When the plane finally landed, Joshua and Angela said bye, and darted of toward the baggage claim and to find their parents. I on the other hand, walked out of the plane, and began to search the hundreds of people for the man I had never met. It took me only five minutes to give up, and I walked over to the corner of the room annoyed. Leaning against the wall, I continued to search the room, trying to pull out some thirty year old man, who was surveying the crowd to, but I couldn't find one anywhere that looked like my dad.

All of the sudden, a very tall man, in his early twenties I believe, walked toward me with an expressionless face. He was straight to the point when he arrived and he stood right in front of me. "Are you Anna Uley?" His question was no shock to me, though his voice was. It sounded husky, but younger than his appearance. He almost sounded like a boy maybe eighteen or nineteen. He was still staring at me, waiting for a reply, so I nodded to give him an answer.

He held out his hand to me to introduce himself, "Name's Jared. Sam sent me to take you to La Push. He had to work," He said the last word with a strange tinge of sarcasm, but I pretended not to notice and took his warm hand. It was huge compared to mine. "Well, let's go get your bags. Emily's dying to meet you, and if I don't have you home by dinner she'll hunt me down and feed me to the wolves," His statement wasn't that funny, but for some reason he chuckled silently at it like it was an inside joke.

He began to walk toward the baggage claim, and I followed gripping the strap of my small pack firmly. In no time, Jared had my two duffel bags in his hands and was leading me out of the airport. Surprisingly he never struggled at all while he carried my bags.

Once we got outside, he led me to an old blue pickup, and threw my bags in the backseat of the truck. Silently, I got into the passenger seat, and buckled my seat belt. Jared got in a second later, and started the truck, then put it into drive. Before I realized it we were on the high way, and were heading to my new home. Jared eventually got bored from the silence and turned on the radio to some R&B station. I stared at him in shock when he did this, because he looked more like those country type lovers. Probably because he appeared native.

As a song I didn't know came on, I took out my I-pod and flipped to 'Viva la Vida By:Cold Play' and began to listen to the song, resting my head on the window. As the music played, I went back to the day my life was changed. The day everything was ruined. The day I lost the one person I loved.

*Flash Back*

The T.V was on some comedy when I entered the living room. Dropping my book bag, I walked over to the black leather sofa in the room and sat next to my snoring mom. Taking the controller next to her, I turned the channel to CNN and watched the news. After a hour I tried to wake my mom up, but she swatted my hand away and buried her head into the pillow she was lying on more. Rolling my eyes, I got up and went to the kitchen to start dinner.

While i was pulling out a couple of rolls to put into the oven, the phone rang and I stared at it waiting for mom to pick up. After the second ring, I decided to try and wake mom up again. When i entered the living room though, I was shocked to see my mom wasn't on the sofa anymore. Looking around the living room, I saw that my moms glasses were still on the coffee table. That was strange. Picking up moms glasses, I looked around the living room again, and was about to check the bathroom, when I heard a piercing scream.

With surprise, I accidentally dropped mom's glasses and they shattered when they hit the wooden floor. Without a second thought, I ran upstairs to find the source of the scream, and ran into my mothers room. My mom was there up against the wall, but she wasn't the only one in the room. There, holding her against the white wall, was a man. He was about thirty, with blondish brown hair, and the palest skin I had ever seen. My mom noticed me in the room, and began to yell.

"Anna! Run! Get away while you still can!" Without a moment to spare, I ignored my mom and picked up a glass vase from a small table in the room. But before I had a chance to throw it at him, he pressed his mouth up to my moms throat, and then opened his mouth to show white teeth. My mom screamed, trying to push him away, but before she had a chance to push even once, he bit into her neck. I dropped the vase and gasped, backing up against the wall in horror.

He dropped my mom's lifeless body to the ground moments later, and sighed a sigh of pleasure. Then he turned to me, and my eyes went wide with horror. His eyes were a piercing red, almost like fire. If I could scream, I would have screamed bloody murder. He walked over my moms limp body, and stepped toward me whipping off the blood that was dripping from his mouth. My whole body had gone stiff with fear, and I couldn't move a muscle as he walked toward me.

