Characters do not belong to me. ;; -sob-

Summary; After Eclipse- Itex is curious about Bella, about how vampires would be drawn to protect her. In their effort to find out, they are surpised so is ordinary, and place her to be expiremented on with, you guessed it, avian DNA. MRide x Twilight.

This was my old NaNoWriMo novel, and thought I would psot it on here. I'm editing it a lot, though, so it will take a few days to update! Sorry!

Chapter 1

B P O V

There was nothing other that I was safe. That was something completely new and different to me. I don't think I had really known the feeling of being 'safe' for a lifetime. Not having a hostile vampire on my tail was an absolute first. It was almost odd, not having that feeling breathing down my neck, as it always had seemed to. Being safe was... weird. Of course, I am not saying I didn't like that. I very much did, and would have liked it to stay that way. But as you know, with my luck... that never happens. It is inevitable. My life can't seem to stay non-life-threatening, as I wished it would.

Like every other weekend, Edward was out hunting. I was faced with the fact -again- that I really needed a life. Without Edward, I honestly had nothing at all to do. How sad. Each time he was away, it seemed more dreadful then the time before. How was that possible? Each minute, each second, seemed almost too much to bear. I could not deny this fact; I really was pathetic.

Of course, it didn't help that my best friend was gone too. It made it that much worse, seeing his face every time I drove in the streets. Most of the day I just stayed in the house. I was desperate for 'college' to start. I wanted these stares and whispers to end. No matter how long they had lasted, it always gave me a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was counting on the feeling to go away. Of course, it didn't. I could always feel my face burning. In 'college', I could escape the odd stares and whispers. It would make me feel so much better if I didn't know each and every person that did this. Knowing every person in this small town of Forks was as much as a burden as it was a given.

I was still avoiding town as much as possible, but I always needed something. This time? Food. If I didn't need this, I wouldn't have come. I would rather have walked, if it wasn't so far. I would have rather done anything, anything. I seemed to dislike attention more then I ever had.

I went through the small grocery store in record time, practically running in my haste to get to the cash register. This was a miss-step on my part. I nearly fell, and the crappy buggy rattled and made the most displeasing sound, and it echoed throughout the tiny space. More attention I did not want. Ugh.

By the time I got back to the obnoxious car, my face was blazing with color and heat, and I'm sure the whole town could hear my blunders. Just like every other day.

Not only that, I couldn't drive this car. I'm sure that brought more infamous attention. I'll bet it was the most amusing thing to see a car going in a repetitive pattern of over-the-speed-limit, to an absolute stand still several times in a few yards of street.

I could see the sun setting, but just barely. It was still shrouded by the clouds that never seemed to move anywhere.

And then, I swore I saw a flash of color in the trees.

For a second, I froze, and the car froze to, it was a reflex reaction to surprise or stress that I had learned from Edward. Only a second later, my mind raced.

The color had been a russet brown. I didn't dare to hope. That could have been anything, from a 4x4 going by, or possibly just a regular wolf that just happened to have the same color as Jacob's had been. I knew the chances of it really; truly being him without Seth knowing and telling me would be very, very slim.

But…

What if Seth just didn't tell me, what if it really truly was Jacob that had just flashed by me, a blurred spot in the forest? I couldn't help the hope creeping up from behind me, as much as a tried to block it.

No.

It was not Jacob there, Seth would have told me, and I shouldn't follow it.

Yet I couldn't help nudging the gas pedal (the stupid car snarled) and following this shape that would ruin the rest of my life.

After a few minutes, I realized the direction it was leading me to was La Push. I immediately began getting giddy and exited. I couldn't help hoping. I was only human. Yet, I had not seen the blur of color again, I had almost crashed this dang car so many times, looking to see if my weak eyes would catch it again. Not that anything would happen to this freaking car, thousands of pounds of metal, and missile-proof glass, it made me grind my teeth together just to think about it.

