A/N: Here it is! The short story you've wanted ;)

I haven't written a prologue...yet. But, to think about it, I've never written a prologue here lol.

So, before the beginning of the chapter, I'll give you a brief summary of what happened before, which whoever who's read my Renesmee Cullen Series [Rising Sun & Shooting Stars], won't probably need...unless you, well, forgot :)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and my OC's. Everything else that you recognize from the Twilight Saga is owned by Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

Summary

Sarah Rose Black is the daughter of Renesmee and Jacob Black, and the twin sister of Colby Thomas Black. She's tall and tan (her skin tone is a couple of shades lighter than her father), with gray eyes (Like the old Sarah Black, Jacob's late mother) and thick, long wavy black hair. She has her father's temper and her mother's stubbornness; nobody can trust her with her actions when she's emotional. Her power, which is believed to be from the vampire side of the family, is quite amazing and unique; she can move/stop anything and anyone with a strength of a hundred vampires. She's also a shape-shifter, like her father, brother, uncles and Leah.

Sarah experienced a lot during the third year of her life, when she looked more like a sixteen-year-old, including high school, her very first boyfriend, her very first trip to Europe, her very first heartbreak and, well, a very painful trip to the once-were Volturi. After that tragic fight, they were officially destroyed, and no one else, beside the guard in Italy, knows anything. She had also experienced imprinting on little Randy Uley, son of Sam and Emily Uley, when he was three-years-old, too. The only difference is that he actually looked his age then.

Years passed and they grew up together, as brother/sister, then as best friends. That was where their relationship...stopped [Temporarily though] because she offered him no answers to his curious questions about her regular absence, he also told her that he hated her for it. Imagine that.

Sarah, in addition to her power to move things, shares a very special and private connection with her brother, in which they can exchange thoughts freely, but whatever they allow only, like Alphas of different packs, exactly. But, they can do it anytime, at any place as long as they're in the same form.

Colby Thomas Black is her twin, who also has another power which is in a way similar to his mother's, but more powerful; he can project thoughts 'wirelessly'. Colby has the same skin tone as his twin sister, but his grandfather's, Edward's, emerald green eyes. He also inherited the color of his hair from his grandmother, Bella, but its silkiness from his father, Jacob. Colby could be described as responsible, and more mature than his sister, even if he's a little messy with his room and the way he looks, but he's the calm and collected one, like Renesmee, to some extent. He took responsibility of the whole wolf pack and became the rightful Alpha when he was about twelve, but looked like a twenty-something young man (Jacob still phased every now and then to keep his immortality).

At his third year as well, Colby experienced love and betrayal on the hands of a half-breed that turned out to be with the Romanians, who wanted to kill the Volturi, resulting in the whole battle. He also experienced the feeling of almost losing someone extremely important to him, his sister.

Colby lived freely afterward, dating every female in the state and hanging around like the king of his own world (Who can blame him?) until he imprinted on a barely-teen girl named Alison. And, boy, did she change his attitude.

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face, it haunts my once-pleasant dreams
Your voice, it chased away all the sanity in me

[Evanescence - My Immortal]

Chapter One

Randy Uley

La Push, WA, was covered by a huge sponge people dared call sky. What sky? It didn't even look like the ones I saw in coloring books. When I was a little kid, I used to color the sky gray then get scolded by the teacher, claiming I didn't know anything about anything. She was the one who needed glasses; the skies are always gray. Weird.

The wind blew on the shore of the ocean, and every person who decided to come to First Beach today shivered and began to leave gradually. I rolled my eyes; it wasn't that cold. I was perfect in my black T-shirt and sweat pants, those people were just too fragile, I thought.

I was tall, really tall, with muscles that I was extremely proud of (I am a boy, what do you expect me to think? I love being strong), but the look on my parent's, Sam and Emily Uley's, faces when they commented on my growth spurt was that of sadness. I had always wondered why, but never got the answer.

To think about it, I asked a lot of questions which received no answers whatsoever, like when I asked that girl, Sarah Black, my childhood best friend who looked much older than I was then, why she always disappeared at weird times and lied about her destination. Sarah was the only person I could open up with about how I felt about anything, more than anyone else in the world. But, since I told her I never wanted to see her again, she disappeared from my life.

