Chapter 1

Arrival

Note: I do not own the Twilight Series. I wish I did. :(

I was going 110 mph when I was pulled over that day.

No, not by the police but by a pack of teenage werewolves.

Who just happen to hate vampires.

This is a story about me, Ally Brandon-Cullen, and how I saved the world. Well, maybe not your world, but certainly the existence of our vampire population and the city of Seattle. Trust me, you are going to love this one!

So, anyway, I was driving 110 mph through the Olympic Peninsula of Northwest Washington, to a small town called La Push, which was located in the reservation of the Quiluite Indians. Of course, me being a vampire and all, I had to avoid the sun, but because the sun virtually doesn't exist in Forks, I had a good chance to put the top down on my baby blue Thunderbird Classic. The wind was in my hair, the radio was on my favorite '60s channel, and I was feeling great. Until I caught a whiff of this horrible smell that I can only describe as a combination of dead animal smell and sour milk. Ew.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. I slowed down to 70 and turned around to see if I had hit any road kill, and, god forbid, it had gotten on my car. As I turned back around, I noticed a guy standing in the middle of the road about 30 feet away from me and my car. I cut the engine and got out.

I sniffed the air. Good, I thought, A human. I'm thirsty anyway, but let's make this a little more fun…

"Hey there," I said, starting to walk slowly towards him, in almost a prowl. My throat started burning, like it always does when I sense an easy kill.

"Freeze, bloodsucker!" the guy yelled at me. I paused, shocked, then cocked my head to study him. He was very tall, about 6'8", and had dark skin and black eyes. He was scowling something awful, and had his hands balled up into fists, poised to jump any second. Werewolf! I thought. I should have known, the scent was a little too familiar…

However, the fact that this attractive guy was a werewolf did not stop me from proceeding onward with the attack. I rolled my head a couple of times, stretched my arms, and poised myself for battle. I undid my tennis skirt to reveal a pair of white athletic shorts that I used specially for times like these. I crouched down in track-runner position, snapped my head up and said a single word.

"No."

I took off, bowling right into him, and flipping him over onto his back to get a good aim at his chest. I held his arms down, and slowly leaned towards his face, which was screwed up in confusion. I laughed.

"What…why can't I change? What are you doing to me? What's going on!?" He was obviously panicking, and tried to phase, but I concentrated on his emotions and he was immediately shot down. I laughed so hard at the confusion on his face, all the while still sitting on him. He scowled.

"What are you so mad about?" I asked, and he jumped, probably not expecting me to talk. "Of course I was going to use the Wall on you…what's your name, werewolf?"

"Seth Clearwater."

"Seth," I whispered, and smiled. "Seth, what an adorable name. Oh, I'm so sorry, Seth, where are my manners? My name is Ally, I'm a Scorpio, and it just so happens that I am extremely hungry right now, and…oh! Lucky you, you just so happened to be in my way and standing in the middle of the road. Goodbye, Seth. I hope you had a nice day. It's going to be your last." I grinned wickedly, the inner beast inside of me taking over, instinct over intelligence. Before he could say anything, I pounced on him and turned his head sideways and bit into his neck. Seth started screaming, and out of the rain forest burst a pack of werewolves. I gasped and got up, blood splattering all over me from Seth.

Feedback please! Chapter 2 will be longer! I promise!