I just finished reading The Host for what seems to be the millionth time, I cannot express how much I love it. Although I could not possibly make this story any better, I have the insane urge to write about it! I'm not sure how long this will be or where it's going to go, but for now read and review! I appreciate fellow fanfictioners' opinions...

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Disclaimer: these characters don't belong to me, Stephanie Meyer is the creator of it all!

I cocked my head to the side, the world was interesting from this perspective, especially from Pet's eyes. My eyes, I thought hastily.

Jared seemed to be standing against the rock face, Melanie crawled up it like an insect while Jamie watched her do so. Yes, interesting perspective...

"Wanda, pass me the-" Jeb's voice trailed off and I turned my head to look at him, straightening as I did so.

He wasn't looking at me, but seemed to be staring into the distance. Were the clouds visible behind me? Following his gaze and I found myself squinting against the rising sun. A brilliant splash of red covered the sky, silver strings outlining the fluffy clouds.

I felt sick.

It was surely a wonderful sight, to see the sun peaking from behind miles of empty sand, but it looked like a massacre to me. I was all too aware of my memories from Melanie's body, how could I forget something so horrid? They surfaced again, rising into my mind with a frightening clarity.

There was no way that I could say the images didn't bother me, of course they did. Only I knew that the anger and betrayal I felt upon their resurfacing was irrational.

I wanted to cower away from the emotions, shove them into a hole and bury them, so deep that nothing would ever find them. Yet there was one thing about the mind Pet had trained to work in a certain way that prevented me from shoveling dirt over my thoughts – there was a glitch. Where Melanie's mind and body had been strong, Pet was weak: she loafed over the painful, immersed herself in the emotions until she was drowning.

Melanie would never allow her body to feel this level of weakness and from what I recalled from her memories she had never allowed her teenage mind to do so either. Her strength had outweighed any callous grip of anguish.

Anger was what fueled Melanie when things became difficult, anger and love. Yet, unlike Melanie, the mind Pet had left was teeming in small sorrows that could break my fragile heart; somehow the joy buried there was enough to make me fly.

It was a crazy spiral of emotions and sensation inside of this body, I could not tell whether I should believe the feelings or disregard them.

Jeb cleared his throat, calling back my attention, and flashed a row of teeth, "Wanda, mind passing that bag?"

Monster? No, I don't see how I could ever regard him as a monster, not him or Jared, Jamie, Melanie... Ian. I felt my heart swell as I handed the small rucksack to Jeb, it was light, possibly empty.

"Where's Ian?" I questioned, going onto my toes so I could whisper my words to Jeb, despite the innocence question my cheeks warmed and I bit my lip.

Once again Jeb showered me in one of his special 'I know everything' grins, it served the purpose of inflaming my face, turning everything from the roots of my hair to the nails on my toes red. Then, for some insane reason, he shrugged and turned his back to me, leaving me to stew over the slight shift of his shoulders and the haughty chuckle that followed.

What was he hiding from me?

Cautious, I flattened my feet, shrinking once again to a size well below Jeb's six feet. I could hardly care less for my height, except for when Ian's lips looked kissable and I could not reach them. So why then did my shortness suddenly send a spiral of dread through my stomach?

I peeked around Jeb's shoulder, he was attaching something to the roof of the vehicle and seemed to be taking great care with it.

My knees bent and I shoved myself into the air, straining my neck to see, it was hopeless. Golden curls flew in every direction, blinding me. My head remained well below the required height for me to gain a glimpse of whatever Jeb was so attentive to. A sigh of defeat split my lips after my third failed attempt and I tried to glare at the large male before me, that too was useless.

"What are you doing?" Jamie asked, his sudden question made me squeak and his face contorted with laughter.

"Nothing," I lied, my cheeks heating again. He was getting taller, he would leave me in the dust at this rate. "Are you ready?"

Jamie's face lit up, his lips stretching wide, his eyes dancing in excitement. "Yeah, I can't wait, this is going to be epic,"

The mini-raid was going to be epic? A frown threatened to tug at my lips, but a grin won out. Jamie's joy was infectious, his light-hearted way more than any burden my mind may push on me. Just by being around him it felt like I had never been through a second of anguish or worry.

In truth, the raid could be pleasant, we were only going to grab some extra clothes for the new humans in the cave and perhaps snatch some snacks for the welcoming party Jeb insisted on throwing for the newest members.

"We must get some apples," I reminded Jamie suddenly, this body had the strange urge to eat them with peanut butter and I had heard Maggie expressing to Sharon that she missed the fruit. If I was lucky the treat would make the woman smile, she hasn't been very open with those lately.

"Apples?" Jamie frowned, then shrugged and resumed his grinning, "Sure, we're throwing a party tonight, I don't see why we can't." He looked over his shoulder then glanced back at me sheepishly, "I'll tell Jared," with that he bounded off, his feet scuffing up small clouds of red dust.

The tiny particles danced in the air, catching the last colourful rays of morning sunlight. For a moment a rainbow of yellows, oranges and reds twirled over the ground before residing as losing its colour as the sun fully emerged.

Even though the bright fire-ball had just come out of hiding, I could already feel the heat building, like a wave of tense energy rolling over the desert. It was cooler in the caves and my inexperienced body instantly felt tired from the heavy warmth.

I pushed golden wisps from my face, caught the mass of curls in a hand and held it away from my neck. My hair was light and soft, but it was also a curtain to trap heat and for some strange reason Melanie glared at me every time I tried to tie it up.

I glanced at my earlier body, she was wrapped up in Jared, clinging to his words and eyes hungrily devouring his face. I could remember that feeling, the scorching need to be around Jared, as if he were the very air I breathed. Funny how it felt so far away now.

Did a part of me miss it?

It was good to see them like this, for some time Melanie and Jared had fought, I was not sure of what but the coldness that had replaced their heat was enough to make my eyes fill.

So no, I was sure that with Ian at my side and Melanie at Jared's I would never need that heat. The heat belonged to that couple, as much as my being belonged to Ian.

Again I searched for my blue-eyed love, where was he? Jeb's shrug had been meaningless, his chuckle had given away that he knew. Why hadn't he told me? I would search for Ian on my own, I wanted to have a few moments alone with him before we left.

I turned my eyes from the embracing Melanie and Jared, the laughing Jamie and Jeb.

Urgency claimed hold of me, it seemed very important that I find Ian. My body, buzzed with latent energy and I skipped off towards the dark cave, because skipping was the closest to running my body could manage.

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