A/N Beta'd and made shiny by Mynxi's magic fingers, pre-read by my awesome wifey, THEChickNorris and my fabulous bestie, TittyKickers. I still don't own Twilight, surprise there, right? This chapter gives you a hint of what's to come.

T~Y~L~E~R

We all heard the noises from the kitchen, a nice mess of 'oh yeah, sex me up' noises that, as a guy, you always dream of hearing from a woman. I'd been hoping that Bella would be making them for me tonight, not some guy that she'd had some eye fuck game going on with. Some guy just minutes after they met for the first time. I sighed and rolled my eyes, pissed off as we heard someone running up the stairs and then a door being slammed shut. Everyone looked up to the ceiling, hearing the squeak of the bed and some other banging about.

Great choice on the bedroom, Bella, right above our heads. Fuck.

"Is that Bella!" Jessica asked, looking around at everyone.

All the La Push guys laughed. I just glared. There isn't a man alive that wants to hear that laugh when it's about the girl that they want. The laugh that may as well be them walking right on up there and clapping the guy on his shoulder. Fucking bastards. Bella isn't some piece of ass that they can congratulate someone over for nailing. She's special, different. She's someone that you want to get to know and be with, not just a good fuck.

"That's got to be a record, even for Paul," Some guy said. I didn't give a shit who, I didn't know these guys and they made me uncomfortable the way they're all WWE huge and looking at each other like they know something that we don't.

Again with that laughter. Fuckers.

"It's different this time," the oldest guy pointed out, looking like some Alpha dude boss man as he made eye contact with each of the others.

Raised eyebrows, shocked faces, knowing grins. Yeah, they knew something we didn't know. Us Forks peeps were sitting pretty with no fucking clue what was going on, other than the screams that were coming from upstairs. And they weren't of the bad kind either, oh no, Bella was screaming like someone was making all her sexual dreams come true. And all at once. Bastard.

I finished my beer and escaped to the kitchen, not surprised that Bella hadn't put the pizzas in before playing whore with whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is-with-way-too-many-muscles. Nothing like a Native American giant to distract you from food apparently. The pizzas just about fit in the oven, it was a testament to the amount of times me and the guys had done shit like this that I knew how to get them in there and make sure they cooked evenly. I fucked about in the kitchen for as long as I thought I could. Getting another beer, clearing shit up, finishing said beer...getting another one. When it was pretty damn clear that I'd have to be getting back in there before someone came to get me, I walked back in.

"So, did you guys see the wolves when you got here?" Lauren was asking from her perch on Conner's lap. The girls had all taken up station on their guys laps to make room for the newcomers.

Jake laughed darkly. "Wolves? No, we didn't see any wolves. Anyone see any wolves?" he asked his friends, still laughing.

"Nope, no wolves. It was just us when we got here...is that why you've got all the shutters down?" Some guy asked, as if it'd been the most stupid idea ever.

"Yeah, we figured it was better being safe than sorry." Conner was the one to answer, and I knew from his voice and look that I wasn't the only one unimpressed by these guys. There was just something not right with them.

"Whatever. So, you want stop drinking that pussy shit and have some 'shine with us?" Jake asked as he produced a clear bottle of liquid.

I figured why the fuck not and agreed. We all did. The last thing I remember was accepting the second shot.

B~E~L~L~A

I was so very warm. Warm and snugly and sated and deliciously sore between my legs. That kind of soreness that you read about, the kind that leaves you with no doubt that you've enjoyed some good lovin'. I chuckled to myself at the thought, flipping over onto my back and stretching out like a cat, my arms above my head. I knew I was alone, I remember him leaving. I also knew he would be back, back for me, he'd said. His parting words had been a promise and an impossible explanation, but I believed him. There was no doubt in my mind. Just as I knew he was mine, I knew that I was his, too. There was no questioning it, it just was. And I was happy, so very happy, if not a little fuzzy about what had exactly happened last night.

The bed hitting my back was my only clue that we'd reached the bedroom. His mouth hadn't left mine but for a breath, he tore at my clothes, the tattered remains falling and flung to the floor. I was already ready, I needed him inside me.

