Krilaia: I want to clear up that Reenie and her family isn't after the wolves, yet. They're after the Cullens, and Reenie will refer to them as "potentials" which is short for potential targets (if they got involved.) But eventually it will all make sense, I hope. Oh! And the name in the chapter that might give you trouble is Dareios (dah-reh-ee-os).

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Waking up the next morning should have seemed like a chore to anyone. There was no sign of the sun for the day, and dark rain clouds spotted up the view from my curtain-less window. The soft pitter patter of rain was music to my ears, as it matched the thumping feeling in my heart. To most people a dark dreary, shadowed, day was horrible and good reason to cover their head and turn away to sleep more. To a half demon like myself? It meant the possibility of finishing our assignment was in luck, with such ready resources to our use.

My room was a little more put together. On my bed was my actual bedspread, as well as a couple novelty items I'd managed to collect (we couldn't exactly pack like a normal family with how often we moved) such as my sketchpads, drawing pencils, and my teddy bear I'd had since I was six (he survived the traumatic experience of getting my powers, and anyone who wanted to poke fun of how childish it was could discuss it with me over a knuckle sandwich.) My clothes were now in a duffle bag instead of boxes, because it worked better for me that way, and the empty boxes we shuffled around to make it look normal were now neatly stacked in the corner of the white walled room. But hopefully, not for much longer. I felt a pang at the thought, but quickly dismissed it as I shoved some flexible jeans on and an under armour black shirt. Because no matter how "cool" it was to fight in mini skirts and belly shirts, and despite the fact I didn't typically fight super naturals with my fist, if worst came to worst it just wasn't pleasant to have to fight tooth and nail while worrying if you were going to flash your opponent. I tucked some black converse on my feet and headed downstairs, address in hand.

I could hear voices before I could see them, and although I couldn't tell what was being said I could tell there was some sort of conversation going on between my brother, mother, and father. I took a right into the living room and the discussion stopped and three pairs of eyes fell on me. Gee, I wonder what they were talking about. Not.

"Irinushka." My mother said, being the first to speak and break the awkward spell.

I wish I could say I looked a lot like my mother, but truth be told I looked almost nothing like her. My mother was small and petite. She had a waist that, at human years of thirty-seven, could still fit into a size two, and with the fact that I could only fit into a size four, it bothered me. She barely toppled 5'4", and as with my brother, her hair was black, however her own was silky and straight and her skin was rather pale. I was pretty sure she could have been a model, still could since she kept her body in such good shape with the "business", but didn't want to. It was she whom we got our grey-blue eyes.

My mother, Marie, was born a full blooded American human. She had both Nee-oh and I a full blooded human, but I think sometime when Nee-oh was four and my dad brought the job home on accident, an accident that almost killed all three of us, that changed. It was a taboo subject in the house to ask what had happened, but my brother and I had our assumption. We had an assumption that she had bartered her soul with another demon to be given "gifts." Of course, since we couldn't ask it stayed a theory. The only thing we knew for sure was she was defiantly not a full blooded human now, since they didn't have super strength and speed.

My father was equally as attractive, making me wonder if maybe the gene fairy had skimped out a little on me. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm attractive (no vanity intended, I assure you) but I had heard so many women, and a few men, compare my father to a sex god. Totally gross, but in a third person point of view I could gander where they came from, vaguely. He was tall, toppling 6'7", and had the typical tanned Greek skin that demanded no sunlight to stay (thankfully that had been passed down.) My father had high cheek bones and full lips, and hair a few shades darker than my own, making it seem red only at certain points and in certain lightings, which curled down to about the middle of his ear. My father, Dareios, had a very bad boy look to him; his eyes literally being black didn't help. The fact that he was built better than the La Push boys didn't hinder his looks either, but than again seeing as how he'd had centuries to work on his muscles, I'm sure it was well earned.

Unlike my mother, my father was born full blooded demon. And Greek. Which was pretty cool, all things considered.

"We were wondering when you would get up. We have something we need to tell both you and your brother." My father spoke, his voice demanding the attention of everybody within hearing distance.

