(3rd P.O.V)

"It's nice to meet you, Meredith," Lynna said with a smile as she shook the woman's outstretched hand.

Noah's father, Brian, snaked an arm around the woman's waist and beamed from ear to ear. Meredith had long sandy-colored hair that fell down to her waist. Her hazel eyes lit up with a smile, highlighting the subtle laugh lines around her eyes.

"You too. I'm glad I finally get to meet everyone. I've heard so much about you," she spoke before her eyes flickered to Noah who was sporting a scowl.

"Do you know how to sign?" Lynna asked the woman, signing as she spoke.

"I don't, but I'm trying to learn," she admitted with a bashful smile.

Noah's little sister, Sadie, squealed as she ran towards Lynna and threw her five-year-old self into the blonde's arms who hugged her back enthusiastically.

"I've missed you SO much, Say-Say!" Lynna grinned.

"Me too," the five-year-old smiled back, revealing two missing front teeth. "This is Meredith. She's going to be my new mommy," Sadie spoke gleefully as she signed, causing both Meredith and Brian to bashfully blush.

Noah's scowl deepened, which wasn't missed by Lynna.

Lynna's brother, Dustin, arrived and swiftly found his sister who was sitting on the marble bench overlooking the artificial pond. String lights had been strung up, decorating the trees and entertainment area. Friends and acquaintances of Grayson's had showed up in droves. It was a much bigger event than Lynna had anticipated. Noah was seated beside her, his arm draped across her shoulders in comfort. Dustin sat down in the empty space next to her.

"How you holding up?" He asked his sister with a cautious smile.

"I'm holding." She returned his smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

The gathered bodies in the large yard were laughing and cutting up. Lynna was suddenly overcome by a strange sense of déjà vu. Rambunctious giggling came from behind her as the smell of smoke engulfed her. Her head swiveled to see a large group of guys getting a fire started. The vision!

As if on cue, her eyes glazed over as the vision took hold. Noah and Dustin both hovered over her in worry. The vision of Ashley, lying lifeless on the forest floor, played in her mind once again. But this time it felt different; it felt certain— as if the vision was set in stone.

When she came to, she was panting with panic. She grabbed Dustin by his arm and looked at Noah with horror-filled eyes.

"Ashley!" She managed to squeak out.

In a heartbeat, she was weaving through the crowd with Dustin and Noah following her footsteps, as she looked for a familiar head of fiery red hair. Lynna's breathing and heartrate picked up; she was practically hyperventilating as she continued scouring the crowd. Tyler spotted the frantic psychic and rushed over to her.

"What's going on?" He questioned her brother upon seeing the wild look in her eyes.

Before Dustin could respond, Lynna spun around and grabbed Tyler by his forearm.

"Ashley! Have you seen Ashley?!" She practically shrieked.

Tyler shook his head; his eyes filled with concern. "No. I haven't. Is-Is she—" He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

"It's happening now," Lynna cried out before taking off at a full sprint towards the woods.

The three boys followed after her. Lynna pushed back branches, stumbling over roots and her own feet amidst the darkness. She could hear laughter echoing behind her. The light of the fire danced through the trees. She could hear her heart beating like a drum as she pushed herself further into the woods. The entire time, the vision wasn't meant to take place at the bonfire. It was here. At the memorial— a memorial that no one had planned until today. A lump formed in her throat and her mouth went dry.

That's when she found her. Lynna pushed against a patch of brambles and stepped into a small clearing where she saw Ashley, lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood. Her eyes were glazed over and lifeless as they seemed to stare up at Lynna with a look of betrayal. A scream broke forth from the psychic's lips as she collapsed to the ground next to the cheerleader.

The three boys stepped into the clearing in that moment and immediately went weak in the knees themselves. Dustin knelt down beside Ashley and shook his head sorrowfully. Another scream pierced through Lynna as tears spilled down her cheeks.

"No, no, NO!" Lynna screamed, moving towards Ashley's lifeless body before Tyler grabbed her from behind and pressed her back against his chest.

Lynna flailed against him, trying to escape from his grasp.

"HELP!" Tyler yelled out. "CALL 911!"

