11-18-2014 update

Hello darlings! Sorry for not updating in a week! Writing this chapter was like pulling teeth for about halfway through it. The rest flowed flowed flowed like a river. Hopefully this stroke of luck carries into the next chapter and I'll be able to update sooner.

Again! Sorry for the wait!

Disclaimer: Don't own it!

"Did Edward like what I did to the mockingbirds?"

Charlie was yanking Carlisle out of the little room then. He tried to gather his thoughts but all that could emerge from his mouth was a growl. "What the fuck is going on here?"

Carlisle looked at a loss for words. "I need to call my son."

"No. You tell me why the fuck that…that thing in there knows Edward."

Carlisle ran a hand through his blond hair, trying to formulate what to say. "Edward has always been…inclined to certain things."

"That boy is with my daughter, Carlisle."

The doctor shook his head. "He wouldn't hurt her," he said with enough conviction to quell Charlie's worries. "He inherited it from his grandfather. Esme's father." Charlie looked at him with hard eyes, waiting for him to continue. "He has an overdeveloped limbic system."

"I'm not exactly a goddamn academic, Carlisle. You're trying my patience."

Carlisle stumbled. "The limbic system regulates emotion and memory. In Edward's case, he has heightened visceral responses to emotions. His extraordinarily high intelligence, coupled with his almost primal proclivities made for him being a very troubling child." Carlisle sighed tiredly. "He'd see doctors about it. They put him in a group home at one point, so he'd be able to interact with people like him. Jane was one of the other patien—"

"You're telling me that he's capable of what that girl has done?" Charlie thundered.

Carlisle held his hands up in supplication. "He is not."

"You said 'people like him', Carlisle!"

"They thought he was like them! Seeing that he didn't do well in the group home crushed that particular diagnosis. Quite quickly in fact. However, it seemed as if he'd made his mark on Jane."

"She can't be more than twelve years old," Charlie said confusedly.

Carlisle shook his head. "She's Edward's age. She has a disorder that makes her look like that. From what I can remember, Miss Jane Doe in there has sociopathic as well as delusional tendencies. She isn't capable of pulling off all that's been done."

"What are you saying?"

"There's more of them."


"Edward!" Esme cried upon answering her phone. "We've been trying to reach you for hours. The hospital is swamped. I haven't been able to get away and your father—"

"Mom! Tell me what's going on."

"Do you remember Jane Doe?"

A memory pulled him in.

Jane was dragging the little plastic butter knife against the surface of the table, back and forth, back and forth. Edward kept his eyes on his plate of slop, trying to keep his discomfort from showing.

"She's a darling, isn't she?" Eleazar murmured lecherously in his ear. He flinched away, baring his teeth at the growth that'd attached itself to his side from the moment he'd gotten to the house. Eleazar barked out a laugh, shoveling food into his mouth. "She's got no idea what's going on. Just living in her own little world," the boy whispered around a mouthful of gruel. "It's very…helpful during lights out."

"Yes, I remember," Edward muttered. "What's she got to do with anything?"

"She killed Bree Tanner last night."


Against his mother wishes, he sped towards the hospital. He wasn't happy about leaving Bella but he had to. He ran quickly up to his father's office, bursting in. His parents, as well as Charlie, spun upon his surprising entrance.

Charlie was looking at him cautiously; the things Carlisle had told him about Edward were bouncing through his mind. He could see it. The barely tethered wildness that reverberated the air around the boy. Charlie wondered how he'd missed it before.

"What's going on?" Edward demanded, clenching his fists and taking a wide stance after slamming the door shut behind him.

"Jane Doe killed Bree Tanner," Charlie said gruffly. "You know her." Edward flinched at the implications in the police chief's voice.

"I had nothing to do with this," Edward said through his teeth.

Carlisle stood from his desk. "We know that. Don't we, Charlie?" The doctor sent a warning look in Charlie's direction. The man hesitated, grappling with himself before nodding once.

"I want to talk to her," Edward said.

"I don't know if that's the best idea," Esme voiced.

Edward just barely kept himself from snarling. "People are trying to hurt Bella, mother."

Charlie relaxed ever so slightly at Edward's concern. "Let's just see how it goes," he suggested.


Jane had been moved from the ER to the psych ward. Her restraints were exchanged for a more appropriate straightjacket. Edward entered the room briskly and was followed by his father and Charlie. They stood in the background, letting Edward take the lead with the demented girl.

She stopped her humming and her eyes widened in delight. "Edward!" She bounced happily on the bed she was perched on.

"What did you do, Jane?" he murmured.

