DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight.

This is a sequel to Shooting Star which you can find on my profile, though you might be able to read this anyway :)

Thank you to my lovely beta, Kallmecrazy! Her stories are amazing, you should go check them out !

Enjoy...

"A 'black hole' is a region of space from which nothing, including light, can escape. It is the result of the deformation of spacetime caused by a very compact mass. Around a black hole there is an undetectable surface which marks the point of no return, called an 'event horizon'. It is called 'black' because it absorbs all the light that hits it, reflecting nothing."

Prologue

He had only come to the model show to hook up with a hot model. He wasn't searching for someone to share the rest of his life with. He was searching for someone he could take home to his expensive king-size bed and fuck. Nothing else. Nonetheless. He had done it before - he knew the routine.

She rounded the runaway corner gracefully and her green eyes met his for a split second, and that was when he realized the beautiful girl that just passed him. She looked so priceless and unreachable – even for a rich handsome-looking guy like himself.

She was a girl, who nobody could buy.

That kind of outdid his chances a whole lot.

His eyes had widened at the look of her and he was completely ignorant to the girl beside him, who desperately started massaging his inner thigh. He was completely lost in the girl, who had now disappeared from the runaway. Where was she? He thought feverishly. He needed to see her again.

He rose up and with smooth, quick moves, he managed to get through the crowd, working his way towards the door that led to backstage. He searched through several pretty faces of models, but none of them nearly as beautiful as the girl he had just seen. He moved on to search the toilets.

He could hear a quiet sob, and a ragged hoarse breathing as he entered the dirty women toilets room, which consisted of three toilets with doors, and two sinks, with a mirror above each, one of them already broken.

"Hello?" He called, not even hesitating. He knew something was wrong with her, and he needed to get to her, before anything serious happened. He couldn't afford to let anything happen to her. The loss he had already dealed with earlier in his life made his chance of being able to deal with another loss awfully small. And one thing was sure, if he had to deal with another loss one day, he could definitely not allow that to be her.

The breathing paused for a moment, and then he could hear a bump of something from the second toilet. It was very quiet now, nothing else but the ragged breathing, and the beautiful sound of a humming heart.

Without hesitating again – it was all instinctively – he hammered with a fist on the door. No answer. He tried to open the door, quickly finding out, it was locked. He ended up kicking the door in, picking up the unconscious beautiful girl. Her eyes blinked slightly, and he heard her murmur "Who are you?".

"I'm Embry. Don't worry – I got you. Where do you live?"

She reached to mumble an address, before falling into a bottomless depth of unconsciousness again. He carried her out the backdoor, so nobody would notice, and they wouldn't assume he was some psycho rapist. The streets were lonely, and a warm breeze lightly touched them. It was like a warm breeze just for them, and nobody else.

He watched her as he drove. It made him feel good to take care of her – it made him feel more like a good guy, instead of the ass he had been for a good hand of time. The player he had always been. That shit was over for him, and he was certain of, that he wasn't gonna a miss it one bit. He knew his life would change drastically, the moment he saw her. His job now was to make sure she was happy. And she sure as hell wasn't right now!

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew him. Her forehead was frowning a bit, and her hand was curled into a fist around a strand of her soft-looking rich dark chocolate brown hair, which fell to her chest. Two smiling dimples in each side was faintly defined on her smooth golden beige skin, with a mouth so full and curvy he felt like reaching out to touch it. Her body was skinny and lean and perfect to him. He could tell her eyes were almond shaped, though they were closed, and above them her eyebrows were perfectly crossing the skin between her forehead and eyes. He thought that she ought to be barred from public view for causing dangerous distractions, that's exactly how beautiful he thought she was. There was just so much of her, that he was unable to describe while doing her beauty justice.

When they had reached the address she had mumbled, they were parked in front of a huge white building with several of expensive apartments with panorama views. This was mid-town Seattle, where the rich and famous people lived. She must be as rich as him, so his plan about getting her attention on him with his money, definitely wasn't gonna work. As he had carried her to the door, he came to think of that he didn't own the key, and neither did she have it with her. He decided to go to the hotel he usually slept at when he was in Seattle, and they immediately got a suite for him, which only happened because he was such a loyal, rich customer. They didn't question why he carried a unconscious girl in his arms, neither did they ask to call for an ambulance. He didn't know why he didn't take her to the hospital, but somehow he felt convinced that all she needed was sleep. He wanted to take care of her that way, he felt a good feeling in himself when he saw himself take care of her.

And as he lay her on the bed, she opened her eyes – her beautiful green wide eyes, it was eyes he would do anything for, it was eyes that he would never hurt, it was eyes he would never forget – and then, very quietly, she whispered his name.

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