Dustin was already dialing the number before the words left his lips. Noah and Tyler stood there dumbfounded, with a look of pure terror decorating their features. The sound of Lynna screaming was the only thing keeping Tyler here in the present. He spun her around and crushed her against his chest where she continued screaming. He wrapped his arms around her body, feeling her go limp against him.

Tyler locked eyes with Noah, who was still in shock, and spoke in a slow, calm voice, "Go get help."

Noah nodded once in confirmation before he took off at a run, desperate to escape the scene that came straight from a horror film. Tyler kept Lynna from sinking to the ground by using his arms to hold up her weight. He picked her up bridal style and carried her through the woods and back to the safety of the bonfire.

Dustin stayed on the phone with the authorities until they arrived. He and Noah escorted them through the woods, leading them to Ashley's body. The laughter had completely ceased. Silence fell over the group of teens as they took in the seriousness of the situation. Tyler's parents were the first to speak with the police officers.

The entire time, Tyler never left Lynna's side. Her screams had quietened down to a hushed sobbing. He set her down on the bench and rubbed soothing circles on her back as she wept into his chest. Lynna's grandmother flitted to her side.

A paramedic came over to assess the distraught girl.

(Lynna's P.O.V)

I could vaguely make out the sound of a deep voice. "She's in shock," the voice spoke.

My eyes were closed. My entire body felt stiff and achy. I was leaning against something warm, yet my face felt wet and cold.

"We need to get her home," a calm, familiar voice spoke.

I knew that voice. Tyler. Why did I need to go home? Where was I?

"Yes, we do. Will you take her to my car? I need to find Dustin." The sound of my mamaw's voice washed over me.

"I can take her home," Tyler spoke. "Dustin is still speaking to the officers."

**(The Cullens)**

"I feel so bad," Alice said to Jasper and Emmett as they ran through the forest. "She was the one that found her. Can you imagine?"

Emmett shook his head in a glum fashion. "No. That must be rough."

"And it happened on the anniversary of Grayson's death. Lynna must be so heartbroken," the petite vampire said with a sigh.

"No doubt," Jasper agreed.

"Who do you think killed her?" Emmett asked, deep in thought. "Do you think Edward had something to do with it?"

Jasper shrugged. Alice frowned before she spoke, "I didn't see him doing anything yesterday, but then again, I don't see him doing much of anything as of late." She was referring to having visions of Edward; visions of him were few and far between recently and she couldn't figure out why.

"Maybe that's what Carlisle wants to talk to us about," Jasper spoke up.

Edward waited impatiently as Alice, Emmett, and Jasper walked into the dining room. The rest of his family were already seated. The mind-reader started tapping his fingers on the table in annoyance. They were all thinking about anything except the reason for the family meeting, so he could only assume that it had something to do with him.

"Let's get this over with," Rosalie grumbled.

"Yes. Let's," Edward agreed with the blonde, something he had been doing a lot more of recently, much to his displeasure.

Carlisle was seated at the head of the table with his hands clasped in front of him. He wore an air of authority with a solemn smile. Edward immediately knew that whatever he had to say, it wasn't good.

Finally, the head of the family spoke up. "As most of you already know, there was a death yesterday. A young girl was killed at a memorial that some of the students had thrown together for their classmate."

Edward immediately stiffened. A feeling of dread mixed with panic pierced through him, taking his breath away. The first thing that sprung to his mind was Lynna. Was she okay?! It wasn't her, was it?! Please, let it be anyone but her.

He was surprised by his own thoughts. He didn't even like the girl, so why was he so deeply bothered thinking that something may have happened to her? He hardly knew her. Well, she is seated beside or in front of him in every class they share together, so it only makes sense that he would feel something for her, right? No one wants to hear that a fellow classmate was killed.

Edward felt Jasper staring at him— no doubt, the empath was confused by the sudden surge of emotions coursing through the usual brooding vampire.

"Who?" Edward finally spoke around the lump that had formed in his throat.

Carlisle's brows flew up his forehead, clearly surprised that his son was taking an interest in the news. The mind-reader waited on pins and needles for the answer.

