A/N: hey people!

I am really sorry about the long wait.

There is more cursing in this chapter.

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"Dad? I'm home!" I call out as I enter my house.

Dad looks up from his newspaper and smiles. "Where were you?"

"I was at a friend's house." I answer throwing my shoes into the corner. "His name is Lucas Oxenstierna and he's new at school."

"Oxenstierna." Dad repeats. "Is he the son of Berwald and Tino?"

I looked up at him surprised. "Yeah, how did you know?"

Dad smiles. "Your mother and I went to high school with them. Always liked Tino, very small and cute little man."

"I liked them both." I said. "They seem very nice and happy that I'm friends with Lucas."

Dad was playing with the ends of his scarf. "Friends. How exactly are the two of you friends?"

I roll my eyes. "Dad. We just met. Give that some time."

In an effort to change the subject I look towards where the kitchen once stood and blinked. It was completely fixed.

"When did you have the time to do this?" I asked entering the new kitchen.

"Oh I know a few people that owed me a few favors." Dad said following me into the kitchen. "Please do me a favor and leave the cooking to me."

"I said I was sorry dad, I was just trying to help."

"I know and there is nothing wrong with that." Dad said patiently. "Just…try to help in other ways that won't end up in having the power of atomic bombs."

"I'll try dad, I'll try."

I was tired. After having a nice dinner with my dad in our new kitchen I went upstairs like a good girl to my room to do my homework and study for my upcoming tests.

And if by do my homework I meant quickly scribble something that looked like the homework that had been assigned to us in five minutes, give a quick glance at the notes for the tests, and then immediately log onto the new computer that my dad had got me to play video games then yes, that is exactly what I did.

Lucas had given me his screen name in a lot of the online video games that we played together so that we can team up and play together.

I don't know where the time went really. When I logged onto the computer my clock read about seven o clock. When I looked at it again, and I swear only five minutes had passed, it showed that it was nearly one in the night.

After saying a quick goodbye to Lucas with a promise that we would meet again on the internet I logged off, and whispering thanks that it was Saturday tomorrow, I slipped into my loving and wonderful bed.

I snuggled into my covers. My loving bed. He never lied to me once. Always offering comfort and love in its soft existence.

Soon enough I was asleep and not soon enough I woke up.

There was a disturbance in the force. Something very bad was happening at this exact moment. Something I cannot explain.

My eyes scanned around the room and once they found just what was wrong they widened.

Mother. Fucking. Son. Of. A. Bitch.

Edward fucking Cullen was standing in the corner of my room staring at me.

Without warning I leap from my bed and tackle the asshole to the ground.

I really hope that I broke his spine when I landed on him.

Curling my hands around his neck I squeezed tightly while hissing "What the hell are you doing in my room?"

It is way too early, or late depending on the way that you want to look at it, to deal with this shit.

My dad appeared in the doorway; apparently he heard everything, water pipe in hand.

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "What is going on here?"

I motioned with my head towards Cullen. "I found him in my room staring at me daddy."

"Breaking and entering my house." Dad said. "Entering my underage daughters room. Staring at her while she is asleep. I believe that is all I need."

He crossed the room and took Cullen by the throat. "I will take care of him Lisa." he said. "Please go back to sleep. There is no need for you to be awake."

I smile and kiss my dad on the cheek. "Alright daddy. Make sure it's painful enough from the both of us."

"I will. Goodnight."

"Goodnight daddy."

With that I settle back into my bed. I can hear dad taking Cullen into the forest and soon enough I am deep asleep with Cullen's screams of pain filling the air.

Such a nice lullaby.

Ivan was humming as he dragged Cullen by his hair. The boy was whimpering and was a stuttering mess as Ivan continued to pull him by his hair.

While taking the car would have been faster, he will admit, it would also have to mean that he would have to dirty his car with the stink of the Cullen boy.

He had just washed the car after all.

Walking up to the Cullen house he knocked on the door. Almost immediately it was thrown open.

Ivan smiled. "Hello. I am here to deliver a package." he said holding Cullen up still by his hair.

"Edward!" one of the girls screeched. Ivan scrunched his nose at the annoying sound. The other 'vampires' crowded around Edward.

"I found him in my daughters room watching her." Ivan said. "He should be thankful that I didn't kill him."

The blonde girl snorted. "As if you could kill us."

Ivan smiled and it seemed to send chills down all of their spines. "Do you honestly think that I couldn't?"

"Now then." he said turning. "You pathetic excuses for vampires will have to excuse me. I wish to go home and sleep."

"What the hell do you mean pathetic excuses for vampires?" one of the boys demanded.

Ivan sighed and glanced back at them. "I mean exactly what I said. I don't understand where you get off calling yourselves vampires."

"We call ourselves that because it's what we are."

Ivan sneered. "Really? Please do tell me where does it show that vampires drink from animals unless it is a last resort? And do please, pray tell me where it says that they sparkle?"

The sneer deepened. "You are just as I said. Pathetic. Excuses for vampires."

He turned once more to the direction of his home. "Now I will go home. And boy." he said glancing over his shoulder. "Stay away from my daughter if you know what is good for you."

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