"I have a rendezvous with Death…it may be he shall take my hand and lead me into his dark land and close my eyes and quench my breath…"

-Alan Seeger, I Have a Rendezvous with Death

Adonica's POV

As my mother parked our car back in our new drive way, I felt a familiar dread in my stomach.

I didn't want to go back to my bedroom. I didn't want to see Jenny. I didn't want her to be there while I slept.

I gulped as my mother unlocked the door and ushered us in, "Well, kids, we'll have to finish unpacking tomorrow. Good night!" She yawned, tossing the keys carelessly unto the table before hanging her coat.

"Good night, mum." "G'night, mum." Jarrod and I muttered as we kissed her good night.

I walked slowly back into my room, immediately turning on the lights and looking around.

"How was dinner?" I gasped as I jumped at the sound of her voice.

"It was fine." I whispered, not looking at her.

I tossed my jacket on the bed, rushing out of my room. I practically ran to Jarrod's room.

"Hey, Donnie." He grinned, but frowned when he saw the frightened expression on my face, "What's wrong?"

"C-can I sleep with you tonight?" I whispered. He frowned, confused but nodded.

I let out a sigh of relief, sitting on the bed, my heart beating furiously, the goose bumps were still on my arms.

"Um…Aren't you gonna change into your pajamas?" he asked uncertainly.

I swallowed, shaking my head, "I'm fine."

He gave me a knowing look, "You seriously have to stop being scared of bugs, Donnie." He t'sked.

I smiled faintly. Jarrod still believed the excuse I used to use when I was frightened.

I lied down on the bed as he stepped into his bathroom.

"You have to do something about this, Donnie." I whispered to myself as I lied down on my bed, "You can't let this get to you."

And without another thought, I shut my eyes.

"Adon-y-ca!"

I groaned, rolling over so the blanket was covering my face. I felt cool, smooth hands pull the blanket away from my face, stroking my forehead before slapping my cheek lightly.

"Baby, we have to finish unpacking!" my mother chirped cheerfully, going to Jarrod's small window and pulling the curtains wide open.

"Mum!" I groaned angrily as the beaming sun stung my eyes. "Oh, you're awake!" she giggled slyly, "Breakfast is ready!" and with that said, she stepped out of the bedroom.

I sat up, doing the perfect sit-up. I glanced around. I was still in Jarrod's room.

I stood, bringing the blanket with me for protection. I tiptoed to my room, quickly washing up and changing.

I dressed into a gray cable knit sweater, dark pants, and my black winter boots. I glanced around my room.

"Mum!" I called. "Yes, Donnie?" "I'm pretty much finished unpacking my room!" "So…?"

I rolled my eyes. "Can I go out for a walk?" I heard my mother pause downstairs, thinking. "After breakfast, honey. And you better dress warmly before you go out!" she warned.

I scowled, "Well, I'm not very fond of freezing, mother."

I laughed when I got to the kitchen; the cabinet was full of granola bar boxes, chocolate chips, Oreos, and waffles.

"What a nutritious breakfast, mother," I smiled sarcastically, "All the food groups are represented." She glared up at me from where she was sitting on the floor, sorting out some papers.

"Oh quiet, you," she rolled her eyes, "You know I'm not the best cook and we're still unpacking." She scowled.

"Where's Jarrod?" I chuckled. "Oh, he went out for a walk too. You can go catch up with him." She grunted, "And chew with your mouth closed, young woman." I nodded, my mouth stuffed with cookies.

I put on my knit beanie hat, and gloves. "Okay, I'm going out now. Bye, mum!" "Be safe, Donnie!" she called back.

I shut the door behind me, taking in a shaky breath as the cold wind crawled around me, causing me to shiver as goose bumps appeared on my arms.

I glanced around swiftly, making sure none of them were here.

"Jarrod!" I called, walking into the forest. I glanced around, "Oh, Jarrod!" I called again, louder this time, "Brother dearest!"

I shrugged, walking towards the beach. I began to whistle a little tune, kicking at the sand beneath my feet.

"Boo!" I stiffened, turning swiftly.

I gasped, before scowling and swatting my brother angrily on his chest. "You bastard!" I snarled, swatting him again, "How dare you! To your own sister!"

"Hey!" he raised his hands to defend himself, "I was kidding!" "Why didn't you answer me when I called you, godammit!" I growled.

