Ok, so here's my new story and I hope that everyone likes it! I'm writing this one alone, but am kinda stealing the power thing from my other story, because I can't think of anything as good as that. I hope this story is better than the other one. Ok, enough rambling here's the story.

I own nothing but my OC'S and the storyline. This story is copyrighted and no material from this story should be used without my written consent.

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

-Green day boulevard of broken dreams.

Pain. That's a single emotion that I can identify, it hurts, not physically but emotionally. Oh, and boredom. I smile slightly to myself. I'm bored.

I watch as the scenery blurs past my car window; we speed through the rain from the airport in Seattle to a tiny town, barely known to man called La-push. I smile to myself again. This time, a male copy of myself, my twin brother sees. He looks at me and then tells my mum that she should have insisted that I had therapy in London before we came here. He smiled slightly too as he read my thoughts. That way I'd be 'sane' before I met his new friends. Friends that he has yet to meet.

But he knows that he'll fit in, he's already a part of them. A part of the 'pack' as they like to call it. But me? You have to realize I'm special, I don't have a disability or 'condition' but I'm dangerous. I smirk to myself. People are scared of me; werewolves like my brother are scared of me, my parents, doctors, nurses. They have no need to be, they have no need to be at all. I feel a slight pressure on my hands and I look down to find that my brother has squeezed them slightly, I return the pressure, and he smiles again.

But they never listen. So they'll never know.

Our gleaming black Jaguar pulls to a stop outside a family-sized home. Our home. Pssshh. Like that's going to happen. I glance around but it doesn't interest me. I wonder briefly what people watch would think. A family of four getting out of an expensive car, an old-looking male in the passenger seat, and attractive red-head woman in the passenger, a teenage boy and girl in the back, maybe they'd think we were a perfect family. We money, jobs and looked like a normal family. 'People' were wrong.

We were far from normal; a muscular guy that looked like an exact replica of my brother was already waiting for him outside new 'home.' I saw an attractive female with him. My brother, who I should probably tell you is named Zack, is already out the car, walking towards them. They're smiling at him, weird. They were actually happy to see him, the man was happy to have another member to his large pack that protected this tiny town. Protect them from what you may ask, well to protect them from people like me. Dangerous people, who aren't understood. He's reached the people now and they're all greeting him and my parents, I take my time getting out the car and dusting myself down. It was a long journey and I wasn't in a particular hurry to meet these people.

I began walking towards them, my black converse splashing slightly in the puddles. The man, alpha, I presumed looked familiar. Sam, he was our cousin but due to the fact we had lived in London for the past 17 years, and only rarely visited during summer, we weren't close.

I reached the group and looked at Sam, the female that was beside him had three long scares down her face, but otherwise she was beautiful, as I approached he pulled her behind his big frame, hiding her from my view as if looking at her was going to kill her.

I ignored the pain that stabbed at my heart, I should have been used to it by now, no-one I'd meet that knew what I was liked what I did, I didn't either.

But they never listen. So they'll never know.

I offered a small smile when I looked up at Sam. That's right, my 5'7 frame had to stretch to look up at a guy, weird because I barley had to look up to see the eyes of my last boyfriend-

Never mind, past boyfriends were a touchy subject for me.

"Hi," I say as I reach the group.

"Hey Ruby," Sam said. I didn't get a smile, not even a fake one. Bastard.

But there was really nothing I could do about it, I knew that my mother had spoken to these people that she had told them what I was, probably exaggerated the whole thing and made it bigger than it was. You see, she didn't let me tell my story, tell them what I really was, and now they wouldn't listen.

I look pointedly to the female hidden behind Sam; she looks around his massive frame and at me.

"Hi," I smile a genuine smile at her.

"Hi you must be Ruby. I'm Sam's wife Emily, and this is our son Carter." She looked adoringly at the 9 month old squirming in her arms. I smile again, out of the corner of my eye I see Sam frown, he turns to our mother, "anyway we just came to say hello and see Zack, and we'll see you later for dinner." He rumbles at my mother. Ouch, well that hurt. They say their goodbyes and walk down the road.

I turn and walk into the huge house. It was time to navigate my room.