I saw her brother, Colby, and her father, Jacob Black, around a lot, but never her. So, I was pretty sure she didn't move, but she stayed perfectly away from me. I had to admit, I was a little kid, I overreacted a bit; I should have given her space and privacy. But, no, I just had to ruin the only real friendship I had ever had.

But, no. I hated liars, and Sarah was one. I couldn't base a relationship of any kind on the only thing I hated the most in the world, lies. Especially Sarah; I used to trust her completely. It wasn't worth it. I kind of missed her presence, but not that much. I always had a Sarah in my mind, whom I tell everything like I used to. But my Sarah was flawless.

My Sarah never lied.

I let out a sigh I hadn't realized I was holding and decided to snap my mind out of this topic; everybody bugged me about talking to her about it but I never agreed, and they stopped after a while, thankfully. It was another weird thing about my parents how they sided with Sarah about this; weren't I their own son?

"Hey, big boy!" Bryce, Uncle Jared's son, called. Ever since my sudden growth, he had been calling me that. He was only 12, three years younger than me.

I looked at his direction, on my left. He had one of those, what I preferred to call them, the Seth-smiles. He just looked like Uncle Seth when he grinned, with no biological relation...I think. I wasn't sure; nearly everybody here formed one big, Quiluete family.

"Hey, Bee," I answered, removing the hand I had my head resting on and placing it on my knee instead, he sat down next to me. "How's everything?"

He snorted, "As weird as Hell," he commented, "Haven't you noticed? You've been getting those 'looks' lately. Creepy."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What looks?"

He leaned closer to whisper in my ears. "Your uncles have been commenting on how much you're getting taller," he explained, "Thus, the weird looks. What's up with them?"

I shrugged. "They're our uncles, they're always weird," I reasoned, "I have always wondered if they sell any large T-shirts around here," I tugged on my own shirt, "But, apparently, they do. But, for some reason, they practically never wear them," I pointed out. He laughed. "Weird indeed. It's our family, dude. They were born like that, get over it."

He took a deep breath. "I still bet there's something weirder than usual," he mumbled.

I half-smiled. "You're so on," I said, "Twenty bucks."

"You're on," he agreed. "But it has to be something really weird."

"Yeah, sure, sure." Another sentence I loathed how I caught it from Sarah, but it never seemed to fade. It was like something had to always remind me of her.

Bryce laid back on the sand, facing the 'sky'. "So where's your girlfriend?" he asked, reminding me.

I frowned. "I'm supposed to meet her in a few, what time is it?" I asked, hoping it wasn't four.

He glanced at his blue watch. "4:35," he announced and I groaned; Alyssa hated it when I was late. I was going to get some shouting today.

Alyssa was an average girl. I liked how she was smart and really, really cute. She had black hair that was usually loose around her face, and very light green eyes that matched the luck-bracelet she wore most of the time. She was only fourteen, but I found her mature. We've been dating for almost a month, but it never went past the compliments and a kiss every now and then. But, I appreciated her a lot...well, everything about her except her temper.

I decided I would run to the cliffs, which she had been extremely excited to visit, to meet her. I kept rehearsing what I would say on my way there.

'Sorry for being late; I couldn't keep track on time right'. Naw.

'I'm so, so, sorry. But the beach was-'. No.

'Sorry.' That's it.

She was laying on her back, her legs hanging dangerously on the cliff; any balancing problems could get her falling off. I didn't want to risk startling her, as I had been doing lately to everyone, so I cleared my throat from a distance. "Hey," I greeted.

She sat up and faced me, fixing her white jacket. I noticed how she didn't smile as usual. "Hi, Randy."

I frowned and sat beside her. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. She had told me that she wanted to talk to me.

She sighed and looked at her hands. I didn't need eye-contact to follow what she was about to say, so I gazed at the sun that was slightly visible behind the dark clouds. Slightly. "Okay, here it is," she mumbled, mostly to herself. I raised an eyebrow at her, now turning to see her expression for a clue. "We're moving away," she blurted out quickly.

