Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. All rights belong to Stephanie Meyer. I also disclaim any unintentional plagiarism. I'd Like to thank my friend Sam who again as usually helps me in my writing. The only thing I do own is the Character Lillianne.

I scoffed with disbelief. What happened to, 'no one would be this far in'? Sure Jacob had never said it was a definite thing, but I had assumed or rather I hoped that we'd be alone out here.

"Jacob said it was just woods out here. There shouldn't be anything else here, let alone anyone living this far in." Lillianne whispered.

"Maybe Jacob didn't know? Or maybe he's never been this far in." I murmured. I glanced at Lillianne before casually tiptoeing towards the home; making sure to keep her close behind me.

"Oh my god…" she murmured.

"You have got to be kidding me," I whispered. A minute or two later I placed a hand against a solid wall and gasped. We weren't seeing things, it was a real large white house. Like one of those fancy houses owned by country clubs. It had to be over a hundred years old despite its timeless look. It was least was three stories tall and gave the appearance of being completely original, from doors to windows. It was either that or everything had been perfectly restored."You know, it's kind of weird for a house like this to be out here. Isn't it?" I mused, glancing at Lillianne again.

She shrugged. "It might be, but maybe the owners are distant people?"

I slowly nodded, "Yeah, or maybe their freaks. What do you bet the basements full of starving mutations?" I grinned, watching as she craned her neck to look at me and frowned.

"That's not funny, Bella." she snapped. "Beside that kind of thing only happens in the movies."

I shrugged this time."Yeah, but so does finding a house in the middle of the woods." I finished. She rolled her eyes and I had to laugh at that. She knew I was only kidding, but I still managed to irritate her. Though with all joking aside, It was still was probably the home of some doctor, maybe even a scientist or something.

'I'm still betting on freaks…'

'You and me both…' I snorted.

After another minute I glanced through one of the front windows. From what I could see, the home was furnished as elegant as it was built, but the lights were out. It didn't matter which window I looked through; there wasn't a single glow spilling out of an unseen room or hallway. It gave me the feeling that the house was vacant, not because of the lack of light, just that no one had been inside it in a long time.

Anyone else would have turned and left, but my stomach chose that moment to growl and pique my curiosity.

'Don't you wonder if there's food inside? Let's go check,' my inner voice purred. Yes, it had literally purred and I inwardly sighed, cursing myself for not taking Charlie's offer of a plate to go.

'If you're my inner voice, shouldn't you come up with a more reasonable suggestion? Like maybe leaving?'

The voice snorted like I was an idiot or something.

'You are an idiot, Bella. You're the one constantly having silent conversations with yourself. And just look at that house, it's probably empty and you're the first ones to come across it. There's bound to be food inside.'

'Yeah, probably what's your point? What if there isn't? Or what if it's been so long it's all rotted?' I shot back.

'My point is you stole backpacks, but you didn't steal food. You may have fed today, but at some point you're going to get hungry again and there isn't anyone around for miles. You don't exactly have time to waste on what ifs. Or have you forgotten that two Blood lusting vampires are going to be on your ass in a matter of days? Worst case scenario is that the house is empty. That alone solves the whole camping out idea, you, me, and Lillianne hate so much-'

'but I-' I tried.

The voice snorted again, 'You and I both know you hate the idea of camping more then anything. The best case scenario is that there is food inside, we can load up on that and be out with in an hour.'

As much I hated to admit it, it was true. We had no food. Food was a good thing. A wonderful thing. I. Love. Food. I'd let myself get insanely fat if it were possible. That's how much I really I love food. But that didn't mean I had to ignore the facts in front of us.

I have to think about this from a different view, a logical view; A) There is food inside. We could take as much as we could carry, and it would defiantly hold us over so there wouldn't be any other problems, like Mike. B) There is food inside, but its all rotten or rats have found it. And I'll be damned if I'm eating another rat. C) It's empty inside, no food, no water, but it gives us a roof over our head. And who am I kidding? I hate camping too. It's cold and damp, but inside a tent it's bound to be hot and sweaty. So really I'm miserably either way.

D) There's clothing. There's bound to be something inside that you or Lillianne can wear.'

