I'm so happy that I'm rewriting this...I was so unhappy with it before. Alright, revised chapter one! This isn't very different, but I still rewrote it. This story will be slightly different,-not huge, but a little- so if you are a new reader it won't make sense in chapters pretty soon, but not too long because I'm really just dragging Seth and Ellie's relationship out...

CHAPTER ONE THROUGH THREE ARE EDITED, ANY LATER CHAPTERS WILL NOT MAKE SENSE!

I plan to have the whole thing ready by the end of May, and then I'll continue with the story. I pretty much have the whole thing planned out, so I should be done with this story at the end of June. :)

Anyway, this is-and every single chapter to come- the property of Stephenie Meyer. I hope you enjoy!

-StephJoy

Prologue-

I gave a gasp as I felt a sharp pain slice into my side. Whirling around quickly, Max gave a distorted cackle.

His eyes practically screamed for me to give up; He'd already killed so much I loved, what's stopping him now?

I held my bleeding cut together, but being I had just lost so much blood before, even my werewolf side couldn't heal the gapping wound. I tried to phase, but I couldn't.

Cocking his head to the side, Max gave a slow animalistic smile as he crouched down to pounce.

Chapter One-

Today is an…I don't even know. The day could be viewed in quite a few ways. One, I'm moving to the rainiest reservation on earth, La push, and two, I'm going to see Jared and my Mom. I guess even moving could be seen in two ways, I mean, sure I'm moving for sad reasons, but I'm also moving away from a modern day Cruela Deville: My supposed to be stepmother, Jessica.

Jessica is a botox altered, self-centered bitch, to put it bluntly. In my personal opinion, which is right of course, is that she only married my father for half the money he received after my parents divorce. My parent's parents, or my grandparents, were extremely well off, and when they died, they gave their money to their only son, my dad.

Jessica, being the stupid retard she is, saw that and latched on like a disgusting leach.

With a sigh, I looked at her in the corner of my eye, only to see her looking at me with something akin to hatred.

"I'm so sorry you're moving Ella," She gushed with insincere sadness. "I just don't know how we'd be able to survive without you doing this. After your Dad died…I just don't know how I'll pay the bills…" She looked at the steering wheel, and I actually saw some true emotion on her 'pretty' face.

Sadness, but not because of what happened to my dad, no. It's because they hadn't gotten married yet, meaning that she didn't have any of his money, which is all she wanted in the first place.

"Yeah, it is sad," I sighed, and continued to watch the white lines on the highway blur past as we made our way to the airport. I really hate silent times when I can think. It makes me think about my Dad, and how he died. Knowing that I might have been able to prevent it, if I'd just not gone to school that day, if I was home…

However, it doesn't matter anymore, what's done is done. Now I'm going to live with my brother and my Mom in the dreary town where I'd call home.

I sighed in relief when I saw the airport in the distance. This would be the last time I'd ever have to see Jessica again, and I couldn't feel happier about it.

"Do you have your ticket?" She asked in her self-altered, sickly sweet voice, and I nodded before she hit the button on the dashboard for the trunk to pop open. "Alright, I guess I'll see you then." She stressed meaning I should get out and grab my stuff.

After I had everything on the sidewalk, I gave her a slight wave before she peeled off, tires squealing madly as she got away from me ASAP. I made my way into the building that would bring me to a place that couldn't possibly have quite as few bad memories.

-`-`-Let Go-`-`

Slightly green in the face, I stumbled out of the airplane and went to get my bags, hopping they didn't lose or 'misplace' anything. I really don't think flying is my thing, considering I almost puked about four times, permanently ruining flying for the old woman I was sitting by.

When I made it to the rotating baggage platform, I saw a very tall and hugely muscular man holding all eight of my bags.

"Hey, Ell," The unfamiliar man said as I squinted at him, trying to recognize who he was. He gave a short chuckle and said, "It's me, Jared."

I gasped in disbelief and launched myself at him, my carry-on bag lost dropped somewhere on the floor, before grasping him in a vise like hug. "Oh my gosh, you're so huge now!" I exclaimed, excitement practically radiating off me. He laughed and hugged me back before gesturing to the woman beside him. "Mom!" I exclaimed, finally seeing in those short few seconds just how much I missed them both.

She gave me a small hug, and held me back. "Look at you! You've gotten so pretty!" She gushed, her light blue eyes twinkling with happiness.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Jared with a slight smirk. "Well looks like I wasn't the only one to get the 'good lookin' genes." I elbowed mom and staged whispered, "You must be beating of the girls with a bat or something." Jared chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever Ell," I giggled and he smiled. "It's good to have you back." He stated before grabbing my bags again before we walked out of the airport together.

-`-`-Let Go-`-`

The ride home was…interesting, for lack of a better word. Jared kept making jokes about everything, making mom smile and me roll my eyes. Jared may look like he's twenty-in reality, he's only eighteen- but he's still about eight at heart.

"Here we are," Mom sing-songed while turning the car off. I looked out of the slightly dirty window at the medium sized light yellow house. It hadn't even changed a bit.

"It looks nice," I said and we all made our way into the house until Jared said something about going to see Kim. After ten minutes badgering him and him blushing like crazy as I asked who Kim was, I finally found out she's 'just a friend', right.

