Flashback

"Out of the way Seth! Jared, to you left!" barked one of the frantic voices residing within my skull. I'm not sure how many were there; there were too many to count, although all their thoughts were identical.

My muscles bunched and released in effortless rhythm as my four legs propelled me faster, with a purpose; a destination. The chaos of voices continued and a few stood out. One masculine voice carried a tone of dominance that clearly signified his leadership among the group. He was the one that spoke out the most, usually with orders. He reminded me of the Alpha dog within a pack.

"Bella…" A different- somewhat familiar- voice murmured.

"Keep your head in the game." Alpha replied. All thoughts of 'Bella' immediately ceased. My personal thoughts refocused on running. Red hair flashed across my minds eye then disappeared as fast as it had come.

"Damn! I nearly had the filthy leech that time!" the familiar one cursed himself for missing it.

Alpha spoke again, this time in alarm.

"NO! DON'T LET IT GET AWAY AGAIN!"

I forced my legs to move even faster to comply with the order I couldn't refuse.

The closest I could get to the fetal position while sitting in an uncomfortable emergency waiting room chair was wrapping my arms around my chest. My legs were tightly crossed and closely curled into my body. I kept my eyes low, staring at the floor tiles, too ashamed to make eye contact. Embarrassment from last night's stupidity burned my face red. I should have watched my drinks better. I shouldn't have been drinking at all. Hell, I should have left when I realized how out-of-control that dorm party was. Rumors of a date-rapist around the Washington State College campus were high, but I paid no attention to the repetitive warnings. I never believed it would happen to me, but it did, and I brought it upon myself with my idiotic behavior.

But who slipped me the drugs, most likely raped me, and left me naked in a La Push forest? I remember nothing but the bizarre, drug-educed dream that accompanied my blackout. I was an insane canine with voices in my head that were trying to catch aquatic parasites- leeches to be exact. I shock my head. Only in dreams.

"Rachel Black?" A nurse called my name. I lifted my hand, but not my eyes. "Doctor Cullen can see you now." While holding up my younger brother's large basketball shorts to keep them from falling, I stood up and followed the nurse through the heavy double doors.

Keeping my head low, I stared at my clothes. Jacob must be getting big! Last time I'd seen my little bro, he was tall and gangly. These clothes would have been hanging off his frame like a coat rack!

I'm grateful that Dad and Jacob weren't home when I found my way out of the woods- still stark naked. The most obvious reason would have been my scant attire, but the most prominent reason was the shame I felt. I wouldn't want anyone I love to see me in this state of mind.

Being very sneaky, I slipped out of the cover of the trees to the unlocked back door. I threw on the first pair of clothing I'd seen, not paying attention to cleanliness as I grabbed a tee-shirt off the laundry room floor. I felt filthy and used anyway. Wearing clothes that were easily 3 times too large and a ragged pair of flip-flops, I made my way to the hospital via public transportation.

"Please take a seat on the examination table. The doctor will be here shortly." The nurse held open the door to a small room. The unpleasant smell of hand sanitizer lingered lightly in the air, burning my nose. I sat at the edge of the completely reclined, paper covered, cushioned examination table and waited. No longed that 30 seconds passed before the door handle turned.

A beautiful, pale, blonde man wearing a white coat stepped inside. A sickly-sweet, icy scent filled my nasal cavities as the door closed behind him. It was as if the smell was arctic chilled as it stung my entire nose form nostrils to sinuses. It was a scent far worse than the sanitizer. I swallowed the bile creeping up my throat. My eyes reacted with tears as the prickling continued. I brought my hand to my face to rub my sinuses while discreetly plugging my nose.

I looked towards him to identify the source of the scent to find him staring back at me. His liquid-gold eyes were wide and questioning; his brow twisted in confusion. My face heated with blush as I stared, but I couldn't look away. He was the first person I'd made eye contact with since last night. My eyes trailed around his face as I noticed his nostrils flared in disgust as if he, too, smelled something foul.