'Clothing…' I could give it that. Even as I accepted that fact, I found myself creeping closer towards the front door, keeping Lillianne a fair several steps behind me. If we were going to do this, and I mean if, we were going to do this right and be aware of our surroundings. We didn't need any more unpleasant surprises like earlier.

'Really… what's the harm in seeing if the place is open? if its locked, we'll leave.' whispered the voice.

"Yeah, yeah…" I mumbled.

"Bella?" Lillianne quietly questioned, "Who are talking to?"

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, "Nothing, no one… just talking to myself. You know making decisions." I mumbled, giving her a wary smile.

"We're going to break in aren't we?" she asked. I knew she disapproved of the thought, it was very clear in her expression, but she was going to have to deal with it. It wasn't the first time we'd broken into a home, and it would'nt be the last.

"We don't have time to argue about this. Go look through the window over there, tell me what you see." I told her. She gave no further argument and obeyed. I continued to the opposite side of the home, so I could look inside to where she couldn't. It was dark inside; —it wasn't, I can't see my own hand in front of my face dark—, but more like; —someone obviously lives here, they're just not home at the moment—, kind of dark. Either way I felt a little more reassured as I crouched back near the entryway.

Lillianne snuck a glance in her window and gave me the okay to try the door.

I swallowed thickly as my hand grasped the door handle. 'Oh god, what if it's locked? What if it's a trap? James could be inside, waiting for us right now. They'd have no problem with the dark.–' I shook my head quickly and let out the breath I had apparently been holding.

The last part I could rule out, it hadn't been a week since our last Phoenix encounter, that was the rule. Then again, James had once caught me an hour after the game reset. He even admitted to have been closely tracking the both of us that entire week, but he never did it again. Apparently that had made the game too tiresome for him, but still, it was his word and when did that ever do us any good?

I was making myself frantic just thinking about the possibilities.

I couldn't afforded to think like this now, not when we're already so far. I shook my head, took a deep breath and then turned the knob.

Kerlack!

I couldn't believe how easily the door opened. The hinges barely made a sound as the it swung back, it had been nearly silent except for the loud catch releasing. Whoever lived here must have never considered that anyone would ever find their house. But to be honest, it was pretty far into the forest. but just having a house this far made them suspicious. Were we going to be dealing with some sort of outcasts?

"Here we go," I whispered quietly; more to myself then to Lillianne. I wasn't going to let breaking and entering into a private house bother me right now, this was for our survival. I threw my guilt out the window and pulled Lillianne to my side before we entered together.

The inside was as beautiful as it had been outside. It was still pretty dark all the same, but it was very open. I guess spacious would be the better terms. The front walls seemed to vary from several shades of white, where as the walls in the back had been entirely made of glass; beyond the shade of the cedars, was an lawn that stretched bare to the wide river outside. The Scenery was amazing. Whom ever had designed the place had known what they were doing; the walls, the high-beamed ceiling, the wooden floors; everything was beautiful, but scenery was more of Lillianne's thing. When I'd turn to see if she was alright, she had already settled onto one of the plush sofas. She stretched out the entire length, and went limp.

"Oh my god. When was the last time we laid on a couch?" She purred. Yes she purred. And I'll be dammed if anyone has a bad thing to say about it because it was so adorable. Plus I had to smile at her. It had been weeks—no months since I'd seen her relax so comfortably. "I might have myself a nap."

I rolled my eyes. "Now, is that any way to behave in someone else's home?" I teased.

"That depends. What are YOU going to do that worst then a nap?" she asked. Sitting up she tilted her head to the side.

"You don't want to know the answer to that," I told her. She frowned. "It has to be done. Why don't you sleep a while. I'll do it." I set our tent down beside her as she yawned. All joking aside, she deserved some relaxation. And I didn't mean the sitting a catching your breath kind of relaxation; I mean the whole sleep for hours, days kind of relaxation. Actually, the idea sounded fantastic. I would have joined her if I hadn't learned from experience that its better to steal first and relax later. The owner could return at any time, and I we'd have to get the hell out with what had, or we'd be screwed until; A) James and Victoria found us, or B) we got lucky enough to break into another home.

In any case, I would have to relax later. First things first and that's always food.