Again, the black thoughts entered my mind as I reached the invisible vampire-werewolf border. Alice or any other my family could not come get me now, but I was beginning to think there was seriously something wrong with me. Had that russet spot been just my mind playing games with me. It had done that before. I seemed to lose my sanity with every passing day. Not a good thing to think about. I shut that down hard.

Again, I saw the streak of color. I jumped, hitting my head on the top of the car. I was sure that was not my imagination this time. Well, not entirely sure, but enough to make me continue.

I saw the flash more and more often now; I was getting twitchy with the suspense. If this… thing was not Jacob, what was it? Dark thoughts enter my mind. It could be something bad. My sub-conscious mind told me to turn back now. Yet, I couldn't help to be fascinated by whatever it was. I realized I was so entranced by this thing that my phone was ringing frantically, again and again. Alice. I turned the phone off. Silence. No one could stop me from doing… well… I was not exactly sure what I was going for now.

As I was driving, I saw a small speak of something in the vanishing point of my vision. It didn't move. As I got closer and closer, it got bigger. It was a person.

My thoughts flew to Jacob, wondering if this was my chance to apologize. I envisioned what I could say, how he would react to what I said, like editing a paper in my head. This would make him angry… This would make him depressed.

But as I got even closer, I noticed the outline was not Jacob's. The pain was, for a moment, overwhelming, crushing. The regret of following was all-consuming, so much I forgot to take my foot off the gas.

By the time I noticed, the person was only a yard or two away. Defiantly not Jacob. After a slow second, I remember how peculiar it was for this person to be just… standing there. What was his problem? Any other person would have moved out of the way…

I looked at the man in the middle of the street. He looked like on of those male models, not near as beautiful as the Cullens, but much more I was. He was certainly out of place, as was my new family, here.

For a second, I felt, for some absurd reason, cold, dead fear. The feeling you get when you know a bomb will be going off in the ground under you feet, but you can't move. The kind of fear I had felt before, but I had reason. Now… there was no reason… that I knew of.

When I looked back, something had changed about the man. His hair was darker… longer? His face seemed to push outward like he was almost growing a muzzle. What?

The reasonable side of me said I was being paranoid. I was hoping I would get a werewolf, and my mind was giving me what I hoped. I really was insane.

But the rest of me screamed to turn and go, I needed to run, my life depended on it.

It all happened very fast then.

The moment irrationality took over; I turned around too high-tail it out of there. The man in front of me was no longer human; I could not deny that. He looked like the werewolves out of the cliché movies, literally half human, half wolf, with ridiculously long fangs drip with spit and blood…

He- it, what ever it was roared, running head on into the front of the car.

Before he even made contact, I heard a groan above me. The roof of my car was buckling on the passenger's seat side. Wasn't this stupid car supposed to survive anything? Wasn't there something this car was worth?!

I guess not everything, the moment the windshield shattered there was and ear squeal of the top of the Mercedes being skinned off.

Oh good lord.

I knew then I mush be dreaming. I resisted the urge to pinch myself.

I was being dragged out by these werewolf –wanna-be's. Their claws dug into the skin of my arm. The pain made me face the fact that I was horribly awake.

This was no nightmare.

I tried to wretch myself from their grasp in vain. The more I tried to break free, the more they dug into my arms. The smell of my blood made me feel sick.

They dragged me over the hood of the wrecked car. For an insane second, I could have laughed.

That stupid car was supposed to be the safest car to date; yet it was just as destroyed, as my truck would have been, if faced with the same thing

I felt my head numbly hit the ground, and noticed there weren't just two of these monsters, but dozens. I gaped at them.

One in the front was the russet wolf I had seen just moments before. He was smiling at me in a way that made me want to throw-up. Or it could have just been the blood-loss, the smell of these things, or the impossibility of the moment. Maybe all there. Probably.

