ok, the first two parts are present tense, and i know it's annoying, but it slips into past tense and actual POV's as the story carries on. this is just the prelude.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, or any of it's characters they all belong to Stephanie Meyer. I make no profit from this story, it's just for good old fashion fun ;p.

Running, harsh breath, cold ice and snow numbing and painful on bare feet, as they dig further into the snow, pushing the body forward. Barren trees rush by as speed increases; foggy breath forms rapid from a pale mouth, blue tinted lips drawn tight in pain and desperation.

Icy snow whipping in the wind, battering a frail body, lungs squeezing out pained breath that fogs quickly before being parted by the body that made it, as it moved by. Dodging, jumping, and moving with a grace that belayed a cold and battered body.

Like dancing through the trees.

Voices, harsh and insistent closing in. screaming words of hate and demise follow close behind her, but on, and onward she pushes. Arms snagging and pulling on barren branches, clawing and tearing at a broken body, feet numb, yet filled with pain, dig into the unforgiving earth harder.

Leaping over fallen trees whose roots lay bare in the unforgiving winter. The voices grow louder, closing in, pushing panic into already pounding blood. Rapid heart beats fill her ears, her body threatening to give way, but on she pushes, on she runs. The trees give way to a clearing, and feet dig into the snow as mismatched eyes widen at the drop off ahead.

The cliffs loomed just in front of her now. Feet dig in further, pivoting her body to an about face. A loud eruption of sound greets her ears, then pain, consuming and demanding explodes in her chest, eyes widen in shock, another shot drives in, pushing her back, closer to the edge of the cliff, another shot, and her feet give way, then weightlessness as she plummets.

The cliff looms above her now, growing smaller as the wind pushes against her. Her head falls back, catching a glimpse of the sun against the horizon.

'Beautiful.'

The thought filters through her minds eye before a cold rush of water consumes her. Pale lips open, gasping for breath, but only water invades, freezing and burning all at once.

Arms flail against the current as the cold abyss grabs at her. Silent screams cascade from a desperate mouth. Fingertips slam against a rough surface. They dig in, grasping at it, tearing at sensitive tips before finding a grip. Both hands cling fiercely, and another silent scream fills the salty water as her chest and shoulder burn from the exertion and wounds dealt not moments before, but her grip remains strong, pulling her up, even as the water demanded she be pulled down.

A hand breaks the surface first; freezing winds grip it like a harsh and unforgiving mother. It swings back down, grabbing once more at the rock. Her head breaks surface next, her mouth automatically gasping at the air. Dragging it in like an unforgiving savior, freezing her lungs and nourishing them. Waves crash against a broken body, thoughtless to her frailty, uncaring of her gasping screams, pushing her against the rock with hateful vengeance. Ribs squeeze, and then crack under the pressure. A roar of a scream erupts from now blue lips.

Another wave, larger than the rest, crashes against her, pulling her from her rock and back into the embrace of the water. Her arms reach outwards once more, finding her rock with an ease, even as salt stings and burns her eyes. Up she burst from the water again. Warm tears streak down her face, before the air turns them cold as the water around her.

Eyes shake, unsteady and listless as the darkness pulls at them, promising comfort, but at a cost.

Her head shakes the thoughts away as she pulls herself further up. The waves greet her again, pushing against her, but her throat is burning, and no sound spills forth this time. The darkness is pulling again, and she allows the thought of granting herself the promises that it whispers. The cold is all consuming now, and the blackness of her vision promised peace.

Tired eyes drift closed as the wind beats at her back, egging on the waves, then warmth, it consumes her, wrapping around her, painful and beautiful. It pulls her from the rock, but the water does not consume this time, her head remains above it, as the warmth tightens its grip.

Eyes flutter, mismatched blue and green meet with a dark and warm brown. Concern, urgency shines through them at first, and then shock. Gazes lock for but a moment that feels like an eternity, before the crashing waves pull them down. Eyes fluttered closed again, relishing in the feel of the warmth that still clings to her, more demanding and urgent then before.