I stared at her for a long time. "Excuse me, what?"

She stood up and I did the same, still baffled by the news. She was moving away? What?

"My family and I are moving back to Canada in two days," she announced, her voice merely a whisper.

I had to admit, to myself at least, that I didn't love her. But, it stung. Alyssa, apart from being my girlfriend for a long time now, was a good friend. Losing a friend seemed to hurt you, believe it or not. What I felt was different though; I wasn't sad, I was purely angry and hurt.

"You can't do that," my aggressive side that had made its first appearance muttered angrily. "You can't go away!" My tone was getting higher by the letter. She flinched and took a step back.

"Randy, what-?" she asked, stopping herself and covering her mouth with her hand, letting out a surprised, muffled sob. "I didn't mean to make you angry -I swear!"

I didn't let her finish; I couldn't let her finish. In less than a second I was shaking gradually, beyond any physical laws I had known of. Nobody shook that much because of anger. Alyssa's green eyes widened dramatically and she took a couple of steps back.

"I- I promise I'll call?" it sounded more like a question, as if she was trying to avoid getting me more angry. Did she think I would hurt her? I would never hurt a girl -ever.

And the thought made me even more furious than before, and the shaking got worse.

"You know this isn't the time or the place to discuss this!" I yelled, "You could've told me over the phone, you could've just left without any warning? What are you trying to do?"

I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't even make sense, not to myself anyways.

"Randy!" I heard someone call from behind but I couldn't register who it was. I only saw red, and Alyssa running away, shouting several 'Oh God's and 'I'm sorry!' as she did. I was going to run after her when someone grabbed my from behind. As soon as she was out of my vision, the grip tightened and I couldn't control the anger anymore.

"What the Hell?!" I yelled, my tone alien to me.

That was when everything changed.

In less than a blink of an eye the person that was holding me and I fell off the cliff, the scenery around us blurring extremely quickly, as if I weighed a hundred tons. I couldn't react, I couldn't talk.

Please, God. If I'm going to die, let mom take it easily. She would die from the news. I thought.

Oh, shut the Hell up, idiot. You're not going to die. Uncle Embry's voice said in my head. If I could freeze mid-air just to express my surprise, I would have, too bad the water was surrounding us. Swim, you can. Not very well, but you can, come on.

The weirdness wasn't making me focus any more, he had to push me to the shore.

That's it, welcome to the cult, Uncle Embry...joked?

Shut up, Embry, he's not doing so well. I knew he had no brains but I didn't think he could stay that silent for so long. A familiar voice said with so much authority I wasn't used to, but it was the closest to Colby Black's voice. Yes, that's me. And no, I'm not your biggest fan, so don't expect me to be.

What did I do?

A lot of drama, Uncle Quil answered. I was getting used to hearing more voices in my head, but I had no idea what that was. Maybe I had fainted and was imagining things.

No, Uley, you're a werewolf-slash-shape-shifter, that's what's going on. Colby elaborated.

What?

"And, why didn't anyone ever tell me about this?" I asked dad. He sighed and shrugged.

"We hoped it would skip your generation, since there aren't as many vampires now as there used to be," he said, "But you knew about the legends, didn't you?"

I huffed, trying to get my anger under control; I didn't want to phase with mom around, now that I knew the reason behind her scars. "But nobody bothered to tell me that you and my 'uncles' were wolves. Hell, some of them are still wolves!"

Mom didn't even bother to throw me a warning glare for my language. Instead, they both just sighed. "I know we-" I cut him off. Mom was still silent.

"Nothing you can say would ever make it up to me," I told them bluntly, "I had to find out I was a werewolf when I yelled at my girlfriend and fell off a cliff!" I walked outside the house to the pouring rain and ran towards the forest, my anger getting a better hold of me as I phased into the black wolf I was.

Your patrols start tomorrow, Colby pointed out. He seemed to be in his wolf form a lot. Well, no, but I don't want to go home.

Why? I asked curiously, my mind in no control of its questions.

