Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, obviously.

Note: I don't know much about shelters and since this is a fanfiction. I'm just going to write one how it will work for my story so some of the information in this story might be false; please note that before reading further.

Italics= flashbacks and character's thoughts.

Whoo! First multi-chapter story!

Paul, at eleven years old, slowly crept though the silent building. He heard his heart stutter as he felt along the cold walls of the shelter. He had left his room after being unable to go to sleep in the new environment, giving up after tossing and turning until 2:30 in the morning. He made his way down to the kitchen on the main floor. He quietly thought to himself that this place was much scarier at night with the lights turned down and his path paved in darkness.

He groped with his tiny hands until he found a light switch next to the counter. As he flipped up the switch his eyes burned at the new light that flooded the area. He quickly filled a glass from the cabinet with flowing water from the sink. His sweaty hands turned the knob that had cold water coming from the faucet back to its original position, effectively cutting off the water flow. He grabbed the water glass, clutching it tightly in his hands. Turning back to the room he gasped, dropping the water glass he had come down to get.

There, sitting in a red loveseat in the carpeted room connected to the kitchen, was a girl around his age. She had black hair, so dark that in matched the color of the room that was not bathed in light, barely curling around her face; framing it. Her eyes, deep blue, twinkled up at him from behind the brown lenses of her glasses. She smiled.

"Sorry to scare you, I have sleeping issues. Let me help you clean up the water, wouldn't want Miss Humphrey to take a spill."

They silently giggled to each other and to themselves. Miss Humphrey, as the children called her, was the lady in charge of watching after the children during Get Together; as the shelter founded that the kids should be social with each other. She was a loud woman, who wore too much makeup, and smiled a little too much. The children secretly talked about her behind her back. As far as they knew, she had no idea.

They stayed quiet as they wiped up the mess, letting the silence wash over them in a comforting way. After they finished cleaning up the spill, and both Paul and the girl had new glasses of water, the girl sat back down in the loveseat, stretching her legs in the thin cotton nightgown she had on.

Paul, tired at that point began to leave, but before he exited the room, he turned to ask, "My name's Paul, what's yours?"

The mysterious girl smiled at him, "Silvia Grant."

Paul tied his jeans shorts onto his ankle with a small, flexible piece of rope, pulling the rope tight around his leg. After he made sure that the rope wouldn't fall off, he phased before running through the trees towards the leeches house.

Since Bella's freak baby happened Sam and Carlisle had made up because of the need to take out newborn vampires that had started sprouting up around Forks. If there was one thing that Sam hated more than the Cullen's it was someone-especially vampires-endangering their home.

Jacob still had his own pack with Leah, Seth, and his other friends, Quil and Embry. Jacob had been trying to force Seth to join back with Sam's pack because it would be safer for him. Paul snorted as the Cullen's home came into view. Jacob being selfless, yeah right, what was in it for him, everyone seeing him as the hero who 'saved' Seth? Paul mused to himself, and possibly to the others in Sam's pack that hadn't phased back yet, the only person who is more selfish than Jacob is me, but at least I admit it.

Paul felt his paws dig into the earth, effectively bringing him out of his thoughts. He relaxed his muscles as he reached the porch of the Cullen's, slowly down until he came to a stop, almost misjudging the distance. He quickly phased back into his human self. Phasing had become second nature to him at this point. He pulled on his shorts-wrinkled from tying them to his leg-not caring about whoever saw him naked. After phasing into front of the pack you became more comfortable with your body, whether you want to or not.

Paul sighed to himself being in the pack had been a lot easier before we started working with the Cullens again, hethought, remembering all the ridiculous fighting that had been going on. Sheesh, it's not like he could act all innocent, as he had been in the middle on a lot of the fighting. Even he, who practically lived to fight, was completely and utterly sick of Miss Princess Rosalie and her bodyguard pimp Emmett. It's like you couldn't take on one without the other, same with the rest of the Cullen eight. Note to self: Paul thought; don't let anyone tell you vampires aren't protective, more like obsessive really.