"As do I, Father." I responded, attempting to speak more formally (typically I loose that game after a few minutes, but it pleases daddy dearest so much.) "Actually, I need to tell you both, also."

My mother quirked a perfectly shaped brow at me before glancing at my father, who simply nodded for me to continue.

"I found the Cullen's address!" Okay, so maybe that came out as a squeal, but it was exciting. I passed over the piece of paper, and watched as my father pocketed it. Nee-oh glanced at me with a weird stare, and I smirked smugly at him.

"You're off the assignment." My mother said, and my face fell into disbelief.

"Your aren't serious! Why?" I yelled, outraged. I got the address and they were kicking me off? That wasn't, well, fair!

"Don't raise your voice to us, young lady." My mother shot, crossing him arms. "You're off because you are distracted by a target."

"Potential." I growled.

"See what I told you, she's protective of him." Nee-oh butted in, and I whipped my head to him.

"You told them." It wasn't a question; it was a statement, one that was quickly followed by me punching him. Of course, that isn't typically the best response, since my brother is full of muscles and can fight. Within two minutes I had him on the floor and could feel my fist dig into his nose and I heard the satisfying crunch, before he shot and grabbed my wrist and twisted, successfully making my cry out before flipping me over and proceeding to pound back into my face what I did to his.

"Stop!" My father bellowed, causing my brother and I to freeze. "Get off your sister, Nicasio. Irinushka, get up off the floor."

My brother got off first, and I could see I had busted his nose as a trail of blood fell from it; however, I could feel my right eye swelling, and could taste the blood in my own mouth, knowing my lip must be busted, as well as could feel pain in my wrist, meaning a bruise would soon circle it. I refused to look at him and looked my father in the eyes. For about half a second.

"This just proves you aren't responsible enough to be able to handle a delicate case like this. Your brother will continue on, working with us." My father's look dared me to argue, and I bit my tongue hard enough to draw more blood into my mouth before snarling in rage and turning away, right through the front door and out into the rain. Not that I cared. I had done a good job and because I was friendly with a potential I was kicked off. I would take it, but I wouldn't take it happily.

The rain stung at my lip, and my eye was really starting to hurt, but I trudged onward down the street. I didn't care where I was going I just knew I had to get somewhere away from that house or I was likely to end up in worse shape than I already was. To make matters worse I could hear the familiar rumblings of a truck I had heard not so far away in my past, but hoped I was wrong. When it slowed beside me, I knew I was out of luck.

"Reenie! Hey!" I heard Embry state happily. I didn't look at him, hoping that if I ignored him he would simple go away. Poof. Couldn't it be that simple? The truck door opened and shut. Apparently, nothing was simple today. I heard the pitter patter of feet before he was in front of me and he stopped in his tracks. I could see his tall, and shirtless, body begin to shake as he stared at me and I wondered if maybe he was on drugs or something. Did drugs affect super naturals?

"What happened?" Embry asked, his voice shaking as badly as him. I guess from his car he hadn't noticed my jacked up face, and wondered why he cared so much. Instead of answering, which I felt my heart jerk a bit; I turned my head away and crossed my arms.

"Reenie." He stressed, seeming to have a hard time controlling himself. "Tell me."

I whipped my head to him and sent him the best glare I could manage at the moment.

"Do not tell me what to do, Call." I shot. "What happened is my business, and not yours."

He looked as if he were a little kid who had been told Santa wasn't real. Had I not been so angry at the situation I might have been a bit upset, but all things in perspective I could case less. Instead of going back to his car like a normal human being, he took a step towards me. And another. Than he proceeded to pick me up, something I had in no way anticipated, and in my stupor he set me in his truck. I stared in front of me with my good eye wide. Before I had a moment to snap out of it and opened my door, he was already inside and heading back down the road.

"So, what kind of music do you like?" Embry asked, casually. I withheld the notion to stare at him. I truly believed this man was insane. Instead of answering I stared out the window, arms crossed. He whistled, and than sighed.

"I'm sorry?" He tried. I ignored him. He sighed again, and for the whole ten minutes it took to get to the beach, something I wondered why we were going to while it was raining, he continued to try and make conversation. The entire way I continued to ignore him. He had, after all, kidnapped me when I wasn't even okay with even talking to him to begin with.