He simply shrugged, grinning stupidly. I rolled my eyes, "C'mon, let's keep walking."

The beach was beautiful, with majestic cliffs hovering over the shores, with the green forest directly behind it.

I shuddered involuntarily. "You okay, Donnie?" My brother frowned, putting his arm protectively around my shoulder, glancing at the forest in front of us.

"Yeah," I muttered, "Let's keep walking."

"Wanna go to the forest?" he asked, his eyes gleaming mischievously. I glanced towards the forest, the dark green of it practically begging me to enter.

"Sure." I nodded sourly. He grabbed my hand and we entered the forest.

"Wow." He breathed, staring at the enormous trees in wonder. We kept walking deeper into the forest, the sun's rays peeking occasionally through the leaves on the large branches.

I was pretty surprised myself, it was beautiful and green. So peaceful.

But then I heard a twig snap.

We both turned, but only I saw it.

It was a woman. She was pale and had brown hair and red eyes. Her pale skin had cracks on it, as if though it had been ripped and torn apart before coming back together. She would've been beautiful if she weren't…well, dead.

Her eyes had a wild and frenzy look; she was trembling, a clear colored liquid drooling out of her mouth.

"I won't say anything…My thoughts aren't safe." She growled.

I stood stiff and still, staring on blankly ahead, ignoring her for my brother's sake.

"Donnie?" he asked, noticing how still I was. I glanced towards him impassively, feeling too scared to move.

"I won't say anything!" she repeated, louder this time. She took a step forward.

I flinched, beginning to tremble in fear.

"I won't say anything, I swear!" she screamed this time, taking another step forward. I whimpered, trembling visibly.

"Donnie!" My brother grabbed my shoulders, turning me to face him as he shook me, "Snap out of it!"

I began to sob this time, leaning my forehead into his shoulder.

"Donnie, shhh..." my brother murmured quietly to me, stroking my hair soothingly, "Calm down, sis."

"I won't say anything!" the girl began to scream now, sobbing tearlessly.

I shut my eyes, tears streaming down my face. "Get me out of here." I whispered too lowly for him to hear.

"Get me out of here!" I screamed.

Jarrod carried me immediately, running back home and rushing to the drawers and getting my medicine.

Jarrod still thinks they're panic attacks, something a medicine could solve. But my mother and I agreed to never tell him of why I was sent to the mental clinic in the first place.

I confided to my mother that I see dead people. And I see them every day. Walking around like regular people. They don't see each other. They only see what they want to see. They don't know they're dead.

She didn't believe me.

With shaking hands, my brother handed me my pills and a bottle of water.

"What the hell is going on?" my mother demanded, coming out of her bedroom before gasping at what she saw. She immediately knelt down next to me, "Baby, what's wrong?"

I hugged her wordlessly. "Oh," she whimpered, "baby, you're shaking…what's wrong?" I knew she was crying, and I knew my brother was too.

I simply shut my eyes tighter, hugging her closer.

My mother insisted I sleep with her that night, not trusting me to be alone, scared that I might have another 'panic attack'.

But I couldn't sleep. It was too cold, and my mother's constant tossing and turning kept me awake.

She was snoring soundly when I got up to change. I was currently dressed in a tank top and shorts, which aren't the best sleeping-attire when in LaPush.

I crept cautiously into my bedroom.

No sign of Jenny.

I let out a sigh of relief before hurriedly picking my clothes.

I opened my drawer, pulling out my fuzzy socks, sweatpants, and my cable knit sweater. I stood, looking out the window. The moon was shining grandly against the beach, like a spotlight, the trees were waving gently, dancing in time to the rhythm of the wind.

I shivered, rubbing my arms. I glanced at my watch. 2:43 a.m.

"Might as well go for a walk." I smirked. I tugged on my ugg boots; I grabbed my sketchbook and a pencil before closing my bedroom door.

I grabbed my Ipod and a Snicker bar from the cabinet, my beanie hat and gloves, locking the door behind me.

I inhaled the pure clean air, so unlike the one I was used to in Spain. I beamed up at the moon, feeling unusually happy.

I glanced at the forest, deciding to take that route. I walked in, glancing around. I shoved my earphones into my ears, setting the volume low enough for me to be able to hear everything else going on.

An owl hooted, I turned off my ipod to listen.

