A/N: Hey there!

My new years resolution is to get my stories here on fanfiction finished. When 2014 ends I want to be able to say: "I did a good job with my writing this year and I no longer have 5-6 stories to concentrate on." I want to have one or two, because I realise now that that is my limit.

Anyway, enjoy. :)

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I looked to the werewolves as I got up, they looked at me with worried eyes.

"I'm fine, seriously. I knew this were going to happen, I was willing to risk it. Edward can't decide who she can or cannot see, besides, it's not like you're dangerous. I may not know you that well but if you don't want to turn, you don't have to. One full moon I was out really late, I was going to trap myself in a tunnel system and my transformation started while I was going there. I managed to keep my sanity till I got there and if I can do that, you should be able to keep yourselves from shifting," with that said I walked over to my car and drove home.

When I got there the tension was very much present.

"You're home," Esme said with love in her voice.

"Yes, well, I wouldn't have been if it wasn't for the Quileute's," I stated sourly.

"What do you mean?" Emmett said questioningly

"I took Bella to the Quileute's, she deserves to see her friend and Edward can't decide this for her. They are capable of more then you think. Anyway, Edward didn't like that and he would have killed me if it wasn't for the wolves who showed up."

"He what?" Emmett said furious.

Some of them looked like they didn't know what they were going to think but Emmett and Rosalie, whom I was closest to only looked angry.

Suddenly Edward walked thought the door so I walked into the living room. Forget being in the same room as him.

"What were you thinking, Edward?" Emmett asked.

"She had no right..." Edward tried.

"Can't you hear yourself? You tried to kill her and now you are trying to justify it," Rosalie said. "Besides, she if anyone should know what it's like to loose control and she knows what shifting is like, something we can't even imagine," she added.

"You deeply underestimate them, Edward," I said and walked back to the room. I couldn't not butt in.

"Jacob would never shift with Bella close by. He is too stubborn for that. I managed to slow my transformation long enough to get into a safe please once so why shouldn't he be able to do that? Besides, if he against all odds shift then the others would be there to stop him, it's not like they'd stand by and watch. And if not them, I would throw myself in between. Not that it would be necessary because he'd never shift. I know what I'm talking about and if it was any real danger I wouldn't have took Bella there," I said and then I walked up to my room, feeling the long looks after me.

The next day I woke up and felt good. Of course, that was before I remembered yesterday.

Solemnly I walked downstairs. Hoping that Edward wasn't there.

That's when I remembered something else. School. I was suppose to be there right now. I started to panic and ran to the kitchen for something to eat.

"Don't worry about school, we called you in sick," Esme said with Carlisle's arms around her.

"Oh, thanks. I guess I could use that," I said, sort of in shock.

I looked at them and how lovey dovey they seemed and decided to leave the, alone. I suppose they could use some alone time.

"Well, I'm heading out for some adventures," I said with a smile.

"See you later, December," Carlisle said and Esme waved.

I got into the car and to my surprise I drove to the other wolves. Why there of all places? I couldn't quite figure that out.

In a short time I ended up at Emily's and Sam's house. She appeared to be alone.

"Hi," she said as she got out to the porch.

"Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you," I said regrettably.

"Of course not, come in," she said.

"I need some company except for my sworn enemy the vampires. They're nice but sometimes it get's tiring," I said honestly.

"Sam told me what happened after you left, I'm sorry," she said and honestly seemed upset. "Anyway, I'm cooking for when the boys come home, do you want to help?" She asked.

"Sure, I suck at cooking though. You'd think I would be good at it since I'm rather old, 41 to be exact but no. Cooking is not my strong suit," I said and chuckled.

"Then it's time you learn," she said and smiled.

I helped her as much as she helped me. I was probably more in the way than actually helping but I did get some experience in the kitchen so that was a plus.

Emily was actually a good teacher, she taught me the basics which was great. I really was bad at this sort of thing. I blamed it on the fact that I had been running my entire life and didn't have time for cooking. It was a bad excuse though. You need to eat. Or you die. Well, not me but I did like food.

In the middle of us cooking and laughing until we almost fell to the floor the guys came in.

"Well, look who's here," Jared said mockingly. "Don't you have anything better to do?" He added.

"Nope, Esme and Carlisle called me in sick after yesterday's events so I can bother you as much as I like," I said and smiled.

"We cooked for you," I said after a moment of silence and turned to the food

"Looks good," Paul said, apparently he's walked in and stood right behind me. He was much taller then me so he could pretty much see above my head.

"Don't say anything until you taste it. Emily might be good at cooking but now I've been here to unintentionally destroy everything," I said and they laughed.

"You can't be that bad," Seth said encouraging.

"Yes. I can and the worst part about it is that I don't have an excuse. I am 41 years old, I've had plenty of time to learn in my various apartments and abandoned houses over the years," I said honestly. Obviously it came as a shock that I was 41, I think they saw me as young. It's all relative I suppose.

"You're 41? In that case you are as old as my mother," Seth said shocked.

Anyone else might have been offended but I just laughed.

"Yeah, maybe if I would have lived a different life I could be friends with her. But the truth is sometimes I feel like I have lived for a century. I mean, my life quality has been shit. Before I was turned I lived in a family with pretty low morality. When I was turned, I was hunted. You'd think that the wolf was the hunter but no. I've never felt loved at all in all my years. Until now. And even now, the people I call friends want to kill me. Maybe I'm just meant to die..." I trailed off. I realized that everyone was staring at me sadly.

"Don't listen to me! I'm just a bitter, old hag," I laughed.

"We respect the Cullen's because the don't feed on humans but what Edward did was going to far," Sam said.

"I know but please keep in mind that he did it only because he loves Bella. A human. I know that it is unfair for him to keep her from you but... I don't know. I'm going to be pissed at Edward for a long time. Mostly because I'm disappointed in him,."