OK, here's the next part. I rlly, rlly, rlly want pple to review, b/c I'm not sure if I'm just writing for myself…

The wind whipped past me with defining speed. My hair blew back so strongly from my face that it was almost straight, losing its curl. My eyes scanned ahead, worried, anxious, nervous… The whole, 'I could beat your sorry asses right here and now' thing was just an act. In reality, I was worried. Maybe I was pushing my luck, maybe I should back off… Maybe coming here wasn't the BEST idea…

I reached back into my pocket and pulled out the piece of paper that held my instructions on it. I stopped, leaning nonchalantly against one of the many trees that crowed the forest path. I'd ditched my car a while ago, parking it at the curb closest to the forest. It was a small town, no one would bother it.

I only had one more mile to go. I could walk it and still be ten minutes early. I was walking at inhuman speed, remember? Yeah, that's sorta important. So I pressed the paper back into my pocket-one of the back ones this time-and headed off again. Even walking blew my hair back.

I arrived at a clearing very soon after my delay. It was a good sized spot, and completely secluded from the outside world. I thought of that mind bender: If a tree falls in the forest and no one's around to hear it, does it make a sound?' While I stood there, I was very tempted to say 'No.' There were worm lines that snaked through the grass, as if that path had been walked or ran numerous times. The shape that the lines created reminded me of a diamond. Was this an old baseball field…? Maybe.

I sat down in the grass, leaning against a tree on the edge of the clearing, glancing up at the sky. It'd cleared up a great deal, and clouds didn't threaten the horizon. As a ray of light hit me, my skin set off sparkling. If a human was walking by just then, I'm sure they would've started laughing, not choosing the correct response of running and screaming, and the simple reason behind that was, well, simple: Who could ever be afraid of a vampire who sun bathed and sparkled?

I giggled.

"I guess you're in a better mood now, huh?"

The voice caught me off guard, but I was experienced in the emotion department, as I had mentioned earlier, so I hid my face in a bored mask. Lazily, my eyes blinked open. "Slightly, yes." I climbed slowly to my feet before turning to face the wolves-err, boys.

They're all just over-sized, over-muscled, and overly-tall Indian guys, I told myself reasonably. They're nothing to be worried about. Remember how long you spent with the Volturi-you could take them out easily. But still, I didn't meet their eyes. I glanced over the group once more and mentally corrected myself. And one girl.

"So," I began, trying to break the awkward silence. "Hit me with it."

Sam gave me a curious look.

 "The rules-let me hear the rules." I gave him that 'duh' look that meant I was not impressed. Sam gave me a look that meant he didn't care.

And so Sam began his lecture. Honestly, I just wanted to know what I could and could not do. I felt like a teenager who had to listen to her parents set the rules one by one in a slow and overly protective manner. I just wanted to know how to stay out of trouble!

Oh well, the rules were simple enough, and I was sure I could follow them without much difficulty. Most were just repeats of what the Cullens told me earlier. I could handle them.

"Is that it?" I continued my previous examination of my fingernails when Sam had stopped talking. A few members of the pack grunted disdainfully at my disrespect for their Alpha. Oh well. They could deal with it.

"That's all?"

It was the answer that I'm sure they all thought I wanted to hear, but I decided to aggravate them a bit more. It was fun. So I snorted.

"What now?" a voice toward the back of the assembly whined.

"You didn't introduce yourselves," I whined back, giving Sam a meaningful look.

"You didn't either," another voice piped in. That caught me off guard. I thought I had…

"I'm Abbigail, or Abbi for short," I introduced quickly. "I've spent roughly three centuries working for the Volturi." One boy in particular stiffened in the back. I chuckled darkly. "You guys are well educated, I see," I said, smiling. "You know not to cross me."

"I thought you said you quit." Sam was talking through gritted teeth.

"I did." I brushed some imaginary dust/dirt off my top. "But that doesn't change the fact that I've had three-hundred years of experience with assassination, plus another two hundred years before that. You all do not want to mess with me."

They all grunted, and I glanced up quickly. "So are you all going to introduce yourselves or not?"

"You know me," Sam reminded me darkly.

"But I do not know your pack."

"Quil." The gruff voice caught me off guard, and I turned to face one of the guys that were an average distance away from me. I looked into his eyes and nodded.

"Seth." The voice made me turn to face another one of the boys. I met his eyes as well, and then looked way, searching for the next to talk.

"Leah."

"Collin."

"Brady."

"Embry."

"Jared."

"Jacob." He had been the one who stiffened. I looked into his eyes longer than the others. He was harboring quite a bit of pain.

"Paul." I turned to face the last one, and when I looked him in the eyes, his breath caught in his throat in a gasp. His eyes softened, and it looked like it was all he could do not to reach out and catch me in his arms, pressing his lips to mine, right then and there. And I can't honestly say that this mystic gravity didn't have a similar effect on me. It was…life changing.

I took an involuntary-yet, and the same time so, so, so very voluntary-step in his direction. And then another. And another. Soon, I was blocked by Sam, and a quiet word rang out around the clearing, having been uttered by Jacob, who was standing very close to Paul.

"Shit."

OK, there's the next part. Srry it took me so long to get it up, but I was at camp for, like, a week and a half. Anyway, I hope you like it...