The kitchen was actually pretty easy to find. From across the room we were in, there was a staircase on the other side of the house. No doubt bedrooms were up there, so there was nothing editable in that general direction. So I'd found the Kitchen in a matter of seconds. It was close to the front room; something I liked because it kept me within walking distance to Lillianne in case there was in issue.

The kitchen itself was immaculately clean and designed like the ones you saw on reality TV. The floor was tiled like a chessboard with marble tiles that had been cut perfectly to fit against the wood of the cupboards and bigger utilities. The counter tops of the entire kitchen were done in granite polished to a white shine, fitted to hide all seams and edges as if it were all one continuous piece. Near the middle of the counters there was a stove fitted snuggly into place with 6 electric burners on top with its own hood and fan to vent smoke and an array of shining metal cookware hanging just to the left of it. Just a bit to the right a stainless steel sink had been installed with all of the extra features like a spray nozzle and faucet filter for clean tap water; and behind the sink a full-sized open able window with plain cream curtains. To the far right a line of appliances stood ready: blenders, vegetable choppers, coffee machine, everything that would make cooking more convenient. While at the far right a dishwasher was built into the counter.

'Shit…' my inner voice whistled.

After a minute of admiration I snapped out of my state of bewilderment and headed straight for one of the cupboards. I swear to god I must of finally died; because no words could express the beauty of it all. There was so much food, packed food; bread, crackers, cereals, can goods, unopened packages of beverages; just about everything you could imagine.

I laughed.

I actually laughed. For once, things actually looked up for us. I could of fucking cried a god damn river. I almost did before I composed myself, and peered out before calling to my sister.

"Lilli, put what ever food you can carry in your backpack, only take easy to open stuff. We'll leave soon okay?" I'd told her. She sat up, shot me a judgmental look, but nodded. She was always such a good girl. I knew she hated the whole stealing thing. Who could blame her? I hated it too, but what else could we do? When she joined me the kitchen, I squeezed her hand and kissed cheek,"Good girl." I whispered, feeling her nod slowly. Regardless of how either of us felt– I shook my head, deciding to push those thoughts out. We would only be here for a few minutes longer anyways, depending on how fast I could get my job done.

I took the second backpack and ventured up the I'd spotted on the way in. I moved slowly, just incase someone was home and hadn't heard us come in. If the bedrooms were up here, then there was bound to be some clothing. God knew we needed new clothes. That was just another shit thing about this whole game, if we wanted clothing, then we had to steal it. Unfortunately, after a week of torture and running it's hard to be discreet about your appearance. James liked that though. He like the scent of stained blood and sweat. Victoria on the other hand didn't, and I have to admit on one or two occasions, when I'd come too after the first or second night of torment, I'd woken to being fully clothed in something new. Usually when James was gone. Any other occasion, we had to steal any clothing, and unfortunately the last pair had been to small.

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed, before I noticed the wall west of the stairs. Whoever decorated this place seemed to have a strange sense of humor, because on the way upstairs as a décor item was an art piece—at least I think I was. I don't know I'm not an artist—, filled with Graduation caps.

"I don't know if it's funny, creative, or creepy…" I muttered. I grinned though. What kind of nightmare would it have to be to attend that many graduations? Not that I wouldn't know. I graduated at least, what, 4 times already?

I continued with a shake of my head.

The first room I had come across was a fairly large one. It faced south—or I think it did. I was never good with direction either—, but that direction had a wall sized window. I couldn't help it as I entered and looked out the window. I was met with the view a river. And just across from it was the forest, which stretched out as far as I could see. Just how far in was this place? The Mountains were closer then I thought possible.

"What are the people here freaks or something?" I murmured. I moved away from the window and looked around the room; I noticed that one of the walls been completely shelved with music, It was like walking into a music store. I was actually impressed, most of it was classical, old records, the good music. There wasn't a bad selections of CD's either, which I figured sounded beautiful on the expensive sound system on the other side of the room. We'd probably get a good deal if we sold it. Not that we were was going to. Lillianne would never speak to me again if we went that far. I won't say the thought didn't occur to me though.