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An hour later I looked around my room which I had painted a dark red color, there was a four poster double bed with a black frame in the middle, black sliding doors leading into a walk in wardrobe, a dresser and desk, and another black door leading to a bathroom. But my favorite part of the room was the conservatory type thing at the end, it had sliding doors leading to it and in it was a red hammock. This would be, my place, this entire room was mine, all I needed was my mini fridge then I wouldn't have to leave it.

There was a knock on my door. "Come in," I called. My dad walked in, taking in the room.

"Well, it's looking good," he said smiling slightly. He looked at me, "you know Sam wasn't trying to be rude earlier, he was just trying to protect Emily."

My dad could read me like an open book and I hated it.

"He didn't need to, I wasn't going to kill her, you know dad it would have been nice if mum could have kept everything to herself, now everyone in this bloody town thinks that they're going to die if they stay in the same room as me for more than 5 minutes. And it's all thanks to her." I finished my rant and looked at him.

He simply shook his head and closed the door as he left. I sighed and looked at the clock on the dresser. Our conversation lasted three minutes.

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Some two hours later I walked down stairs and into the open floor living room, my mum and dad were talking on the couch and I saw a large blackish wolf blur past into the forest, Zack was on his run.

"Ruby," my mum's voice asked, "we'll be going to dinner in half an hour why don't you change into a nice dress."

Dress? That was like asking me to stop breathing, better keep that to myself I was already grounded for being 'lippy' to my mum. Her words not mine.

"Yeah mum, I don't really think I'm going to this dinner."

"Well why not, there are people your age there." She replied smiling slightly.

"you know why, I mean these people are werewolves, whom you told that I was dangerous and unstable, they now hate me and haven't met me before and it's your fault, I'm not gonna be in a room full of judgmental, arse licking people."

And with that happy note I turned and walked out the front door.

"And just where do you think you're going young lady?" my mum demanded.

"For a walk, you can tell everyone at the dinner that I got pissed off and tried to burn down the house and needed time to cool off."

I walked quickly away from the house; I needed to breath and just calm down. Ten minutes late I heard water and realized that I had reached the beach; it was drizzling but not pissing down with rain. Yet. I flopped onto a piece of dry sand and stared out into the ocean as Green day 'Boulevard of broken dreams' started playing.

I began to think about how fucked up my life was; my boyfriend was a psycho who couldn't take a break up and had tried to kill me. My hand immediately dropped to my stomach, where a long ugly scar marked me forever.

I thought about how my parents didn't really care about me or respect me, they didn't believe that I could go very far in the world, they didn't think that my ability to draw was a useful talent.

And finally I thought about what I left behind in London, I had left behind people that cared, people that were my friends, people that were actually there and believed in me and thought that I was amazing.

I looked around the beach, it was nearly deserted, the wind scared people away, and I hugged my hoodie around me and shivered, realizing just how cold it was.

I got up and just began walking near the water keeping my head down. Suddenly I collided with something that was a whole lot bigger than me and a whole lot warmer, I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared for a meeting between me and the sand. But it never came, the giant (no idea what the hell his name was) was chuckling; I opened my eyes to see that he had wrapped his strong muscular, (hot) arms around my waist to keep me from falling.

I felt heat rise to my pale, freezing checks and waited as he pulled me upright.

"Er, thanks?" I asked looking up to see this Greek god looking down at me with an amused expression all over his face. I looked into his eyes and froze, the world seemed to stop and nothing mattered, he was looking at me with such love and adoration that it hurt. His brown eyes stared into my green one's never looking away. I pulled my gaze away, and glanced at the ocean. When I looked back he was still looking at me.

"Uh, so do I get to know my savior's name?" I asked trying to make conversation.

He closed his mouth, and all of a sudden his expression went from love to anger, his hands began trembling and something in my brain clicked.

He gave me one more pointed look before sprinting off down the beach in the direction that he came.

I sighed and walked off the beach, it was time to go back to the house. On the walk back I thought about this guy, he was tall and muscular, he had tanned skin and was running a temperature, he also looked at me like how Sam looked at Emily, and his hands started shaking. Werewolf. Mystery hot guy who I meet was a werewolf and probably part of the La-push pack, oh and I think he imprinted on me, but that might have just been my brain hoping that for the first time in a long time something good was going to happen to me.

So there it is, what do you think? Please review and tell me, I do answer nearly all of my reviews so yeah.