CHAPTER FOUR

Miley R. Black's Point Of View... Sunday, October 31, 2010

"Okay, my little Prince, here's what I want you to do." I cooed to J.C who had been cranky and grizzly ever since he woke up half an hour ago. Luckily it wasn't the middle of the night so no-one was woken up from his crying. "I want you to be the perfect little boy I love and stop crying." I sighed when J.C just whimpered for a little then started crying loudly again when he got he got his energy back. "Please, Jayce?" I begged, but he kept crying and I didn't know what to do. Paige had tried calming him, Jacob had tried, everyone in the pack, including Rachel, Billy, Makena and Makenzie had tried... He just wouldn't quieten. Kyla was sitting happily in Jacob's arms, and being a good little Angle, unlike her little brother. "Please, Jayce Carson? Pretty please?" I pleaded as I paced around the living room, holding him. I closed my eyes and sighed, silently begging him to stop crying.

"Miley?" Jacob spoke as I was gently patting J.C's back and his screams started to subside a little, much to my relief. I snapped my eyes open at the allarm in his voice and saw him wordlessly pointing back at me. I frowned and looked down.

"Sweet niblets!" I shouted, quickly giving J.C to Paige and looking down at my hands. MY HANDS WERE GLOWING!

And now like the sunkissed tan glow, or a pregnant glow - which I'm pretty sure wasn't meant to be in the hands - but actual glowing glowing. Jacob gave Kyla to his Dad and got up, coming towards me when he saw how panicked I was. I mean, wouldn't anyone be normal when they saw their own hands glowing? I shook my head and tried to step back, away from him, I didn't want whatever was happening to me to happen to him too.

"Miles?" Jacob spoke slowly and I shook my head again, backing up, but the TV was behind me now.

"Oh, God!" I moaned in allarm, when Jacob invaded my personal bubble and reached for my glowing hands, but I snatched them away before he could touch them. "No!" I hid my hands behind my back, and found them touching the cool screen of the TV. "I don't want you to... My hands are glowing, Jacob. That's not normal." I jumped when the TV suddenly light up and Spongebob started playing loudly. "Even for me it's not normal." J.C started crying again and when I looked over at him and then back at my hands they were glowing stronger. Jacob took the slight distraction as an opportunity to finally corner me. "Don't!" I tried to stop him from touching me again, but I didn't have anywhere to go. I whimpered, I didn't want Jacob to get hurt.

"Woah..." Jacob gasped when he touched his larger hands to my glowing ones.

"Stop... I don't want you hurt." I begged, but when I looked up into his dark brwon eyes they were... Glowing? First my hands, and then when Jacob touched them his eyes started glowing? His beautiful brown eyes were glowing the most stunning gold. I quickly pulled my hands away and the glow faded.

"Woah... That was..." Jacob struggled to find the right word, shaking his head as he came back to reality as I once again hid my hands behind my back, touching the palms to the wall behind me.

"I'm sorry." I sniffled a little, wishing I could make it better. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I swear, Jacob, I didn't."

"No!" Jacob denied, snapping his still slightly brighter eyes than usual to me. "No. Miles, that didn't hurt... It was..." He faded off again, "Miles, that was amazing."

"This is not amazing, Jacob." I yelled, bringing my hands back and hsowing the glowing again, it was brighter. "This is freakish, and abnormal, and I don't want it to happen." Then it stopped. The glowing just... Stopped. As if it had never even happened, my hands were their normal not-glowing color. "Jesus Christ." I whispered, slipping past Jacob and running away. I felt my hand touch someone on my way past, and a jolt of electricity ran through my body in that single milisecond before I was out of the room and out of the house.

"MILEY!" I heard someone yell after me, but I kept running. I don't know what the Hell was happening, but it wasn't normal, and I hated what wasn't normal now. I wasn't even normal for a freaking superstar, high school, female shape shifter. I had go and have glowing hands as well. Glowing hands that made Jacob's eyes glow when we touched. Why couldn't one part of me just be normal? "MILEY, wait up!" I could recognise the voice now as I slowed down. I was nearing a cliff. It was one of the really high cliffs that the guys would go cliff diving from. The second highest, actually. And I absolutely forbid Jacob from going anywear near that really high cliff even though the others in the pack jumped from it all the time. "Miley!" I stopped running and let Chris catch up to me as I dropped to me knees near the edge of the cliff. "Miles... What's going on?" Chris gasped, stopping next to me and trying to catch his breath. I guess I had been running a little fast in human form.

"I glowed." I muttered, looking out at the chaotic ocean. It looked like a war out there. And it was still raining, making us all wet and stuff.

"Huh?" Chris frowned, breathing better now 'cause we really didn't need much time to recover.

"My hands were glowing before. Like serious glow in the dark golden glow-glowing." I replied, holding up my hands for him to see even though they were normal now. "And then when Jacob touched my hands his eyes glowed as well... There's something wrong with me, Chris."

"But... there's nothing wrong with them." Chris looked confused and I sighed.

