Embry's P.O.V

I plopped down on the couch after an afternoon run. The bits of popcorn flew up and into the air. I switched the TV on and started to flip around without any thought of what I wanted to watch. I was always the guy who flipped through channels just to kill time. I never really looked at the screen, unless something caught my eye. The rain didn't relent and drowned the garden just behind the house.

"Embbrrryyyy!!" screamed my little cousin, Amy, who just so happened to visit "I left Barbra outside in the garden. Can you get her please?"

"What's a Barbra?" I grumbled. I really wasn't in the mood to get up and wade through waist-high muck for whatever it was out there.

"She's my doll," bounced Amy "get her before an animal chews her up, pleeeaaase?" I stayed on the couch, flipping mechanically. I wanted to see if this kid would drop it and just leave me alone. No such luck came my way.

Amy scrambled up the dirty couch and nestled herself on my right arm. I fought the urge to just flick her off with one powerful jerk of my arm. I turned to her baby face with a forced grin on my face.

"What is it, Amy?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Barbra's going to get wet." She pouted.

"So get her." My arm muscle twitched involuntarily.

"Pleeeaaasse Embry," she squealed again "if I get wet I'll tell my mommy you made me wet!" I groaned and stood up off the sofa, brushing the popcorn from my jeans. I opened the back door hesitantly. I just came from the freaking wet! Her doll was soaking in a mud puddle beyond the fences.

"I hate kids," I mumbled to myself. The mud and rain splattered on my last pair of good jeans. I could have sworn something shit in the yard but I just wanted to grab that damn doll and get out of the rain.

A crash of thunder and a flash of lightening temporarily illuminated the forest. My heart stopped and I crouched down precautious.

The silhouette of a beautiful woman appeared for a moment. Her bodily aspects were what any guy would call perfect and her platinum blonde hair could have been easily mistaken for stark white in the flash. She was singing a soft ballad in a voice that was like melting honey to the ears. I sat there transfixed the woman.

Another flash of lightening and she was gone.

"Embry," came a deep voice from beside me "what's wrong man? You look like you've seen a ghost." I looked up to see Quil looking down at me worriedly. I shakily got up from the mud, holding the doll. My eyes never left the spot where that woman had been.

"N-Nothing," I stuttered "just…just something I saw…"

"A leech?"

I shook my head weakly. We stepped under the roof of the house and shook all the water droplets free of our bodies. I threw the muddy doll back to Amy, who screamed that her dress would get dirty. I marched up the stairs with Quil at my heels. Maybe he would know what it was. His grandfather knew practically everything about La Push and its oddities, so maybe he told some to Quil in his free time.

I plopped down on the bed, staring out of the window. Quil mimicked my movements and looked at me with a cocked eyebrow.

"I saw a woman in the forest." I answered the unasked question.

"So you imprinted on her?" asked Quil.

"Nope," I sighed "there's just something wrong. I can't put a finger on it."

"Describe her."

"Well, she has really long platinum blonde hair, her eyes were like a really icy blue, her body was just wow, and the song she was singing was just so…alluring. Kind of like a siren's song."

"Platinum blonde hair?" wondered Quil "The closest to blonde we have in the Olympic Peninsula is that leech girl's blonde, let alone platinum blonde. Did you get a whiff of its scent?"

"Yeah, sort of like an exotic flower and cinnamon. Why?"

"Well… Sam said that he came across an eerie patch of forest when he was patrolling the other night."

"Eerie?"

"Yeah, said he heard a beautiful melody. It was really, really faint though so he couldn't make anything of it. He reckons it was just a girl who wandered into the forest and started singing so he made nothing of it. The only thing is that he caught a whiff of cinnamon before the song and smell disappeared completely."

"That's weird…do you think it's something we should check out?" I asked cautiously.

"Nah, I think the Cullens would have better luck with that. Hey, aren't you supposed to be over at the leeches' today?"

"SHIT!!" I swore jumping off the bed "Sam's going to murder me!" Quil burst out laughing but at that moment I really didn't care. Why did it have to be me who took first watch over that girl?!

I arrived at the large white mansion in just three minutes. My acute ears picked up the sound of a steady beating heart. My nose itched from the smell. The overpowering sweet smell almost made me gag. I held my breath and pushed the doors open. I climbed the large, winding staircase, listening to the sound of the beating heart.

I pushed the familiar door open to see Elliot on the exact same place where we'd left her two days ago. Her eyes still stared out of the window hopelessly. Geez, talk about emo. This girl gives a new meaning to depressed teenager.

"Hi Elliot," I sat on the plush cushions beside her "I see you're still here."

"I know," she whispered feebly. Her green eyes never left the window.

"So…what do you want to do today?" I asked, trying to be polite "Do you want to play some games? Go hiking?"

"I don't know," she said again in that same hopeless tone.

"Do you want to play strip poker?" I asked, now testing her reactions.

"I don't know," she repeated. Man, talk about depressing.