The waves crashed gently against the shore, the wind howled gently, the leaves brushed against each other, letting out a gentle resonating sound. I smiled unconsciously.

I began to sing quietly 'Something Stupid', my favorite song.

I walked deeper into the forest, before sitting on a log and deciding on sketching the view I had of the cliffs. I opened up my Snicker bar, munching on it absent-mindedly as I sketched.

I stiffened when I heard a twig snap behind me.

It was one of them. It had to be.

I suddenly felt such anger, a fury I had never felt before. I was sick and tired of afraid.

"You won't scare me anymore." I whispered without turning, closing my eyes.

I felt a warm breath brush my arm slightly. I opened my eyes, stifling a gasp as I realized it was a…bear?

I turned fully now, placing my pencil behind my ear and my sketchbook aside. Hidden behind a few bushes, was a wolf. An enormous sandy-colored wolf with amber eyes.

I stood; he backed away a step, a strange emotion in his intelligent eyes.

"No," I murmured, holding my hand out, "Stay here." The wolf glanced around uncertainly, before stepping out from behind the bushes.

I stifled a gasp.

It was beautiful. Its sandy-colored fur seeming to glow under the moonlight, its amber eyes enormous and intelligent.

"Oh," I gasped softly, "you're beautiful." The wolf seemed to grin.

I grinned back, before glancing back at my sketchbook, which was still seated on the log, "May I, um, draw you?"

I suddenly realized how stupid I must've been for having had talked to a wolf as if though it could understand and respond.

But the wolf lied down next to the log cautiously, perhaps not wanting to scare me. I grinned, sitting back down on the log and turning to a new page.

The wolf seemed to be watching me curiously. I glanced up at him every now and then, when I finished I held it up so I could scrutinize it, "I don't mean to brag, but," I smirked at the wolf, "I'm pretty good."

I laughed as he cocked his head to the side, his ears perked up as I held the picture up for him to see. "I was taking art classes in Spain." I explained, "I would've been advanced but we moved here." I added sadly, flipping to another page.

I suddenly paused, frowning up at the wolf, "I'm probably crazy for talking to a wolf." I snorted, rolling my eyes, before adding, "But I guess I'm probably already crazy." I began to draw his eyes.

"You have scenic eyes, Mr. Wolf." I giggled uncharacteristically, smiling at my picture before smiling up at him.

I glanced up at the sky, the stars gleaming brilliantly against the darkness, the moon the only source of light here in the forest.

I smiled, before looking back at the wolf. "Wanna see my other sketches?" I offered stupidly, knowing he couldn't respond.

But he surprised me by stepping closer. I felt my heart accelerate, feeling a little fearful. He seemed to have sensed it because he backed away a step.

"No," I contradicted breathlessly, "I want you to come closer."

He stepped closer carefully, his eyes never leaving my face.

I flipped the page, showing him the sketch I did of Jarrod. "That's my younger brother Jarrod." I whispered, gazing at the wolf intently.

I flipped the page, showing him the sketch I did of the pet cat I had in Spain. "That was my pet back in Spain, his name was Nieve. It literally means 'snow' in Spanish." I explained, smiling at the sketch.

I flipped the page, showing him the sketch of my belly-dance costume.

"Oh," I whispered, "That's my belly-dance costume. I danced back in Spain, I think I'll continue here."

I flipped the page to the first sketch I had done when I first got the sketchbook, "That was my father, Fernando Omar Medina. He was Arabic/Spanish. Him and my mother met in New York, but she moved to England with him before they moved back to Spain after my brother and I were born. He left us over a year ago. We simply woke up one day, and he was gone." I murmured, gazing fondly at the picture.

I cleared my throat, realizing the wolf was gazing at me intently I flipped the page. "That's my mum, Sören. She takes very good care of me." I grinned, remembering how my mother would flutter around, like a restless bird, when I was in the mental clinic, "But she usually does things impulsively…doing what she thinks is best whether we like it or not." I sighed before snapping the sketchbook shut.

I glanced down at the Snicker bar, still unwrapped and waiting patiently on my lap to be eaten.

I held it up, "Want some?" He snorted, before leaning closer to sniff it. But just as he leaned forward, I pulled my hand back and bit into the Snicker.

"No? Oh, okay, your loss!" I winked at him as I munched happily. He seemed to grin, his amber eyes seeming to search my face.