They break the surface, time ticks by, minutes feel like hours before her eyes flutter open again. Numbness is all consuming, the sound of waves crashing are distant now. Weightlessness now replaced with the feeling of being carried. Warm arms wrapped almost lovingly under her shoulder blades and knees. The heat sparking feeling in the numbness, her eyes loll upwards, meeting with an upturned face.

"Are you death?" Her voice is weak, and cracked, nothing but a whisper in the dawn. But the upturned face snaps down, gracing her gaze with the warm brown once more. Desperation fills them, they look so very helpless as they stare back at her. An unknown emotion to her filters through them.

"No." the voice is warm and soothing, even as it cracks with sorrow.

Darkness calls to her once more, but her gaze remains locked with the warm brown, refusing to relinquish its hold on them. The gaze tears from hers, as if they never wanted to look away, but must. Sounds reach her ears, they are muffled, but as they grow closer, words form from the once mumbled incoherence. Her eyes move sluggishly as they turn, her head dropping to the side. People...men.

Her body tenses of its own accord as their hulking frames approach. She wants to struggle, but her limbs refuse movement, denying her an escape. Fear erupts in her chest as her gaze darts back to the one carrying her, begging her savior to once more, save her.

As if sensing her distress the brown eyes snap back down to her. Her gaze falters as she takes in more than the warm eyes, letting them gaze to the face rather than the warm and beautiful brown. Dark eyebrows are furrowed in concern; chiseled features are marred by the look of desperation clinging to his face...his...she struggles now, her limbs warmed by his grasp.

Pain consumes her as her wounds once more remind her that she is broken. Fear consumes her further as her head darts back to the ones approaching, warm tears slip from her eyes as the realization that she is defeated sinks in. The darkness is back, reaching its comforting hands to her, promising redemption if she but grabbed them. This time she does not fight, and it buries her in its abyss, her head falls back, eyes slipping closed, one word on her lips as her face goes slack.

"Sercian."

*Paul*

He sat on the beach, watching the sun make its way to the horizon, the sky was just beginning to light. The sickeningly sweet smell of vampire still clung to him, even if the owner of the scent was but a pile of ashes in the forest now. His eyes are tired from the weeks of tracking, and a small smile graces his lips as he thinks of the few days of rest he knew Sam would allow them now that the threat had been vanquished.

The thoughts of their leader cause him to turn his head to stare down the beach at the group not far away, running like children along the beach as Sam watched; a fatherly look on his face as they played in the freezing water. The wind blew again, brushing against him, but his heated body does not chill even as the snowflakes around him melt, becoming a sprinkle of water on his skin.

He allows himself a sigh of content as the sun finally peeks. Its rays breaking through the overcast, He watches the orb rise behind the foggy clouds, content to listen to his brothers' play, his ears locking with the laughter and recounts of the hunt.

The sounds of the waves beat like a steady wash of peace against his eardrums in the background. His eyes slide closed, his mind wondering here and there. A cracking sound slams his ear drums suddenly, the ricocheting of gunfire against the peaceful backdrop.

His eyes snap open, now filled with irritation. A growl rumbles past his lips as another shot echoes. He despises the hunters at the moment, all he wants is five minutes of peace, but as another shot echoes, his head snap to the cliffs glaring at the direction of the sound before widening as he watches a figure plummet from atop the high cliff.

He is on his feet instantly, running in the direction of the falling figure. It was human, he knows that much, and he knows that he or she, will be dead in moments once they hit the icy water.

'Stupid clumsy hunters' filters through his thoughts as he rushes into the water, his strength pushing against the waves as they crash into him.

Soon his feet no longer hit the sand and so he swims, his supernatural strength carrying him forward when others would be pushed back. His eyes search the waters as he approached where he had seen the body hit. Nothing. His search intensifies as the waves crashed against him.

An arm suddenly bursts from the surface, clawing insistently for the rock in front of it before finding purchase and clinging to it. A head burst forth next, a strangled scream met his ears and his eyes freeze in shock. It was a feminine scream, and he found his urgency intensified as he swam to her. The waves crash mercilessly against her as she struggles.