She frowned, eyes watering. "I was just playing," she said in a small voice. "Are you mad at me?" She sniffled.

"You…hurt someone."

"But she sang for me, Edward!" Edward flinched.

"Where are the others? Why are you doing this?"

"I can't tell you, Edward."

"Who else is there?"

Jane grinned gleefully. "It's a secret," she whispered.

"I'm losing my patience, Jane," Edward snapped.

The girl eyed him for a moment and Edward watched in dismay as consciousness faded from her eyes. She began to rock back and forth, falling into the pit in her mind and singing, "Hush little baby, don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird…"

Edward took one last glance at her before spinning and storming from the room in a huff. His nostrils flared in anger and he fought the urge to rip the door from its hinges as he slammed into the hallway. His father and the police chief were hot on his trail. Carlisle, none too gently, grabbed his son's arm and spun him to face the pair. "What was that?" he demanded.

Edward breathed hard through his nose. "That was Jane," he replied, shaking his head. "There'll be no getting through to her until she's ready again," he muttered.

"I need to know everything about her."

"I can't disclose that information without a warrant, Charlie," Carlisle replied.

Charlie fumed. "Is that a goddamn joke?"

Carlisle looked at him with a grim expression. "I'm afraid not, my friend. If we don't do this the right way, we might as well not even bother."

Charlie looked like he was going to argue, but Edward interrupted. "I can tell you what I know."


Bella groaned, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. Rosalie smirked into the novel she was reading, flipping the page. "Is there a problem?" she murmured at her brown eyed friend.

"Shouldn't he be back by now?" Bella griped.

Alice blew on her wet fingernails gingerly. "Relax, Bella. They'll all be back soon enough." Emmett and Jasper had gone to retrieve Jessica as per Edward's insistence.

Bella huffed and struggled from the sheets on Alice's bed. "I'm going to get somethin' to drink," she grumbled. Alice's tinkling laughter at her impatience followed close behind her.

Bella stumbled into the kitchen and began the process of making a cup of tea. She didn't get far before something outside the French doors caught her eye. She pushed the doors open and stepped out onto the patio. Suddenly, a large, warm hand was clapped over her mouth.


"Drive faster."

Emmett chuckled at the dark haired girl beside him. "Chill out, Jessi-cat. We're almost there," he assured over the heavy bass thumping through the car.

Jessica rolled her eyes and turned to look at Jasper. "How can you stand this?" she questioned, morbidly curious.

Jasper tilted his head, removing a bright orange wad of foam from his left ear. "What was that, darlin'?"

Jessica snorted a short burst of laughter before returning her attention to the bear of a boy who seemed to be going exorbitantly slow. "I thought guys drove faster than this. I thought that was their 'thing'." She used air quotes around the last word.

"Not when we've got precious cargo, lil' bub," Emmett grinned.

Jessica flushed slightly. "Jasper's not that important," she muttered. Emmett's responding laughter rumbled the car more than the music.

"Jasper'll be real torn up to—" The rest of Emmett's answer was cut short however. Jessica flung forward, her only saving grace being her seatbelt. Jasper wasn't so lucky. He was tossed, bodily, into the side door, smashing his head into the window with an audible thump. The vehicle skidded, and then collided with a concrete barrier. It caused the airbags to deploy, taking Emmett by surprise. He felt a sickening crunch as his nose took the brunt force of the airbags coming from the steering column.

Jessica's ears were ringing as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Foul smelling smoke filled the cabin of the car and the constant blaring of a horn was near deafening. She blinked owlishly as she worked her jaw, trying to pop her eardrums or something. Dazedly, she looked out her window to see a black van pull up.

Jessica groaned, "Emmett." She reached a trembling hand out to shove at the unmoving giant beside her. She watched through a haze as a dark figure approached the crumpled car. She struggled with her seatbelt upon noticing that the figure was masked. "Emmett!" she screeched, despite the pounding in her head. "Jasper," she whined, yanking on her seatbelt. It finally came loose and Emmett had started to groan.

"Jess…" he muttered, shaking his head. He winced at the tenderness he felt at the center of his face. He reached a hand up to feel, but Jessica was grabbing at him.

"Look!" she pointed at the slowly approaching figure.

Emmett's eyes widened and he reached back to shake Jasper. The blond haired boy roused with a moan of pain, reaching a tentative hand up to feel his head.

And then Jessica's door was being flung open and the masked figure was trying to yank her from the vehicle. She screeched and kicked as terror flooded through her.

"Help me!"

A/N: Yowzers. Lots going on here. And more to come!

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