I spent the next couple of minutes rummaging around. It was actually a very nice room; the floor was covered with a thick golden carpet and the walls were hung with heavy fabric. There was even a large plush sofa and a comfy looking be-

I blinked. There was no bed. That was unusual. There was closet, and even a couple of dressers, but no bed?

'It's just a music room then.' said my inner voice.

'I guess, but that doesn't really explain the closet, or the dressers.' I replied back.

'Does it really matter? Grab the clothes, and let's get the hell out of here.'

'I know, okay?' I answered. Again with the silent arguments. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. After another minute of searching the room; where I'd found some shirts that seemed to fit pretty well, there really wasn't anything else that was of any use to me here. So after one final look around; I packed the shirts into my backpack and headed out for the next room.

The second room was just down the hallway and wasn't as big as the first, but it was more defined. The walls were decorated in dark and golden shades, along with the carpet. There was a sofa, just as there had been in the first room, and like the first there wasn't a bed. The east wall; again, I'm not good with direction, but I'm pretty sure it was east, was filled with all sorts of magazines, and a dresser. The top of which had several mirrors and make up kits.

The other side had a bookshelves, but instead of books it was fill with CDs and an expensive, yet classic looking sound system. I felt like I was in a simpler time standing in this room. Simpler yet odd.

I'd gone through the same motions I did the first; rummaged through the dresses where I found some stylish pants, skirts and other unmentionables, before I'd checked out the closet where I was utterly disappointed.

There was no way we could take anything from in here. Why? Because the clothing was way too beautiful to be traveling in, but I did manage some tops I thought Lillianne would like. Nothing in her exact size, but it at least it would fit.

I'd finished pretty quickly and moved on.

I'd stumbled on to a bathroom next, which I was secretly thankful for and used before I went through the medicine cabinet.

There'd been some pain killers, bandages and even a stitch kit. Stuff I knew we'd needed. I couldn't even count the times where we could have used fresh bandages. Not that I was worried about myself, it was more for Lillianne's sake. I read down a line of Antibiotics brands, read the labels and usage of each one, before I stashed them into my backpack.

"Could have used this a long time ago…" I murmured, looking at a cream for infections.

Suddenly, I could hear James's mocking laughter and I felt the tears sting the back of my eyes. I closed them and my vision blurred behind a memory…

I was lying in a hospital bed, well I guess I was strapped into one. My breathing was ragged and my body was throbbing. The pain was so unbearable. The lights above me flickered, the voices around me were loud and I was screaming. It wasn't because of the pain, I was screaming for Lillianne.

We were separated.

I vaguely remember how we got to the hospital, time was disoriented; one minute I remembered being in a room I didn't recognized, only that James was there, of course he was he was always there. Victoria, however, was no where in sight. But what had been worse was the fact that Lillianne wasn't anywhere to be seen either.

I remembered looking over to James and he smiled at me, calling to me, saying 'poor Lillianne, she doesn't look very well.' And then the next minute, the light above me was flickering. When I tried to sit up I couldn't, because I was tied down.

"L-lillianne?" I called, my voice was hoarse and weak, my heart gripping with panic.

"Please doctor, I want the truth about my daughters well being, what could have possible done this to her?" I heard a females voice. Daughter? Was it possible that Renée was here?

"Yes, I know. But her x-rays show…" a male began, "I just don't understand, the nature of these injuries are unusual. it's a miracle shes alive. I'm afraid we may not be able to save your other daughter."

'Other daughter? Get up Bella. Get up now.' That was the actually the beginning of my inner voice.

"Doctor please, tell me theirs something you can do. They're both so young." the woman… Renée pleaded.

"Ma'am... I don't think you realize the severity of an infection of this… magnitude. The infection has spread and she's lost far too much blood. We're administrating blood transfusions, but her body's rejecting them at an alarming rate." the doctor said wryly. I struggled against my restraints, the motion made me cry out in pain, but I pushed the feeling aside.

"N-no you don't understand. I need them both to be alright! I have to make up… I've never been… She can't die! I need them both!" The woman shouted, I heard a sob and my heart lurched.

'Lillianne's going to die?'

"Lillianne?" I called loudly, swallowing past the lump in my throat. She was not going to die. I would make sure of that. "Lillianne? Are you there?" I called. I began to pull at my restraints and I groaned.