"Her name was Ashley Tipton. She was a cheerleader at the local high school you all are attending," Carlisle spoke glumly.

Relief flooded through Edward. It was so intense that he had to close his eyes as the feeling washed through him. So, Lynna was safe. Jasper quirked a brow in Edward's direction, completely at a loss. The relief was short-lived; it was instantly replaced with anger, confusing the empath even more.

Carlisle allowed a moment for the information to fully sink in before he continued, "They believe it was an animal attack. But we all know that's not the case."

Once again, panic pierced through Edward. There was another vampire lurking around in the woods? His wide eyes met Carlisle's. The thoughts of his family's mingled with his own. Edward scoffed in anger as they looked at him with accusation in their eyes. Aside from Carlisle and Esme, they all believed that he was responsible for the death of the teenage girl.

"You've got to be kidding me," the mind reader grumbled bitterly. "I had nothing to do with this."

"Where were you last night, Edward?" Carlisle asked in a soft voice.

His father's thoughts were non-judgmental and non-accusatory. Carlisle wasn't one to cast blame without proper evidence. He always believed in the phrase 'innocent until proven guilty'.

Edward hung his head. He didn't have any proof regarding his whereabouts. He could only hope that Jasper would sense that he was telling the truth.

"I was exploring the woods. There's a waterfall east of here. I spent most of the night there," he said to them in a calm voice, trying not to be offended by their disbelieving thoughts.

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Edward, just tell us the truth. If you killed the girl, just admit it so we can move on. Some of us have better things to do than count leaves."

This earned her an eye roll in return from the mind-reader. "I am telling the truth. If I was going to kill someone at the memorial, it certainly wouldn't have been her."

Why would he waste his time killing a simple human whose blood didn't particularly appeal to him when he could taste the sweet-smelling blood of Lynna Holloway whose blood sang to him like a forgotten lullaby? If he was going to break his diet and destroy every ounce of faith his family had in him, he wouldn't squander the opportunity on Ashley Tipton.

"He's telling the truth." Jasper finally took pity and came to his defense.

"Thanks," Edward mumbled before narrowing his eyes at Rosalie who simply rolled her eyes

"This means there's another of our kind nearby. He or she may just be passing through, but we should take precautions just in case. We all need to explore the area surrounding the incident and see if we can pick up on a scent," Carlisle said to his family who all nodded in agreement.

Edward was the first one out the door, taking off like lightning towards the destination. If there was another vampire lurking around, he was desperate to find out. If the killings continued, he and the rest of his family would have no choice but to flee the area, and that simply wasn't an option. The thought of being forced to leave had him seeing red. He wasn't sure if he could physicallyleave the town. It felt like he was being held here by some unknown force.

The family of vampires searched for hours, trying to pick up a scent, but came up empty handed. It was as though no one had been here at all. Perhaps, the rain washed all traces of his/her scent away?

Deep down, Edward knew that wasn't true. As he stepped into the small clearing where the death had occurred, he could practically taste the blood in the air. Not only did he smell the tangy scent of Ashley's blood, he picked up on the mouthwatering aroma of Lynna as well. Though it was faint, it was there. Vanilla with a dash of strawberries. She had been here. His gut twisted as he remembered the vision Lynna had. Of course, the clearing contained Lynna's scent. No doubt, she was the one to find the girl's body. He picked up on several other scents as well, but the crisp, clean scent of another vampire was nowhere to be found.

He, and the rest of his family, were at a loss.

(Lynna's P.O.V)

"Maybe you should just stay home today. You could help me with my garden," Mamaw suggested with a kind smile that caused her green eyes to sparkle.

I shook my head. "No. I'll be fine. School will be a good distraction." I was truly trying to convince myself of that. "Noah's already on his way."

Dustin had stayed the night at a friend's house and Noah didn't want me to drive to school by myself, so he volunteered to come pick me up.

"That thing is a death trap," Mamaw mumbled, referring to Noah's bike.

"He's a good driver," I assured her as I dumped my bowl of oatmeal in the trash while she wasn't looking.

I didn't have an appetite, but I didn't want to worry her. As if on cue, Noah arrived. I grabbed my bag and rushed outside. Thankfully, it wasn't raining. Yet. He handed me a helmet with a smile.

