1. 9, 134

I rested my head on Embry's comfy shoulder as he drove his new car through town. It was summer and he had promised me a road trip. The golden sunlight made my hair lighten and shine in a most flattering way which I like. A slight hazel brown that contrasted well with my light eyes. Embry drove well with one hand on the wheel, the other wrapped around my shoulders as usual. I had made him wear a t-shirt, I didn't think it was usual for someone to drive half-naked on the highway and didn't want someone to interrupt a moment when we had one. Especially the girls in red sports cars riding awfully close to Embry's side to catch a glimpse. He wasn't remarkably hot, but he was pretty damn cute. His carefree smile and easy-going personality was a great virtue.

"Are we there yet?"

Embry laughed and tapped the wheel subconsciously.

"No. Do you know how far Port Townsend is from Washington?"

I rolled my eyes.

"No. But I ran and hitchhiked here and it took a shorter time."

Embry was silent but still had his carefree smile playing around the edges of his mouth. He had a nice mouth. I knew he was a great kisser; I spent almost every day trying to kiss him. It was almost addictive. Of course I get hooked easily, which I made a promise to myself to never do anything harmful, like drugs.

"Are you sure you want to go to Port Townsend? You know we can make a detour and go to I don't know…Vancouver?"

A trickle of electricity rose up my spine as his low seductive chuckle (which is very rare) erupted from his throat.

"Emma. We can't make a detour; it's like a two way high way to get from here to Port Angeles to Port Townsend. And Vancouver is in Canada sweetheart."

I smiled stupidly and blushed when he called me sweetheart. It seemed out of place sometimes but then I get used to it. Sometimes I'd throw in cutie into the sentence but he would cringe at the word and I'd have to go back calling him Embry. I guess it's different for guys. I'll never know. My first boyfriend was a psychotic blood sucking vampire—after I broke up with him—and had followed my trail all the way to La Push. And even then, when I was going out with—now deceased—him, I always just called him Riley, or Rye. I couldn't shorten Embry's name because it was my nick name—Em.

"Well can't we go to Port Angeles?" I asked.

He looked at me concerned and withdrew his arm that was around my shoulders to take my hand and give it a faint squeeze.

"Sorry babe, we passed Port Angeles a while back. We're almost there. I think…couple miles more? The sun is already setting, that's why the sky is that colour. You don't have to see your mom right away if you don't want to…"



I nodded and kissed his cheek. Embry knew everything. Everything that concerned me, my worries, my happiness and whenever I get jealous.

"That girl is back again." I mumbled.

A skinny brunette with a prominent nose and large lips drew her Honda close to the car and honked a couple of times. Embry ignored her and continued driving. A couple more honks later Embry slowed down and drove to the next lane behind her.

"Why did you do that?"

I was smiling. Bonus point for Embry for not giving in to flirtatious girl.

"She was distracting me, and was very rude."

I blinked. "How so?"

He checked the mirrors a couple of times and then leaned down to kiss my lips, and then was right back to driving.

"I have a girlfriend who's gorgeous, funny, my life and soul. If she couldn't see I was already taken than she has no feelings for me what so ever."

The sun began to set, slowly descending below the hills and mountains and throwing everything into purple-y shadows. A sign soon loomed closer after a few more hours and it bore those usual happy greetings:

Welcome to Port Townsend.

Population 9, 134

"Welcome home Em." Embry whispered.

I gulped. I did not want to go home.

The motel was quite comfy, and affordable. Thanks to Embry's pay raise as a part-time lifeguard back in La Push. I flopped down on the soft mattress and began to relax. I felt the bed shifting in weight as Embry joined me, throwing the blankets off and holding me close to him. He was warm. Like always. He whispered my name over and over until we both fell asleep.

I dreamt of the Ocean. It was a glistening glass of aqua blue. Diamond like water drops sparkled everywhere. It was beautiful, I kicked up sand and it turned to flower petals. I laughed and ran hand in hand with my cutie—no matter how much he hated it I'll always think of him as that—and raced towards the wide open water.

The sun disappeared and the once bright blue Ocean was drowned in black liquid. Dark, luminous grey clouds swirled in great masses in the sky. A terrible storm occurred and I was trapped in it. Wind blew in tight circles like multiple tornadoes sucking up the petals and scratched my bare skin like tiny pins. Embry's hand held mine too tight. I watched with my large dinner plate eyes as he was ripped away from me.

I woke screaming. My hair a fright over my face. I searched for Embry's warmth only to be blinded by a stream of light.

"Miss Cassell. You are safe. I am officer Tanner. Did this man hurt you in any way?"

Unsteadily I stood up and brushed my hair out of my eyes to stare at a cop. Behind him I heard Embry grunt as he tried to free himself from three large officers.

"Miss Cassell?" The man asked again.

"What the hell is going on?! Why are you arresting him?" I screeched, only noticing the glint of metal around Embry's wrists.

"Mr.…" The cop looked at his note pad and continued, "Mr. Call is being charged with the kidnapping of Miss Cassell—you."

Yes, yes, yes…The sequel is FINALLY here! It's a short first chapter but it'll get longer. Tell me what you think, or yell at me for taking so long, take your pick! (please pick the first choice sniff)