Mom stuck her head out of the front door- she had gone inside after I had started punching Jared in the shoulder- and gave us a slightly amused/annoyed look. "Alright you too, stop acting like three year olds and get in the house!" Mom yelled causing me to laugh and give a small smirk to Jared.

"Alright, but I'm pretty sure Jared has to go see his 'friend'." I joked before Jared practically threw my bags at me before turning back to the rusty blue car muttering about how little sisters are a pain. I rolled my eyes and trudged up the front stairs, muttering a, "You know you love me," over my shoulder. I was surprised when he muttered back, "I know," because there was no way he should've heard me.

Opening the door, it's almost as if I was five again, instead of fifteen. It was exactly as I remembered it, with the living room the same light, olive green, and the light blue kitchen just visible to the right. I knew if you'd climb up the stairs, you'd have a bathroom directly at the top, the master bedroom the left, and two other rooms to the right.

I heard mom mulling around the kitchen, her bare feet making like slaps on the hardwood floors. I sighed slightly.

You see she can cook just fine, it's just she generally never does unless we were having company over

"Which ones mine?" I called to her before going up the stairs.

"The second one on the right, dear." Mom called. I clomped up the steps; my grubby Nike's leaving a light trail of dirt up the tiled staircase. I gave a slight shrug, putting it to the back of my mind, totally intending to clean it later. Right…

I dumped my stuff at the door and slowly twisted the knob open. I looked from the pale yellow walls to the pale blue comforter, and noticed everything looked the exact same as it did when I lived here ten years ago. There was still the Disney Princess wallpaper, the window stickers, and the glow in the dark planets on the ceiling. You know the little sticky things you can buy at the dollar store for like, a dollar.

I sighed and plopped on the pale blue comforter, smiling as I remembered how Jared and I used to make forts with it. Shaking off the memories of when we had a normal family-when I was normal-I took the quilt off and went to my bags to pull out the hot pink and black one.

After about twenty minutes, I finally had the window stickers off, the bed made, and all of my clothes on the floor. I carefully took out the blue wrapped box from my bag, and carefully slid it under the bed…it was the last thing I had of dads.

I quickly wiped the silent tears from my eyes and distracted myself by starting to fold clothes. I took a deep, calming breath, and tried to stuff them into my small dresser and even smaller closet. You see, when you have the 'condition' I have, you go through quite a bit of extra clothes. I eventually just ended up shoving the remainder of the clothing under my bed, being sure to keep a good perimeter of the box, knowing my closet would have more room in a few days with me under the stress of moving.

"Ella," Mom knocked lightly on the door, slowly opening it. She looked around and smiled. "I see you've gotten settled." She looked pointedly at the wallpaper and gave a slight laugh. "We can paint it later if you want." I nodded and smiled. "Well, I just wanted you to know that we're having a few people over for dinner tonight, and it'll be done in about an hour."

I knew it. I so told you, do I know her or what? "Kay, I think I'll take a quick shower then," I said, using my hand to feel my slightly gross hair from the seven and a half hour flight here.

"Yeah, that'd probably be best," She turned with a slight smile on her face, and then turned back to say, "I'm really glad you're here, Ellie." She opened the door and I smiled back.

"Me too,"

After showering and putting my make-up on, I quickly brushed my hair. I groaned internally, realizing I was going to have to find something to wear in the packed closet, and suddenly I felt like I was going to cry. Well not really, but you know.

I silently slipped out of the bathroom and was almost in the safety of my room when Jared's door opened, and a guy who appeared to be about eighteen crashed into me.

"Uh, sorry?" He mostly asked, and then his eyebrows scrunched up. "Who are you?" He looked at me, and with a sudden shock, I remembered I was only wearing a towel.

He gave me a grin, and I saw that his eyes were roaming a bit too much for my taste. Blushing tomato red-something I never do- I looked down to the floor. "I'm Jared's sister, Ella." I said, with my eyes trained to the floor.

The guy chuckled, his voice very deep. "I'm Embry, one of Jared's friends." I nodded, looking wistfully at my door.

"I'm going to go get dressed now." I stated quickly, practically running into my room with his laughter only slightly muted behind the slammed door.

"Well, that was…interesting." I muttered to myself before throwing open the closet door. After about half a second of hesitation, I decided on a black tank top with the words, "Bite Me," with little sparkly silver fangs. I thought it was amazingly hilarious, but the only people who got the shirt were Max and the gang…I shook my head, trying to shake out the bad memories.

Trying to distract myself, I quickly started looking for a pair of pants. I ended up with a pair of Anna Lynn white shorts, before I went to the pale yellow floor length mirror that was on the back of the door.

To anyone who didn't know me, they would totally not ever guess I was related to Jared. Jared had darker skin, black hair, and brown eyes. I, on the other hand, have a sun-induced tan, bright blue eyes, and dirty blond hair with sun-made bleach blond highlights. Let's just say my mom's genes have more visibility in me then my Dads.

"Ellie, it's time to eat!" Jared yelled through the door. I smiled the biggest smile in the world: food at last.

When I walked into the dinning room, I was surprised to see about six extra people. My defenses immediately went up, and if I were in wolf form, my fur would so be on end. I sniffed the air and right away knew I wasn't the only weird one here. My eyes darted around the room, and I almost smacked myself for not noticing it earlier. Huge, very muscled, slight dog smell to him…Jared, and some of his friends, are werewolves.

Just like me.