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It's been twenty years since Reneseme's and Jacob's wedding, and since, they have had a child. Zander and his parents have moved to Chicago in hopes of having their own lives away from the larger portion of the Cullen coven, but what happens when Zander trys to help someone differnt? Kim and her brother Tony have been disowned and are living on the streets, what happens when they try to keep their secrets too safe, and from a very interesting person?

The summary's a little confusing, sorry about that. Just read and see what happens.

1. Run For It

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"Come on, come on!" I coaxed as the men walked out of the shop. I didn't want to have to do this, but considering the situation that my brother Tony and I are now stuck in, it's really just to keep us alive for the next couple of days.

"See you later Bill." One of the men called as he walked away under the streetlights.

I took a deep breath, I didn't want to steal this stuff, but there was no avoiding it.

"Kim, come on, I'm hungry." Tony said from his hiding place behind a dumpster.

Shaking my head I walked onto the dark street, I still couldn't get over the fact that we were stuck on the street from now on because neither of us enjoyed being at home with our drunk of a mother who couldn't give a damn about us. She didn't even remember my name on a regular basis, usually it was just Girl. Tony she always call Boy, there was no personal identification at home.

I pulled my sweatshirt around me, the generic grey fabric not really helping keep me warm, and pulled the hood up over my head. I felt bad, wrong. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, there had to be some other way, but, well, life is life, and it takes a lot to change it.

I walked into the store, the owner was old, and from what Tony and I have seen all day, slow. He kept a cane behind the counter incase he needed to walk around and help someone. His hair was balding, and his blue eyes seemed to know everything that anyone could ever know. Once again my conscience was coming into play. There had to be another way out of this.

"Hello dear, what can I do for you?" The man asked when he noticed me.

I smiled kindly, "Just browsing, thanks."

He nodded and turned his back to me, working on some paperwork, probably inventory and receipts. This was so wrong.

I glanced around the store, ironically the largest loaves of bread were by the door, they had to be a good four pounds maybe, or that's how big they looked. I picked one up, it was wrapped in plastic wrap, and a price sticker of seven dollars even was stuck to it. I picked up two more, we needed the food, and I had no idea what we were going to do about this. Mom wasn't making any money, and we could hardly make it to school on the tiny budget that my job at Target paid. This wasn't going to work out. Nothing for me ever did.

I turned, pretending to be browsing another section before I slipped out the door before the man could turn around. I was past where Tony was hiding and we rounded the corner before we heard the old man shouting after us. Great; just great.

"Thief! Thief!" The man's shouts were small and strained, but I couldn't risk looking over my shoulder to find out if we really were being followed, or if there was an officer on call tonight.

"Where are we hiding out tonight?" Tony asked.

"With the other hobos and homeless in the park, where else?" I answered as I ran, it's not like we could afford a place of our own.

"Okay." He said sounding disappointed.

"What?" I asked as we rounded a corner onto a slightly busy street, forty or so people walking around; it was slightly busy for ten o'clock at night. We slowed to a walk and blended in with the small crowd, I was still on high alert though, there were people out here that could easily do worse than steal from the local bakery. "It's not like you want to go home and listen to mom snap at you randomly, and then have dad beat you is it?"

He cringed at my harsh question, and the memories it must have brought with it. "No, nuh-uh, never again."

We walked across the street to the park by the huge pond and found the tree we've been staying under recently. I sighed and handed him one of the loaves of bread before leaning against the trunk of the tree and tearing into my own meal.

Tony slumped to the ground, it had been a really long day, and considering it had been my day off, he had decided to skip school with me. I didn't want him to, but I couldn't convince him to go without me going too, something I didn't want to do. So, I had to let him come with me because there was no way I was sending him back to the house on his own.

I finished off half of my loaf of bread before it tasted bland and there was no difference in flavor. I sighed again and sat down next to him, both of us preparing for the cold night.

I dig out a couple of blankets and the pillow I had managed to shove into the hole of the tree trunk, they were dirty, but it was to be expected. There was no other way to keep things safe out here when you're living with people who are lucky to find a blanket and pillow to sleep on. Tony opened his backpack and pulled out his own pillow along with a few gallon sized zip lock baggies for the bread. We put our food away, placing it back in his sack, and then threw his bag into the tree trunk.

