a Recap: She watched the flames until nothing was left but the charred skeletal structure of the car before leaving.

Unknown POV

With a sharp, slamming-of-a-door noise a lanky, black-haired self-proclaimed "eboy" appeared and stared at the wrecked sight.

After a few moments of still inactivity, he warily made his way closer to the burnt carnage.

It was a deeply disturbing sight and yet the young teenager's face was merely contemplative.

His grey eyes took in the cars unfortunate embrace with a thick evergreen, and the several skeletons that were positioned in the charred remains of the vehicle...as if staged. One body was slumped against the window, the arm hanging out of the window; its hand cupped as if still holding something. The driver's detached skull lay buried into the tree's center while his body, his bones really, was still lurched forward. Upon further inspection there was another body in the back, the tattered remains of a varsity jacket barely visible.

This body lay across the seats with the arms behind his head. A smaller set of bones lie curled up beside it. The only identifying items that remained was a blackened necklace.

Curiously enough, aside from the drivers' skull, the heads of all of the passengers were missing.

A hacked cough broke the eboy's silent observation; startled the kid jumped and whirled towards the direction of the sound.

Tanya Denali was vain.

But not obnoxiously so. Time and circumstances had hardened her perception. She was born in Russia, her motherland.

She didn't have much, in terms of memories from her human life, but the few she did have with her were precious. She knew she came from a noble family served by willing and envious servants.

Her most vivid memory was the slaughtering of her entire family and servants in the basement of their house in Yekaterinburg. Her weakest memory was of her only brother, Lexie a toddler, and his first attempt to walk towards her.

Something or someone had recused her from surviving the same fate as her family because the rest of her memories were of different faces and vibrantly green and muddy backgrounds.

Her memories of before held vague implications of a grand house or houses surrounded by long stretches of fields. A few of her 'green' memories were filled with hunger, pain, and struggling life as a young paid companion in exchange for food and temporary shelter. Her innate sense of vanity as a child saved her from dying off in starvation and later saved her yet again from the damnable dredges of humanity.

Tanya was proud of her vanity. It had sculpted and molded her entire life and now, it transformed along with her into a sort of Succubus-six-sense-and continued to guide her.

Which brings her back to the present. Tanya smiled in a way that made her audience feel slightly exhilarated before continuing her investigation.

"Hello, again Tatiana, Ancient leader of Denali Pale faces. What brings you to my *Plane?"

"Hello, again Kaheleha, First Great Spirit of the Quillayute Clan. May I accompany you on your Plane?"

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Bella woke up hungry.

This was a deep sated hunger that scraped unforgivably against her stomach.

Or was it her baby that was hungry and she was merely feeling it too?

Temporarily confused and a little embarrassed at her lack of anatomical knowledge extending into the realms of pregnancy, Isabella shrugged off her thoughts and preceded to wander towards the smell of food.

Her head felt sluggish as if she had taken a brief nap only to wake up extremely later in the day. Which had happened of course? She didn't pander as to why she had slept so late, with Edward now gone it was obvious that this is how she would spend her days until her beloved misguided husband returned to her.

To them.

She didn't use her once highly noted skills of observation to deduce as to why she moved with ease through the dark. Strange red flags kept blaring warning signals, only to be politely yet violently shoved into a reserved space in the back of her mind.

She didn't care. The budding observant individual that had begun to emerge from her quietly awkward teenage years was sadly cut too short in its descent into flourishing.

Isabella's feet had taken her to the kitchen where a lovely vampire, Red Eyes appeared to be wrestling food into submission. Fascinated and feeling oddly light-hearted, considering the fact that her depression was looming over her heart so heavily , Isabelle unsuccessfully tried to hide her snickering behind her hand.

Somewhat startled Red Eyes blinked at her owlishly before relaxing and pointing to a seat behind the kitchen's short island bar.

"Whats a vampire-like you doing in a mortal's poor kitchen?" Isabella snickered as she settled into her backless chair.

Red Eyes raised an eyebrow before sighing and laying off her assault against the kitchenware. "I was attempting to cook food. After you failed to take up after your little 'nap' I knew you would need nutrients."

Isabell felt her face stretch into an unfamiliar position. It oddly made her feel a bit more fatigued despite the significantly less muscles used. Red Eyes was looking at her in such a strange way that she wished she had a mirror. Ah well.

Red Eyes cleared her throat before floating near her and presenting the fruits of her intense laboring with little fanfare. Look down Isabella barley realized the strange concoction she was being offered.

Red Eyes had placed a small glass of wine, and a plate of what looked like poorly cut, red meat that was oddly burnt in some places.

Isabella looked back up into Red Eyes for a long moment before taking the offered utensils and daintily slicing up bite sized pieces.

As she ate, Red swiftly cleaned the kitchen humming to herself. When Isabella finished, she felt pleasantly full and oddly rejuvenated. Pushing aside her unwanted observations, she rose to clean her dishes only for Red to shoo her away with clear directions to go sit down.

Willfully unaware of the pheromones being pumped slowly into her, Isabella sagged down into the couch her eyes fluttering for a full minute before finally sleeping.

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Red leaned down over her vulnerable form, delicately extracting her fangs into the soft flesh of Bella's neck-

"Noooooooo!!"

Jacob woke up.

His throat burned with the urge to snarl his displeasure into the afternoon badly. His torso was drenched in sweat from both adrenaline and the unfortunate restrictions of a broken AC. Itchy tangled and matted Hair clung to his lower back and cheeks in several places. Trembling with the confusing mixture of fear and anger, he sat up in his bed and proceeded to run his fingers through his hair while he practiced his breathing exercises. He didn't need to run off his emotions, but fuck, how he wanted to.

He'd been having an absolute shit fest of nightmares lately. Damp from his own demons but grateful to the fact that his canines had fully retracted he made his way to the shower. Hopefully this time he would scrub his skin hard enough to erase the way it felt to hold her cold body against his naked torso.