Hold on tight. He signed, smirking as I put on the helmet and wrapped my arms around him.

Riding on his bike was always a thrill. The second we pulled into the school, I noticed the Cullens all huddled together in the corner of the parking lot. I took off my helmet and shook out my hair as I felt his all-too-familiarburning gaze. Edward Cullen wasn't the only one staring though. It seemed as though everyone was looking at the freaky weird girl that somehow predicted yet another death. The students' judgmental stares and hushed whispers were driving me mad as I walked into the school.

Noah draped his arm around my shoulders in a comforting manner as he led me to my locker where Tyler was waiting with a solemn expression.

"You feeling okay?" Tyler asked as I punched in my locker combination.

I nodded. "Just peachy."

Paige rushed over to us and gave me a quick hug. "I heard about what happened," she said with a look of sympathy.

"Everyone has," I whispered mostly to myself as I closed my locker and stalked off to class, hoping to beat everyone there.

Edward Cullen was already sitting at the table with a blank expression. So much for being the first one here. I sighed deeply as I sat down beside him and laid my head down on the desk. At least he didn't look at me with eyes full of pity.

"I, uh. I heard about what happened." His voice was like velvet as he spoke.

My head shot up in surprise. I furrowed my brows as I met his gaze. His eyes weren't as dark as before. They were a bright brown with flecks of gold scattered about.

When I didn't speak, he continued, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I know that you were the one to find her. I know that must be hard on you."

My jaw went slack. I wasn't used to the soft sound of his voice. His voice had a musical quality to it without its usual bitter tone. His eyes that were normally filled with hatred had completely softened as he looked at me with pity. My mouth went dry. I groaned in frustration.

"Not you too!" I snapped, running a hand through my hair and frowning.

His brows knitted together in confusion. "Excuse me?" He spoke in that same velvet voice.

I shook my head in annoyance. "Everyone's either looking at me with pity or labeling me as a freak. Even you! It's pretty bad when the guy that hates you starts to pity you. I mean, damn."

To my surprise and delight, his calm façade dissolved before my very eyes. He clenched his jaw and gave me that same burning glare I had grown accustomed to.

"I don't pity you, Holloway. I was just trying to be cordial to the girl who stumbled upon her dead classmate's body after she predicted her death. My bad. Last time I try being polite to you," he sneered.

"Don't put on a show for my sake, Cullen. Please, just continue to be your usual brooding, hateful self that I know and loathe," I grumbled bitterly.

His glare intensified. "I don't brood!"

"Do too," I countered back. "You're the broodiest brooder I've ever met."

He scoffed. "Well, at least I don't go around pretending to be something I'm not."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

He breathed out a wry chuckle. "You go around acting all bubbly and chipper— All the while, you're just as miserable as me."

I was stunned. "I'm not… miserable," I breathed out.

Was it that obvious? He gave me a disbelieving look.

"Yes, you are," he quipped with a devilish smirk.

It was my turn to glare. "Well, at least I have an actual reason behind my misery. What's your excuse?"

He returned my glare with full force and then some. I shuddered nervously under his darkened gaze.

"None of your business, Holloway," he practically bit my head off.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. It's probably just your personality anyway. You were born to brood."

"You know nothing!" He was seething.

"I know that you're a jerk who takes his misery out on others. So, I do know something," I countered with a sly smile.

He scoffed before ripping his eyes from me, choosing to stare out the window instead of interacting with me. I couldn't help but smirk knowing that I got under his skin. Just as I laid my head back down on the desk, he chose to speak again.

"You know that motorcycle is a death trap, right?" His voice flooded my ears.

Once again, my head shot up in disbelief. I couldn't help but laugh at the all-too-serious look on his face.

"What motorcycle?" I questioned, feigning ignorance, knowing full well that he could only be referring to Noah's bike.

"Noah's." He raised his brows in annoyance.

I chuckled bitterly as I rolled my eyes. "Funny. My grandmother said the exact same thing."

"Well, she's a wise woman," he was quick to respond. "The chances of a fatality in a motorcycle accident are approximately thirty times higher than in a car. They have an eighty percent injury or death rate while car accidents are around twenty percent."