"You weren't there, they all saw it; Jacob, Paige, Rachel, Billy, Shane... My hands were glowing, Chris, and it's not normal. Nothing about me is normal anymore, not even my hands."

"Well... Tell me what happened... I mean, before you started, uh, glowing, and what made it stop?" Chris prompted, and I knew from the sound of his voice and the look on his face that he was skeptical.

"I don't know." I whimpered, remembering the panic and allarm as if it were happening again. "One second I was trying to get J.C to stop crying, and then the next my hands were glowing." I shook my head as the memories came to the front of my mind despite me trying to block them. J.C was crying and all I wanted to do was stop him from crying, to make him better from whatever was hurting him on making him upset and then...

"Jesus..." I snapped my eyes open to see Chris staring at me with wide eyes and I felt horror go through me.

"No." I begged quietly, squeezing my eyes shut and clenching my hands into fists. "No. Make it stop. Make it stop. I don't want it. Make it stop." I pleaded, but I could feel it. My begging didn't work this time. A second later I felt Chris' hands wrap themselves around my fists and heard a sharp intake of breath. I snapped my eyes open again and looked up at him. His eyes were glowing too now. "No." I struggled againts his hold on my hands, I just knew that something bad was going to happen. No. "Chris, let go."

"Woah..." Chris breathed, closing his eyes, a serene sort of smile on his face. "That's amazing." Chris suddenly let go of my hands and jumped up, turning and running for the edge of the cliff.

"CHRIS!" I screamed too late when he launched himself off the edge. I ran after him and phased, turning into my hawk form so I could catch him if I needed to. I flew down as fast as I could, but... CHRIS! I circled the spot where he should have hit the water, but I could see him anywhere, and the ocean was really violent. If he hit his head on one of those sharp rocks, healing powers be damned he'd be dead.

Miley? Chris thought back and I let out a breath of relief, at least he was still alive. Dude, this is so awesome! He anounced and I flew around, still looking for him.

Chris, where are you? I asked, barely staying in the air as I turned every which way, sometimes forgetting to flap my wings.

Heads up! He replied and I would have frowned if I knew how in my hawk form before I looked up and my beak dropped.

Chris? I asked just to make sure. My hawk vission could make out another hawk way up high in the sky. One way too big to be a normal hawk. It was white like me except instead of black wingtips it had every fourth or fifth feather was black, and it had black circles around its eyes.

How fast do you think I can go? He asked back, swooping down so he was only a little above me and I almost fell out of the air and into the water in shock.

I need to sit down. I thought, flying over to the nearest flat surface, which happened to be the beach.

Miley? Chris flew after me as I skidded to a stop in the sand. He swooped down for a landing and tucked his wings a little as he tried to stop, but instead ended up tumbling through the sand before ending beak-to-trunk with a tree. Woah... Gotta work on that. He shook his head, getting up and trying to walk over to me.

How did you do that? I asked, deciding to go over to him instead of waiting for him to figure out how to get to me.

Do what? Chris asked, sounding confused.

Become a hawk! I thought back, I thought it was pretty obvious just 'what' I was talking about. New forms are brought on by intense emotions; like anger and fear and sadness and stuff... How did you change just from touching me? I asked and he shrugged his wings.

When I touched your hands before it was like I felt I was going to burst or something. It was so amazing. Like, uh, like how you just so happy and warm and stuff inside that you wanna burst 'cause it's so good, and like nothing could ever go wrong. Chris explained and I mentally frowned. What thell was with my glowing hands? Myw ings felt fine now, they didn't feel like there was anything wrong, and they weren't glowing anymore. Kinda like the total opposite of a Dementor. All happy and stuff... I guess that's how it happened... 'Cause the glowing thing made feel happier than I ever felt, and I guess... Poof... I just needed to be in the air and then I was.

MACOB

Jacob E. Black's Point Of View

"Miley?" I asked worriedly when she finally came back to the house after being gone for two hours. I would have gone after her, but I knew Chris did, so I thought he might be able to help her with whatever the Hell was going on with the glowing hands.

"Hey, Jay." She smiled a little, wrapping her arms around me.

"Are you okay?" I question, absently smoothing a hand through her hair - which for some reason was laced with sand... Actually her whole body was covered in sand.

"I have no idea." Miley shook her head before resting it on my chest for a second. "I'm gonna ask Gammy what the Hell is going on, 'cause if this is another one of those shape shifter things that she decides to wait until it's too late to tell then I am so not gonna be happy." She pulled away a little and looked up at me shyly. "Want to help wash all the sand away first?" She bit her bottom lip seductively and I really had very little chance of saying no.

"Are-are you sure you're okay?" I asked nervously and her eyes dulled a little bit.

"No... But, you make me feel better when everything is wrong, and I really need to feel better right now." Miley sighed and I nodded.

"Gammy?" It was forty-five minutes later and Miley and me were sitting on our bed together, with her phone on speaker in her hand as her other nervously played with one of my hands.

"Hello, Miley, Dear." Gammy greeted, sounding like the story-book little old Grandma. "What can I help you with?"

