AN: This is my first twilight fan fic and I honestly can't belive I'm writing it but for some reason it won't leave me alone… if I get reviews I'll continue it but it depends on what kind of responses I get honestly.

The roar of the crowd around the quickly built arena seemed to almost wash out all other sounds. Men and women were screaming their encouragement to the fighters in the ring, that or placing bets to try an earn an extra buck. That's what fighting in the underground was all about after all. Who was top dog. Who would survive, and if you were watching the fights, who would make you the most money.

Brittany Jones let the noise from the crowd wash over her as she made her way to the ring, her eyes cast down towards the ground as she concentrated on just the fight ahead. If she listened she'd hear the crowd chant her name over and over as if she was a god. But she couldn't listen. She couldn't get distracted.

Men and women reached out to touch her only to be shoved back by the bouncers that kept the crowds under control, barely. They seemed to think if they could touch her they could gain some of her poweress. That wouldn't happen. She trained daily to be the top of her game. For most, it was a sport, a way to get their name out in the world. For her it was a matter of life and death. Had been for a while now. Since he had caught her scent.

She quickly jumped into the ring and turned to study her opponent. It was some new kid. She hadn't fought him before. Here in the underground, you were never guaranteed a fair fight. Just the way she liked it.

The kid was a good six inches taller than her at least. He was pretty heavily built too. His hair was buzzed short and he had some sort of tattoo up his left arm. He also had a cocky grin on his face.

Brittany smirked. It was always the cocky ones that fell the hardest. Without another glance at him she removed her black jacket and tossed it to the side of the arena, revealing her black wife beater and the tribal tattoo of a wolf that graced her right shoulder.

She knew her opponent was staring. She could feel his eyes on her just like everyone else's. Some things never changed. She was pretty in a more normal way, with a dark red gold tan that showed her Native American heritage. Her hair was died a deep red, not to different from the dark auburn it was naturally. She just liked the red to show even more. Her hair was long, a couple of inches past her shoulder blades. Today she had it braided up for the fight. Her hazel eyes were greener at the moment, a soft green with brown right around the iris.

She knelt down and made sure her boots were laced properly. She could feel a pair of predatory eyes on her and it made her shiver with fear. He had found her, again. With a nod towards her one friend, she waited for the match's bell while her friend got their car ready. This fight would have to be a quick one.

Brittany shifted her weight from her heels to her toes as her opponent lunged at her with a quick punch. Dodging out of the way she stayed just barely within reach waiting for him to open his chest or face up. Or even more ideally, to make a mistake.

The man swung again, this time causing her to block the blow and grimace from the pain. The man could certainly pack a punch.

She tried feinting but he didn't seem to be buying it. She could feel her mind starting to drift as the predator's eyes remained focused on her. If she slipped up she wouldn't be able to get out of here in time to get away. She couldn't afford that. Neither could Luka, her friend that had gone to get the car.

When she saw Luka at the side of the ring with an impatient look on his handsome face, she decided the match had lasted long enough, even though her opponent was the only one who had managed to land a blow so far. Then again, practically everything was allowed in the underground.

Brittany allowed the man to land another blow to her chest as she quickly hooked her legs around his and threw him off balance. As he struggled to regain his footing so he didn't fall, she round house kicked him in the chest causing him to grown in pain. With a thud he landed hard on the arena floor.

Brittany didn't hesitate as she landed a couple more hits on him before being pulled off and declared the winner. Normally she would enjoy the appauluse and make sure to get

her money for winning the match but right now she had to get away. So did Luka.

Brittany pushed the crowd of congratulaters away from her as she rushed to Luka's side and followed him through the crowd to their car that sat there running and waiting.

She glanced worriedly at Luka as his dark eyes took in every face around them, trying to catch sight of the one chasing them.

"Do you see him?" she asked Luka quietly as he opened the car door for her before racing over to the drivers seat.

"Not yet." Luka replied as he threw the car in gear and peeled away from the arena. His Russian accent was coming out stronger do to the stress he was under. He and his pack mate had come to America to escape the vampires that were hunting them down. They had been safe until they had met a bleeding Brittany out in the woods.

Brittany nodded before turning to look out the window for any sign of someone following them.

"I'm sorry Luka." Brittany said quietly as her dog whined from the back seat. With a sad grin she pet his black head, and stared into his yellow eyes.

"You too Wyandot." She whispered as a tear started to roll down her face. This was all her fault.

"Don't cry Britt." Luka said as he weaved in and out of traffic. "Nothing is your fault. Christian knew the dangers when that thing started to hunt you. He couldn't bear to see you harmed."

Brittany smiled slightly. "That's just like him."

Luka nodded, as he glanced into the rearview mirror. No one was following them… yet.

"Get some rest Britt. I'll wake you later, when its your turn to drive." Luka told her quietly.

"Are you sure?" Britt yawned. Already falling asleep, feeling safe for the moment.

Luka chuckled and reached over to gently ruffle her hair. "Goodnight pup."

When he didn't get an answer, he glanced over to see Brittany already sound asleep.

"Looks like its just me and you, Wyandot." Luka said, as he turned the radio on quietly.

Paul watched as the rest of the pack sat at Emily's house, smiling and laughing with their imprints. Hell, even Leah had imprinted on some guy named Jason, who had just recently moved to Forks.

As happy as he was for his pack mates, all the mushy gushy crap was making him sick. And being the only one not imprinted yet sucked. A lot. While everyone else enjoyed themselves he just sat there and glared and sulked and acted like he couldn't stand to be there.

Finally he had enough and stormed out of the house, quickly phasing before running off into the woods, not caring if he ripped his clothes in the process. As he ran he couldn't help but wonder why the hell he hadn't imprinted yet.

AN: sooo tell me what you think. Also just a note I am making Paul like 23-25 years old, and moving everyone else accordingly. Like I said, first twilight fic ever! So please tell me what you think. And just cuz I know you all will be asking… No Brittany cannot change into a wolf, she just really really likes them, and wants to work with them for a career. Wyandot, is a wolf that she rescued, and Luka (and Christian) are not werewolves like Jacob, and Paul and the others. They are Children of the Moon. Background will follow I promise.