Because I hate the atmosphere there, he pointed out, the depression. Nobody has been in a good mood for a very long time now.

I could tell it was only us in this form. Depression?

His rage filled my brain, terrifying me for a minute. Yes, depression; no thanks to you.

I stood where I was, at the edge of the forest where the trees met the grass, What do I have to do with anything? What did I ever do to you, huh?

And I wished I never asked that question.

Flashback [Colby's Point Of View]

"What? What happened today?" I asked Sarah as she threw herself on the couch, not speaking a word. Today, she, supposedly, spoke to Randy about what had happened yesterday, when he confronted her about lying to him because of what she is. She didn't answer; she just held the cushion close to her chest, staring at the table. I got on my knees in front of her but she closed her eyes.

"Leave me alone," she breathed, "Please, Colby, I'm begging you."

I balled my right hand into a fist; what else did he say? "Sarah, speak to me," I ordered, using my much-loved Alpha voice.

She took a deep, shaky breath. "He doesn't want to see me again," she mumbled, "He said he hated me so much he never wanted to see me."

I froze in my place, something that I had taken from the vampire side of the family. "What?" I exclaimed, "Are you sure he said that?"

"Positive," she muttered, her voice vibrating as she held in the sobs I knew she wanted to let out. "And he's not going to see me again, I can give him that much, right?" she was obviously trying to convince herself.

"Sarah, you heard it in many different minds, you physically can't stay away from him," I tried to convince her, "You can speak to Sam and Emily tomorrow -maybe now. As soon as mom and dad come back from the hunting trip, we should go, okay?"

"No!" she snapped, opening her eyes to glare at me, "He won't be happy, and I simply don't want that. Just leave me alone, okay?"

She sat on the grass, her face plain, lifeless, just watching the wind blow them to the left and the right. She had been doing that a lot lately, since that day her imprint turned his back on her. I watched from my window as dad sat down beside her.

"Come on, honey," he urged, "You have to eat, you're killing yourself!" It had been three days since she had anything in her systems, and she had been patrolling way more than she used to. We'd all been worried, and we didn't need to call Carlisle, who was with the rest of the Cullens in Canada, to know it's unhealthy for her. She was already looking paler, and she was much weaker even in her wolf form, it didn't need a genius.

"I'm okay, don't worry about me," she repeated for the millionth time, "I don't want to eat, I'll just throw up."

Dad growled. "Sarah-" she cut him off, looking at him with her best puppy eyes.

"I beg you," she whispered, "I'll eat when I feel like it, I promise. I won't starve myself to death."

He kissed the top of her head, "No," he decided, "You will eat right now, whether you like it or not."

She sighed. "But, Daddy-"

"No buts, come on."

"I'm not going to the bonfire, mom," Sarah decided, "I- I have to-"

"You don't have to do anything," mom insisted, "It's been a year, you have to get out and get some fresh air!"

"No!" she started shaking, losing control over her emotions for the fiftieth time and mom took a step back as she phased in a blink of an eye. She whined softly and got out of the door mom had opened for her; she knew she needed to run for a while; she did that a lot.

Dad, silent the whole time, ran after her, yelling at me not to follow them. That night passed pretty slowly, until dad came back later, carrying Sarah in her spare white dress that was always outside for emergencies. Her eyes were bloodshot and dad didn't flinch as she hit his chest.

"Why didn't you leave me there?!" she whined, "I was better! It felt better!"

His face was fixed on an expressionless state. "I know how it's like, you're not running off, Sarah. I know it hurts, but it isn't happening."

"What?!" Mom and I exclaimed in one breath. "Running off? What do you mean?" I asked.

Dad's eyes held more than hurt; it held grief. "As in staying in her wolf form for a while, a long while."

I turned to her with shock; I never thought she would do that. "You know what, Sarah? You're not phasing unless I tell you you're needed," I decided, "And if killing that kid is what it takes for you to finally snap out of this shit, then I'll do it."

She glared forcefully at me. "Colby," she warned.

"I won't," I promised, "But know that I'll do anything to snap you out of this, even if it meant murder."

And I meant every letter.

