Chapter Four

RPOV

"Sorry for stepping out!" I said, when I had seen the cruel look on Tessa's face. Perhaps, maybe, just maybe, I could trick her into being mad at me so she wouldn't pester me anymore. No- I didn't need that. She didn't need that. No enemies. Just face the truth, girl.

Tessa glared at me. "That was too damn rude, and you know it!" She screamed into my face. I didn't flinch. Not many things scare you once you face Edward's anger. He was really moody, and learning to cope with that was like attempting to tame an angry tiger. More easily said than done.

I sighed. This wasn't the time to think about my father. It was time to deal with the truth- the real, mortal, truth. This wasn't wonderland. This was planet earth. The only difference at this point between Tessa and I was that one of us was immortal, and the other one wasn't.

"Look, I had to discuss things with Carlisle." I said, finally.

"Well, why couldn't you have just taken me with you, instead of leaving me here all alone? I felt like an idiot, having made my first friend here run away. It won't be long until we all die and never see eachother. You only live once. So don't make a big thing out of this, tell me, and move on. I just moved away from Hell and you want me to come back to it?"

Tessa obviously had a temper issue.

"I didn't leave you alone. I said I had to go. This is your house, anyway. Look- what about 'I can't tell you, okay?' Don't you understand?

Tessa looked at me knowingly, and took a minute to recollect her self. "I think I know why you won't tell me." She said, finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"And why is that?"

"Because you think that it will affect my life." She laughed, unaware of what she was really saying.

My eyes closed. A billion images flashed threw me, like bullets, scarring me for life.

My mother, flinching, from Jane's pain. My father, looking like he might die. Memories of Aro, glaring at me, sending shivers down my spine when I was just 3 months old- yet, physically, I was 4. Jasper, my uncle, not talking to me as soon as I was two- or as soon, at least, when I physically 13. I wasn't put on this earth to hurt Tessa like occasions like that had scarred me. Humans might not have perfect memory, but from Bella's re-tell of when Edward left, I was pretty sure that they didn't forget occasions like this.

"I'm not going to die from a small secret." She finished.

"That's exactly right; you won't." I said, trying to push back the tears that came with those memories. It didn't work.

"Really, its not that hard to tell me your life story. What, did you see your parent's pulse stop, or something? That's hard to take so-" I cut her off by just opening my watery, crystal-like eyes to show her that I was upset.

Her eyes widened as soon she saw mine. "Yes, I killed my mother." I said, finally.

"You… did?" Oh yes I did, just by being alive. I killed her. She was meant to live and I ended it.

"Yes. She died giving birth to me. End of story, okay?" I screamed in her face. She looked so frightened. But she didn't give into it.

"I… oh. But you didn't tell me your secret yet!"

"Just. Shut. Your. Mouth. About. The. Secret!" I yelled at her.

"Fine. I'll… just go brush my hair, then." She said dismissively.

She walked into her bathroom and began to undo a small bag. "Ugh… stupid zipper." I heard her mutter. She then reached into her bag.

"Just so you know, I won't judge you about whatever it is, and I won't even bring you to a mental institution." She said desperately. Oh, some promise.

"Just brush your hair." I replied.

She reached into her bag again, and encountered scissors. She then proceeded to cut open a bag that her brush. I looked away, trying to give her privacy. Suddenly, I heard a scratch, and then a scream. I looked quickly to Tessa.

A warm liquid began to poor outside her vein. It looked so perfect, and smelled better than anything I had ever smelled before. Oddly, though I had hardly felt hungry before, I had never felt more starved then right now in my life. I was the predator and it was the prey. Wait- what was I saying? Then, I jumped out of my stupor. This was not prey- It was Tessa.

Blood. The liquid was blood. And currently, the blood was pouring down her hand like a fountain.

"Ow, oh my gosh, ow, ow, ow! Renesmee, help me!"

That's when I realized that Tessa might not just be killed by the secret- she could be killed by me.