Chapter one

Full Moon

Sparkling, snow white, and vivid. The full moon shone through my bedroom window.

"Oh goodie" I sighed.

Just what I needed a full moon to keep me up all night. For some odd reason whenever a full moon is out I can never sleep well. I have these creepy but very clear nightmares. They seem so real that I usually wake up screaming. A full moon is the last thing I need the night before we go back to school from winter break. Well I guess I'll just read until I finally pass out. I pick up my favorite book; Bram Stoker's Dracula. I know it all by heart. Even the binding of the book shows it. As I get to the part when Dracula is scaling the wall I begin to feel a presence in the room. I've always read too deeply into things so I just ignore it. My eye lids begin to sag, maybe I'll finally get some sleep. What time is it anyway?

3:42

That's not surprising. I plop my book down on the nightstand. I give into the sleepy haze that calls to me. Carelessly, even though I know the horror that lurks and waits for me to shut my eyes.

I enter the classroom. No one notices me…except him. All I see is silhouettes and eyes but I can feel his presence. He's no ordinary guy, but the truth is unknown to me. I keep walking to the back of the room. The path goes on extending into more darkness. His eyes bore into my back. I'm being followed. Frantically I run, into the darkness. He chases. Crimson eyes meet mine. I can't stop running. The darkness consumes me and I welcome it. He yells for me;

NO!

Screeching at the top of my lungs. I plunge out of the nightmare with tears streaming down my face. I sit up to catch my breath. The familiar rhythm of my heart is soothing, yet I feel like I am still being watched. Glancing about the room, but no one's there. The alarm clock catches my eye.

7:11

"It's going to be a great day" I sigh and rush out of bed. Tying the laces of my good running shoes and brushing my teeth thoroughly yet quickly. I was out the door and heading east to Forks High.

After my cheerful morning I was just not in the mood for Cindi and her little tramp parade. She insulted me just like any other day but for some reason I growled like an angry dog back. Did I mention that full moons also make me a little crabby. That's an understatement.

As if that wasn't bad enough then third year English would make rainbows out of my day.

"Good morning class, how was everyone's vacation? Mrs. Lee said, "I hope Santa brought you everything you wanted."

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was eight, but oddly her words were comforting. This Christmas was actually one of my bests. Since I'm an only child I don't have to worry about the whole sibling rivalry crap. Considering that I was still totally shocked that my dad got me the car I have only been ogling over for like ever now. Yeah, even though the car is used and sort of smells bad and needs repair, it is still my car. Plus I don't think my best friend and favorite handy man Tyler would mind helping me out.

Mrs. Lee's lipstick stained lips move but I can't hear a word she is saying. My mind is somewhere else. Back to my dream from last night. That boy's eyes. How they saw straight through me yet picked up on every detail. He was unlike anyone I've ever come across before. In all of my sixteen years I've never had someone send so many mixed emotions through me at once. His amber eyes burned a hole in me and I don't think I'll ever forget the caution they made me feel. Even now I can still feel his stare loosely surround me like caution tape at a crime scene. I was suddenly fully aware of my surroundings.

Apparently the teacher had said or done something to catch everyone's attention since they were all gawking up at her. What could she have said to draw so much attention from a group who could care less. I steal another quick glance before I decided to finally check out what all the commotion was about. Everyone's eyes were glued to the front of the room. Nervous, what if it was a pop quiz and they were shocked at the questions on the board. I presume I have to look now….

Those eyes. He's here, in this room, nearly ten steps in front of me. This can't be so. I made him up in a dream. Yet here he is. With eyes that see all. The seduction of his stare pulled me towards him but there was a subtle hint of danger. I craved it, and feared it all at the same time. He had already found me and was intently looking, obviously seeing something no ordinary person could. It was clear that he was no ordinary person.

His intent looking became a bold stare and from that an almost angry glare. My hands grew clammy. I'm sure I'm breaking into a sweat. Hyperventilating, my nightmare came back into play.

"STOP!" I screamed.

All eyes were on me now. I got to get out, no I must get out!

Pushing from my table and slamming through the door I reached a silent haven. Too many thoughts racing through my head, screaming at me.

Who is he?

Why is he here?

Why me?

What is it about his eyes that make my blood boil and freeze all at the same time?

I needed to clear my head. There is only one person I know I can trust all my secrets to. Jacob Black. Unfortunately he lives on a reservation and doesn't go to this school. I wish he were here to hug me and tell me everything is fine that I'm just over reacting. He would laugh at me if he saw me right now. What a mess.

Thinking about Jake gave me this sense of content; although it doesn't compare to the relax you feel when you're with him. Not that I like, like Jake, no we have been best buds since we use to make mud pies together. He knows every little detail about me and I like to think I know everything about him. Therefore that is exactly where I'm going as soon as schools out.

"Miss McVeigh do I need to escort you back to class"

"No Mr. Ormsby I'm heading back right now."

Mr. Ormsby is the most annoying assistant principal a kid could ever ask for. I respect his authority but the guy is just too stubborn to get along with. If I hadn't gotten caught I would just sit out here until class ended but now it seems I have to go back to class and be laughed at. Just the thought made my cheeks turn the most atrocious color pink.

"It's nice of you to join us again, Kayla"

I hung my head down so I wouldn't have to see the others laugh at me. It's bad enough already without having to add this little event to the pile of reasons to hate me. I'm just too ordinary; what with my pin straight auburn hair (which most people have curly auburn hair except me), my ordinary features, and not to mention I'm a little on the chunky side. I wish I could melt into the floor.

Even with everyone else I can still tell he's staring. I want to talk to him, understand. I don't even know his name, yet I'm wildly intrigued by such a creature. Not to mention what keeps him staring at me? I must have been in too much of a hurry and now have a huge cowlick in my hair. I'll just run my fingers through it real quick and maybe he'll stop looking. I mean there is no way he's interested, no one is.

He cannot be a real guy, he's from my dream. I only got a quick look, maybe I just jumped to conclusions. That's it. I'll wait behind the others so that I can get another look at him. Then I'll know he's not from my dream. One quick look won't hurt either of us.

Ding Ding Ding!

Finally, the bell rung. Now, I can get a look at my mystery dream guy. I can hardly wait.