The whole afternoon passed without any change. I kept making suggestions and all she'd do is shrug, whisper "I don't know", or do absolutely nothing at all. I gave up soon enough and started to explore her rather large room. I flipped through large volumes of mythology, scoffing every time I saw faux details of werewolves. I dug through her closet just for fun but that didn't even elicit a gasp of surprise from Elliot. A thin golden chain sparkled from within the confines of her panty drawer.

My hand snatched it up and carefully dangled the thin chain between my fingers. A small circular locket the size and shape of a quail egg hung from it. Emeralds gleamed around a script letter 'E' on the front of the locket. I unlocked the clasp of the elegant locket and it swung forward.

A picture of a younger Elliot and two people I assumed to be her parents met my eyes. No sooner than that, a soothing melody played out from tiny ticking mechanisms behind the picture.

A hand flung out like a coiled viper's attack and before my brain could register it, the locket was pried from my grasp and shut firmly in a slim hand. Elliot's dull green eyes met his dark brown ones. A small spark seemed to be dancing deep within the confines of her eyes. After all, eyes were windows to the soul. I wanted to see if I could fan that spark into a flame.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that men aren't supposed to dig through women's underwear?" she said angrily. That locket must have been a soft spot.

"Well you didn't seem to mind." I shot back "Staring out of that window every single day, that's pathetic."

The flame was small, but I could see it there. "Well maybe if your parents died, that's what you'd do." She hissed.

"I'd be living up to their expectations, not moping around." Her eyebrows scrunched together in frustration.

"Well…at least I don't go digging through underwear which isn't even mine."

"Did I ever tell you that you're ugly?" I smirked malevolently.

"What?!" screeched Elliot. Her dull green eyes suddenly flared and became a bright emerald color. I had managed to tap into the real Elliot! Wow, that wasn't as hard as I'd thought. I decided to egg her on, just to see what happens.

"You heard me," I guffawed "your face looks like it was run over by a truck after a massive zit attack!" okay, so maybe I hit her below the belt with that.

"Well your face looks like the place where the sun doesn't shine." She snarled.

"That's lame considering it actually looks good." I laughed at her blush.

"I…I…" she stuttered, at a loss for words. I took that chance to throw one last insult. I'm not trying to make her cry, but I just wanted to see what was behind the mask. Sam always did say that I had a talent for pissing people off. I prepared the last missile to launch. I knew that I would regret it but at that moment I just felt so powerful, I didn't really care anymore.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention one last thing," I said casually "your breath smells like manure. There's something called a toothbrush. Use it."

Elliot's face was priceless. Her eyes glared katanas, not daggers, at me, her cheeks were flushed with anger and humiliation, her hands were clawed and her nails dug into her pale skin. I just wanted to ruffle her hair but judging from the way she bore her teeth like a wolf, I realized she was the type of girl who wasn't afraid to bite.

"Go fuck yourself." she spat, venom dripping off each syllable.

I was about to come up with a witty reply but then Elliot had practically ripped off one of the bed posts with her unbroken arm and swung it upwards. I bent my head back, narrowly missing her violent swing.

All of a sudden, she started swearing at me.

And I don't mean plain swearing. Elliot's mouth burst with profanities the very same way a reservoir would crack then explode with torrents of water that mowed everything down. She was screaming at the top of her lungs too! I recoiled from the mad, pole-swinging woman. Her eyes were practically blazing and she was set on 'kill-everyone-I-see' mode.

The door slammed open and three leeches stormed in. One was wearing a white doctor's coat, the other was male and had blond hair and the last one was pixie girl. The blond non-doctor guy grabbed the pole out of her hand and looked her straight in the eye. Elliot's body became limp and fell on the bed, her eyes were glazed over. Pixie started to push me out of the door and the one with the white coat began to examine her arm. The locket was gently placed on the bedside table.

The mahogany door was slammed in my face by the tiny leech. I glared at her but her face held only astonishment.

"How did you do that?" asked Pixie.

"I just… pissed her off?" I answered uncertainly.

"We tried to get Elliot talk for weeks before you mutts came. She just… sat there…staring into space."

"Well that just shows that we werewolves have a tendency to reach to humans in ways vampires can't." I bragged.

"I suppose," she clicked her tongue impatiently before she ushered me out of the house. I didn't complain. I never wanted anything to do with Elliot again. I phased, shredding all decency, and bound into the forest.

Just when I though I was out of the clear, that exotic scent wafted up my nose again. I screeched to a halt and tried to pinpoint where exactly the smell was coming from. My wolf body pushed past some irksome bushes before I saw her again.

Her long blonde hair flew daintily in the wind, her icy blue eyes stared fearfully at me, and she did the weirdest thing I'd ever seen. The moment my eye twitched momentarily because of pollen, large leathery bat wings sprouted from her shoulder blades and she shot up into the air, away from my sight. That confirmed my worst fears right there.

Something other than vampires and werewolves was roaming around Forks and La Push…

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