'No, no, no! It hurts, so much pain.'

Why the hell were these restraints so fucking tight? The leather straps strained against my efforts, the struggling made the pain worst and I ended heaving a heavy sob before collapsing on the bed. And then I did the only thing I could think of… I screamed.

I screamed and screamed. Until I couldn't anymore. I struggled against my restraints until I drew blood and struggled even more.

I heard a door open and then foot steps. "Somebody sedate her!" Someone yell beside my bed. "Miss swan, I need you to relax you're in terrible condition."

"No!" I screamed, "I need to see my sister! Let me go please!" I arced my back, crying out past the pain.

"You'll reopen your wounds! Get me more people in here!"

"Bella?" through the commotion I could hear my mother's voice. I knew it was her's. It wasn't that she wasn't the best of mothers out there, but I knew her voice.

"Mommy please! Help her!" I screamed, I don't know why I called her that. Maybe it was the fear of losing Lillianne the panic of being without the one person I loved the most.

"Where the hell is that sedative!" one of the men bellowed, pushing the nurse aside where she stumbled against the wall. When he leaned down to restrain me I lurched forward, my forehead smashing against his face as I did. There was spray of blood before he fell to the ground.

The nurse quickly rebounded to my side again. I felt hands grab at my legs, my waist, my arms. It was like I could hear footsteps approaching, and at that moment the man returned to my side, his now crooked and bloody.

"Calm down sweetheart,"she soothed. She was gentle as she held my face between her hands,"it's okay Isabella. It's okay now You're safe i promise." she said to me. She was pretty woman, beautiful green eyes, soft lipstick pink lips, long eyelashes, her skin was a fairly dark mocha I just wanted to taste. I couldn't believe I had the audacity to actually blush, and watch her return the gesture. I continued to twist away from her though, but her scent, a scent like sunflower seeds enveloped me. I was hungry. I was so hungry.

And then something snapped. One of my hands had broken free, and before the nurse or anyone else could react, I lunged forward and pulled the unsuspecting woman towards me, pressing my lips to hers. Her mouth parted, and an warmth filled my body as I kept her firmly close to me. Not that she had any choice, she was paralyzed with fear, and I was too hungry to care, let alone stop myself.

I felt her struggle, I heard another snap, followed by a third, and then a fourth. I felt myself slowly rising, and a second hand came to rest on her shoulder. It was so good, she was good. It had been weeks since my last meal, and I trembled with satisfaction…

Somebody whimpered; before I realized that it was me. I looked into the mirror to find the tears spilling down my cheeks. I sniffed, slamming my hand onto the counter and swore. Why did I have to think about that now? What was wrong with me?

'Quite a bit in fact.' the voice said. I snorted. I took a moment to splash my face with cool water and recollect myself before I move on, my mind still lingered on memories though.

The next room was even better, and even bigger then the first two. It was painted with a mixture of spring colors. The walls on my right were accented with paintings and photos, which I couldn't help but gaze at. Many of them were single photos of a young girl, a very beautiful young girl who apparently; due to one of the frames having a heading; was named Alice.

'Alice, pretty name.' the voice purred. I nodded, if only to myself. To be honest I always liked the name Alice. It made me think of someone happy. A bright person falling down rabbit holes, embarking on strange adventures with creepy cats, smoking caterpillars and a man in a hat.

This Alice, I wondered what she was like. She didn't look any older then 21. I smiled when a second photo of her caught my attention. It must have been taken in the winter, from the way she was bundled up in winter wear. She wasn't alone in this photo though, she was she was with a huge tower; and this tower had arms and legs. Of course he wasn't a real tower, but compared to Alice in the picture he might well have been. He was big, or I guess burly would be the right phrasing. He was muscled like a serious weight lifter and his hair was dark and curly. Very Handsome though. I wondered if this was her boyfriend or something.

I frowned,"she's too cute for him..." I murmured, before I walked a full circle around the room. I noticed that the wall on the left was shelved with books, and art supplies. Beside that was CD case, filled from top to bottom, but on top of that was a flute along with a violin.