I settled down on the dry grass and pulled the blanket on top of me, it was supposed to be cold out tonight. I'd have to run home tomorrow and get more clothes and blankets for the next week or so.

"Kim?" Tony asked a few minutes later.

I turned towards him, tucking my auburn hair behind one ear, "Yeah?"

"Are we ever going to get out of here? Will we ever be happy again?"

I didn't know. I wanted us to be. I so badly wanted us, almost needed us, to be happy again, to be safe again, and to not have to steal to survive. It was wrong to do so. I didn't want to admit to him that we may not be happy again, that we might not get out of this position, he was only thirteen. I couldn't crush his hopes like that. "Yeah, Tony, we'll be out of here by December."

"Where will we go?"

I stretched, "Some nicer area of the city, Chicago is easy enough to deal with for now, and it's too far of a drive to get to another city."

He nodded, rolling over to face me and pulled his blanket over him, "I'd like that."

I ruffled his hair, "I know. I know. Now get some sleep. We've got another long day tomorrow."

He nodded and lay back down, trying to sleep this time. I felt so bad for him, for dragging him into my decision to get away from my mother and father, it was wrong of me to do so, but I had just had enough. It was the only thing I could think about doing at the time, it was stupid, but there was no going back. We were better off on our own.

* * *

It was past one in the morning when I heard the voices walking towards our spot. I never actually fully slept, it was too dangerous. I doubt that Tony did either, but I liked to try and believe he did. It was times like this I was glad that I had always been a light sleeper.

I looked down one of the dark paths to see a few figures walking towards us. They were all men, I could tell that much, but I couldn't tell if they had noticed us in the dark yet. I stayed as still as possible, waiting for them to notice Tony or me.

They were talking too quietly to hear, but one of them turned their attention towards us. This wasn't good. I stayed as still as possible, averting my eyes and pretending to be asleep as they approached us. I heard Tony roll over, but there wasn't another sound until I got kicked in the ribs.

I was sitting faster than the men had expected, clutching my throbbing side. That really hurt. I glared daggers at them.

"Well, how you doing sweetheart?" One of them asked.

I stood, still glaring.

"Oh come on, don't be like that." One of them said. It was too dark to make out their faces. "We just wanted to talk to you."

They started to move closer, forming a semicircle around our tree. I continued to glare at them as I backed up until I hit the bark, they had me pinned.

Tony stirred and mumbled something. A couple of the men turned their attention to him momentarily, but didn't bother doing anything. I held my breath as they continued to move closer, there was no way out of this one. There was no way I could fight off five of them, it just wasn't humanly possible.

I heard the shouts before I saw who was running, "Get away from her!"

My head whisked to the right to see a tall figure running towards the men surrounding me, and then, that figure was in front of me. How had that happened so fast?

The guy had his arms spread out, as if he was blocking me from something, I couldn't make out what he looked like exactly, but he had to be over six feet tall. There was no way that this person wasn't an athlete.

One of the men from the group laughed, "What are you gonna do kid? Call your dad?"

The figure in front of me stiffened, and he growled at the men. I felt my eyes bug, this was way too weird for me.

Tony stirred again, probably from the noise, and I glanced down at him and met his eyes. He was just as terrified as I was; all I could do was shrug slightly, trying to hide the motion from the group surrounding us. I honestly had no idea what was going on anymore. There was no way to really comprehend it.

The men snickered and took another step in, making the circle slightly more claustrophobic, and the figure in front of me growled again, deeper and more aggressive this time. Alright, I was officially creeped out for one night. This growling stuff was not normal.

Silently, I slipped my left hand, the one that wasn't clutching my side, into the hole of the tree, I felt around until I felt my own backpack that we had left here for the day, it had probably about three text books, and four binders in it for school tomorrow, it was close to fifty pounds, something that would easily knock someone unconscious.

The boy in front of me said something that I couldn't make out, and the men around us trembled, and they weren't being sarcastic. Suddenly, the figure that was in front of me was behind one of the men in the group. He had the man in a headlock easily. No one had expected that.

The group fled as if their lives depended on it, the man who had protected me turned to watch them run before letting the guy he was still holding go. I felt something brush my arm and turned to see Tony standing with his pack over his shoulder. I knew what he wanted, nodded once, and we took off in the opposite direction before whoever the man was could turn around.