"Wanna know my name, wolf?" I asked, swallowing. He nodded. I blinked, "Did you just nod?" He nodded again, rolling his huge amber eyes.

I blinked again, shaking my head before saying, "My name is Adonica Medina Messiao. But now that my dad's gone, my last name is now just Messiao."

I finished my snicker bar, shivering as I rubbed my arms, glancing around fearfully. They couldn't be around…Not now.

The wolf whimpered softly, stepping closer. I relaxed as I gazed down at him. I hesitantly lifted my hand; he leaned forward, allowing me to pet him.

"Oh," I gasped softly, "You're so soft." I paused and stiffened as I felt a familiar cold crawl around me, causing me to shiver as goose bumps appeared on my arms.

I glanced down at the wolf, my hand still on his head, completely frozen in fear.

He seemed to frown, whimpering softly.

My breath began to come out in ragged gasps. I stiffly let my hand fall down back to my side. I turned slowly. It was a pale teenager with crimson red eyes, light brown hair and frighteningly beautiful.

I stifled a gasp as I stepped back. His skin looked the same as the girl from before. His skin was cracked as if though it had been ripped and torn before coming back into one piece.

He was snarling at the wolf, but the wolf couldn't see him. He was looking at me, his intelligent eyes holding a confused expression.

"W-wolf, I-" "I must kill him!" the man snarled viciously, pointing a cracked finger at the wolf.

I began to tremble, gazing on blankly ahead, praying he would just leave.

The wolf whimpered a little louder, unaware of the man, seeming confused of my mood change.

I opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out. "Victoria wants me to kill him! They're coming after us!"

I closed my mouth, silently gathering my stuff, avoiding looking at the horrific teenager. "Gotta go, wolf. See you when I do." I whispered before stalking back towards the house, trembling uncontrollably now.

I barely made it out of the forest before I fell to my knees, gasping, "Oh, god…" I sobbed quietly, hugging my knees to my chest and rocking myself slightly. I closed my eyes, trying to erase the ugly image of the teenage boy with the cracked skin and red eyes.

You can't be afraid anymore, Adonica. I reminded myself.

I took in a shaky, but calming breath. I stood, picked up my stuff and walked back home.

"A man cannot reason with the woman he loves: he cares about her too much."

Seth's POV

I rolled my eyes, sighing as Embry and Quil fought over the last hamburger. I noticed Leah tiptoed up to the table, and snatching it off the plate, neither Embry nor Quil noticing.

I winked at her when she glared at me in warning. I heard Edward chuckle as he entered the room, "Esme says there's more in the kitchen." He told Embry and Quil who immediately ran to the kitchen like dogs.

"You okay, Seth?" Edward suddenly frowned, taking a seat next to me on the couch. I nodded, grinning, "Yep, Esme's a great cook for a vampire." I patted my full stomach but thought to him, Just thinking about imprints.

We both laughed, he sobered up a little before telling me, "She'll come someday, Seth." I knew exactly what he was talking about.

I know, Edward, I know. I grinned.

"She'll be happy to be yours, I know it." He grinned, patting my shoulder before standing and going back into the kitchen.

I walked out, "Ah, what a beautiful moon!" "Seth, the moon is always out up there, there's no difference of how beautiful it is." Jacob rolled his eyes at me, but smiled down at Nessie when she giggled.

"Well, today I've decided to comment on how beautiful it is." I rolled my eyes in a 'duh' manner. "Where are you going anyway?" Jacob asked as Nessie handed him more flowers.

"Gonna walk in the beach." I called back as I walked into the forest before phasing.

I let out a bark, loving the surge of power you feel when running in wolf form. But the peace was short. Embry phased too, running with me.

"Ever wondered why we even imprint?" Embry asked, after seeing the conversation I had with Edward. "Well, Sam said it was to keep up the lineage of wolves in our tribes." I shrugged. "Yeah, but do normal wolves even imprint?" he frowned.

I shrugged again, "Who knows? The imprinting thing seems to make one happy so…"

Embry, Leah, and I were the only ones who haven't imprinted yet. Leah acts like she doesn't care but I know she wishes she could, just break off what little connection she still has to Sam. Embry just gets a little bothered about seeing others so happy and knowing he hadn't imprinted yet.

And me? I just know she'll come along when the time is right. I'll need her, and she'll need me and I'll do my best to make her happy.

"How touching." Leah sneered from where she was. "Don't rain on my parade!" I growled lowly, getting away when she came.