I heard the door open, interrupting my trip down memory lane, but I didn't open my eyes, didn't move. I didn't want to; I wanted to stay exactly where I was until Paul came back for me.

"Knock knock, oh wanton woman you." Jessica. I fought not to join in with her giggles.

"Jesus, Bella, did that guy try to eat you or something last night?" Someone, Lauren I assumed by the high pitched nature of her scream, asked me.

I frowned, finally opening my eyes and seeing Jessica, Lauren, and Angela in the room. All three of them looking down at me with expressions that ran from horror to impressed. "What are you talking about?" I kept the sheet over my chest as I sat up, rubbing my face and pulling my hair behind my shoulders.

"You have a bite mark on the back of your neck." Jessica said.

"Look!" Angela shoved a mirror at me, holding another in front of me and I angled it right to see what the hell they were talking about.

"Damn," I breathed, though I wasn't too sure whether it was from arousal or irritation. Then I remembered when it had happened.

He was inside me, over me, around me, consuming me completely. I had never felt anything like this, it went beyond feeling. So deep, so filled...I submitted to him completely, without question and with perfect trust. His mouth on mine, his tongue plundering, his teeth biting. I wanted more, needed more. I wanted his teeth. I was flipped, resting on hands and knees, my ass held up high for him, all for him. And he was back inside me, pushing, pulling, thrusting. Violence and lust and claiming. His fist in my hair, my head pulled back, my back arched, my neck prone. His mouth on my skin, the fierce piercing on his teeth, and my scream of completion.

"Wow, would you look at that, our little Bella has grown up," Jessica said, looking me over as she sat with me on the bed. "Are you okay? I know this wasn't your first time," she said, rolling her eyes in a way that made me giggle. "But from what we heard...and have now seen, it was pretty rough."

I smiled and it was genuine. It was happy and true. "Oh, I'm better than okay. I've never...it was just so...gah...it was so intense."

Girly giggles erupted from all of us and I fell back onto the pillows, fighting hard not to rub my thighs together to assuage the feelings that my memories erupted. I had flashes of a hot body, all sinew and muscle, moving over me, behind me, under me. God, I was going to jump him when he came back.

"I'm kinda jealous. I've been seeing Mike for over a year and we had sex last night...in front of everyone no less, which should be a hot, hot, hot story to tell...and he lasted just long enough to make me realise what I was missing out on when he finished," Jessica said through laughter. "It's a good thing I love him...and that he knows how to work his tongue." She waggled her own tongue as we all laughed, "He totally made it up to me later."

"I have to taste you, Bella. I want your juices dripping down my chin."

Fuck. Me.

"You okay there, Bella? You look a little flushed," Angela asked.

"Oh yeah. I'm good...just...I can't stop thinking about last night."

Thick fingers, hot tongue. Lapping, tasting, devouring.

"Look at you, all sexed out and up. What the hell did you two get up to last night anyways? I mean, we all heard you. And him for that matter." Lauren prodded, a grin on her face.

"We...shit. What didn't we do? We almost fucked in the kitchen," I admitted with a blush heating my cheeks.

"Mine," he said. "My imprint, my mate." His tongue laved across my skin. I felt as though his hands were everywhere at once. "Yours," I had moaned, over and over again. His, Mine, Ours.

"Yeah, Tyler said he interrupted some heavy eye contact when he caught you in the kitchen," Angela said as she got up from the bed. "Alright, girlies, I need a shower and some serious grease for breakfast. I'll meet you downstairs."

"Sounds like a good idea," Lauren agreed and Jess stood up with her.

"Let me shower and I'll make breakfast," I added, wrapping the sheet around myself as I stood on slightly shaky legs, the mention of food had me hungrier than I ever remembered being before.

"Oh, thank God!" All three said, and I just rolled my eyes and walked to my bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah, 'Bella makes the best', I know." I closed the door on their laughter and leant against the sink, staring at myself in the mirror above it, before turning to the left at the full length mirror on the wall.