"A musician?" I wondered lightly. Alice. Sounds like an Musicians name, an artist too if you stopped to look at the paintings. Beautiful paintings really. Wonder how much we could get if we sold a painting or two. Not that we would. It just a thought. The thing I noticed though, was that unlike the first two rooms this one not only had a sofa; which looked fairly new; there was a bed. Idly I glanced over at it, curious as to why this room was so special to have one when the first two didn't. I guess it didn't really matter. I wouldn't have time to figure it out anyway. It was inviting though, it really was. It was probably big enough to hold three people. I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept in one, at least for an entire night. It was probably soft, warm, and defiantly comfortable.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore; I plopped down on top of it and I moaned. It was like laying on a cloud, or at least what I had hope and relatively thought a cloud would felt like. I laid silent for a moment, breathing in and then out as I soaked in the floral, honey-sweet scent of the sheets around me. It was familiar. The smell of honey reminded me of the perfumes Alison wore. And the thought of her, made my heartache. I rolled over so that I was looking up at the ceiling, and sighed quietly to myself.

"I don't know what to do anymore." I murmured.

'do you want to talk about it, bella?' Asked inner voice me.

"Sure, it's not like I have anything better to do then talk to myself."

'You make it sound like waiting out a storm…'

"Yeah well… what's the difference. What am I going to do? We've been at this for months. I don't know how much more Lillianne can take.

'What about us?'

"I couldn't give a rats ass what happened to us. James can have me, if it means Lillianne was out of his clutches. If it meant she would never have to go another day having to listen his mocking laughter, then damn it I'll marry the fucker." I growled, letting my eyes wander around the room as I pondered that thought. There wasn't anything to debate about it when it came to that. I would give myself to James willing if it meant she would be safe. If It meant she would never again– I shook my head. I any case, if something like that ever came up, there wasn't a doubt I'd give myself willing.

I frowned with that depressing thought in mind, and closed my eyes. I didn't want to think about that right now. The only thing I wanted to think about was how comfortable I felt.

'Now's not the time for comfort.'

"Yeah I know," I mumbled before I reluctantly rolled back to my feet, and I moved toward the closet. Alice looks small, but maybe there was something inside her closet that we could make fit.

I could hope right?

Just as I reached the closet, I heard Lillianne scream from where I'd left her in the kitchen. It had been a familiar and frightened scream. In a panic I sprinted from the room and down the stairs. I'd been lucky to have made it down the steps in one piece, though not so lucky when I'd clumsily stumbled over the rug as I'd continued into the Kitchen. I slipped and fell face first into the tiled floor with loud a thud. I tried my best to ignore the pain as I'd landed on the arm James had broke less then a week ago and stood.

That's when a sweet scent filled my nose. I felt my body tense as I'd turned and came face to face with a woman. An exceptionally and astonishingly beautiful woman. She could have been a supermodel! Oh god, we'd stumbled into the home of a super model, and not just any kind. The kind you found on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit magazines, the kind that made every girl around her a jealous just by being in the same room as her, but were still a little obsessed with being like her. She was the kind of woman you would see in those magazines your little brother tries to hide under his mattress. She was gorgeous, tall and statuesque, with an elegant figure. It was no doubt it was her room I was in when I'd found all those beautiful clothing. Who else could wear them? Her hair was beautiful, long and wavy, blond. It must have reached halfway down to the middle of her back. Then there were her long, slender and gorgeous legs, I must be a leg person, I loved long legs, Sheridan, Alison and Shianne have long legs too. The three of them aren't as pale as this wom-"

I gasped.

'Pale skin?'

I blinked.

'pale skin and astonishingly beautiful?'

I gasped again. My eyes widened and I took a step backwards.

'There are more of theses monsters here?!' I must of said it out loud because she snarled. Her eyes narrowed into a glare and locked onto my backpack, which I no doubt stuffed clumsily with clothing and then she growled.

It had been the most inhumane sound I had ever heard.

"Oh my god!" Lillianne tremble behind me. "She's going to kill us. James is here." she whimpered. I swallowed, taking another step back.

"Bitch…" she growled.

