Don't own twilight. This one has somewhat (possibly) vivid descriptions of violence, and a brief mention of non-con. Not a happy one.

A Normal Human

"Hey, what's the Leech lover doing here?" Paul asked as he walked in the door to Sam's house.

Before Jacob could respond to defend me, I stood from my chair. "What the fuck did you just call me?" I was pissed.

"I think you heard me Leech lover." He repeated, crossing his arms in front of his chest looking pleased with himself.

"You realize I'm a normal human right?" I asked, barely refraining from snapping at him.

"A leech loving human." He replied, though he looked a little uncertain.

"A normal human, who moves to Forks to live with her father, and suddenly has a vampire stalker. A normal human, whose vampire stalker climbed the tree to sneak into her room every night, to watch her sleep and smell her blood, before he even talked to her. A normal human, who had no defense against her vampire stalker." I unbuttoned the long sleeve flannel shirt I wore over my tank top, and let it slide off of my shoulders. "A normal human, whose vampire stalker had a vampire psychic for a 'sister'. That vampire psychic would tell the stalker when the normal human made plans to escape. Or they would come to the airport, or bus terminal, or one time the train station in broad daylight, and force the human back to Forks." Sam was growling, and Emily was staring at the scars that were now visible.

"I-."

"Do you think I didn't try to get away from them? Do you think I didn't try to fight?" I growled out, before lifting the hem of my tank top and turning around so that he could see the deeper scars on my back. "Do you think the fucking vampires were just going to let the human they'd chosen as a pet walk away?" I turned around and dropped my shirt. "What the fuck was I supposed to do? Who could I tell? I couldn't tell Charlie, even if he did believe me, he'd have shown up at their house with a fucking shotgun and gotten himself killed." He seemed to be stunned to silence. "I tried tazing him once, that middle scar on my back is when the fucking vamp doctor had to surgically repair my broken ribs. I was lucky I didn't get a punctured lung when he threw me across the room." He opened his mouth as if to speak, but I wasn't done. I leaned down and pulled up my pant leg, and raised my ankle to set on the table, revealing a long scar that went up my calf. "This is where my leg had to be surgically repaired because the fucker didn't seem to like it when I tried to kick him in the balls. So he broke my leg bad enough that my fucking bone was sticking through."

"Bells-." Jake started, but I still wasn't done.

I stalked up to the frozen Paul and poked him in the chest. "I probably have more fucking titanium in my body now than the fucking terminator, because every time I tried to escape, or fight, or say NO, something else got broken." My voice raised with every word I said, until I was yelling at him. "SO TELL ME HOW THE FUCK AM I A LEECH LOVER?" I roared. There was dead silence in the house, so I spun on my heel and moved to pick up my flannel before pulling it back on, and buttoning it up. Paul had been the last to arrive, so the rest of the pack, as well as Emily and Kim were staring at me slack jawed. Leah was looking like she was close to tears. "Thanks for the invite Emily, Sam, but suddenly, I find myself not very hungry."

Turning on my heel once more I stalked towards the door, and seeing the look on my face Paul moved just enough for me to walk passed him. The screen door shut hard behind me, I heard no noise coming from the usually raucous house. My truck thundered to life, and I pulled out of the driveway and went home.