You should already know I don't own twilight or any characters besides my OCs, Stephaney Meyer does, but I'm going to tell you anyway: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. This is my second fanfic and as before it is set in between new moon and eclipse.

Lolita's P.O.V

I stumbled through the woods, the howls of my once 'friends' at my back. If I could just find a town before they caught up with me I wouldn't have to fight them. I skidded out of the trees, across the road, and into a huge American Indian teenager. He was over 6 ft tall, with short, dark hair, and smelled just like a werewolf. I let out an involuntary squeak, much to his apparent amusement. "I didn't scare you, did I?" I ignored the question and looked back over my shoulder, hoping desperately to see Sylvester coming out of the woods behind me. I had lost sight of my mate in the trees.

A second boy came up behind the first one, making me jump, but the first boy didn't bat an eyelash. "Hey, Jake, Sam said hey can smell a… oh, who's this." The second boy smelled like a werewolf, like Jake. If they were werewolves, I had a pretty good guess of what Sam could smell. "She came running out of the woods, she looks pretty scared."

I wasn't sure whether I hope these boys were werewolves or not; would they help me? Would they be able to? My old pack was bigger than average, and although these boys were big- no, huge- I didn't think they would last long in a fight. "Jacob, she smells like one of them." Warned the second boy, whose name I didn't yet know. "I don't think so." Jacob scoffed.

"She looks like one of them too. Well, except her eyes. But Sam said he could smell one, and she smells like one."

"No, Embry, she doesn't."

While Jacob and Embry argued about whether I smelled like 'one of them' or not a young man came up behind them. He looked like the other two but somewhat more intimidating. "What are you two arguing about?" He then glanced at me, and growled…

"I told you she smells like a bloodsucker!" Embry bragged, smugly.

"She smells like one of us." Insisted Jacob.

"She smells like both." The third man snapped at them, shocking them but not me. I took a cautious step forward, hoping for the best…

Sylvester's P.O.V.

I called Lolita's name, to no response. Wherever she was, she either couldn't hear me, or couldn't answer. A huge wolf leapt onto the path in front of me, forcing me to make a u-turn. As I ran I took in various smells: the woodland animals, the werewolves behind me, other vampires somewhere in the distance…

I headed in that direction. Even if they wouldn't help me, they would provide a distraction for the werewolves. I skidded out of the woods, onto the path, and into the biggest vampire I had ever seen. There were two more, one tall one, with blond hair, and a tiny pixie-like girl with dark hair, spiked out in every direction. "You got here faster than I expected. At least you didn't keep us waiting. How long do you think they will be?" I barely had chance to be shocked by her response to my arrival, as the thirst werewolf burst out of the woods, only to back off at the sight of the enormous vampire that was waiting for him. The other three followed, and in turn backed off. I was both relieved and horrified not to see Sirius. Had he been there the others would not have backed off, but it meant he was chasing Lolita.

The huge vampire took a step forward. I was expecting the werewolves to back off some more, but they turned and fled! I suppose I wouldn't want to fight this guy either. "Yeah, run away! Stupid mutts!" he yelled after them. "You can thank me later." He laughed, "Now, let's get inside, before they change their mind. We're all itching to know what's happening."

I stared at them, confused. Who were these people? And how did they know I would be here? While I pondered the many questions in my mind, the tiny pixie-vampire leapt forward and began shaking my hand. "I'm Alice. I saw you and them in a vision and thought we should help. Are you coming inside?" One and a half questions answered, but I suspected I would need to go inside to ask the rest. And to ovoid the wolves returning.