I ran around the cliffs, taking in the pure air, listening to the waves crash against the shore, listening to the singing….

Wait...

"Who's that?" Embry asked. "Snow White?" Quil suggested. "Yeah, and we're the dwarves." Leah snapped. "Shh…." I snapped, perking my ears, trying to decipher where it was coming from.

"There's a girl here in the woods, guys." Leah warned us, showing us what she was seeing.

It was a teenager, with brown wavy hair, Leah's view of her only from behind. I came up to Leah quietly, scrutinizing the girl.

The girl had stopped singing, sitting on a log near where I was hiding. I held my breath.

She set her ipod next to her, opening her Snicker bar and flipping her sketchbook open and glancing towards the cliffs.

I stepped forward unconsciously, a twig snapping in the process.

"Idiot!" Leah hissed.

The girl stiffened visibly, "You won't scare me anymore." She whispered, not turning. I sighed at the sound of her voice. It was a beautiful sound.

The girl looked up, and glanced back. Leah stepped back, but I stayed frozen.

"Seth, you should step back!" Embry warned. "I-I can't." I whispered. "What do you mean you can't?" Leah snorted angrily.

Then that's when the girl turned fully, her green eyes connecting with mine.

I felt as if though I was falling really fast, but I was still standing, feeling breathless. I felt…numb. As if though nothing mattered except her.

"Oh, crap." Leah muttered.

The girl stood, her eyes wide, her breath visible in the cold. I stepped back, not wanting to scare her.

"No." she murmured, holding out her hand, "Stay here." I was surprised and happy at her request; most people would've run away at the sight of an enormous wolf.

I stepped forward cautiously and slowly, not wanting to startle her. Her pale skin glowed brilliantly, contrasting perfectly against the moonlight.

She gasped softly, "Oh, you're so beautiful." I couldn't help but grin stupidly. She grinned back, taking my breath away.

"Don't flatter yourself, Seth, she's only saying that 'cos she doesn't want you to eat her." Leah sneered as Embry laughed.

I suppressed my growl for my imprint's sake.

"May I, um, draw you?" She asked timidly, glancing back towards her stuff.

I suppressed a sigh. I lied down next to the log, a little away from her, not wanting to frighten her and ruin the moment.

She picked up her sketchbook and took the pencil out from behind her ear, and began to swipe her pencil across the paper, glancing up at me every now and then.

Her face was round and soft, with plump lips, and round green eyes. When she finished, she held her sketchbook up, her eyes critically scrutinizing the paper before she looked up at me.

"I don't mean to brag but, I'm good." She smirked, holding the sketchbook up for me to see.

"Hmmm…pretty good." Quil thought as Embry nodded in agreement.

She laughed, before saying, "I was taking art classes in Spain. I would've been advanced but we moved here." She added quietly, frowning sadly.

She brought the sketchbook down to her lap, flipping to another page before frowning up at me, "I'm probably crazy for talking to a wolf," she murmured, before shrugging and rolling her eyes, "But I guess I'm already crazy."

Her voice was beautiful. I would never tire of listening to her voice.

She frowned down at the paper as she drew something before glancing up at me and saying, "You have scenic eyes, Mr. Wolf." She giggled, smiling up at me.

"Mr. Wolf?" Quil and Embry repeated before laughing. But their thoughts were fuzzy and far away, I was so focused on my imprint.

She had such a beautiful smile, her white perfect teeth flashing between her lips.

She craned her head to look up at the sky, the moonlight gleaming against her face; she smiled before looking back at me and saying, "Wanna see my other sketches?"

Are you kidding? I want to know everything about you!

I stepped closer, I saw her visible breaths come out faster and louder; I took a hesitant step back. "No," she said breathlessly, "I want you to come closer."

"She's brave, I guess." Leah thought sourly as I stared at my imprint in wonder.

She swallowed, flipping a page. It was a sketch of a boy, staring at something next to him. He didn't look much like her except for the nose.

"That's my younger brother Jarrod." She whispered, gazing at me. She flipped the page. It was a sketch of a cat crouched, preparing to pounce.

"That was my pet cat back in Spain, his name was Nieve. Which literally means 'snow' in Spanish." She smiled lovingly at the sketch.

"Maybe she likes cats better than dogs?" Embry suggested. "Oh, then, Houston, we got a problem!" Quil agreed.

