Hi again! The previous part was an intro, so here's the real chapter. I figured that I would post both at the same time, so that you have something to read until I have a new chapter planned. Also, to keep your attention. So my readers, onto the chapter.

Anna: I belong to Fall Out Guirl! YAY!

Jacob: Yeah, and I and the rest of the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Me: Too bad…(winks)

Anna: (glares)

I slung my last bag over my shoulder, letting out a loud groan. My dad, Stephen, chuckled at me, as I heaved my way up steps to the white cottage we had purchased. I must have looked funny, a short and frustrated girl with baggy cargo pants and a green t-shirt trying to lug a fourty-five pound suitcase into the house.

"Ann, let me help you," my dad called, as he slammed the back of our 2006 Altima SE-R. I huffed, struggling to open the door.

"I've got it! Thanks though!" I yelled, trying to open the door with my elbow. Just warning, this is impossible. But me being a stubborn girl, I just had to try to do it.

My dad stepped in front of me, swinging the door open. I rolled my eyes, earning myself another laugh.

The door opened up to a house cluttered with boxes. Leaned to the side were a few paintings, courtesy of myself. The room was a plain white, and a window seat overlooked the back yard. Another window was on the opposing wall, with simple blinds set up on it to shield from the sunlight. I marveled the spot, perfect for my many hours of art. I'm an artist of all sorts, and painting had been my recent expierament. I lugged the heavy box up the stairs, with my dad balancing the weight from the back. Yes, I did give in after my knees started to wobble.

We set the box in the corner of my room, sweat dripping from my forehead. I wiped it with a swift motion, as I slapped a high-five with my dad.

"Anna, are you okay up here while I start dinner?" Dad asked, as I leaned against my already set up bed.

"As good as I can get. You know, in a new town with new people along with a new house," I teased with a wink. He shook his head, smiling before descending down the stairs. I began to unpack my boxes and baggage, leaving the walls plain for now.

I finished setting the last of my cd stacks on a stand, turning over to walk across the room. I had opened up my last case, containing my art supplies. Inside was a brand new sketch book and cut charcoal. I grinned, reaching for it and walking towards my window. I seated myself on the window seat, my gaze out into the yard. The sun was setting, the skies painted a blissful orange and magenta. I was about to place my charcoal down on the paper when a sight came hurtling into my view.

A massive creature roamed its way through my backyard. It had a dusty brown coat of fur, a snout that was pronounced with a black nose. The fur of the wolfish creature was long and silky, and for a moment I longed to touch it. The giant wolf was crossing the back yard, but paused.

I held my breath in my chest, my heart pounding faster than any moment of my life. The wolf sniffed the air, as though searching for something. It let out a horrendous cry, of sadness I could sense.

The shoulder blades of the creature were more slumped than most wolves, and the poor creatures' tail was between its' legs. I glanced quickly around, grabbing my jacket and ran outside. I headed through the side door, just so my Dad wouldn't see me creeping out. The wolf was still there, as if he was waiting for me.

I stepped towards him, now in his sight. He glanced over in my direction, looking curious. I felt myself refuse to tremble, as I stepped carefully towards him. I could tell it was a male, the way he held himself screamed it out to me. He stepped towards me, his fur glistening with each step. I began to stick a hand out, gazing into the eyes. Those remarkable eyes…

A howl shot through the air, the sun dropping behind the mountains. The wolf stood up on two feet, and then sent me a look. I almost laughed, he looked so absurd.

He whipped around, running into the forest. "Wait! WAIT FOR ME!" I shouted, my feet carrying me in his direction. He ignored me, picking up his speed. I refused to stop, running straight into the forest that linked into my yard. I could hear his paws crunching against fallen leaves, and then vanish.

He was too far gone before I could catch up to him. I rested my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. "Wait…don't leave…" I panted, sweat dripping from my forehead.

I caught my breath, standing myself up properly. I cursed under my breath, hating my location. I was lost.

I began to wander through the trees, shaking. It was cold out here, ever since the sun set. I could hear the howls of wolves, which frightened me. They were not like the one from my yard's howl. His was much more sorrowful, more pained.

I struggled to keep walking, rocks appearing in my path. I knew that there was no way that I would make it home, not easily.

I leaned back against a tree, closing my eyes. Dad was going to freak, have a yell, and then kill me. Then he'll find a way to bring me back to kill me again. I winced, hating the idea of him yelling. He's a pretty patient guy, and nothing frustrates him…except when things are out of his control that aren't safe. Sure, he can handle the dishwasher breaking, but not if some sort of task at work that could cost him his career was something that would, say… make him really mad.

I heard crunching of leaves nearby, but I had no time to react. I turned my head around the corner, and then there was a roar. A grizzly, a massive, angry grizzly was attacking me!

I couldn't scream, I was so afraid. I backed up into another tree, knowing that if I had angered a grizzly with my presence, I knew that I was dead. There was no way out of this one…

The bear roared at me, standing up on it's two paws. I winced, seeing its' claws. It was a female, and I knew that female bears weren't to be messed with. I felt a paw collide into my side, knocking me to the ground. The bear stepped towards me, its' paws awaiting their chance to sink into my skin. I didn't even bother to shield myself, seeing it useless.