Then a larger wave covers him and he is sucked beneath it. His head breaks surface again but he finds the girl to be nowhere in sight, he swims harder now, approaching the rock.

Her hand bursts forth again, and he finds himself relieved, and amazed at her persistence. Her head breaks surface next, her body slams forward once again, and no scream is heard as she lumbers against the rock, exhaustion and numbness causing her to falter in her struggles.

He reaches her just as her arms began to slacken in their hold. He wraps his own, stronger ones, around her frame, the cold of her body being fought off by his warmth. She slumps slightly, his gaze lingers on her face, bruises mar her delicate features and her lips are tinted blue from the frigged air.

Her eyes flutter open, and he felt his world shift as her blue and green locked with his. He could hear nothing but her breath, he could see nothing but her eyes on his, and could feel nothing but her in his arms.

Her gaze lingers, never straying from his, He brands the shifting blue and green of hers to his memory. Another wave crashes against them and he feels them sucked under. His arms grip tighter to her, refusing to allow her to slip from his grasp as he drags them upward once more. Urgency intensifies tenfold as he begins swimming, panic sets in as he feels her limp form being drug next to him.

He reaches the shore within moments and hefts her body into his grasp as he holds her closely, begging with every thought he can muster that he has not found her, only to lose her.

"Are you death?" He relishes in the sound of the strangled voice as it reaches his ears...she was alive. His gaze darts back to hers, his steps still as he let himself drown in her.

'Was he death?' No, never for her, death would never claim her if he could stop it, and she would grow old with him at her side, and when she finally gave her last breath, he knew he would follow her, and spend eternity in her presence.

"No." He cracks out, his mind refusing to even wrap around the idea of losing her.

"Paul!" His eyes snap back up as his feet move forward once more. Sam and the others ware walking briskly towards him, their gaze darting from the girl in his arms then back to him, concern mars their features as they process the sight before them.

"What happened?" It was Sam, his deep voice laced with concern as Paul approached.

"She fell, from the cliff, I..." He paused as he felt the body in his grasp tense. Sams eyes were no longer on his. They rested on the gaze of the woman in his arms.

*Sam* Past tense

Fear, almost palpable, swam through the girls gaze as He looked into them, he could feel it crashing into him as she tensed. He noted the bruises he found across one side of her pale face. The split lip on the other and his sight began to go red. Her eyes tore from his as they once more searched for Pauls. As if he sensed her pleading, his pack brothers' eyes snapped down to hers.

The girl tensed after a moment after his eyes met hers Love, adoration, worry, and helplessness raced across his face. Sam felt his stomach plummet. Paul had imprinted, and his imprint was deathly afraid of him. He watched her body weakly struggle before giving out, her head rocked backwards as her eyes fluttered closed. His sensitive ears caught a name whisper from her lips as she went limp.

"Sercain."

"Sam." His eyes darted back to Paul as he held the girl tightly, but Pauls gaze was no longer on her face, but her chest.

"Sam!" Fear rocked him as his pack brother yelled louder. The plea was desperate and broken.

"Sam!" He found his feet moving swiftly now, running towards Paul and his imprint, copper assaulted his nose first. His eyes darted to her chest where red was now seeping though, her blood no longer slowed by the frigged air. Holes littered her ratty black tee shirt.

"Sam." Pauls voice was lower now, pleading, begging his leader.

"We have to move." He found himself saying as he turned to the others.

"Tell the Cullens we are coming, and to be ready for gun shot wounds." Their eyes widened and searched his. He faintly heard a growl from Paul, but there was no time to reach the hospital, Dr. Cullen was their best bet.

"NOW!" They dispersed, their forms already shaking and they exploded in a rush of fur and teeth, their shorts shredding as their wolf forms took hold. Sam turned back to Paul.

"We don't have time to reach the hospital." Paul looked back to the girl in his arms, his hate for the Cullens evident, but his resolve shattered as he stared down at her.

"Let's go."