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a heads up; this story will very from character to character. i hope you all like it. its my first story away from Edward & Bella & its my second twilight story.

i own squat but the plot.

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CHAPTER ONE:
Untouched.
[Analisse Faith Ambros Point of view.]

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I remember thinking that this moment right here; would be the best moment of my life. I remember seeing Peter Holmes for the first time in La Push Highschool and thinking--yes, he is the one. But as my fingertips grazed against the warm skin of his back, my conscience began to spill back in. My thoughts began to pour out my mouth like a waterfall.

"What if someone see's us?" I said, my voice rough as I disconnected them from his lips.

"It was never a problem before."

His voice was equally gruff, if anything--maybe worse. There was an edge in his voice, but I was unsure whether to point it out or hold my tongue. His lips took my mouth before they would open of any doubt wanting to be spoken. Peter was smart today. And there I lay, feeling very dumb at the moment. I tried to find a better profound word for dumb, something that would ease the pain of my first time. But none came into the surface of my brain. I was a clear slate as soon as his hands slipped into my shirt.

I didn't have a chance to catch my breath my black shirt fell to the grounds of the rain forest that resided by La Push. I stared at it as he paid attention to my neck. It seemed to get farther and farther; as if it were fate not to pick it up and run to protect my innocence. But if Peter was the one, everything would be okay in the end.

I didn't look down at him. I could see him in my brain as I closed my eyes. Dark brown hair and dark eyes. I could imagine him holding me against his toned body. I could imagine every girl envy me as I went back to school the next day, his arm around my waist.

I sucked in a breath; unable to comprehend the next day. It didn't seem irrelevant to this moment.

"I think I hear something," I said in a rushed tone. The sound of twigs crunching was faint, but seemed to get louder by the second. Peter held me down to the blanket we laid out and shook his head. He placed his finger on my lips, his dark brown eyes flashing a bit of annoyance. He shushed me as he began to carry on with my body. The more and more carried on, the more I wasn't sure if this was it.

Mentally I cursed myself. The thoughts, racing in my head, didn't want to stop. If it were easy to pin point one thought, maybe I would be able to speak properly. Maybe I could muffle a sentence that made sense. A sentence that had confidence and courage. But the more I was willing to speak, but couldn't, the more I realized that this moment seemed to be involuntary. I lay still, giving up my body to someone that had no idea I took no part in this. But I'm not so sure he cared.

"Peter--I don't think I can get through this," I said finally.

"Analisse, please."

He was begging now. I didn't know what to say.

"Peter, seriously...I'm not ready."

He hold me down with more grip now, more force than ever before. I could feel my eyes tear up as I choked on the words that couldn't come out.

"Peter stop."

"We've waited for three months," he said, now unbuttoning my pants, "How much time do you need to be ready?"

"More than a couple of seconds," I said, noticing how easily he was to slip my jeans off. I closed my eyes at the sight of my bare legs being touched by his hand.

"Peter," I seemed to have screamed the time. I didn't notice. I couldn't hear myself.

"Stop! Please!"

He was getting closer now. Inches away from changing me forever. The sound of forever didn't sound so good when I lived seventeen years incomplete. I couldn't bare the thought of being changed forever, when I wasn't even complete. This would not complete me.

"I'm not ready!" I screamed out the words like venom. I tried to break my hands loose of his grip, and tried to move my head away from his lips as he tried to kiss me. He grunted as I scratched my nails into his skin.

"Stop it Ana!" He groaned, holding me down to a point where trying to move looked impossible, "Don't waste my time."

I felt a hot teardrop fall over my cheek. The cold in the air began to lower, bringing in the chill of the breeze. I shivered, both by his touch and the wind. Suddenly, the more I tried to fight him, the more the tears began to flow. The word impossible showed up in my vocabulary more than ever. Along with sex, love, and betrayal. His lowered his head down to my neck, trying to calm me down with his sensual touch.

"Please get off," I felt my voice quiver, "Get off! Stop!"

I tried to have the strength to hit him, to crawl away from his grip. Anything that would keep me--Analisse Faith Ambros--a virgin.

His hand raised as I bit down on his shoulder. My right hand was free for a second, but it stopped in a second. I felt a hard strike against my cheek. It stung down to my cheek to my bottom lip. The back of my head began to throb as it head something sharp behind me. It hurt to much to move to examine anything. My breaths became jagged, giving me more reason to believe that my life was now in the hand of Peter Holmes.

"Fuck, what did I do?"

His voice was fading. The more my heart began to beat heavily in my ears, the more everything was blocked out. My voice, his voice, and my vision. It all went black.