So this is the first Chapter of my latest story and my first on Fanfiction (Yay!). On the summery it says Dresden File crossover, if you've read it: awesome. If you haven't… well read it, but don't worry. Everything I use from that series is going to be explained, so you won't be reading it and thinking 'Where the hell did THAT come from??"

Something else I want to address is the rating. I don't want rate it too low and get in crap because I added too much violence or lemons. So the mature rating stays. If I decide to flex my gore or romance muscle, I'll let you know.

Finally (geeez… this is almost longer then the chapter…) review, please. I like comments.

Raven hair and ruby lips
Sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
She's a restless spirit on an endless flight
Wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
High she flies

-Eagles

I smiled and raised my arms straight out, as if I was going to dive, lifting my face to the rain. But it was too ingrained from years of swimming at the public pool – feet first, first time. I leaned forward, crouching to get more spring…

And I flung myself off the cliff.

I screamed as I dropped through the open air like a meteor, but it was a scream of exhilaration, not fear. The wind resisted, trying vainly fighting the unconquerable gravity.

Then in a gut wrenching moment, I stopped in mid-air. How disorienting; I was sure I was falling. The air pushed against me in spirals until, slowly but surely, I began to rise. As I floated gently onto the edge of the cliff, I looked down at the water dazed. Did I do it wrong? No, I answered myself frowning. The laws of gravidity clearly stated that I should have landed in the water.

Shaking my head, I decided it didn't matter. As the old saying goes: If at first you don't succeed…

"Well, your persistent" a slightly amused voice called, "But if you jump again, on principle, I won't save you."

I whirled around, shocked to see someone standing a few feet behind me. It was a girl of elegant height perhaps eighteen or nineteen years old. She was dressed in a pair of tight looking blue jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged her curves. Her skin was pale, almost luminous; hair a midnight black. Startling storm – cloud gray eyes looked me over in concern.

"I – I …" I stuttered too confused and mortified for words.

She arched an eyebrow. "Brave enough to jump off a cliff, but not enough to talk to strangers. That's an odd personality trait."

"Who are you?" I blurted without thinking

Her grey eyes flicked to the edge of the cliff and back to me. "If you move away from the edge, I'll tell you" she compromised, "You're making me antsy."

I blushed slightly and walked toward her, eyes still studying her. Her black hair layered and flipped out at the sides in a rather punk style. She had high cheek bones and yet still had a soft round face. It was hard to believe she was human… if not for her eyes, I would have bet she was a vampire.

When she was satisfied with my distance from the cliff, the girl answered my question. "My name is Adrienne. Adrienne Mallory."

I frowned thoughtfully; where had I heard that name before? I shook it off thinking of another question. "What do you mean you saved me?" I asked bluntly, almost rudely. Just because she wasn't a vampire didn't necessarily mean she was human.

She smirked slightly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, besides aren't you supposed to thank me and walk away dazed and disoriented, not asking questions?"

This time my eyebrows rose. "Sorry, I thought that was more polite then asking: 'are you human?'. Next time I'll throw cordiality out the window."

Much to surprise-and irritation- she began to chuckle. "I don't mean to disappoint you, but witches tend to fall under the human category." She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts. "So you must know a lot of 'non-humans' for you to assume I'm supernatural?"

I hesitated, unsure on whether or not to answer. "Perhaps"

"I've heard the local wildlife has been… more rambunctious then usual." She stated slowly "Would you know anything about that?" her posture straightened and she walked closer to me.

I paled "N-no, of course not."

Her mouth twisted in to smirk "Has any one ever told you that you're an awful liar?" she asked. "Look, you're better off if you tell me what you know now, before you or any one else gets killed."

"I don't know what you're talking about" I retorted stubbornly. Who ever she was, I wasn't going to lead her to Jake or any of the other wolves.

"I think you do. I also think you should tell me what you know before the werewolves kill anyone else."

"They're not killing people" I said slowly, realizing what she was talking about "You have your information wrong."

"If I have my information wrong, then perhaps you should correct it."

I looked at her and deliberated. She was here to – I assumed – to stop the 'wolves from killing people. The problem was that they weren't and she obviously didn't know that. I had two options: One was to take her to Sam and get him to explain. However, if she was hunting the pack down I would be leading her straight to them. The other option was to tell her myself. Not exactly logical, but at least Jake and his pack would be safe.

"Look, you've got it wrong, the pack isn't hurting people, it's the opposite."

She looked at me disappointed, then sighed, "I really wanted to avoid this"

Edwards voice was urgent in my ear, "Bella, don't look into her eyes. Run!"

Before I could run or try to defend myself, her breathtaking eyes met mine and I was rendered motionless. Fog surrounded me, hiding the girl from my sight. As the temperature dropped several degrees; I realized that I wasn't on the cliff any more.

I was sitting in a circle bound, unable to move. I felt tears run down my face in a hot torrid, painful on my cold skin. The several cuts down my arms and legs begin to scream in pain. Despite this, I managed to glare at my captor.

"No." My voice was a weak whisper

"If you would just accept my gifts, I would let you go" A seductive voice taunted "All you would need to do is say yes."

The pain was becoming unbearable and soon I would loose consciousness. A blast of burning ice rocked my bones as my captor lost patience with my silence. "Darling, I truly don't want to hurt you, but if you continue to be so stubborn, I will have to resort to harsher methods."

I laughed in a wheezing cough. "Corliss, I doubt you could do much worse then this" I laughed again slightly, hysterical.

If my captor reacted to my laughter, I did not see, for I was now alone. I was walking through a forest that I had no recollection of. The forest was a mass of evergreens covered in a blanket of snow, which shone in the moonlight. I had been wondering in this maze hours before I collapsed on the edge of a frozen pond.

Shaking from both fear and cold, I stared at the ice, concentrating until my power broke the glass shield. With slight trepidation, I plunged my hands into the icy water and began to scrub them furiously. For the first time, I realized they we're covered in dried red paint. I scrubbed harder, faster turning the murky pound water crimson. My fingers were nearly blue when I pulled them form the water.

Snow was falling gently around me as I saw a girl in the pound. Her black hair was long and slashed at the wind violently. She had sickly pale skin with freckles that were strangest brown. I squinted, trying to see the colour, when a horrible realization occurred. They weren't freckles; the girl was covered in blood. When I raised my hand to cover my mouth, the girl in the pound did the same. I frowned confused. Then I took my hand away and examined it. Blood was smeared across my palm. I began to shake violently, and an awful bile rose in my throat.

On the edge of the pound my stomach heaved up what little I had eaten. Exhausted, I laid on my side and waited for darkness to come. Whether it was death or worse, I welcomed the peace.