He eyed me intently, scanning his eyes from my face, to my shaking hands, to my still as stone feet. A laugh escaped him, "And I expected you to scream and run..." The man said, in a voice that sounded like wind chimes. His hand suddenly touched my cheek, and he leaned in inhaling my scent. He smiled with pleasure, and trailed his finger down to my neck, causing me to shiver. He laughed and then leaned in, pressing his cold lips to my neck. I closed my eyes, ready for my blood to be drained, but it didn't happen. Instead, he kissed me.

My eyes flew open in total shock, and I stared at this killer stunned. He smiled at me, and leaned in toward my ear, whispering, "Mon amour. Mon chanteur." I had no idea what he had said to me, but whatever it was, it obviously meant a lot, because his cold lips touched my own, and he gave me a deep kiss. Then he was gone...

*End of Flash Back*

"Anna... Anna were here." Jared's warm hand shook my shoulder and I flew up in my seat shocked. He sighed and stared at me concerned, touching my cheek to wipe away a loose tear. "You okay?" He asked, still watching me warily. I gave him a nod, and unbuckled my seat belt, getting out of the truck. Jared grabbed my bags in the back and handed me my pack, which I reluctantly threw over my shoulder. Then he made his way up to a beautiful, two story house.

Following, I walked up the houses wooden porch steps, and stopped at the now open door, shocked that Jared had just walked right in. With a hard sigh, I entered the house and walked into a decent looking kitchen, where about four men were sitting at a small table, being served by a young looking woman with a scar on the right side of her face. As soon as the screen door closed to the house, everyone's attention was diverted to me. "Anna! I'm so glad you came!" The woman who was serving the men, walked up to me and pulled me into a friendly hug.

My body on impulse, went completely still, and my breathing stopped. She must have noticed because she quickly pulled away from me with a look of surprise. "Oh... I'm sorry Anna. I didn't know you don't like to be touched. The doctors never sai-" I quickly shook my head, cutting her off, and gave her a smile. She was wrong in more than one way. It wasn't that I didn't like to be touched, it was just, I didn't like to be held. It reminded me to much of my mother.

She then took my hand carefully, and led me over to the table where the four men sat. Jared had returned from taking my bags to my room, and now leaned against the counter chewing on a muffin. Everyone's eyes were still on me at this point, and so I looked toward the floor slightly nervous. "So this is the mysterious Uley!" A strong husky voice said, and then one of the men from the table stood. He looked younger than every one else here, and looked the most excited. His face had a wide grin planted straight across.

He walked over to me and gripped me into a huge bear hug. It was amazing how tall this guy was. My height only reached below his shoulder. He finally released me and then grinned, "The police never told Sam you were hot." A blush spread over my cheeks and I looked away embarrassed. Then I heard a slap. "Idiot..." Looking up I stared at the man who was rubbing his head, and glaring at another man sitting at the table. The guy who called me hot, turned back to me and extended one of his giant hands toward me. "My names Seth." I shook his hand with a nod and released when I saw how hot his hand was. It was scorching.

"This bimbo is Paul," Seth said, pointing to the guy who had slapped him. Then he pointed to another dude who was wolfing down a blueberry muffin, "That pigs Collin." Collin glared at Seth and muttered, "Your one to talk." Seth rolled his eyes, but before he could introduce the last dude, he was already on his feet and rushing toward me. He extended his massive hand to me in eagerness and chimed, "My names Brady!" Nodding, I shook his hand, but was stunned when he pulled me into a enormous hug. "She's a keeper," Paul said, and Brady laughed ruffling my hair. I swatted his hand away, and fixed my hair annoyed.

Emily calmed the guys down moments later by shoving a plate of cookies on the table. They dug in like carnivores tearing up dear meat. "Don't mind them Anna. They have no respect for guest," Jared said, walking over to stand next to me. I smiled, and gave him a nod, then stepped back and leaned against the kitchen wall."Suppers cooking Anna. Your father should be home soon, and then we can eat." When Emily said the word father, my heart immediately stung, and I closed my eyes to keep from crying. Meeting my father was what I had been dreading all week. The only question that rang through my head at this moment was, "What would he think of me?" With a wavering smile, I nodded at Emily, and then began to twirl a strand of hair with my finger.

