Author's Note:

Uh-huh.. I love Journey. -dances in the background-

Took the midnight train going anywheeeereeeee.

~ Maxxy

Chapter Two: Midnight Smiles and Pale Faces

The first thing that swam back into my vision was a pale face, as pale as the cold moon. A pained breath left my lips, and I shifted, knowing my entire ribcage had been shattered. Somehow, nothing major had been punctured. I could tell, as I was still alive... Wasn't I? Yep, breathing, warm. I was still alive. However, my swimming vision couldn't make sense of the face infront of me. My mouth spluttered, too dry, as I tried to form words on my cracked lips.

"Who're..you?" It came out hoarse, and it occured to me I had been saying that quite a lot. I wrinkled my nose, being assaulted by a cold, stale dead scent that seemed to close it's slender fingers around my neck and choke the breath out of me.

"You should rest." The man had hair that reminded me of a crisp autumn morning, and he was by many means attractive.. but his smell! He smelled like a rotting corpse! I gagged, turning over painfully on my side when I heard a precautionary growl to my right, where I couldn't see at the moment.

"She's a wolf, you should've let me taken care of her. The smell in here is probably choking her to death." The voice was familier, and I remembered the auburn wolf in the clearing. I opened my eyes, looking over at him. He was attractive, I had to admit, with toned skin, muscular. Large, of course. He was pretty well over 6". I gasped in another breath, and a voice spoke up.

"You should relax..." This came from a blonde haired man.. who smelled remotely of French pasteries, even though I could tell he was the same species as the one who smelled like a corpse. I managed a soft whimper as he went on. "The baseball cracked all of your ribs, and even with the enhanced rate you heal, it'll hurt for a day or two."

"Damnit." My voice rang low, and the room fell into a small state of silence. Then voices spoke up once more, and this time my mind couldn't discern them. It went on like this, until the softest of arms lifted me from my pained position on the bed. They were warm, matching my own sky-high body tempature, and my cheek came to rest softly against the exposed skin.

"I guess you like to cuddle, huh?" That annoying damn voice. I opened one eye to see Jacob.. That was his name, yeah. Jacob. I remembered the James Bond joke, and after a moment my throat unseized from the pain of trying to talk.

"Oh look, it's 007. How're you, Mr. Bond?" My voice cracked with a laugh, but my ribs gave a low scream at me. I groaned softly, closing my eyes as his warmth swept over me. That spicy forest male scent there as well, covering up the disguisting smell of the one auburn haired man.

"Well enough---Leech! Stop glaring at me." I heard Jacob protest, before the familier voice replied. "I wasn't glaring at you. I was wondering why you would bring her here of all places."

Jacob's tone was sarcastic as he replied, "Because, Edward," So that was his name. Blegh, old fashioned. Definantly. Was this guy fifty or something? "Carlisle is a good doctor, and I couldn't take her back home just yet. Now she'll be coming with me though." There was a tone of regret in his voice, as though he was afraid to admit the nice-smelling blonde man was a good doctor.

"Woah, where is there... Home? What?!" I cut off into a small coughing fit, the warm arms craddling me closer, almost as if I was breakable. My head whirled, one arm finding it's way around a neck as I closed my eyes. "O-oh..." My chest pounded, and I groaned softly, closing my eyes once more to the onslaught of colors.

It was then I was released. Around me, a forest's scent overwhelmed my senses. It was wild, free. I took in a deep breath, only to hear a call from above. "Watch where you jump with her Jacob. Jumping from a second story could've been painful." Jacob snorted, his warm breath ghosting my cheek as I opened one eye to look at him, an amused look on my face. "Second story? I'm amazed I didn't feel it."

I was aware of two other scents, and I growled lowly, but the vibration hurt my chest. Jacob placated me with a well-placed hand, lightly stroaking through my dark bangs. "It's okay there, Shade. Just Seth. He's with us." My nose picked up a solitary smell, and I relaxed to find it smelled slightly of cookie dough. I would find out in a second that it was indeed cookie dough, mixed with the pine smell of woods... As the wolf I assumed was Seth had cookie dough over his mouth.

"Seth, what did you do?" Jacob looked annoyed. I started laughing, until it turned into a coughing fit... And felt the colors swim. Damnit, I was fainting too much! I growled under my breath as once again my world went black, along with a startled yelp that reverberated my senses.

Sleepy-time.