End Flashback [And back to Randy's POV]

I stopped in my place, shocked. It had been over three years, and she was still hurt because of what I had said to her. How was that even possible? Why had she never gotten over me, over what happened?

For a second, I forgot about the reason I was in my wolf form, what my parents said and everything else in between; I was perplexed by what he had shown me. For some reason, it cut me, very deep, to see her suffer that much because of me. It made me regret every moment I had spent laughing while she was in pain. I was never a heartless person, but it affected me deeper than I thought possible.

I told her I hated her, I turned my back on her and I never agreed to talk to her, but she still cared. She never hated me.

What shocked me even more right then, one very important information Colby had just showed me.

She's a wolf?

I couldn't sleep that night; who would sleep with all that information bugging their head? Between my girlfriend's family's decision to move back to her home country, my phasing and what Colby had showed me, it was impossible to fall asleep. I didn't want to talk to her just yet; I needed time to comprehend it all.

I knew why she was forced to lie to me, and I knew it wasn't her fault she had to. She must have been forced to keep the secret by an order from her brother or father, whoever was the Alpha back then. She never willingly hid anything from me. I was simply wrong the whole time, it was my fault, and it was scaring me how I felt so much sympathy for her, when I hated her not twenty-four hours ago.

The sun still insisted to hide behind the clouds, as if trying to tease me. 'You wanted sunlight? Well, it's not there'. Mom had tried to talk to me an hour ago, but I wanted to stay alone, and she granted me that. I could feel dad downstairs, so I knew he wasn't at work today. Perfect; they decided to make this a family day, when I didn't want to talk to them about it at all.

Laying back on the bed was getting uncomfortable, so I stood up, facing my window. The rain was destroying everything dry in the state. It soothed me just listening to the light buzz the rain caused, forgetting about anything else, as if I put my brain on snooze; it needed it.

Not three minutes later, I heard a knock on my door. It pissed me off; what did they want now? "I said: please leave me alone!" I snapped.

Whoever was standing out there swallowed hard, and their heartbeat became faster. "R-Randy, it's me," she said quietly. "Sarah." Perfect; just perfect. It wasn't my day today.

I balled my hands into fists, "Sarah, please," I tried not to sound angry, "Now's really not the time."

She sighed, her breath shaking, reminding me of Colby's flashbacks. It hurt. "I know what happened," she breathed.

I ran hand through my hair. "How did you know?" I asked. "I thought-"

She cut me off. "I'm a werewolf, too," she announced, "Don't you know?" I knew, Sarah. I knew. But, I lied, shaking my head; it didn't sound like she expected me to know.

I slapped myself mentally for doing that; what was I doing? I was making the exact same mistake I was mad at her for. "That explains some stuff," I completed my lie.

"C-Can I come in?" she asked, her voice still shaky, nervous.

I sighed. I had to do this. "Come in," I granted, "You've been here before, it's not new to you." She spent a lot of time with me here, "You've been here when I was little."

She went in and closed the door, coming just a little closer to me. "Do you still hate me?" she whispered.

I could feel myself shake; I was mad at myself. She felt horrible. "I don't know," I admitted, "Now I know the reason you had to hide things from me," I mused, "I don't know what I think anymore."

"You know," she started, her voice an octave higher, but still low, "I was going to tell you the other day -when you said you didn't want to talk to me anymore-" I winced but turned to her.

"Against Alpha orders?" I asked, finally seeing her.

Standing in front of me was a beautiful woman. She looked different than the last time I saw her, not older, but different. Her eyes no more held the sparkle they used to hold, and she looked...thinner. I guessed that was my entire fault; she didn't eat as much now. I looked at her gray eyes directly as she looked at mine, after taking her time watching how much I had changed. It was magical how I felt my whole world shift, changing every logic I had ever known. Right then, nothing else mattered; a million ties tied me to that marvelous creature right in front of me, making the gravity of Earth extremely useless. I was ready to do anything for that girl, the girl that I had hurt so much. She was, simply, my universe, my world.

Her gray eyes widened the slightest bit, getting back a hint of the sparkle I had noticed it lost. "Sarah."

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