Paul walked up to the wooden door, not caring to knock, and just barged in.

"You're late." Sam glared at him.

"I noticed." Paul rolled his eyes. Only slightly less worse than the evil of Jacob, seriously Sam, get the stick out of your ass, it's not like you're my father. Already had one of those and it didn't end well. He was feeling particularly irritable, and right now he didn't need anyone pissing him off.

Sam growled under his breath, letting it go. He really wasn't in the mood for Paul's attitude.

"We were, or are, talking about a newborn vampire in the area. Alice had visions of her, and it seems like she's been feasting on innocent humans in the shopping area of Fork's at nighttime."

Paul swore he heard Edward chuckle. It was ironic, because while Edward had the power to read minds Paul could clearly tell what he was thinking. Something along the lines of: humans are innocent? You couldn't be more of an imbecile to believe something like that. Paul frowned at him until Edward wiped that shit eating grin off of his marble face.

Alice, ever, sprightly, popped up in front of them. "Yes, I just found out a couple days ago that she usually stays in hotels in Fork's and surrounding towns, but recently she has started sleeping in the woods."

Paul grimaced at the sound of her voice. In human ears it would sound lovely, but with wolf ears you could hear the slight keening note in her voice, grating on his eardrums and making them ring.

When he fully digested her words after the screeching, Paul smirked. He remembered Jake going bat crazy for Bella and staying out in the woods for months. Really, Paul couldn't waste an opportunity for a good dig after the punch he received for Jacob a week prior.

"I guess her and Jacob will have a good time sleeping out in the woods waiting for his dear Bella. Oh wait, oops, forgot that he moved on to Bella's baby daughter."

Jacob, like expected, lunged. Paul dodged as Jacob transformed into a full blown wolf in the Cullen's living room.

"Jacob, calm down." Sam yelled.

"Stay out of it." Jacob snarled, as he slowly made his way over to Paul, crouching as if ready to attack. "I'm going to kill you."

Really Jacob, you're going to kill me over something that is completely true? It was a comment. I could have killed you when you punched me in the face, but I refrained.

"Jakey," Paul opted to say instead, "You've really got to learn to control your temper."

Or else you're going to scar Nessie's pretty little face, but Paul knew that would be taking it too far, and only stopped from saying it because then Jacob probably would kill him. Not to mention what Sam would be thinking about because of that comment, probably his Emily, and Paul did have Sam as his Alpha.

"Jacob?" All of the eyes trained on Paul and Jake's fight turned to Nessie as she quietly walked over to Jacob. In her soft little voice she asked Jacob, "What's wrong?"

Jacob quickly morphed back into his human form before hugging her.

"Nothing sweetie, Paul and I just got into a little augment." He lifted her up into his arms, passing her to Bella when she asked for her.

Paul had to bite his lips to keep from laughing out loud, sweetie? Dang! Jacob is whipped by a third grader!

Leah sighed impatiently, "Can we please get back to what we were talking about," She turned to look at Paul, "I'm not sure that some of us have enough brain cells to remember what we were talking about."

Paul glared at her, "'Some of us', so you admit you're part of that group?" Paul grinned teasingly at her.

Carlisle cleared his throat, "Anyway, Alice, what else have you found out?"

Everyone simmered down when they heard him speak, though Leah and Paul each had a few choice words to throw at each other.

"Well," Her bubbly voice picked up again, "She has dark hair, black to be specific; and well…red eyes."

Paul and Leah let go of their egos long enough to realize the true risk at stake: human lives.

"I'm not sure if she has her own special gift or power, but I did find out her name." Alice smiled brightly at them in her accomplishment.

"Well, what is it." Paul asked.

"From what I know she hasn't changed it. I saw it on her old wallet that she kept. Silvia. Silvia Grant."

No…it can't be…

Paul felt his blood run cold.

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