Lillian woke to distorted shapes and mumbled voices

Lillian woke to distorted shapes and mumbled voices. She didn't open her eyes at first; she wanted to know where she was. Hopefully everything that she thought had happened was all a dream. Or not… Jacob's eyes had seemed too real and frightening to be a dream. Lillian couldn't stand to wait any longer; she had to know if what she thought was reality had actually happened. She opened her pale blue eyes and gasped.

"Ah, she's awake." A boy that Lillian knew to be Sam greeted teasingly. Lillian hastily sat up to get a better look at those who surrounded her. The first person she noticed was Jacob, he was sitting uncomfortably close to her and she felt the heat pulsating from his warm body. Lillian shifted closer to him unconsciously, and then she realized what she was doing and shied away again. This seemed to please Jacob, which irritated Lillian even more than she already was.

"What time is it?" Lillian asked Sam, pointedly not looking at Jacob. Sam glanced at another boy, Paul, who looked at his watch.

"Almost eight o'clock," Paul answered. Lillian leapt up from the couch. She was furious beyond belief.

"Do you realize what you've made me do? Thanks to you, I just blew off a date with my boyfriend!" Lillian shouted, bravely calling Anthony her boyfriend. Jacob's face fell.

"You have a boyfriend?" Jacob asked sullenly.

"I think you're missing her point, Jake." Quil chuckled from across the room. Jacob shot him a quick glare before directing his attention back to Lillian.

"I need a phone!" Lillian demanded, glancing nervously around the room. To her surprise a girl gave her one.

"Here, I'm sorry about all of this…" the girl apologized, frowning at Jacob who didn't look the least bit sorry. Lillian accepted the phone, looked at the girl thankfully who gave it to her, and screamed. The girl had deep gashes running across her torn face, and she looked like she had just been mauled by a wolf or something. Lillian backed away from the girl until her back was against the wall.

"It's okay, I'm sorry; I should have warned you about my scars. My name is Emily." Emily said, extending her hand to Lillian. Lillian cautiously shook Emily's hand, not taking her eyes off of her horrible scars.

"I'll b-be right b-back," Lillian stuttered, and quickly fled the room. She quickly dialed Anthony's phone number, she had memorized it a couple of months ago so that she'd recognize it if he ever called her. It rung for a brief couple of rings, and then he answered.

"Hello?" Anthony said, sounding forlorn.

"Anthony! I'm so sorry, I didn't stand you up, I was… unavailable at the last moment." Lillian finished lamely. She didn't want to say "kidnapped" even though it had been on the tip of her tongue. She heard him sigh over the phone.

"So why didn't you call me?" Anthony asked. Lillian was about to answer when she heard whispering on the other line. Female whispering.

"Is there someone there with you?" Lillian screeched disbelievingly. She distinctly heard the sounds of giggling at her words. "Where are you?!"

"Umm… I'm at my house… Cathy's here too…" Anthony trailed off. Lillian was speechless. "You see, I saw her at Starbucks… you know… while I was waiting for you."

"Oh." Lillian said. She knew who Cathy was; she was a blonde popular snot who never got a grade above a C. Lillian never really thought about Cathy before, but now she suddenly hated her. More whispering sounded on the other line, and Lillian felt like she was going to be sick.

"Is it okay if I go?" Anthony asked, his voice a pitch higher than it was before. Lillian didn't want to know what had caused this new change in his voice.

"Sure, just don't talk to me tomorrow, okay?!" Lillian cried, slamming her finger on the "end" button with a little more force than necessary. She stumbled back into the warm living room, sinking down onto the couch. Lillian promptly began sobbing the moment she hit the cushions. Jacob was next to her in a second, pulling her into his warm arms. Lillian didn't fight him, she was too busy crying.

"This is all your fault." Lillian accused weakly. Jacob didn't answer, he merely held her. "Mind telling me what's going on here? Why don't you start with where I am and what happened. The last thing I remember I was in the hallway and you were…"

"Yeah, you passed out when I touched you," Jacob said, a bit of amusement creeping into his voice. "You're doing much better now."

"So where the hell am I?" Lillian asked, wiping her tears away angrily.

"In Sam and Emily's house. I know I should have brought you home, but I wanted you to meet my family." Jacob murmured, stroking Lillian's hair gently.

"You're family?" Lillian asked, feeling surprised.

"They technically aren't my family. But they're part of my pack." Jacob answered seriously. Lillian pulled away from him, and looked Jacob in the eyes.

"What do you mean by that? I'd like some real answers here!" Lillian yelled. "And why are you suddenly so into me?" She added quietly. Jacob sighed.

"Okay, I'll tell you everything. Try not to interrupt, just let me speak. Have you heard all of the ancient Quilete legends?" Jacob asked. Lillian nodded; she had heard them all told over a campfire as a young girl. "Good, then this will be easy. You know the legend that says that we all descended from wolves, and the ones about the bloodsuckers?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?" Lillian inquired. Jacob stood up.

"They're true." With that, Jacob started to shake and his form/ outline started to blur. With a final burst, he turned into the largest wolf that Lillian had ever seen. Lillian was frozen with shock. She barely registered the new presence in the room, and Emily taking her hand gently.

"They're all werewolves, sweetheart." Emily whispered. The wolf, Jacob, padded forward and nuzzled Lillian playfully. Emily chortled and pulled Lillian away. Lillian couldn't seem to feel her limbs anymore, and words evaded her.

"Jacob, you'd better turn back now. I think the poor dear's in shock." Emily ordered, sitting Lillian down again. The wolf, Jacob, exited the room obediently. After a few moments a fully human Jacob entered, sitting next to Lillian again.

"What do you think?" Jacob asked, sliding even closer to Lillian.

"I think I'm dead. Or having the longest dream in history… or I could just be crazy…" Lillian mused. Jacob laughed.

"You're fine, I know it's a lot to take in at once… maybe I should answer your other question…" Jacob mumbled, looking down. Lillian looked up sharply, and didn't even notice as Emily swiftly exited the living room.

"Are you referring to why you're suddenly so into me?" Lillian asked eagerly. Jacob nodded, still not meeting her eyes.

"You see… when we become werewolves… we imprint. Once we see the person that we're destined to be with, she becomes our world. You can't do anything without thinking about her, and you want to be with her every chance you get. Imprinting is very powerful, and we have absolutely no control over it… Lillian… I've imprinted on you." Jacob concluded, looking at her once again. Lillian froze again. It was too much, just too much to handle. Lillian did the one thing she could, she ran.

Lillian burst out of the house and fled into the woods, ignoring Jacob's now distant calls. She ran blindly through the woods, wincing at the pain in her feet from the various briars that littered the forest floor. She knew that Jacob would soon catch up to her, so she took a twisting, dark path through the woods.

What Lillian didn't know was that there was a newborn vampire lurking in the forest, watching her. The newborn had come to hunt with her coven, but got distracted by the scent of human blood (Lillian's feet were now bleeding). The older part of the newborn's coven realized what was about to happen, and rushed to that section of the forest to try to stop her. But it would be too late. Bella Swan's kill was running right into her awaiting jaws, and she didn't yet have the self control to stop herself from killing the unsuspecting Lillian.