I let the sheet fall to the floor, pooling at my feet and just looked at myself. I was covered in marks. From Pauls fingers, mouth, hands. My whole body shuddered from the memories of each and every one, my hands skimming over my skin, pinching and pulling, groping and kneading.

Him beneath me, driving himself up and against me as I rotate and grind and bounce and shift, my own hands on my skin, my hair over my shoulders and my eyes connected to his. I feel empowered, powerful, feral. I was growling, growing, shifting in my own skin. It was painful, but not, it was amazing and phenomenal. His thumb on my clit...circles, circles, circles. My head falls back, my hips move quicker, I feel him harden. Feel him throb. I clench and growl, throwing myself forward, moving impossibly hard. His eyes are gold. "Your eyes?" I groan, lost. He smiles, it's all sex and teeth. "Your eyes too." And I know that mine mirror his. I want to bite him. "Do it," he growls, all growls...and then my teeth are in his skin, his blood on my tongue. And he tastes...so...good.

I watch a slow smile spread across my reflection, and for a second it doesn't feel like me, it doesn't look like me. Gold eyes. Wolf eyes. And then it was gone, my reflection and I became one and it was just me, and even with the memories clearing and coming back fully, even when I knew that something outside of the ordinary had happened last night, something dangerous. I didn't care, I wanted it. It was right. It was mine.

Nails, longer...shaper than they should have been, scraping down his back. My hips roll, lift, thrust and I clench and scream and come all over him.

The shower was the best I'd ever had, the water just seemed to feel so much more on my skin. The heat reminded me of Paul, the temperature was turned up to the max and not reddening my skin. Not even a little. I almost wanted it hotter. I stared at my eyes the whole time I brushed my teeth and washed my face, stared as if I were seeing myself for the first time. They seemed to now hold a knowledge far beyond my years. My hair was longer and thicker, glossier. And my skin was better, perfect even.

I dressed as best as I could to cover the marks. I was in no mood for questions and there was only one man who got to see that much of me and my hair was down to cover his mark on my neck. Though, I found, my fingers would always find their way back there to trace over it. His mark had healed already, something that I should've found weird, but only thought of as amazing. I could feel him with me, somewhere within me. It connected me to him.

I lay panting on the bed, he loomed above me, my blood still on his lips. I don't think I had ever seen anything so sensual before in my life. "Connected...forever. You're mine now." I reached for him as I nodded. I already knew that.

I went straight into the kitchen and began pulling food out of the fridge. I filled the counters with bacon and sausages, eggs and homemade hashbrowns that I'd brought with me. I stood staring at it all, wondering if it would be enough.

"Shit, Bella, you planning on feeding an army?" Tyler joked as he came in, his eyes wide as he saw all the food I was about to cook.

"No, the guys will be here in a few, but I don't think we have enough," I mused, not realising what I'd just said.

"Which guys?" Tyler asked, his mood obviously having dropped.

I looked at him like he was totally missing the obvious. "Paul and Jake and the others. They're on their way here."

"You gave that guy your number?" Tyler snarked.

"No." I frowned and turned back to the food. I had no patience for him this morning. I could almost smell his jealously and it burnt my nose a little.

"Then how do you know they're coming back?" he asked, confused.

I didn't need to answer him as I heard the guys coming into the house and then his arms were around me and his mouth was on my neck and Tyler and his inane questions were forgotten, "Morning, baby."

"Mmm, good morning." I left the food to turn and kiss him. It felt like coming home.

"You knew we were coming?" he asked as he licked up my throat, caressing his mark as he did so. "You felt it."

"Yes," I breathed, gripping his massive shoulders in my hands.

"We brought food yesterday, it's in the cooler." Paul broke the kiss, smirking down at me. "We tend to eat a lot, and we brought steaks."

I laughed, biting my lip...and then his. "Fire up the grill outside? I like my steaks bloody."

"That's my woman," his voice was all sex and rumbling growls.

"Oh yes," my answer was simple but true, and full on need and want.

"Bella! We're hungry!"