"Rosalie?" I heard the door open, and all I could think about was how the calm the other voice had sounded, until another woman entered the kitchen. She was as a beautiful as the first. She'd had long, wavy caramel colored hair and a heart shaped face. She smiled, not the; 'I'm going to hack you to pieces because I'm an mentally ill bitch kind' of smile, but a motherly vibe type of smile. She'd even had dimples. And then she said, "Are you alright sweetheart?"

I couldn't believe it, a vampire was asking me if I was alright? It was a joke. Some sick twisted joke.

"What do you mean are they alright Esme!? They're robbing us!" The blond screeched. For someone who had such a alluring voice it easily sounded like nails on a chalk board. "You bitch, what did you take out of my room?!" she took several steps forward, with a demeanor much like a boxers and it had been Lillianne's frightened squeak that brought me back to the reality of the situation. I'd grabbed her by hand and attempted to run back the way we'd entered, but I some how managed to cross my legs and tripped. Worst I pushed Lillianne down with me. I'd fallen right on top of her. Her head the ground with a loud sickening crack.

To my horror she'd just laid there.

"Lilli…?" I spoke so softly I wasn't sure I really said it. "Oh god, please," carefully I cradled her head, and as I pressed a hand to the back of it I felt something wet. I paled. "No. no, no, no." I murmured, panicked. Shit. Blood plus two vampires in a single room was not good.

The second vampire leaned over to the first and mumbled something, I couldn't hear, but I could see her lips moving. What ever she'd said the blonde tried arguing with but eventually, with one final glare at me, she blurred out of the room. I could only assume who it was she going to get.

James. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have thought that vampires only existed in phoenix? Cloudy skies, cold weather, Forks was the perfect place for them. James and Victoria knew we were here. They said that their had been others, this must have been what they meant. It was over. They'd caught us again. I rubbed Lillianne's cheek with my thumb before I leaned in and kissed her softly. Then I pulled into me and curled my arms around her, protectively. I'd done this before, when Victoria had broken her past her limit. Of course it never really worked, but I still tried.

"Stay back!" I shouted, hoping that the fear didn't show in voice."Stay the fuck away from us!" The woman seemed surprised. She was staring at me before she looked at Lillianne and I pulled her closer. "She's not a fucking meal!"

"Dear, let me help you." she said, not unkindly, but urgently. She reached over into a drawer and retrieved a towel.

"Help?! You think we want your help? Don't make me laugh! I know what you are! Did you get head start? Are James and Victoria here!" I could feel the tears sting the back of my eyes. She seemed surprised, confused, and if I had to be honest she looked like she was generally cared. Just then Lillianne let out faint murmur, and I'd felt myself let out a relieved sob. I rubbed cheek and I kissed her again. "I won't run anymore, you can take me back to James and Victoria. Just please don't kill her. Please don't do this to her anymore." I pleaded. This…. Woman she looked like she was more reasonable. Maybe, just maybe I could reach out to her. maybe she would take pity on me.

"Sweetheart, no one is going to hurt you, I promise."

I couldn't help but yell, though it came out more as a laugh. "Don't lie to me! I know what you are! Enough playing games! I am tired of being toyed with and I won't let you harm her anymore! I know what you are, I know what you are! The pale skin, Inhumanly beautiful. I know what you are right down to your poisoned filled fangs and red ey-"

I gasped cutting myself short when she was suddenly kneeling in front of me. She pressed the towel under Lilliannes head and held my gaze at the same time. When I'd saw her, I'm pretty sure my mouth dropped. Her eyes were golden. Not red, but golden.

"Golden eyes?" I panted. I felt dizzy."Your eyes, aren't red…" I whispered. She smiled just slightly.

"My eyes aren't red," she repeated. "And you're in no danger here. My husband can help you and your sister. Bella…" she whispered.

"How… do you know my name…" I mumbled. She said something else, but it was disoriented, because the world around me faded and dissolved.

End of this chapter! It's not long I know and I apologize but with writers block it was actually difficult to write this as long as I wanted and it's been so long since I posted anything. I thought why not? Shame on all of you who may have thought I wasn't going to continue! Haha, as if I dared.

Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed this chapter, I apologize for the wait and please excuse any errors I know I probably made. (I was somewhat without a beta on part of it. Not her fault everyone is terribly busy)

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Posted: 6/11/2014