This bitch is being revised. Some stuff is going to change, not the plot or anything major, just small stuff and, as always, my horrible grammar because re-reading this for the first time in a long time made me cringe in horror.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

I let out an irritated sigh.

To say I was angry was an understatement, I was furious.

I had to hobble my way home- on crutches- because someone didn't pick me up. It's not like my anger wasn't justified, he said he was going to pick me up. I just knew I should have gotten a ride from Meg when he was twenty minutes late, but he always does what he's says he's going to do, so I had no reason to think he wouldn't be there.

I let out a string of profanities as I dropped my books for the hundredth time. I couldn't wait to turn sixteen, to not have to rely on my best friend for a ride home. Normally I would walk without complaint, but the fact that I had sprained my ankle complicated things a bit.

I was about two blocks from my house when I dropped my books again but this time I raised my head to the sky and thanked god for the opportunity to hate his guts. Of course, that's when the rain came down in buckets.

"As if my day could get any worse." I mumbled to myself as I bent down and picked up my school books.

When I straightened up I noticed a figure leaning against a tree a few feet away from me. Even though his figure was blurred by the rain, I could make out his red hair was plastered around his face, wet from the rain, and that his angelic features looked like they had been craved from stone. His stark black eyes- such a bold contrast from his pale skin, that they made me flinch- were focused on me.

My day had just gotten a lot worse.

My breath caught in my throat as the red headed vampire smiled, his eyes filled with amusement and... hunger.

I finally understood why I didn't get a ride home today. He had been out in he forest chasing a vampire- this vampire.

God must hate me.

My anger dissipated in an instant, replaced by pure terror and I took a fearful step back, forgetting just for a second I was on crutches. I fell backward and hit the ground, panic flooding me as adrenaline pumped through my veins. It didn't take me long I realized my chances of living weren't good- they weren't very good at all.

The predator took a step forward.

Where was the Pack? I scanned the forest that surrounded the small gravel road as I scurried away from him, still on the ground. I winced in pain as my sprained ankle hit a large rock, but I was to busy scanning the forest for help to care much.

"No one's coming. No one cares what happens to you. No one can save you. It's just you and me." He said his voice rich, silky, and positively terrifying.

"You're wrong. The Pack will kill you. I'm not the one who needs saving, you are." I said trying to sound brave, fearless but I'm sure I didn't pull it off.

"I'm going to enjoy killing you and your precious Pack." He laughed.

"Help!" I screamed.

The predator just laughed at my cry and took another step forward.

Danger sunk into my skin, sending tremors along my skin. I grabbed my crutch and held it in front of me in a sad- and pathetic- attempt to protect myself. Of course, he batted it away as if it were nothing, which I'm sure to him it was. He stood above me, smiling down- his inhumanly white teeth sending shivers down my spine- as he reached down and grabbed the front of my shirt.

My one hundred-something pounds were nothing for his godlike strength and held me up like I was nothing, my feet unable to touch the ground. It wasn't in my nature to go down without a fight, and I twisted and writhed in his hold, feet flailing as I tried to escape. When that failed, as it was only bound to do, I lashed out and I kicked him with my good foot. Which succeeded in doing nothing but make him smile at me with cruel eyes, while I winced in pain in my foot caused by his stone hard skin.

With nothing left to lose, I did the only thing I could think to do. .

"Go to hell." I said, spitting in his face.

Enraged, he threw me, and with his impossible strength I went flying through the air, my stomach doing flips, only to land - skidding- on the gravel. The sharp gravel rocks cut into my flesh on impact, causing blood to flow to the surface.

The predator was practically frantic at the smell, and I took a little solace in that- at least my death would be quick, and really, at this point in time, it was all I could ask for.

I released my breath, sure that it would be my last.

Then, I heard the most beautiful sound in the world, the furious growl of a familiar werewolf.

The vampire headed toward me in a pale blur as gray wolf lept out of the forest. My weak human eyes had little time to focus on the wolf colliding with the vampire a foot in front of me before they were gone, moving much too fast for me to see. With a quick snap of the wolf's jaw the now-decapitated head of the predator flew into the forest on the other side of the road, and bounced into the springy ferns, quick as lightning.

Had I blinked, I'm sure I would have missed the whole thing.

The rest of the Pack shredded what was left of the vampire to bits while I was still laying on the road, my blood staining the dusty brown rocks a violent crimson as it ran in tiny rivers through the holes between the rocks. I took a deep breath and let the steady rain wash away all my panic, however, fear still pounded in my veins, no matter how much I willed it away.

I sucked in a deep breath and I'm sure air has never tasted so good. As I exhaled, my breath was shaky with relief.

The gray wolf bounded into the forest only to return a few moments later, human and clad in a pair of shorts that were worn from seeing one too many trips around the forest.

