Forks High School. The unassuming collection of ragtag buildings came into view. Bella had her own car, a ratty red pickup trunk, and had kindly agreed to driving her to her new "school".

And by kindly agreed I mean coerced by her father, Moira grumbled. They hadn't spoken a word to each other, and Moira's magic was itching to teach the brat a lesson about addressing her superiors. Especially parents and guests.

FLASHBACK

"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME YOU LITTLE FREAK! LET ME GO YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" The little girl, as if in a trance, moved her hand. The man's arm came up and began strangling him, killing him. Like a puppet on strings, in her total control. She giggled, watching him twitch, adjusting his limbs like a toy.

"Sorry daddy." Her big black eyes watched him. They held not the innocence of a child, but the apathy of a psychopath. They scared him even more than all the magical quirks he tried to beat out of her. He gasped a final, desperate breath, blood trickling between his lips. She giggled.

"Not sorry."

FLASHBACK END

The memory came up unbidden, and she clamped it back down with an iron will. She couldn't go back to that place. Her usual mask of humor and sarcasm came up like armor.

"Thank you." A cool smile aimed at the shy teenager, she gracefully exited from the old truck without another word. She distanced herself from the rest of the Forks students, lounging in the parking lot, chatting about insignificant and aimless gossip. People gawked at her as she passed them. I make a very interesting picture, she thought wryly. A big black sun hat and a black neck ribbon, tied in a neat bow. A crisp white blouse, tucked into a black skirt that ended mid-thigh. High heeled black boots. Miss Robichaux's uniform looked very out of place in Forks.

Whispers followed her as she calmly made her way towards the office. I never will understand why people need help finding an office, of all things. There are signs everywhere.

She recieved her schedule from the less-than-enthusiastic secretary, and went to go find her locker.

A sickly sweet scent floated past her.

Them.

She turned abruptly, knocking into someone without notice. There he stood.

Jasper Hale.

We meet again.

He turned, as if sensing someone's eyes on him. His marble face showed surprise and a tinge of fear. She sent a half smile his way, her eyes mischievous. He turned away from her, towards the woman she recognized as his twin. Rosalie. She caught the words go get Carlisle on his lips. That's right. Carlisle is the leader of this particular group.

"Miss Rathborne."

"Mister Hale." He stared her down, daring her to make the first move. Moira simply uncrossed her arms, meeting his glare head on.

"Let's do lunch." Jasper, that fucking bloodsucker, eyed her warily. He nodded quickly, and stepped away from her, herding the rest of his little pack along with him.

And she had just agreed to talk to a bloodsucker. I'm loosing my mind. Then again, it was already gone.

Moira walked away, thinking about what she just did.

-LINEBREAKKKK-

"Well? Why are you here? What do you want?" His voice pierced through the room as she made her way towards his table.

"That's an awfully rude greeting, Mister Hale."

"Do not make me repeat myself, witch." She put her hands in the air in a mock attempt to pacify him.

"I mean no harm. Well, not to you, vampire." Jasper looked at her like he doubted the validity of her words.

"Eleonora sends her greetings and good will." The mention of her mistress calmed him down enough to let her sit down across from him.

"How is that lovely sister of yours? And your wife, Alice, was it?" A feral growl erupted from the base of his throat.

"Don't."

"Just being polite. I won't do anything to your little group, dear. Stop worrying your blonde head off."

"We're done here."

"I couldn't agree more. Goodbye, Mister Hale." Moira sighed. So much drama today. How did normal people deal with it?

"Hey, uh, Moira? Could I sit here?" She looked up to see a girl. Jessica. Of course someone had to interrupt her. She smiled tightly.

"Of course." I honestly doubt I'd be able to stop you from doing just that.

"So like, where are you from?"

"New Orleans. I went to a private girls boarding school." The girl across from her made a face.

"Oh, ew. Like no boys? At all? I'm so sorry."

"No boys in the school. We didn't have a curfew. My friends and I hit frat parties and that kind of shit." Jessica's eyes got huge at the thought of a frat party.

"OMG! Are you serious? That's so cool!" Her voice grated on Moira's last nerve. We hit frat parties, yeah. For revenge spells and to find anonymous blood donors for our rituals. She smiled fondly at the memory of humiliating and degrading a frat boy who dared to try to roofie her roomates.

"Yeah, it was fun." More people began crowding around her previously secluded table, asking her what college boys were like and what New Orleans was like. God, if I wanted to listen to how fucking trashed you got last night on water I would watch Jersey Shore.

The bell rang, and everyone scattered. Thank you Lord. Now she had to suffer through the rest of the fucking day without being able to kill someone. Splendid.

-LINEBREAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK-

Moira lept out of her seat the moment they were excused from class. She made a break to the surrounding forest, anywhere she could let loose without some asshole seeing and putting her on Twitter like some viral freakshow.

Charlie had been helpful with getting her anything she might need to do spells or hunt vampires. He'd let her cast some protective shields on his house, and lent her every book he had on the bloodsuckers. He seemed to know everything about them, except that his stupid daughter was dating one.

Of course, she hadn't needed his help. She was the future Supreme. Moira could do anything she fucking wanted and nobody could stop her if they tried.

She uprooted a few plants, carved some nasty gashes into tree trunks, anything to let loose the tension curling in her stomach. She hated surpressing her magic. It reminded her too much of being 5 years old and cowering under a desk, watching her brother take beatings meant for her. Those annoying children in that shithole of a school just aggravated her already on-edge nerves. A frustrated screech left her lips as she threw a particularly nasty ball of flames at a bush, catching it on fire.

"Fuck it." She strode out of the woods, leaving a clearing covered in scorch marks and a burnt skeleton of a bush. Charlie would cover it up for her.

Moira was going so fast she didn't notice the boy she collided into until she sent him to the floor.

"Uh, hey" His grin was disarming. His eyes. Oh God, his eyes.

"I'm Jacob Black-" He was cut off suddenly, his face flushing. A rush of heat swirled through her chest. She felt a bond snap into place, a bond strong and unbreakable. No.

Please. No.

"You don't know what you've done." Her voice came out quiet and hard.

"You shouldn't have Imprinted on me." Moira turned away from him and ran. For the first time in her life.

-LINE BREAKLINEBREAKLINEBREAK-

"Hello, sweetie. Walking home alone?" They never stop coming.

She whipped around.

"Listen the fuck up, asshole. I'm damn tired. Not in the mood for your bloodsucker shit. Either you leave me alone or I will burn you. And then heal you. And then burn you again. And repeat. I'd rather not work up a sweat."

"Awww, how cute. Little girl thinks she can take on some big bad vamps. Poor thing." The darkness took over. She twitch a finger and sent him flying into a wall. Vampires came out of their hiding places, ready to attack. Let them come.

Moira emotionlessly ripped them into chunks. She thrust her hands into the chest of one unlucky fellow, pulling him apart as if opening curtains. He twitched on the ground, connected only where his neck became his head. Pathetic. Another two trying to sneak up on her were covered in flames.

The carnage delighted her.

A scream echoed behind her. She rolled her eyes at the melodramaticness of teenagers.

"Oh my god. Holy fuck. Oh my god." Moira craned her head to see another vamp, this one with amber eyes, mumbling in shock at the slowly dissolving body parts, littering the Forks pavement. He caught her glance, and froze in terror.

"They got in my way."

INTENSE AM I RIGHT? I literally just wrote this and I hope it makes some sense. I didn't want a long drawn out thing so major issues in chapter 4. I just want it to work. Shmurr.

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