"Something happened." Miley bit her lip softly and looked up at me, I nodded reasuringly and she sighed. "I, uh, I-I... I changed again." She chickened out a little, but I knew she would get to it when she was ready. "I-I got another form... A tiger this time... And I think I figured how come I keep getting more." I kissed the top of Miley's head and held her a little tighter to me. "It's- it's not about more powerful or anything, it's the emotions." Miley explained her theory, which I think hit the nail pretty much on the head. "After the first time when the shape shifter gene is unlocked and stuff and you get your first form it's not a matter of being more powerful to get mor forms, but how emotional you are; when I became the hawk for the first time I was scared and I wanted to escape and be someone where no-one could find me. And then the next thing I was flying, right?" Last Christmas. It was a little surreal to think that we'd been together for eleven months. That I had first met the love of my life over a year ago, that it was almost a year since my Miley became a wolf. "And Chris said that he felt, like, uber happy when he just became a hawk too today... And when I became the tiger in August I was relly, really sad, and the tiger form reminded me of being sad, so that's why I became that one... It's, like, a different form for the emotions and you get a new form when you feel really extreme emotions."

"You sound very sure about this, Miley." Gammy said after a couple of minutes of silent contemplation, and Miley shrugged even though her great-grandmother could see her.

"It's just a theory is all... I just thought it fit and stuff, you know, since anger ties into the wolf, why wouldn't the other forms tie into other emotions? I'm probably wrong anyways." I personally didn't think she was wrong, it sounded right, to me anyway.

"No." Gammy denied, sounding thoughtful. "No, I think you might be onto something there, Miley." Miley sighed and rested her head on my shoulder, biting her lip again. "But, that's not what you called to talk about, is it?" Smart woman.

"Uh, no." Miley conceded, and Gammy waited patiently as Miley took a couple of deep breaths. "Is-is there anything else that-that you didn't tell me yet?" She asked slowly, reaching over and absently picking up Beary off the bedside table where she liked to keep him n case she ever needed to cuddle him. I thought it was cute that she still liked to sleep with a teddy bear sometimes. "About bein' a shape shifter?... Maybe something imnportant... About something like, say... Glowing hands?"

"Glow-what?" Gammy asked and Miley frowned.

"My hands glowed... Like serious glow-glowed, and I want to know why and how to stop it." Honestly, no matter how much I assured Miley that it didn't hurt, she didn't believe me. It was actually really amazing and made me feel all warm and happy inside (that doesn't leave this room, I'm a guy, I have a rep to keep up).

"Miley..." Gammy spoke slowly, contemplatively, and I knew something bad was coming so I held Miley a little tighter and kissed the top of her head again. "There is no Cherokee history of glowing hands... Or glowing of any sort other than the Alpha's eyes-" Anything else Gammy had to say was cut off by Miley hanging up and tossing the phone away as if it burned her.

Okay, so the whole glowing hands thing relates to the whole tiger thing from part 3... It was orriginally gowing be central to part 4, but it's not showing up again until chapter 17 when they FINALLY start getting to the bottom of it all... That's not to say that I completely forgot it, there was just something else that completely took over without me meaning it to. But, I am starting to get back on track and things are starting to go smoothly again :)

And before anyone thinks about asking 'did you hear about the naked Miley pictures?' I'm going to get it out of the way with a little list I like to call 'PROOF THAT THAT STUPID NAKED PICTURE IS NOT MILEY CYRUS! OBSERVE THE DIFFERENCE, BITCHES!'
1; IT LOOKS NOTHING LIKE MILEY!
2; let's start at the top and go with, she has completely different hair in the supposed photo. My Mom is of the belief that 'the less Cyrus the better' and she only had to glance at the picture (which CONVENIENTLY cut off the face) to know it wasn't her.
3; if you'll notice her NECK. That neck is of a woman I'd think was at least in her 30's.
4; her HAND; Wow. People are saying they have the same rings and nailpolish... 'cause that SO hard to get (note the sarcasm) those hands are completely different. For one naked womans fingers are longer than Miley's.
5; no TATTOO! Where's Miley's Just Breathe tattoo?
6; this woman is thinner than Miley. (Miley's body is, of course, perfect the way it is and she shouldn't feel the need to change a single thing.) I can actually see this womans BONES, not healthy.
7; no belly piercing. Miley's had her belly button pierced since she was 15, just before her 16th birthday, and that womans stomach shows no signs of ever being pierced at all.
8; naked womans legs are shorter. Miley has nice long legs, where-as this woman has shorter legs and a long torso.
http:/twitpic(.)com/3cche7 just take out the bracket around the dot to see my comparisons!

So tell me... HOW THE HELL DID ANYONE ACTUALLY THINK THAT WAS MILEY? Who would be stupid enough to put her name to that picture? Especially since the alleged photo was taken when Miley was still seventeen and publishing it would be considered child pornography. ILLEGAL! And now they've put it out in the world and accused Miley of something she didn't do. Why? Because they have nothing better to do? To get 15 minutes of fame?
They could now be facing a law suit from Miley for defermation of character, an attempt at child pornography... Any number of law suites. Which, if I were Miley, I would definately pursue.

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