I am so sorry for not updating sooner! School has been hectic with exams, but it's summer holidays now, and I have plenty of time to update.

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So sticking my head against a closed door to try and hear what's happening downstairs isn't really working so well. Considering the fact I couldn't hear a word they were saying because they all have such deep voices. I could only pick out a few words like; car, leech and chicken wings. Not really sure how either of those link up, but I'm pretty sure the 'chicken wings' part was spoken by Seth.

I didn't dare open the door and risk getting caught. Because... well... getting caught doing something like eavesdropping is embarrassing and hard to talk out of.

But luckily, I could rely on the extremely loud voice and anger issues of Paul. Seriously, dude needs to take a chill pill.

"SHE COULD HAVE DIED! WHY DIDN'T SHE LISTEN!?" He bellowed and was immediately shushed by what sounded like everyone from downstairs. Well, I was aware I could have died, moron. That's exactly why I wanted to go home. I fumed and resisted the urge to punch the door, pretending it was Paul's face. How dare he make it seem that I was being the unreasonable one!

Figuring the only way I could hear what was happening was when Paul had a mini tantrum, I decided to lie down on my mattress. I'm pretty sure everyone in a ten mile radius could hear his loud rants, let alone the top floor of the house. Besides, I could just ask Kim in the morning. I'm sure she'd be willing to let me know what's going on. It was the weekend tomorrow, so I get to spend some more quality time with my new extended family. Yay for me.

I began to doze off, and soon fell asleep in my clothes. And for the first time this week, I slept all the way through the night.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Waking up early is my thing.

I liked the way the air feels so clean, like the earth was washed over night. Plus it's great to have some peace and quiet every so often.

But being in a strange house, with strange people who obviously weren't early risers like me, was a teensy bit awkward. Example: Getting out of bed without stepping on someone. Fail. I stepped on Kim's finger, good thing she didn't wake up.

Brushing teeth with someone else's toothbrush. Just plain gross.

Trying to brush hair with somebody else's hairbrush who definitely doesn't have long thickish hair like mine. Extremely painful.

Trying to get something to drink. Can't find where the cups are.

So that left me, head in hands and long hair sprawled out on the kitchen table, hungry, thirsty and just plain bored. I was up to 'C' in naming all the countries I could in alphabetical order.

Canada.

Cambodia.

China. Oh that's a tricky one, being 'ch'. Man I am a smart cookie.

Chile.

Uhh...

...

Canadia? Is that even a country?

"AHHH!" Yelled a voice directly behind me.

"AHHHHH!" I screamed and jumped out of my chair. "GOD. What is with you people?"

"You scared me too!" I turned around to glare at the idiot who enters a house by yelling. One of the clones, of course, wasn't sure who though. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Me?" I asked incredulously, my eyes still wide with fright. "You're the one barging into somebody else's house at six o'clock in the morning! I swear I will die of cardiac arrest if I stay here too long, you have no respect for other people's privacy. What are you doing here anyways?" I squinted at him suspiciously.

"...Well..." He scratched the back of his head and winced. It was at that moment that I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. I groaned internally. What is wrong with these people? It must be five degrees at the most, how is he not an ice cube?

"Sam!" The boy blurted out randomly, and I say boy because this guy looks barely fifteen. "Sam wanted me to... er...wake him up early, because we need to... um... work on the job that we have to do..." He trailed off. I just stared at him.

"At six o'clock in the morning." I deadpanned.

"...Yes?"

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I knew I wasn't going to get anything out of these people, with what happened yesterday and all. I deserved an explanation, but I knew I wasn't going to get one. Either that or they would just make something up.

"Whatever," I waved my hand dismissively at him. "If you tell me where the food is, I'll let it drop. For now."

He visibly relaxed and wandered over to the kitchen. "Will an apple do?" He asked with his head in the cupboard.

"Yeah I guess. Hey, what's your name again?"

The boy barked out a short laugh. "You've been talking to me this whole time and you didn't even know my name?" I just raised my eyebrow at him. "It's Brady."

"Hmm..." I narrowed my eyes at him as he turned around with an apple in hand and chucked it at me. I reached my hand out and was surprised when I caught it. If I am recalling correctly, Brady is the one who said I should be one medication. "You all look the same."

"I'm hoping that's not a racist comment." Brady winked playfully at me and joined me at the table. I rolled my eyes.

"Weren't you saying you were here to see Sam and wake him up, or something along those lines?" I smiled innocently at him, waiting to catch him out in a lie.

"Right." Brady stood up quickly and headed up the stairs, it was easy to see that his confidence was wavering with each step he took. I gave myself a pat on the back. One, two, three. Well done me.

