I knew I had to get away as fast as possible, before I lost all control. Luckily, I was saved, literally, by the bell. Every day it would ring so loud that I was truly convinced that the entire town could hear it.

"Oh crap. My Spanish teacher hates it when I am late. I have to go." And he runs, out of the forest and into the building.

I am not far behind. At this point in time the attention that skipping school would bring would not fare well to my inconspicuous reputation. Unfortunately, there was no time to quell my hunger, so I knew that I had to endure it. However, it was the one class that I had with the two Cullens. Which was a massive problem.

I attempted to think of anything that would get my mind off the vampires in front of me. But it was too no avail. After only thirty seconds, my true form was beginning to show. Which was also a problem. The teacher was facing the board, so that was no issue. But the human boy on the seat next to me could see. And he was not taking my true form at all well. Recently he was beginning to lust from me. It was obvious in his eyes, and he had even tried asking me out, which I politely declined. But now when I looked in his eyes all I saw was pure and utter horror. I needed immediately to deal with him, as well as my unquenchable desire for the vampires, and I decided to kill two birds with one stone. Using all my available will power, I maintained my human form, and seductively asked him to come with me. He was absolutely powerless to resist. So I raised my hand, and asked to go to the bathroom, winking at him as I was leaving. Soon after he followed, and I led him into the same closet as my other two previous victims. And I solved both my problems.

...

Feeling refreshed, I finished my classes, and left school in high spirits.

However, those spirits did not maintain this height for long. There was quite a bit of processing to be done regarding the war-torn Cullen.

Sitting on the bed, I contemplated the events of the day. However, it wasn't the scent and lack of control, or even the consequences that were the issue. It was my now friendly relationship with the certain vampire, who opened up to me. As a creature of non-human nature, the ideas of empathy and compassion are foreign. So much so that repercussions for actions never cross my mind, or that feelings of love always to me are not even worth having. And yet, the vampires feel these things, or else they would never be able to live together, or have lifelong mates.

I continued to mull over the idea of sentiment, and its importance to humans and vampires, when I realised an inescapable fact. That, in order to play the human convincingly, I had to become friends with Jasper. All similar scenarios that I have ever experienced I scanned, hoping for any alternative, but I found none. I would indeed have to befriend the certain Cullen. While he is not horrible, or even remotely modern, I would then have to face and be friendly to the other Cullens, like overly-chirpy Alice, or vain beauty Rosalie. Perhaps even lovesick Edward and his human pet. But I will have to.

After all, the mission is more important.

...

The next day at school, I had a plan all ready for my inevitable interaction with the vampire clan. To get Jasper alone and ask him if we can be friends, while absolutely avoiding the rest of the blood-suckers as much as is humanly possible. In my head it was flawless, but plans do have a tendency to occasionally go colossally wrong.

During the classes I did not pay attention to the teacher whatsoever, impatiently waiting for the chime of the school bell that would signal that lunch had finally arrived. In History, my class with the blond and the newborn, Rosalie and Emmett, I could physically feel the comprehendible love between the two, as my senses were on high alert. Luckily, the table at the back was empty apart from me, so I had no concerns about the humans viewing me in my true form.

When the bell finally chimed, signalling that lunch was upon us, I nearly lost all of my control due to the shock of the loud sound. However, I managed to keep composed and walked into the cafeteria with as much dignity as I could muster.

The vampires were all seated where they always were, talking and laughing amongst themselves. A picture of a happy family, full of love and earnest care and devotion for one another. I tried my absolute hardest not to grimace as I walked over and mustered the courage to ask, "Hello."

Unfortunately, this particular flawless plan had an issue that I had overlooked: Alice. Happy to finally see that I was willing to talk to the clan, she immediately and without a trace of remorse or composure threw herself at me, hugging as if time were about to stop ticking.

"Oompff!" I completely lost all train of thought, unconsciously inhaling as much air as I could, taking in the full force of the scent. Once again I was on the verge of losing all control and pouncing, and in vain I attempted to get away as quickly as was humanly possible.

However, as fate would have it, getting away was not necessary, as the human girl was with them, and she carried a scent that I had not had to endure in a very long time.

Shapeshifter.

I have had many dealings with those natives, having had overstepped their boundaries on a few occasions. While not as deadly as blood-suckers, these wolves would pack their own punch, often forcing me to be not as kind as I usual was to the non-human species. Eventually we had come to an agreement that kept us out of each other's way, meaning that I have gone for quite some time without seeing one. Or smelling one.

Vampires have it easy. While shapeshifters to them do smell like wet dogs, the smell fades after only a few hours and one shower. I am not so lucky. I have always been able to smell the dog on anyone, even after they have prolonged contact with them for many days. And the scent I smell is far more revolting than the clan could ever dream.

It was this scent that shook me out of my carnivorous daydream and brought me back to my senses. While I dislike humans, especially ones who contain far too much emotion, I was partially thankful that it was near.

Alice eventually let go of me and returned back to her seat.

Now it was my turn to speak, facing these vampires and the dog-wearing human.

Oh, boy…