We broke apart at the scream. Paul's head glaring at the doorway, shaking and growling. I turned him back to look at me. "Don't worry about them, baby. We'll eat and then I'll let you feast."

The grill was up and running, the scent of cooking meat filled the air as I brought out the bowls of eggs and plates of bacon, the sausages and steaks were on the grill. Angela followed me with platters of buttered bread and the hashbrowns. We set it all up on the large picnic table in the garden. Everyone sat around on chairs or logs that had been put there for this purpose. I made up plates of food for both me and Paul, each plate piled high with food and he joined me, setting a bloody steak on each plate. I sat in his lap, the plates in front of us on a table the guys had carried outside. I hummed happily as he fed me and I fed him, the others completely forgotten. I licked the blood and steak juices from his lips and chin, and purred as he sucked eggs from my fingers.

"Jesus, you two, we don't want a live showing of '9½ Weeks," Tyler grumbled from across the way.

I ignored him, Paul threw our uneaten bread at his head and then continued to feed me until I was full. None of this seemed unusual. though I was aware that I should think of it as that. With morning had come certain changes in my thinking, from the second I had looked into Paul's eyes, my world had changed.

"Be right back. I'm just going to grab something to drink." I left Paul with a lingering kiss and glared at Tyler as I walked past him.

Once in the kitchen, I pulled out the orange juice, pouring myself a glass and drinking it straight down before refilling it with vodka along with some orange juice. Seemed like a good time to start drinking, and I enjoyed the burn as it flowed down my throat. I knew exactly when someone else came into the room and I knew it was Jake. He came straight up behind me and sniffed at my neck, I didn't move, I didn't feel threatened. Some instinct inside me knew what he was doing.

"You want a glass, Jake?" I asked when he stepped away.

"Sure, sure." I smiled at him over my shoulder. It was a secret smile, a knowing smile, and it was returned in full. "I was going to get you to go home, you know?"

I didn't look up from the drink I was pouring him. I knew exactly what he was talking about. "I know, no matter what I know that you wouldn't want any harm to come to me...especially now, huh?"

"Oh yeah," he grinned, and accepted the glass. "Thanks, Bells. You know what's coming tonight, right?"

I just nodded.

Whispers in my ear, arms tight and sure around me, keeping me safe and secure. "You'll be safe tomorrow now. You're one of us, not them." Sweet caresses, my fingers unable to leave his skin, my breath hot against his skin.

"I know." No need for explaining, I knew. I just knew. "It will come when the full moon rises, the first always does," he murmured.

"It wasn't the full moon tonight?" I asked, my legs shifting against his.

"No, the moon reaches its full phase tomorrow night, and then you'll know." He slipped inside me, his cock so hard.

"I already know," I breathed and lost myself in him again.

"Will the other imprints be joining us?" I inquired, leaning back against the counter.

Jake's smirk was all I needed as an answer. "It won't be their first, just you and Seth have that tonight."

I grinned, taking in a deep breath, feeling my eyes shift once more as they fluttered against closing, the feelings evoked by thoughts of tonight making me shiver. "Oh...I know."

"You're gonna make us proud, Bells." Jake said as I fought to bring myself under full control.

"Bella, you got any fruit hidden in there? I feel like I need a vitamin injection after all of that meat," I laughed at Angela as she came in and turned to the fridge, thankful for the distraction and grabbing an orange out and throwing it to her. "Oh, you life saver." She laughed and turned to see who else was in here with me.

When their eyes locked I took a moment to wonder at how they'd never looked directly at each other before this moment. But then I was just happy to have a new sister. I watched them as they formed the connection, watched Angela's hand fall to her side, the orange falling from limp fingers and rolling across the floor completely forgotten. Jake reminded me of Paul in that moment, the way he held himself was just how Paul had been with me. Of course, I knew what needed to be done.

"Upstairs, first door on the right," I informed Jake and then watched them disappear. Angela in Jakes arms, as he raced them both upstairs.

I passed Sam on my way out back. "Where's Jake?"

"With Angela."

He just laughed and carried on past me, he knew what had happened, there was no need to further explain.

