A/N: So this is the product of procrastination and getting bitten by the writing bug.

I decided to set this story near the end of Twilight, right before Bella's Prom. All of the boys have not phased yet, but the signs have started showing. This also means that Leah and Sam are still dating and in love. I wanted to really play around with the beginning for the wolf pack because it wasn't really explained in the books or movie.

The chapters will be longer from now on, so bear with me :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. All of that belongs to Stephenie Meyer.


Life is made up of many different decisions. Some small and trivial, others huge and life changing. Right now I was facing the latter. Run or fight?

To say I had a dilemma would be the understatement of the century. On the one hand, my self-preservation had always been a very strong quality and it was saying "run like a mother". On the other hand, however, I wanted to stand my ground and fight with everything I had. I may be cautious but I was definitely not a coward. I just liked to choose the option with the least amount of opportunities for me to die. What can I say; I loved living.

My opponent stood opposite me in the clearing of the forest, smirking as he watched me fighting an internal battle. The man gave off an aura of danger and everything about him was unsettling. His skin was odd shade, an almost deathly white that seemed to give off a dull glow in the darkness. Slightly down turned dark eyes were gleaming in the moonlight, sinister amusement playing out across his narrow facial features.

The general "gloom and doom" atmosphere of the forest did not help my pounding heart in the least. It was a cold and misty night. The fog seemed to hang around the trunks of the trees like an army of wraiths: dangerous and foreboding. The wind moaned and creaked through the otherwise deadly silent forest. The sound sent shivers down my spine.

"Well girl, what will it be?" The man asked in an acidic voice that contained a note of anticipation, no doubt due to his sadistic joy at my fear. "What will you do?"

He was taunting me; trying to get me to attack him even though I would probably lose. I glared at him and clenched my fists tightly, steeling myself for what I was about to do. I refused to let him get the best of me, I would not die. I guess that means I know what my decision is. I opened my mouth as if to reply and then turned around and ran to the surrounding forest as fast as my legs could take me. My opponent was stunned for a few seconds before he released a vicious laugh and gave chase. I dodged and swerved through the trees, trying to avoid all the roots and branches that extended from the foliage. The fog seemed to get denser the further into the forest I ran, swirling and coiling around my body like a snake. I stumbled a bit as my bare foot slid on a rock I didn't see, but I regained my balance and ran even faster. I tried to listen to see how far the man was behind me but all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. Through the tree branches and leaves I could faintly see the light of a nearby house and I started sprinting towards it with frantic desperation. Just when I thought that I might escape, the man suddenly appeared in front of me and threw me to the ground. My head hit a rock with such a force there was a loud crack, causing an explosion of colours to light up behind my eyelids.

"Do you honestly think you could get away from me?" The man laughed as he stood over me, his dark eyes swirling like pools of oil. I tried to scramble away from him but he just tutted and grabbed me by the throat, lifting me into the air. My head was throbbing painfully as I struggled in his iron grip, trying desperately to break free but my efforts had no effect whatsoever.

"It was worth a try" I said, my voice sounding uneven and thick. I was beginning to gasp for breath as his grip around my throat continued to tighten. As I spoke my opponents mouth pursed dangerously.

"Well that was a rather pointless attempt, was it not?" He shook his head slowly as if to emphasize his point, never breaking eye contact with me as he did so. This was it. I was going to die at the hands of this man. He was going to kill me. It was written in his expression, in his poise and obviously from the way his hand was still tightening around my neck. If I was going to die, I wanted to die with some dignity. I tried to glare at him, but my vision was starting to blur from the lack of oxygen and my fall. The man brought me closer to his body, his face by the base of my neck. Time seemed to slow down as he started to open his mouth over the pulse point in my neck, his teeth about to touch my skin…

I sat up sharply in my bed, gasping raggedly, trying to get more air into my lungs. I looked around wildly, trying to find my bearings. I let out a breath of relief when I saw the familiar pale blue of my bedroom walls. I was shaking and my heart was beating a mile a minute. A thin layer of cold sweat was covering my body, making me shake even harder. My hand was clutching tightly at the pyjama top I was wearing as I tried to calm down. After a few minutes of deep breathing I threw off my white blankets and shakily made my way out of my small bedroom, and to the bathroom that was across the hall.