I don't think Sam will be too happy about being woken up early.

I could hear voices upstairs, and the telltale sound of creaking beds and rustling covers. I suppose it's my fault that they are awake now, I'm the one who got up early in the first place. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, so I put on my best innocent face so Brady wouldn't kill me for getting him in trouble.

But it was not Brady who came down the stairs. It was a rather dead looking Kim, she dragging her feet and her eyes looked almost completely closed.

"What the hell are you doing up at this time of night," She said, her voice heavy with sleep.

"It's morning." I pointed out as she dropped down in the seat next to me.

"It's morning at seven o'clock, and eight o'clock on weekends." She droned and rested her head on the table. "I'm going to kill Brady."

"Or better yet," I said cheerfully. "Get Jared to kill Brady."

"Aha, that is a good idea." She turned her head to face me. "How are you so... awake?"

"I'm an early riser."

"I'll say," She mumbled.

"Kim," I began hesitantly and she gave a grunt in reply. "What happened yesterday, I know you won't give me the whole story, but I need to know why Paul was acting like a maniac and why I 'could have died'."

She sighed and sat up properly.

"I knew you would ask me. This may be a bit far-fetched, but it's true." She took in a deep breath of air and started talking again. "Yesterday, there was a um... killer or murderer near La Push and heading straight for the town-"

"Wait, what?" I gaped at her. "A murderer? A real one?!"

"Yes, let me finish." Kim scolded, seeming to have woken up a bit more. I rolled my eyes at her before going back to munching my apple. "They were headed straight for the town, and when Paul er... heard, he came and took you away from the danger."

"But what about all the other people?" I asked, horrified. Come on, there was enough room in that car for a few more people.

"He cares about you." Kim blurted out and quickly back-pedalled. "I-I mean you were staying with us, so you were our responsibility... yeah."

Paul cares about me? I mean, it's hard to deny the complete adoration in his eyes every time he looked at me, but why? It was really weird.

"So he was actually trying to help me, and he wasn't having an episode?" I stared at the table, my eyes unfocused. "Wait a second; how the hell would you know when a serial killer was coming to the town?"

"Uh, well Sam and the boys sort of look after the town. We don't really have police out here." Kim answered slowly, she was being very careful with her words.

"I guess that makes sense, but how would they know about the murderer guy? It's not like they can smell him out. They must have cameras around or something." Even though the situation was the strangest thing I have ever been a part of, the dots are connecting. There are a lot of things that Kim isn't telling me, but this makes sense. In a roundabout sort of way.

"I don't really know." Kim replied honestly and I nodded. "So, what do you want to do today?"

"I'm not sure- wait did they end up catching the killer?" God, I sounded like I was in a crime show.

"No," Kim said sadly. "But he's far away now. They chased him for ages, he won't be coming back. I wonder why he came here in the first place."

It all seemed –as Kim had said before- a bit farfetched. But I could tell that Kim was speaking a version of the truth, no matter how illogical it sounded. I wish my Mom would hurry up and come home. She's not the best parent in the world, but at least she's family and I know her well. She'd probably have a good laugh over that.

"I think Brady is getting a lecture," Kim giggled and I grinned. It was very quiet upstairs.

"He shouldn't have lied; but I think he's learnt his lesson. As if you did hear us scream before though," I shook my head at her.

"I think I did," Kim pondered, a small smile playing on her lips. "But it was in my dream. I'm surprised Sam didn't come rushing down the stairs. It was pretty loud."

"I swear I haven't screamed so much in a year compared to these last few days." I put my hand on my heart, "I'm getting used to it though, thank goodness. Otherwise I'll end up having a heart attack."

Brady came down the stairs pouting and I snickered at him.

"You got me in trouble."

"No, you got yourself in trouble."

"He said if I came at this time again and woke him up, he'd kick me out of the house. Literally." Brady winced and scrunched up his nose at me.

"Well, it seems you've talked to Sam. Goodbye now," I gave him a mock wave with my injured hand and Kim giggled beside me at his defeated expression. He huffed and marched out the door, sticking out his tongue before closing it quietly, obviously not wanting to annoy Sam more than he already had.

Kim stifled another giggle.

"Do you want to just hang around here, or do you want to go the beach?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I don't really want to go to the beach after what happened last time," I held up my hand that was still wrapped up in a loose bandage.

"Yeah, me neither." Kim glared playfully at me. I smiled meekly at her.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time, I didn't think you would actually faint."

"I had only just watched Paranormal Activity last week! You're lucky I didn't have a heart attack!" She exclaimed and I let out a snort. "Do you want to go for a walk to Sue Clearwater's house instead?"

