Audrey never saw her again after that.

Audrey hadn't given much thought to the incident until a few days before Christmas when a letter arrived in the mail. She looked down now at the worn note she received that day and read it again:

My dear Audrey,

I have been accused often of being flighty. The fact that I never thought to ask your last name is proof, unfortunately, that there is some merit to that accusation.

You have been on my mind these last few weeks, and I find it difficult to face Christmas this year without at least expressing my concern over your situation. Audrey please don't think that I am judging or condemning you in any way. I am a strong believer in the phrase 'There but for the grace of God, go I'.

When I saw those beautiful pieces of art displayed in your window, I knew they had to have come from someone with a beautiful soul. I don't know what hardships or tragedies you have had to endure for your life to become what it is today, but I assure you that it's never too late to decide you want something better.

Through the help of my parish priest, I've enclosed the names and phone numbers of some people and organizations who will be more than willing to help you. Please consider contacting one of them Audrey, you have so much to offer this world. God gave you that wonderful gift for a reason.

I hope and pray that the next year will be one of positive change for you. You will be in my prayers.

Renee Swan
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Little did Renee Swan know that tragedy was precisely what had caused Audrey's life to spiral downward. As a teen, she'd been silly enough to believe that feelings she and her first boyfriend shared for each other would last forever. The day that Audrey announced to him that he would be a father in a few short months she learned the ugly truth. The boyfriend soon found other, less complicated, distractions.

Some family members and even friends had tried to convince her to dispose of her 'mistake', but somehow she couldn't bring herself to end the life she'd already come to love. Instead, she gave birth to a beautiful little girl who was destined to be raised by others. In her mind, they were more deserving than she.

She worked hard to finish school, and then went on to college receiving her art degree, and meeting the man who would become the love of her life. She got a job as an art teacher in a local high school, and she and Peter were married soon after. Upon the arrival of their baby boy, her life was as close to perfect as she could have ever imagined.

That ended on a rainy day three years later when her husband and young son were taken from her life at the hands of a drunk driver. The day her husband and child were buried in the cold earth, Audrey left her home and everything that reminded her of them behind.

Everything except her art.

Her life became a story that has been told a thousand times over. She wandered from place to place, job to job, taking solace in alcohol and drugs when she needed to forget. When someone offered her money for sex the first time, she was too wasted to give it a second thought. Eventually prostituting herself became an easy way to pay the bills. Emotionally, nobody could take anything from her because she had nothing left to give.

She eventually gave up the drugs, but continued to use alcohol as a crutch, a way to forget about the past and to forget about how she was earning her living. In each new town, the 'Ceramic Shop' sign went in the front yard as a cover for Audrey's real occupation.

The day Renee Swan showed up on her front porch was the first time in years that someone had wanted something from Audrey that didn't involve selling her body.

Audrey glanced at the note in her hand again.

Somehow the good opinion of the woman with the little girl named Bella had become something Audrey desperately craved. Even though Renee Swan would never know that her simple note had spurred Audrey into action, the day she read it, she made the decision to change her life for good, and that's exactly what she did.

With the assistance of one of the contacts on Renee's list, for the second time, Audrey packed up and left her old life behind. She returned to school, eventually earning the credits to become an art therapist. She now spent her days helping others who have been damaged, psychologically or physically, to heal.

One of the friends she'd made in her new life encouraged her to seek out the daughter she'd given up all those years ago. Imagine her surprise when just a few weeks after she'd submitted the paperwork to find her child, she received a phone call from her daughter. It seemed that she'd been searching for Audrey since the day she'd turned eighteen.

Her adoptive parents were wonderful, but she'd always wanted to meet her birth mother. The day they met in person, Audrey cried the first tears of happiness that she'd cried since the birth of her son. She was blessed beyond measure. Not only did she gain a daughter that day, but a son-in-law and also a young grandson.

God had been merciful.

Her thoughts were suddenly brought back to the present as she watched the Swan family say goodbye. The story of Renee's murder had been a national one. When she first heard it, Audrey had searched frantically for every detail until she was convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was the Renee Swan whom she'd met over ten years before. When she read the obituary which included the name of her young daughter Isabella, Bella, and the news accounts which alluded to the fact that Bella had witnessed her mother's murder and become a victim of assault herself, Audrey wept for hours.

She studied the family now as they approached the casket. She assumed the large well-built young man to be Renee's son. As he stood there, a tall blonde woman stood by his side. He faltered, and Audrey watched as the young woman's arms looped around his waist trying to support his weight when his legs could not. Next there was a man who looked to be in his forties. This had to be Renee's ex-husband. His stoic expression belied the fact that, from time to time he felt the need to wipe his eyes with a handkerchief. The man held in his arms a young girl, her leg in a cast. Bella. Her expressionless face was ashen, the only color seeming to come from the bruises that had begun to heal. Bella looked in Audrey's direction with unseeing eyes. She had the thousand-yard stare which Audrey had seen in the mirror daily after the death of her own husband and son.

She prayed that somehow this family would heal, especially young Isabella. Maybe Renee, as she watched from heaven would ask God to send Bella the help she needed to become the person she was meant to be before a heartless murderer had torn her world in two.

Maybe her own mother had sent Renee to her all those years ago.

The service was over, and Audrey watched as the little family lingered by the grave as the crowd dispersed. They held on to each other, every one of them keeping a hand on Isabella as they said their private goodbyes to Renee before turning to leave.

After everyone was gone, Audrey approached the casket and laid her hand on it as she said what was in her heart.

"I'm sorry I never contacted you to tell you in person how much your thoughtfulness meant to me. It changed my life, but by now you know that." She said with a small smile. "The only way I can think of to honor your memory is to continue to 'pay it forward'. That's what I intend to do Renee, every day for the rest of my life. Goodbye my friend."

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Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven
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A/N Thanks for reading. This was something I needed to get out of my system. My reasons are simple: I wanted everyone to know Renee a little better. Her memory is a large part of Bella's life after all. We also got a glimpse of the family on the day of the funeral.

I am a strong believer in 'paying it forward'. When you are the recipient of a kindness, you don't always have to pay that person back, but you should pay someone….maybe someone who needs it more.

The turkey painted by a hooker is actually taken from a true incident…which is funny. If you're interested, I'll give the details on facebook.

As always, let me know what you think….