After a second, their wolfy smiles turned into snarls. The big russet wolf, that I now realized looked like he was in charge, yelled orders.

In the far distance, I could hear howls of wolves. I knew them.

For a moment I felt a small hope, then fear. No! They needed to stay away. These things outnumbered them, they were strong. The pack could get hurt. Or worse…

Most of the things ran in the opposite direction from the howls, some of them stayed with me.

I didn't need to worry now. Louder then the howls was the sound of an obnoxious helicopter. I was almost grateful when they pulled the black hood over my head. I didn't think I could stomach looking at these things very much longer.

I could fee; when the helicopter took off, and, just barely, over the beating of the helicopter blades, I could hear the painful cried of the wolves under me.

J P O V

Yo, Jake, you coming home yet? I heard Seth's stupid voice in my head.

Shut up kid, you know the answer to that. I snarled back, still running. There was no reply.

For the last few months I had no idea where I was, and I didn't care. Everywhere seemed the same to me. I could have been running around in circles. I wouldn't have noticed. As long as doing something, anything, I could keep my mind busy. In this form, I could deal with pain in a more instinctual way. It was, almost, tolerable. I could keep my mind away from her if I just kept going, went somewhere.

It was useless, though. I was useless. The whole world was useless.

Geez, Jake, your getting more 'n more depressed by the minute Paul though. I just seethed quietly.

Really, though. Maybe you should see a therapist or something. Seth suggested in all seriousness.

I snorted sure, therapy is exactly what I need. There was no reply.

Normally I would not care about this, but they were all silent, like there was something they were concentrating intently about.

What? I demanded. The silence was deafening.

Does anyone recognize this scent? Sam demanded.

Nope. No.

Smells funny. Paul, of course.

Sam growled. This is NOT funny, Paul. This is serious.

The scent really was odd. Human, but with a strange… hospital-like tint to it. Not like anything else I had ever smelled before.

Hey, look who's paying attention. Leah snarled in my head.

Sam growled in retaliation.

Jacob, do you recognize it? Sam questioned, letting the scent hit my mind again.

No.

Then we need to follow it.

In the pack's mind, I could watch them follow the trail.

So I heard the metallic screech and the shattering glass the same time they did.

No! I gasped in my head. Only one person would have that much bad luck…

Sam barked order to the rest of the pack, and I found myself running in their direction despite myself. The pack, seemingly uninterested at first, were now running at full speed.

Helicopters? I heard them all think at once. The stupid helicopter noises were distracting me.

And then I realized something, like an epiphany.

No! I snarled. They're going to take her! Go faster!

I was running faster then I ever had, even though I knew I was way to far away, that I would not make it, that I would fail, I had to.

Why in the world would someone rich enough to get a freaking helicopter want to kidnap Bella? Why did she always get the short end of the stick? Always have the worst luck? Always have everything dangerous go after her?

For a second I saw the things that gave off the weird scent. I didn't understand it. They were like.

They were like humans, but with huge fangs and red eyes, like the anthromorphic werewolves, not like the pack, not like me.

They were going into the helicopter. The one that stuck out was obviously Bella. She had blood all over and a bag over her head.

No! No! No! No!

By the time the pack got there, the helicopter was in the air. They howled pitifully, who was a little smug. That alone made me see red.

Suddenly, the whole pack turned and ran off.

What? No! I snarled. Nut I was a little relived. I didn't think I could watch the girl I impossibly loved being taken away.

Then there was a booming noise. It was to low for any human to hear, but I could. It didn't give off any smoke either. What?

Those things were destroying evidence. Sam explained.

I'm coming home now. I growled.

I'm my head, the pack hummed in appreciation.

Except Leah.

AN--

YAY. I didn't change the first chapter much. I actually (sort of) like this chapter. And I usually don't like my writing, so it's a start. x3

The more reveiws I get, the more I will feel compelled to put up the next chapter, sooner! o: I accept anon. reveiws, too~