I laughed once again. "Look at Mr. Webster over here," I spoke sarcastically.

His eyes flashed. "I'm being serious. You should heed my advice."

"Heed your advice? Seriously?" I was aghast.

"My adoptive father, Carlisle, is a world-renowned surgeon. He and his fellow colleagues call them donorcyles. It's quite an accurate description if you ask me."

I was stunned. I had never heard Edward Cullen speak this much. He must have a wild hair up his butt today or something.

"Thanks for the information. I'll keep that in mind," I grumbled, confused by the sudden broach in topic.

He continued speaking on the subject. "Plus, with how much it rains here, those statistics are probably even higher. Did you know that the roads are the most slippery when it first starts raining?"

I nodded. "Pretty sure I've heard that somewhere, yeah."

He pressed his lips together in a thin line. "Safe to say, you really shouldn't get back on the bike."

I scoffed lightly. "Got it."

His eyes narrowed into slits. "You're not going to listen to me, are you?"

I fought back a smirk. "Why would I?"

A scowl crawled across his porcelain-like face. "Do you lack all regard for your safety?"

"What?" I breathed out a laugh, in shock by the sudden change in behavior.

"You heard me," he muttered, voice dripping with annoyance.

I allowed myself to study his face for a moment. He really was beautiful in an unearthly sort of way. I shook my head, dispelling those thoughts.

"I wear a helmet," I responded.

He shook his head slowly, his scowl deepening. "You're infuriating."

I quirked a brow. "Likewise."

He scoffed. Seems like he's doing that an awful lot.

"It's going to rain this afternoon. Are you really going to get on that death trap in the rain?" He inquired, his tone softening just a tad.

I nodded curtly. "He's my ride home, so yeah. I am."

"Don't you usually drive with your brother?"

What was with the interrogation? "Uh, yeah. He stayed with a friend last night and Noah didn't want me driving to school alone. So…."

Why am I explaining myself to him?!

"Well, who's going to drive your brother home?" He questioned.

His eyes on me made me feel nervous and not in the usual way.

"He and his band practice after school. One of his friends will drop him off," I explained, avoiding his gaze. "Why do you care anyway? You've never even spoken to my brother."

I allowed myself to glance at his surprised face. His eyes widened. "I don't. I was just asking," his voice wavered slightly.

Students slowly started to trickle in. Noah locked eyes with me and gave me a smile and wave which I returned. Paige was right behind him. I couldn't help but notice the longing look in her eyes when she glanced in Noah's direction. The sound of Edward Cullen's velvet voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"I'll give you a ride home," he spoke firmly, his eyes narrowed as he stared straight ahead.

A lump formed in my throat. The thought of Edward Cullen giving me a ride caused my stomach to twist in knots. He couldn't even stand me! Why in the world would he even offer?!

"Um. That's okay," I muttered with furrowed brows, obviously puzzled.

"No. I insist," he urged, locking eyes with me.

I gulped nervously. "I'll pass. Thanks."

He exhaled loudly before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Why are you being so difficult?! Just let me give you a ride!"

My mouth hit the floor. "I don't want to ride with you, Cullen!"

"Why not?!" He asked harshly, earning a few wary glances from a couple students.

He can't be serious. "Well, let's see. For starters, you've been nothing but a dick to me since we met. Seriously! You act like you despise me half the time. When you're not concerning yourself with hating me, you're ignoring me. It's not hard to see why I wouldn't want to ride in a car with you!"

His eyes threatened to bulge from their sockets. That same look of hatred washed over his face, twisting his features into a grimace. Emmett and Alice walked in and practically skipped to their seats.

"Hey, hey guys," Emmett bellowed with a boyish grin as he plopped in his chair.

Edward Cullen glowered at me which I returned in full force.

"I can't stand you," he practically growled.

"Ditto," I spat back.

Emmett and Alice looked between the two of us with curious expressions. Emmett let out a low chuckle.

"What did I miss?" He asked, clearly amused.

"Nothing," Edward and I responded in sync, though his tone was much harsher than my own.