Tyler cornered me as I got outside. "Where's Angela?" he asked and I fought the urge to laugh.

"With Jake."

This time I didn't want to give an explanation. It wouldn't matter to him in a few hours anyway.

"Bella, wait." I turned on the spot, my face expressionless as I stared at Tyler and waited for him to speak. "What's going on here? I mean, first you run off with some guy and now Angela? And, you're different now, Bella. I don't get it. Plus, I swear you're taller."

I shrugged. "You know when you find the right one, Tyler, that's all I can say."

I left him staring at me and eagerly climbed back into Paul's lap.

It was an hour before sunset, and a little more before moonrise, when I entered Angela's room. Jake had come down just a minute before, in search of food, and I had taken the opportunity to spend some time with Angela. Personally, I was fine waiting till later to feed. I found her looking much the way I imagined I must've looked to the girls when they found me that morning. Completely sexed out. She was lying with her eyes closed, though I knew she was awake and aware of me, her hair was splayed every which way over her pillow and her bite mark was red against her pale skin, softly exuding Jake's scent.

I climbed in, lying beside her. "Hey there."

Her eyes opened slowly, gold flashing to her usual dark blue. "Oh my God," was all she said as she stretched out, groaning quietly.

"Oh, I know," I answered, grinning as I pulled my new sister to me in a hug, our cheeks grazing against each other in greeting.

Angela and I came down to dinner together, she went straight for the food and I understood the hunger that she felt now. I sat down on a grinning Paul's lap and allowed him to feed me from the platter of food he had gathered for us. Mostly meat, of course, more steak. All bloody. It was delicious.

"So, Jake and Angela, huh?" he whispered to me, his slate eyes shining as they stared into mine.

"Oh yeah, I saw it happen. Intense," I answered, equally quiet, and fed him a slice of steak, watching with rapt attention as he held my hand close to lick it clean.

There are times in one's life that changes us, whether it is for better or for worse, when it happens it is usually a surprise. It comes sneaking upon you and pounces when you least expect it. That was what had happened to me. One moment I was going through life, looking forward to college and concentrating on not drinking so much that I ended up on my ass and the weekend wasted. I had friends that I cared about, that I was going to college with. We'd made plans for the future, talked about what we wanted to do with our lives, who we wanted to marry. We talked about kids and houses and everything in between.

And then, then out of nowhere, came the proverbial bolt of lightning. The answer to everything. The truth. The mating instinct. Paul. And as I sat there and watched my old friends laugh and joke with each other, I saw how apart we really were from each other now. No longer mine, just as I was no longer theirs. We might still be on the same food chain, but we were no longer on the same link.

Mike and Jesscia, sat with each other, immature a never to be fully realised love in their eyes as they swapped smiles and spit. Lauren and Conner, only just admitting the like they had for each other. Her laughing at something that he was saying while he whispered into her ear. Tyler, sat on his own and nursing a beer. Watching us, watching Angela, questions in his eyes. I knew he wanted me, had always known really. He would get his answers soon. In the space of a day I had changed, become more. Thrown myself willingly into a whole other world, one where I always should have been and will enjoy forever. My old friends, my old life...had no place in my new one. They were about to be torn from it, screaming and bloody, shrieking and begging for mercy. None would be heard or answered, simply ended.

I didn't have to look to the sky; I could feel the moon.

Paul tensed and stretched behind me, I sensed the power moving through him, shifting beneath his skin, could feel the change in the air.

"It's starting," he whispered to me.

I looked around the room, seeing the same from each of my new family. Angela met my eyes and we shared a knowing smile, both of us standing at the same time and moving to the back of the room. For a better view, of course.

"Oh, I know," I murmured, knowing that Paul would still be able to hear me.

E/N: ***IMPORTANT*** I'd like to reiterate part of my summary for this story - "dark, DARK themes". This chapter gave you a taste (if I did my job properly, lol) of what's to come, but I have to put the WARNING in here for the next and final chapter. It gets dark, people, real dark and there WILL BE character death.

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