Well, bye Dad…

I had squeezed my eyes shut, when out of nowhere, I heard a second roar. I opened my eyes to see the wolf! He was scaring the bear off, his roar much deeper than the bear's. He stood on his two paws as well, as though challenging her to take a step closer to me. The bear sent him a reproachful glare, and then tumbled its' huge body on the way, away from me.

The wolf turned to me, stepping in my direction. I stared at him, confused. Why was he protecting me? There was nothing special about me, other than the fact that I can make the best green bean cassarole. But how would that be useful to a wolf?

His eyes were concerned, as though he cared about my wellbeing. I was shocked, standing up to face him. He stepped closer to me, observing me I guess. I reached my hand out to him, which he lowered his head into.

I laughed, stroking my fingers across his head. He let out a noise that sounded like a cough, but I figured it was a wolf's way of laughing. He bit onto my jacket's sleeve, dragging it behind him. He motioned towards his back, which surprised me.

"You want me to climb on? Why?" I asked, and was even more surprised at what he did next.

He nodded at me! This wolf, most likely unable to know what I'm talking about, nodded at ME!

I could hear the cough noise again, and I slowly reached my hands onto his fur. He did not react, as I slid onto his back. I gripped my arms around his neck, tight so I wouldn't fall off.

He nudged my wrist, as though to reassure me. I buried my head into his neck, as I felt his legs begin to run. He was fast! His paws seemed to glide through the air with each stride, and his fur coat bounced with each rapid step. I gripped my legs tighter around him, afraid of sliding off.

By the time that I had done that, we were back in my yard. I climbed off of his back, staring at him. His lips curled up, and it was as though he were smiling at me. But the sadness never left his eyes, and it was there like a curse.

I hugged him around the neck, breathing in his scent. He smelled like pine trees, which I did not expect. Dogs were stinky when wild, but he smelled fresh.

"Thank you," I whispered, as I let go of him. He licked my cheek, as I winced at it.

"Eww you got slobber all over me!" I cried, wiping it off. He made another cough, nudging me with his nose. His eyes pleaded something with me, and I felt as though I knew what he was asking for.

"I'll try to be safe," I said, at which he began to walk away. He let out another mournful howl, and dove back into the forest. He was gone.

I backed up, glancing back towards my house. I was began to walk in the door, when I heard the back door open.

"ANNA!" Dad cried out, running to me. I felt his arms wrap around me tightly, his voice frantic and worried.

"You were gone for four hours, where were you?" he questioned, as I hugged onto him.

"I…I went for a walk in the forest and got lost," I explained. He released me, glaring now. Here comes the anger. "Um..Well, I made it back in one piece?"

He shook his head, running his hands through his dark hair. "Ann, tell me next time. Then I won't have all of La Push looking for you!" he said, sounding frustrated.

"I promise," I said, letting him lead me into the house. I was surprised for the next part.

There were two strangers seated at our kitchen table. One was an older man, about fifteen years older than my dad. He had on a blue ball cap, and a flannel shirt. Blue jeans hung from his waist.

Beside him was a boy my age. He had long red-brown hair that hung close to his chin, and a slight tan skin. He wore a pair of cut-off jeans with a green t-shirt. His hair was familiar…it was a similar color to the wolf's. But I didn't realize that until much later.

"Anna, this is Billy Black, and this young man is Jacob Black. They were trying to help me find you," Dad introduced, the two greeting me with a "Hello."

I blushed, feeling bad. The two poor men were looking for me, who had been running around chasing strange wolves.

"I'm sorry Billy, Jacob. I didn't mean to have you running around town looking for me," I murmered. Billy flashed me a warm smile, standing up.

"Don't worry, Anna. It was no trouble at all," Billy said, clasping my shoulder warmly. Jacob didn't say a word, his eyes searching the house in awe. I bit my lip, giving a crooked smile.

Dad wrapped an arm around me, motioning for me to go upstairs. "Go get showered, I'm sure the forest made you stink more than you do regularly," he teased. My jaw dropped in horror. He never teased me in front of other people!

"Dad!" I groaned, rubbing my forehead. My eyes met Jacob's and he had a grin set across his lips. Thanks for laughing, I mouthed at him, and that grin just stretched further.

I went upstairs, heading for my bedroom. I shut the door behind me, seating myself on the window seat. I reached for my sketchpad and charcoal, a determined expression set on my face.

I wouldn't forget the face of my rescuer. Never. I began to draw the very wolf that saved me, it looking identical to him. Within a few hours, it was complete. I smiled at it, setting it down.

Who was this wolf? Why was he keen on saving me, an ordinary girl? How did he know about the bear? And why were his characteristics so much like a…human's?

Jacob: That's chapter one.

Me: Uno.

Jacob: (rolls eyes) Fine, that's chapter uno. Do me a favor, will you all?

Anna: This one's pretty easy.

Jacob: Review for Fall Out Guirl. She said that you can have a clone of myself and a cookie shaped like me if you send reviews.

Me: The cookies are fresh! Anna helped me bake them. So review soon!