What the hell kind of a nightmare was that?! Who gets bitten by a man in their dream? This is exactly why I hate watching horror movies before I go to bed, my mind just goes crazy when I dream. I was going to kill Paul with the blunt edge of a yoghurt cup when I saw him in the morning. 'This one isn't scary' he said, 'it will be fun' he said. BULLSHIT! We will see how much fun he has when I shove my boot so far up his ass he chokes on it the minute I see him.

Despite my obvious hatred for Paul at the moment, he is actually a really close friend of mine. We have been friends since he moved to La Push when we were 8; how I have put up with him for another 7 years is beyond me. Naturally as we grew up we drifted apart a little over the years, as it sometimes happens in old friendships, especially being of opposite genders. Even though we are not as close as we used to be as kids, when we basically lived in each other's pockets, we still do hang out a lot although most of the time it is out of school. I wouldn't want to interrupt his favourite hobby- seducing girls.

Yeeaaahhhh… He's a bit of a player, which I guess is my fault. When Paul first moved to La Push he was incredibly shy, especially when it came to girls. It took almost a month of constant pestering to even get him to talk to me, but to be honest I think he did eventually talk to me because he had no other choice. We lived extremely close to one another, so whenever he went outside to play I would be there in all my annoying glory. When we began talking he started off awkward and uncomfortable, but with my endless chatter he started to realise that girls were not nearly as scary as he thought. With the fear of the female population alleviated, Paul the ladies' man was born.

I won't deny that I have had a crush on him since we were kids, but I definitely will never act on it. It's a bit of a turn off to hear all about his conquests, as well as the way he talks about the poor girls afterwards. Not to mention the fact that he used to date my friend, Nina before she moved away. There was still that whole "don't date a friends ex" thing stuck in my head. Leah, my older sister, said it was a golden rule amongst friends although I honestly wasn't sure if that was true or not, but Leah knew a lot more than I did when it came to the whole dating thing. Especially if you take into account that she had been dating the same guy for three years, and I have never had a serious boyfriend. It wasn't even a huge crush anyway, so I was good with being his friend that occasionally ogled him.

I switched on the light in the bathroom and went over to the sink that was in the corner of the room. The bathroom wasn't fancy but I liked it. The walls were a pale grey colour, a few shades lighter than the tiles. There was a bath with a shower head, a toilet and a sink with a large mirror just above it. It was also very clean, especially considering that I share it with both my brother and sister. I let out a deep sigh and splashed some water on my face, trying to wash off the memory of my nightmare. The cool water soothed my frazzled nerves so I did it a few more times. When I was satisfied that I was calm, I turned off the water and dried my face on the fluffy black towel that was hanging near the sink. How I was going to get back to sleep after this I didn't know. I looked at myself in the mirror as I put the towel down. Tired almond shaped eyes looked back at me from my reflection. I watched in the mirror as a single drop of water ran down the straight bridge of my nose, and fell into the sink. My usually wavy hair was tangled, and a few pieces were stuck to my neck and forehead from the water. I huffed, and tried to tame the black mess into a semi decent plait, but eventually I gave up and settled for the birds nest. I turned off the light and went back to my room to try get some more sleep. I looked at the clock on my bedside table and groaned as I flopped face down on my bed. It was already 5 a.m. which meant my mom and dad were going to wake up soon, probably making as much noise as they can when doing so.

I closed my eyes and hoped that I could fall asleep before they woke up. As I started drifting back to sleep there was suddenly a creak as a bedroom door opened, then loud footsteps walking down the hall and into the kitchen. I clenched my eyes shut even tighter and desperately hung on to my drowsiness. A few minutes later there were a series of different bangs from pans and mugs, followed by the loudest sneeze I had ever heard in my whole life that snatched away my sleepiness. I let out a depressed groan and pulled my pillow over my head. There was no way I was going to get back to sleep any time soon.

I really hated Paul right now.