After a few uncomfortable, disgusted, and confused seconds, he situated his expression back to blank and released my gaze as he looked down at his clipboard containing my information.

"You're Rachel Black?" He asked. His eyebrows rose.

"Yes" Was all I could say. My voice was pitiful- all I could manage was barely louder than a whisper. My eyes returned to the floor tiles. He was quiet for a moment as if he was waiting for me to continue, but I remained silent. He could read off his clipboard to see why I'm here.

"Sam sent you to deliver another message?" He prompted. Sam? I'm not familiar with a Sam anymore! There was one who lived on the rez with me… but I haven't seen him in ages.

"What? I'm only here to get… examined." I replied. He rechecked his information and nodded.

"You have no issues with me as your doctor?" He interrogated incredulously. A female doctor would be better in this situation, but I shook my head. I wouldn't complain. "Very well then, please explain what happened." Doctor Cullen took a seat on the short, swivel chair.

"Well, I was at a dorm party at Washington State University.I think I was slipped a drug, because I woke up across the Puget Sound, naked in the woods in La Push. I think I was…raped." My weak voice cracked on the last word, and tears threatened to spill, but I quickly pushed them away. I didn't like to say the 'R' word. I went back to refusing eye contact.

"I'll do a blood test for nitrobenzodiazepines. Then I'll sent in a gynecologist to collect samples of foreign bodily fluids." I nodded as his glove-covered reached for my arm to prep it for the needle. His solid hands were icy cold- they gave me a shiver.

All of the sudden his hand left my arm. I looked to where he was standing only a split second ago to find him missing. In a panic, my head turned in search of him.

Doctor Cullen was as far as he could possibly get form me without leaving the room; his back was to the wall near the door. His topaz eyes were cautious as he re-approached me, each step deliberately slow. His hands were held up- palms facing me- as if to communicate his harmlessness. Is he afraid of me? All I did was shake a little, and he went cowering in the corner!

"No need for you to phase here in the hospital." Doctor Cullen stated. What? What does he mean phase? Maybe I should request a different doctor- this one appears to be insane!

All I want is to know what happened to me last night! What do I have to do to get a flipping blood test? Doctor Cullen's hesitation was getting annoying.

"Can you please just get this over with so I can get out of here!" I snapped at him. I was usually very good suppressing my emotions, but something about this guy infuriates me. My eyes met his with a glare that must have been deadly because he quickly looked away.

"Yes…" His voice trailed off in thought. "When you calm down." If I was annoyed before, now I was enraged.

"I am calm." I said more to myself than to him, but my voice was so low and saturated with fury, that I couldn't even attempt to believe myself. A deep breath passed through my nose and out my mouth in attempt to self-soothe as I successfully swallowed my anger. "I am calm." I repeated in a whisper.

"Very well, then." Doctor Cullen's voice sang with skepticism. "I will take the blood sample now." He finally started to speed up as he re-prepped the needle and injection site. Now that I knew his cold hands were coming, I didn't shiver, but he still seemed to hesitate. I allowed myself to look up to diagnose the problem. His eyes were full of deliberation, his mouth opened as if he were going to speak, but it swiftly closed. He shock his head and set down the empty needle.

"I have a very sensitive sense of smell, and trust me, you have no nitrobenzodiazepine in your system. I do know what happened last night, however it is not my place to tell you. Go back to La Push and look for Sam Uley. Tell him your story. He'll explain your condition." I replied with a confused nod.

"So I wasn't raped?" I needed to know.

"No. If my assumption is correct, you were not." I nodded again.

"Then I can skip the exam then, right?" Doctor Cullen laughed, then returned to his previous seriousness.

"Yes, you're free to leave. I have to request that you to go straight to La Push. You are not suppose to be here. Mr. Uley will explain why." With that, he stood up and headed of the door, holding it open for me. "Farewell, Miss Black." I rose form the examination table and left the hospital behind me to make my way to La Push in search for Sam and desperately needed answers.

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