3- Maybe I shouldn't have...

"How was vacation?" Jackson asked me in front of my two-story house. You could say my house was a little dingy, but my family and I just called it "one of a kind."

"Eh. It was alright. Every year I go there it's the same old same old. Frolicking in the water. Tanning. More frolicking. Sleep. And that was only the first day! Not to mention a bunch of guys tried to pick up Ellie for the fifth year in a row!" I said sarcastically. Let's just say I'm not the sentimental type.

"That's okay." Jackson said. "You have me, don't you?"

I smiled, realizing that I wasn't being appreciative of Jackson, and I wasn't exactly the most beautiful person in the world. Any girl would kill, sometimes would literally kill to have him.

"You're right. I do have you." I said.

Jackson's smile faltered. He turned his face to the woods next to our house. You know those woods in Harry Potter? The Forbidden Forest? That's pretty much what the woods next to my house looked like, mist and strange noises included.

"Here comes your brother. See you later!" Jackson sputtered as he ran away, our conversation cut short. I turned to see my brother emerging from the woods with a huge bear trap in his hands. But this didn't look like a trap for a bear. It almost looked big enough for a lion.

"Hey sis!" Andrew said. His baby face made him look much younger than his 18 years, and his wavy brown hair and eyes reminded me of my dad. But I could easily see through his grin. He knew I was up to something.

Ever since Jackson and I had started going out a year ago, we had kept out relationship a secret. I couldn't exactly tell my parents I was dating a werewolf. And anyways, even though Jackson was over 1000 years old, he was still considered a baby in "werewolf years." He hadn't learned to control his powers yet, and what if I was introducing my parents to Jackson and he was so excited that all of a sudden a tail sprang out of his pants and started to flap? I couldn't just say "Oh look! Mom and Dad, I forgot to mention something special about Jackson. He's a werewolf!"

"Hi Andrew." I said. I wanted to turn this conversation around quickly because I knew the direction it was going in, and that consisted of Andrew asking me "Who was that strange boy you were with?"

"What are you doing Andrew? I'm pretty sure that a bear would be a little smarter than that trap. It's huge and obvious. Why are you even trying to catch a bear anyway?"

Bear traps usually consisted of a hinge-like thing that had sharp teeth. If a bear stepped in it then- WHAP! It's paw was caught and so was it's dignity. Then whomever set the trap would come and- BAM! Bye bye bearie!

It was Andrew's turn to look guilty.

"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about." Andrew sputtered. He obviously did know what I was talking about, but I decided I could live without continuing this conversation, so I turned and sauntered inside.

When I got inside I slammed the door behind me, just wanting to sit on the couch in my room, eat ice cream, and watch the Titanic. So I did just that.

Four heart- wrenching hours later, (I won't let go Jack! I won't let go!) I heard a tap on the window. Gee, I wonder who it was, with only one person I know with super powers coming to mind.

I opened up the curtain a tad, and held up my index finger to show that I'd be there in a minute. I went to my mirror and only felt gratification at my decision to look at my appearance first.

Mascara pools ran down my face from crying, and my hair was a rat's nest. I made a quick fix on my makeup, then ran a brush through my hair.

It's the natural look today, I thought.

I turned to the window and opened it, only to see that it had already been lifted up, the curtains swaying in the summer breeze. I swept my gaze around the room, but as I turned around, a huge man, probably eight feet tall, stood in the corner, hunched over. The ceiling was too tall for him. He had ears on the top of his head, long, canine like teeth, and hair all over. A werewolf, and definitely not Jackson. His eyes were bright red, which told me they he was an alpha.

I started to back up from him in fear, to the corner of my room. He advanced towards me, one clawed hand rising to grab me.

"What's wrong girlie?" He snarled. "Don't run away! One little bite is all it takes."

He wanted to turn me into a werewolf! But why? I tried to scream, but all that came out was a strangled cry. Who was going to protect me from an 800 pound, muscle-bound werewolf anyway?

I was completely against my wall now, and I didn't have anything to protect myself. All I could do was raise my hands over my head, as if that would do anything. I hoped that being bitten by a werewolf wasn't too painful.

4- What are you doing?

As I braced myself, another guy jumped through the window. He had brown hair, also carefully styled, (What was up with guys and gel around here anyway?) and yellow eyes. But that was because he was a werewolf too. He was a lot smaller than the guy attacking me though, but he was just as scary, and just as hairy.

"What are you doing Derek?" He asked the bigger one, supposedly Derek.

"None of your business!" Derek hissed. "Why don't you go run along with your little wuss friend and play some soccer, or whatever it is you do."

"This girl obviously isn't your business!" Scott yelled. "Stop trying to turn people that don't want to!"

"Aw, Scottie!" Derek said, pacing back and forth. "You're not going to make this hard on me are you?"

Derek grinned and lunged towards Scott. All I could do was watch in horror as this guy was ripped to shreds, but he was obviously tougher than he looked, because he thrusted his hand, (or should I say paw?) out and Derek slammed into his chest, then went flying backwards into my bedroom wall.

Into my bedroom wall! My parents were going to kill me! Speaking of my parents, as Derek was recovering from the hard blow, my mom started to knock on my door.

"Alexa!?" She yelled. "What's going on in there?"

Derek got up and frowned. "Mommy's here." He said quickly. "Looks like I have to take my leave for now, but I'll be back!" As he was saying this, he ran and jumped out of the window. It looked as if he was transforming back into a human as he did so, but I didn't get to see his face.

Scott turned to me and shook his head, then jumped out of the window also, leaving me in the dust with a wall blasted to smithereens. How was I going to explain this to my parents?

I wouldn't open my door for my mom, I just told her that I fell off my bed but I was okay.

What had just happened? I wasn't safe, that was for sure. What if I was sleeping and Derek decided to come and take a chunk out of my arm?

I couldn't call the cops either. There was only one thing I could do. I ran to my dresser and pulled out a gift Jackson had given me a while ago. It was a dog whistle. He told me to blow it whenever I needed him. But now that I knew of other werewolves in the vicinity, if I blew the whistle, would they come out of curiosity too? I didn't want to find out.

I remembered that Jackson said he had super hearing, so I just stuck my head out the window and called his name. I quickly backed up, and in a matter of seconds he was diving through my window.

"Woah!" He said. "What happened to your wall?"

I quickly gave him the rundown on what had happened in the past few minutes, and when I was finished, he actually looked disinterested.

He looked up, as if just noticing I was standing there.

"Look," he said nonchalantly. "I would have come to protect you. Don't worry about it." he turned away like the conversation was over.

I sputtered in indignation. "You're kidding right? I was almost bitten by a werewolf and all you can say is you would have protected me? You didn't even tell me that there were other werewolves in this area! I know what it is! You're jealous! You're jealous that Scott came faster than you did!"

It was his turn to get angry. And boy was he angry.

"What!?" He seethed. "You think I'm jealous? That's the last thing i'd ever be-"

Before he could finish defending himself, I pointed my finger towards the window. He growled at me and jumped out. All I could do was sit on my bed and cry.