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I woke with my head pounding. I lay on a couch that was just about as comfortable as Flyboy's. The first thing that I checked, as usual, was my hair color. It was the curly dark brown, almost black hair that was my natural color. As I stretched, I changed my features back to the way I was used to: Flaming red hair, and four inches shorter than I really was. Yet my eyes stayed the same, bright, piercing blue. They were the one thing that reminded me of my former life as a good little foster child. The one that didn't murder anyone or change into strange animals and went by the name Danielle Paige Johnson. My name's Delilah Phoebe Jamison, I

 My life officially sucks.  I'm twenty-one with no job, no money, no family, and living off my best friend's money that he makes from the band. Lovely. Good job, Del. I hit the floor with a dull thump. Flynn, AKA Flyboy, had let me stay over again. His lumpy, uncomfortable couch was basically mine, seeing as I spent basically every night on it. I couldn't afford an apartment, and he didn't mind. Obviously he wanted me to get a job, though. Paying the rent was tough for him. He didn't make all that much from the gigs he gets about once a week. Plus, he deserved better. The pipe's leaked, and I'm sure it didn't pass any of Manhattan's healt

I don't know what happened to Danielle, what the cover story was. Even though I tried not to pay attention to the newspapers I saw on the streets for the few days I was out there. Somehow, Social Services found me, but they didn't know I was Danielle, of course. But they put me in with another pair of foster parents and I started my new life as Delilah Phoebe Jamison. At first, it was a hard change. I used to stay awake whispering my real name to myself; whispering to myself that my last foster parents were dead. That I had killed them, and they were never coming back. It was comforting, for the first few days. But then I realized something

I'm not human. I'm wanted for murder. I'm a foster child. Delilah Phoebe Jamison isn't my real name. I don't even look like you think I do. Curious? Yeah, I figured. **** Nineteen years ago, Maryse Lightwood had her first child. Now, I know what you're thinking. Aw, baby Alec! No; a baby girl. Maryse was delighted, but there was something off about her. They had still been in the Circle, you see, so Valentine had direct access to Maryse and her unborn baby. Valentine had fed the mother the drinks mixed with lycanthrope blood, saying it would make the baby strong, and healthy. Of course, they took it willingly. Soon after the Danielle

After changing into some jeans and tennis shoes, the three of us headed down to the clearing, Nessie leading the way. I was talking the whole way, telling them about what had happened with Emmett, and how weird everything looked, how fun the strength and speed were. In no time, we were at the clearing. Caine and Carlie, whom had been tossing the baseball out in the field, came running towards us as soon as they saw me. I knelt and wrapped my arms around both of them, rocking them back and forth gently. "You didn't miss me too much, did you?" I chimed. "Of course we did!" came Caine's reply. I laughed and gave them both a peck on the cheek

Both of them talked about a thunderstorm and a baseball game. I didn't listen, pulling the jacket tighter around me. Obviously Seth could still be around me, he just didn't choose to be. I was a monster. Hell, so was he. Then again, he didn't kill to stay alive. Alice had a little hissy fit when she saw me, covered in blood and wrapped in Jasper's jacket. Edward laughed. "Feisty one, huh?" "Oh, yeah. You should've seen her. It was amazing," Emmett said. I followed Alice upstairs before I could hear him telling them his side of the story. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear it. Of course, even upstairs I could still hear him. I glar

And it ended, almost abruptly, leaving me gasping for breath. An eerie silence settled all around me, only the trickle of the stream far away reaching my ears. I opened my eyes, and just stared. Colors swirled. Everything was so… vivid. I reached out and plucked a pedal of grass from the ground. Something whimpered. I jumped up, into a crouch, and suddenly felt stupid. What the hell was I going to do, exactly? Well, whatever it was, it felt right. And that's when the smell hit me. Wet dog. I snarled a little, and then finally realized what the hell I was looking at. A grey dog, with oddly familiar blue eyes. I tilted my head to

Aro's footsteps echoed against the stone floor. He put his cold hand against my cheek, and I sucked in a quick breath, flinching away from the coldness of his hand. I was use to Seth's or Nessie's hand touching me; all of the Cullens cleverly avoided my touch. I heard a growl behind me. Seth, I figured. I shut my eyes tight, forcing myself to stay still. I forced my mind to wander. This room was much too small for all of us to fit in it. The three that thought they were kings, two evil twins, whom seemed to take an interest in Caine and Carlie, and two figures in grey cloaks. One clutched Aro's robe, and followed him around like a lost pup

 So the twin's delivery went perfectly, even though I cleverly avoided being there with Nessie. And later, I found I was godmother, which in some weird way made Seth godfather. I was shocked that Nessie would trust me as much. But apparently I did well enough. Seth arrived at my window one night, and I glanced up from the book I was reading. He looked shaken, obviously ready to get back to the rest of the pack. "Nessie's run off somewhere. Jake's sent us off looking for her. Billy needs help looking after the kids, will you come?" Of course I would come! What a stupid question. He phased and I climbed on his back. After I had buried my