Minutes past, and the kitchen door finally opened. Backing away from the open door, I hid in the corner of the room, not ready to meet him. A man, maybe in his twenties, entered the room, and walked over to Emily with a adoring smile. He pulled her into a hug, and kissed her on the lips, cheek, her scar, and her forehead. It was really disturbing to watch. So instead I stared at my fathers features. By looking at the side of his face I could already see we had some similar features. He had the same black hair as me, his nose was mine, and his skin color was exactly identical to my own. With a sigh, I stepped forward to make myself known.

He turned to me at once, and his face went blank; literally. The whole room went silent when Sam first looked at me, and I could tell I wasn't the only nervous one in this kitchen. With a small smile, I waved weakly and then pushed a lock of my black hair behind my ear. My dad came out of his frozen stage, and smiled at me. "Anna..." He whispered, and then before I realized it, I was in his warm embrace. He pressed his face into my hair, and I felt his warm breath roll around my head. "I can't believe it's you," He said in a broken voice, and I got the feeling that he was trying to keep from crying. Pressing my face into his warm shirt, I broke into tears and wrapped my arms around his neck, happy that my father had excepted me so fast.

The door opened again, but dad didn't release me- instead he tightened his hold. Kissing the top of my head he whispered, "Welcome home." And then finally he pulled away, smiling wildly at me. Smiling back at him, I grabbed my pack that was still on my shoulder and took out my notepad, quickly scribbling down the words that I meant with all my heart, It's good to be home. He read the notepad and smiled, handing it back to me. Then he turned to Emily and asked, "So, what's for supper?" Emily smiled and answered, "Hotdog's..." A wide grin spread on my face. I loved hotdog's.

In about ten moments, we were all seated at the kitchen table, eating away. The guy who had entered the house while dad was hugging me, now sat across from me, not really paying any mind to me. His name was Quil, and when Paul had introduced him to me, he just glared at me. Why, I had no idea. After a good hour of the glaring though, I got uncomfortable and pulled out my notepad again. Scribbling down, What's your problem?!, I shoved it across the table at Quil, and he took it not moving his eyes from me. Then he read it and looked back at me. After a moment of staring, he let out a sigh and smiled, "So Anna. How old are you?" Confused, I held up one finger on one hand and five fingers on my other. I hope he got the picture I was fifteen. He seemed to though, and handed me back my note pad. The rest of the night, I didn't move my eyes from him.

Quil POV

As soon as I entered Sam's house, I smelled something awful, and the smell came directly from the small girl with black wavy hair and milky brown eyes. It was a hard scent, that burned my nose only a little, but I knew exactly what it was. The scent of a vampire. This girl, Anna, had been touched by a vampire, probably having no clue he was one. As we ate dinner, I watched her expression closely, trying to figure out where she could have met this bloodsucker. An hour passed, and before I realized it, a notepad was shoved in front of me with three words, What's your problem?! Anna watched me across the table as I read it, but I tried hard to hold an expressionless face.

Sam sat at the end of the table, staring at me with a confused expression, but I ignored him looking up and staring at Anna. Her teeth were clenched, and her breathing was nervous, almost scared. Deciding to play it cool, I gave her a smile and decided to talk formal, "So Anna... How old are you?" She stared at me, confused by my reaction, and held up one finger on one hand, and five on the other. 15, and already encountering vampires. She was worse than Bella.

With a silent chuckle, I slid her notepad back, and she took it quickly with shaky hands. The table was silent through our whole exchange, and everyone stared at me in either disapproval or confusion. Instead of explaining myself, I ate another hot dog. After we ate though, Sam pulled me into the living room with a glare. "What the hell was that about Quil? Are you trying to make my daughter freaked?!" Sam hissed, shoving against the wall.

With a sigh, I whispered, "Come on Sam! Don't you smell it? Your daughter's met a bloodsucker! She's got the scent all over her face." Sam stared at me wide eyed for a moment, and then released me shocked, "Now that you mention it, I did smell something that burned my nose." Paul was suddenly in the room, staring at me wide eyed, "How did you smell it, and I couldn't?" He snarled, folding his arms annoyed. Rolling my eyes, I looked back and Sam and whispered, "Anna's hiding something Sam. And I'm going to find out what it is."