Although, I was being kidnapped by an incredibly attractive shape-shifter, so I couldn't complain much.

Not that I thought he was attractive, just that, well. Okay. Maybe I did. But I am a female, dang it, I am allowed to have hormones, despite my family not believing so. That does not mean I had anything with the potential!

We sat with the truck idle for about ten minutes when we got to the beach. Embry was jittery and keep tapping his leg, before sighing and looking at me, than the window, than me, and asking if my eye was okay. I had to hold back my "does it look like its okay?" response. Finally, after ten minutes of the same process, he ducked out of the truck. I let out a relieved sigh only to see his face staring at mine through my window. He went to open the door but I shoved it open, kicking and pushing. I held back a smile when he stumbled backwards, thrown off balance. I stepped from the car and glared at him, who merely sighed again before picking me up and carrying my bridal style through the rain, getting us both even wetter than we were, and set me down on a dry spot that was covered by a large rock. He settled in beside me and grinned.

"So, ready to tell me what happened, or do I have to keep being simple irresistible?" He teased, and I snorted in response, turning my head.

"Reenie…" he whined, and I tried to block it out. "Reeeeeenie, please?"

I turned to look at him, with his bottom lip shoved out slightly in a pleading pout. Corny as it was, he gave the typical puppy dog eyes, which actually looked pitiful. My mouth disobeyed me and I found words spilling forth.

"My brother and I got into a fight after he told my parents something that got me in trouble." I gave in. Embry gave a little grin I had spoken to him, before what I said sunk in.

"And they let him give you a black eye?!" he shouted, and I winced at the loudness.

"And a busted lip, and bruises wrist." I teased, and could see him start to shake again. "I started it, in all fairness."

I don't know why, but I wasn't him to be okay with it. To not worry. When I shouldn't care less if he worried or not.

"Besides," I grinned cheekily, "I broke his nose first."

Embry stated at me a moment, before grinning and letting out a laugh.

"What a fighter." He teased, and I raised my left brow.

"Pffht, I'm a champ." I answered, grinning. Embry nodded, giving a mock bow.

"I am in awe of your awesome-ness. But if I may ask a question, champ?" He looked me in the eyes and I ignored the momentary jerk of my heart. What was I, sick or something? Jeez, that was getting annoying.

"Of course, champions are subjects to fan based question. Continue, worm." I answered in a prestigious voice, noticing his eyes quirk at my nickname.

"Of, great champion, I, worm extra-ordinare, would like to question why it is you actually got, well, hit." Embry teased. I opened my mouth to answer, before turning my head with a soft 'hmmp!' noise. "Champ?... Reenie?"

I heard him move and turned my head to look at him to be met directly eyes (well eye, since I couldn't exactly see out of one) to eyes. I don't think he had realized how close he had gotten, or at least I hadn't, as I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and could hear my heart thumping loudly against my rub cage. I'm not sure how healthy that is, either. Can your heart beat out of your chest? And why is he being so close to me affect me? As millions of questions buzzed in my jumbled head my eye could see his flickering to my lips back to my eyes back before it fully registered. Before I could react his lips were on my own and to my shock (and mild horror) instead of rejecting him completely, I was kissing back. He started to lean forward, and my body compelled with his wish as it leaned towards the ground. It wasn't until I felt the ground and his body leaning against mine that I snapped out of the spell. I sprint out from under him and threw myself away and into the rain, looking at him wide-eyed as he stumbled and hit the ground face forward. Which would have been funny, if the situation was different.

Embry stumbled up and looked at me as my hand rested on my top bottom lip.

"Reenie?" Embry asked, as if in a daze himself. My brain was on the fritz, so I simply stared. "Reenie I-"

He never got the chance to finish his sentence, because my legs began to run as far away from him as I could, stumbling amongst the wet terrain and almost falling multiple times. I didn't register him calling after me, and as soon as the forest was in view I ducked out behind a tree and hid. My body was jolting with confusion and I was only certain of one thing.

I had kissed Embry Call.