"Actually I should probably do that," I admitted. "Sue got us a house here, and I verbally abused her son. Isn't it too early to go visiting people though?"

"Nah, Sue is always up early. We can see Leah as well," I gave her a questioning look. "Seth and Leah are brother and sister."

"Right," I muttered, I probably should have guessed that. But then again, they all looked related. "Any other long lost family members I should know about?"

"Um... Claire is Emily's cousin or second cousin. I'm not sure which. I think that's it," Kim got up from her chair and grabbed two rain coats that were draped over another chair.

"Don't you feel a bit out of place? Being a bit of an outsider and all?" I said, getting up and following her. Kim was obviously not Quileute.

"My Mother is half Quileute," Kim said, as if reading my mind. "But I have my Dad's features."

"Makes sense," I nodded and caught the rain coat she chucked at me. "Expecting it to rain?"

"There is not expecting, it will rain."

Hip, hip, hooray.

I followed Kim out of the house and we wandered down the dirt road, it was raining lightly. I seriously hoped Seth's house wasn't too far away; I don't like walking in the rain. We walked in a comfortable silence that was only broken by someone coming out of a huge bush right next to us.

I didn't even scream.

Fuck yeah.

"Urgh! Paul, what the hell?!" I groaned as said man's eyes light up. Great, he wasn't wearing a shirt again. "Is that where you live or something?"

"I am just on the way to Sam's."

...He didn't answer the question.

I squinted at him and exchanged an amused look with Kim. Paul just stared at me. Nothing unusual there. I felt Kim jab my arm, she angled her head towards Paul and raised her eyebrows. I knew exactly what she wanted.

I cleared my throat.

"Er, Paul," I started nervously, looking at the ground. "Thanks for yesterday, I guess. I'm sorry I yelled at you and, um, threatened to jump out of the car and stuff. You could have explained what was going on, but... yeah." I looked back up at him and gave him a small smile, but not showing any teeth.

Paul's smile was so big, I though his face might break.

"Kim told me what happened," I added, and Paul's face instantly dropped and took on a cautious expression. I wasn't surprised, really. I was talking to the King of Mood Swings.

"What exactly did she say?" His hands started to vibrate a little, and he clasped them behind his back. Bad sign.

"I told her that there was a serial killer heading towards the town and that you had to get her out of there as soon as possible." Kim said quickly, making wild hand gestures.

"...And she believed you?" Paul raised his eyebrows in surprise, all signs of anger gone.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" I glared at him, but also glanced back at Kim who was also glaring at Paul. Surely she was telling the truth before.

"Let's go," Kim took my hand and dragged me away, muttering things under her breath. I was quite surprised that she could stand up to Paul like that; she seems to be a bit scared of him. I didn't look back to see Paul's expression.

We arrived at Sue's house ten minutes afterwards, the rain had finally stopped and we had enjoyed the two minute walk without it before we arrived. Kim knocked hesitantly on the door and a middle-aged woman opened it nearly straight away.

She looked like an older version of Leah.

"Hey Sue," Kim smiled sweetly at her. "We thought you might be up."

"Kim," Sue nodded, her eyes trailed on me.

"This is Michelle, Amanda's daughter."

"Ah, I thought you looked familiar." Sue smiled at me, her weathered skin crinkling at the edges of her eyes. "You have the same eyes as your Mother."

"Yours looks a lot like you too," I grinned, liking her already. Didn't know what she saw in my Mom though.

"Come in, come in." Sue gestured inside and we followed her into the lounge room. "Seth and Leah are still asleep, so don't be too loud."

I nodded, looking around the room. There was a large photo of Sue, Seth and Leah with one other man who I assumed to be the Dad above the small television. I wonder where he is.

"Thanks for getting us that house," I said to Sue, who had noticed me staring at the photo. "It's quite a nice one."

"It was no problem. Your Mother and I used to be good friends when she lived down here, it was the least I could do."

"Why on earth would you like her?" I blurted out, but Sue didn't seem to mind, letting out a snort at my comment. We sat down on the stained sofa facing the T.V.

"She was a fiery one, that's for sure. Always getting into trouble because of her temper, but she was a good friend. A bit vain, but a good person to have on your side." I raised my eyebrows at this, my Mom? A good friend? "I remember you too, the little girl with the long blonde hair. Not as blonde now, but still just as nice."

"Uh, thanks." I scratched the back of my neck, embarrassed at the compliment.

"I suppose it's my turn to push you out the door now?" Seth called, his head poking out the doorway.

"How about, no."

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