Elle was glad when Edward left. She could finally be alone, could finally cry in peace, and maybe get some sleep before school in the morning. She wrinkled her nose, smelling something putrid, like a dog. Then, a tall, muscular boy climbed into her window. Her jaw dropped, as he got nearer, the scent got sweeter. He was tan, and shirtless, and she couldn't keep from staring, mouth open.

Jacob looked at the girl. She was gorgeous, like a Goddess, long platinum blonde curls flowing to her mid-back, pale white skin shining in the moonlight coming in through the window. He shook the thoughts from his head; he loved Nessie, not this girl. So what was wrong with him?

He grinned sheepishly at the girl. "Take a picture, it will last you longer!" he chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest, hearing her heart speed up, watching her look down, her face flushed a deep crimson red.

Elle stared at the ground and murmured "Who are you?" and murmured to herself "and what are you, no human looks that good."

The sexy boy chuckled. "I'm Jacob Black. But most people call me Jake." He looked at her. "And, I'm a werewolf. Thanks for the complement!" he grinned, lopsidedly.

Elle gasped, blushing even brighter now. "I… I was… Uh…" she couldn't think straight with him standing there, watching her like this.

Jacob laughed at the girl's attempts. "Sure, Sure. So you're Carlisle's kid, huh? Louiselle?"

The girl nodded, and quietly murmured, "People call me Elle…"

He looked at her eyes, red from tears. "What's wrong, Elle?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders gently.

The girl shrugged him off gently, shocked by his heat, and that he had touched her. Her mind automatically flashed back to that night in London when she had left for the biggest ball of the year.

FLASHBACK:

She was wearing her finest white gown, and her elbow-length silk gloves. Her curls were up in a knot, held up by a pearl-colored comb. Elle walked down the street alone, the lamp and starlight beautiful. She turned down an alley, a shortcut to her friend Catherine's house.

Elle caught her breath, as she saw a man standing at the end of the alley, seemingly waiting for her. She could smell he wasn't human, and he had no heartbeat. He smiled sickly, running at her, grabbing her.

"Hello, little one." he murmured, his cold breath tickling her ear. "Why so scared? I won't hurt you…" he said, stroking her face with his fingers. "I promise." he said, louder, pulling her face to his hungrily.

Elle tried to push him off, but he threw her against a wall, ripping the front of her elegant dress to expose her breasts. She gasped and sobbed as he grabbed at her bare skin, his cold hands like ice on her warm skin. Elle tried to break free, but he kept her there.

"Better not to run or I'll get more turned on… I don't want to hurt you… I've been watching you so long, dear." James said, sickeningly.

Elle tried to scream, but James caught her by her throat, not letting the sound escape her lips.

He ripped the rest of her dress off, sliding in her and taking her virginity.

End of flashback.

Elle gasped, tears streaming down her face. She started shaking, hyperventilating. Edward came back in the room, growling at Jacob.

Elle looked up at Edward. "Now you know…" she whispered, looking ashamed.

Jacob looked from Elle to Edward. "Know what?" he said, confused.

Elle thought "You can tell him… I would rather not talk about it."

Edward grabbed Jacob's arm, forcefully dragging him to the girl's closet, whispering in his ear, "A long time ago, James raped her… Don't touch her again, it may trigger another flashback."

Jacob stared at Edward, jaw dropped. He walked back outside, looking at Elle. "I'm so, so sorry!" he said, looking like he might cry himself.

Elle sobbed louder, hissing slightly. "I hate it… when people feel bad for me. Please… don't?" she said, almost begging.