He didn't say anything as he bent down and picked me up carefully, leaving my school books and crutches behind as he headed into the forest toward his house. His warm arms held me as if I weighed nothing, much like the predator with his impressive strength, and he made no comment on my trembling. His silence was define, ensure by the taught muscles in his jaw. His black-brown eyes were fixed ahead, as he was making a conscious effort not to look at me.

As the adrenaline faded I started hyperventilating, coming to the full realization of what had happen. It's not everyday you come face to face with death itself and survive.

We made it to his house in no time, his steady pace eating up yards easily, and he gently set me down on his faded brown couch once we were inside. He left the room and I couldn't help the unreasonable panic I felt. I saw the vampire die before my eyes, and yet I had the paralyzing fear he was standing right behind me.

Embry returned exactly twenty-eight seconds later, carrying an armful of stuff.

I was so nervous I had actually counted every terror filled second.

He draped a blanket over my shoulders and handed me a brown paper bag, because I was still hyperventilating. I opened the bag hastily and proceeded to breathe heavily into it, letting crinkling of paper soothing me. The sound comforted me, whispering that I hadn't been attacked by a vampire, that everything was fine. As my breathing started to become more natural I noticed that my cuts were stinking and glanced up from the end of the bag to see Embry dabbing my wounds with hydrogen peroxide. He stared at my legs where vertical wounds were scared in my skin, the tiny soaked cotton ball in his huge fingers.

"Thank you." I said my voice rough and as shaky as I was. He met my gaze for the first time, but it lasted for only an instant before he tore his anguished eyes from mine.

"You shouldn't have to thank me. You shouldn't have been in trouble in the first place." He said, continuing to dab at my wounds.

"Yeah, cause it's my fault I got attacked by a vampire." I said sarcastically, sounding like a thirty year old chain-smoking truck driver.

"We should have been watching him closely." He said shaking his head, his eyes distant. "He was there one minute, and just gone the next. We were looking for him when I heard your voice." He closed his eyes. "It was close. Too close."

He handed me a water bottle, as if to say sorry.

I didn't know what to say to that, so I took a long sip of much needed water, and then another.

"I'm alive." I said after a third sip, my voice sounding much better than it had.

"You don't know how scared I was. Scared I would lose you. He could have killed you so easily." He said, wrapping my leg in gauze, covering the long gouges from sight.

"You can't believe how happy I was to hear a growl." I said resting my head against a pillow, suddenly exhausted. He chuckled, the sound forced instead of carefree.

The sudden metallic squeak of the screen door opening made me jump.

"It's just the guys. Don't worry." He said soothingly, noticing my skittish behavior and resting a hand on my arm to comfort me. I sighed at the warmth and the ease it brought me.

The guys charged in cheering and yelling and Embry rolled his eyes at their antics as Jacob sat down next to me, smiling down at me.

"Embry man that was awesome!" Collin cheered, I chuckled at his enthusiasm.

In a manner of seconds the entire Pack managed to squeezed into the small living room.

"Jade, that was sweet." Seth laughed. "You should have seen how pissed his face was after you spit in it."

"That was very clever, distracting him like that." Jacob said. "I've never seen Embry run so fast."

It was hard to tell with his copper skin, and it might have been my imagination, but I thought Embry blushed.

The Pack went through play by play of the action, yelling and cheering in their excitement. I relaxed back into the cushions and let all their voices become a soothing white noise in the back of my thoughts.

The car pulling into the driveway pulled me out of my lull, and I groaned waiting for the inevitable. The car doors opened simultaneously and the sound of my mother's worried voice melded with my father's reassurances. I turned my eyes toward the door and listened in for my mother's hurried footsteps on the sidewalk outside, but they were drowned out by a pack member whooping in triumph. I couldn't miss the squeaking of the screen door hing if I would have tried, and I winced as the sound grated on my nerves.

"Jade, honey are you all right?" My mother asked, slightly out of breath, as she barged in the already crowded room. My father upon sight of me -now assured that I was truly alive, and soon to be tended to by my mother- turned and asked the closest person to him, which was Brady, for a full account of what happened.

"I'm fine, Mom." I protested as she fussed over me. She couldn't fuss long before the back door squeaked open and I jumped as Claire burst in the back door.

I knew it was Claire, not because I could see her, but because Quil immediately ran to her.

"How are you feeling?" Claire asked upon entering the living room, Quil's arm securely around her waist.

"Like a mummy." I stated, which roused a few chuckles from the people listening.

Now that most of the excitement had died down, the Pack had gone from yelling to conversations and the white noise returned, settling on me heavily. My eyes drooped with exhaustion, and I rested my head back against the pillow with a deep breath, comforted by a room full of the voices of the people who cared the most about me, and relieved that danger was gone.

I don't even remember falling asleep.