"Shut up." I thought back to them absent-mindedly, so mesmerized by my imprint.

She flipped the page. It was the only sketch that was colored. It was an outfit of some sort, the color of blood.

"Oh," she gasped softly, "That's my belly-dance costume. I danced back in Spain, I think I'll continue here."

Both Leah and Embry snorted where they were, "Maybe she'll dance for you, eh, Seth?" Quil winked suggestively as Leah laughed.

I would've blushed if I weren't in my wolf form.

She flipped the page, letting out a small sigh. It was a sketch of a man. He had a squared jaw, a slight stubble around his chin, and wavy hair.

"That was my father, Fernando Omar Medina. He left us over a year ago. There was no previous fights between my parents that let out a sign of divorce or separation…we simply woke up one day, and he was gone." She murmured wistfully, gazing fondly at the photo.

She missed him.

She cleared her throat when she glanced back at me, snapping the sketchbook shut.

She glanced down at the Snicker bar, still in her lap. She picked it up and held it up to me, "Want some?"

I snorted, but I leaned close just to sniff it for her sake. "Eat it." Quil dared.

But just as I leaned forward she drew her hand back, biting off the Snicker bar, "No? Okay, your loss!" she winked at me as she munched happily.

I grinned the best I could when in wolf form. "Okay, fine, she's funny too." Leah nodded sourly.

"Wanna know my name?" she asked, swallowing the last bits of the Snicker bar.

Are you kidding?

I nodded. She blinked, "Did you just nod?" I nodded again, impatient to know what her name was.

She shook her head slightly before saying, "My name is Adonica Medina Messiao. But now that my father's gone, my last name is just Messiao." She said, neatly folding the Snicker wrapper and putting it in her pocket.

"They're the family your mom was talkin' about!" Embry exclaimed, "Their mom is a designer, she's gonna work at the local fashion store in Portland."

She shivered, rubbing her arms, glancing around with a tint of fear in her eyes.

I whimpered as I stepped closer, not wanting her to be scared, I would protect her from anything.

Her eyes softened when she looked back at me, lifting her hand hesitantly,

I was little confused at first but then Leah growled, "She wants to pet you, idiot."

"Oh." I leaned forward, allowing her.

She carefully placed her tiny hand on my wolf head, petting it gently, "Oh," she exclaimed softly in surprise, "you're so soft!"

"Don't-" "Flatter myself, yes I know, she's only saying that 'cos she doesn't want me to eat her, yes I know." I finished for Leah, suppressing an eye-roll.

"You've learned well, young padawan." She thought sourly.

But suddenly I felt a cold gust of wind blow, causing Adonica to shiver and stiffen.

She glanced down at me, not moving. She was frozen; her hand paused on my head, trembling slightly.

Her breaths began to come out in ragged gasps, her breath visible in the cold, her heart racing furiously.

"What is it?" I growled mentally, whimpering, not wanting her to be scared. There was nothing around.

She stiffly drew her hand away from me, letting it fall limply down to her side. She turned slowly, completely frozen.

"W-Wolf, I-" but her voice was cut off as another gust of wind blew, causing her to flinch. She began to tremble visibly now.

"You're probably scaring her, Seth!" Quil said. "Or maybe she's just crazy." Leah thought.

"Shut up, Leah!" I thought, staring up in confusion at Adonica.

I whimpered a little louder, wanting her to snap out of it. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it, walking stiffly to the log and gathering her stuff.

"No…" I thought, not wanting her to leave.

"Gotta go, wolf," she whispered, "See you when I do." Then she walked on.

I followed her, making sure she made it home safely.

She barely made it out of the forest before she collapsed on the ground, her stuff falling down next to her. She sobbed quietly, gasping softly, hugging her knees to her chest and rocking herself gently.

"Oh god…Oh god..." she gasped, closing her eyes as if wanting to forget something. My heart clenched in pain for her.

"Dude, what's wrong with her?" Embry asked quietly, scared at the sight of Adonica crying.

She took in a breath, lifting her head and wiping her eyes. She gathered her stuff and went into her home.

"Dude, didn't that used to be the Hill's house?" Quil asked. "Yeah, they moved after one of Victoria's vampires killed her." I replied, staring up at the windows longingly.

"Oh, no. Imprinting means stalking." Leah shook her head forlornly as she walked away back to the Cullen's.