Got some good news and bad news again.

The bad news is that my main computer that I used to use for all my writing is still fucked up so I have to write this on the family computer again.

Good news is, I got some more reviews and some more hits, so I get to continue, and hopefully I'll get some more reviews with this chapter.

Previously

I also thought about the fact that neither of my parents seemed to care that I was sleeping with Gabe, I know they knew because we had been loud on several occasions. I'm guessing normal parents were out of the question to go along with my not so normal life.

Tomorrow was also my seventeenth birthday, so in light of everything I wish I could just have something normal for myself, but if I only knew how wrong I would be, because let's not forget things didn't always go my way, and they were defiantly not normal

Jessie POV

I let out a deep yawn as I lifted my head from my pillow and opened my eyes to see the sunlight seeping through my window, the golden rays reflecting off of my skin. I yawned once more as I sat up slightly so I could get a look at my clock, my eyes widening when they settled upon the red numbers. It was already ten a.m.

Discovering I had slept for more then twelve hours really woke me up, but I was probably due for a long sleep, and it was then that I noticed that Gabe was no longer in bed with me. "Probably left sometime last night," I thought as I dressed in my discarded clothing. I ran a hand through my hair before proceeding downstairs where the heavenly aroma of pancakes was wafting from.

I descended the stairs and entered the kitchen to find my mom standing over the stove, pouring the last of the pancake batter onto the griddle. "Morning Mom," I called before sitting down at the table to shake the last bits of sleep away from me.

"Morning sweetie, and happy birthday!," she said coming over to me and kissing me on the top of my head, "I can't believe my little baby is seventeen! You're not going to leave me, are you?" she asked frantically.

"Mom, I'm only seventeen, and besides why would I want to leave you?" I asked buttering her up, while at the same time she buttered the stack of what I believe was ten pancakes.

"Well good, you know no one will ever love you as much as me," she said pouring the syrup onto the golden cakes, "Here you go sweetie," she said setting down the massive plate in front of me with a fork, knife and glass of milk on the side.

"Thanks mom," I said quickly cutting into the first pancake, "Where's dad?" I asked with my mouth half full.

"He took your friends out to Forks to pick up some things for your party," she said.

"Party?" I asked wiping my chin to rid it of syrup.

"Oh yes, your father and I wanted to surprise you with a party this year, since you've been working so hard with the pack and school. We thought you deserved something special."

My heart swelled at her words, "So who'll be here?" I asked before taking a sip of milk.

"Well due to the whole werewolf thing we couldn't invite to many friends, although a lot of your friends from school were disappointed that they can not attend."

"Well who then?" I asked.

"Oh well, your father, myself, Gabe, Sam, Leah, Seth, and Jared. All of who are out with your father, as I mentioned earlier."

"When will they be back?" I asked starting on my last pancake.

"Around noon or so," which is when you'll have to be confined to your room so we can spruce things up a bit," she said.

"I have to stay up there all by myself?" I asked, setting my now empty plate into the sink before rinsing it off.

"I suppose we could let Gabe up there with you," she said thinking it over, "But you two would have to try and keep it down."

I paled and stopped at the foot of the stairs. I knew we were loud and that my parents could here us, I just didn't think they would talk about it. "You heard?" I asked.

"Well sweetie," she said turning to me, "It's kind of hard not to."

I grew redder with each passing second, "I can't believe we're talking about this!" I said exasperated.

"You should probably get upstairs and get ready for today, I have a feeling it's going to be a good day," my mom said starting on the remaining dishes.

I raced upstairs with my tail between my legs as I bolted into my room closing and locking the door behind me. I let out a deep sigh and ran my hands down my face, before I picked out some fresh clothes and a towel.

Upon entering the bathroom and sudden nauseating feeling swept over me. I gripped the side of my counter and held on for dear life. As quickly as it started, it passed and I was back on my feet. Confused, I decided to examine myself in the mirror, I sighed as I looked at my skin, if anything I looked more Italian than Quileute, but after finding nothing physically wrong with me I decided to get my shower underway.

After letting the water heat and stripping down I entered the shower, which nowadays was becoming a key location when thinking the latest events over. It was probably only third to my roof and bed.

As I stood in the shower scrubbing away the built up filth of a day I thought back to the conversation I had with my mom in the kitchen. "Too loud? How about when I was ten? Those were some of the most haunting nights of my life!" I sighed and leaned against the side of the shower as the hopes for normal parents and life diminished more everyday.

After about another ten minutes I shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself quickly and dressed in a purple v-neck and some grey shorts. Now I didn't want look like a stereotypical gay guy wearing a v-neck but they were becoming increasingly popular with the straight crowd so I figured I would be fine.

I soon stepped back into my room looking around for anything to grasp my interest, but as I continued to look around for anything my window continued to beckon me forward and invite to step out for while.

Deciding it would be fine I grabbed my sunglasses and stepped out onto my roof, laying my back down against the tiles I settled in for what I hoped was a peaceful stay.

It was around an hour later and I still found myself on my roof looking out at the reservation and surrounding forest. No one had returned yet and I could hear my mom downstairs, doing who knows what. "Probably something for the "party." I thought as I let out a yawn.

I was about to go inside to my bed so that way if I fell asleep I wouldn't go sliding down off the roof to ground level when I stopped. I felt someone or something coming and so I turned around to see someone storming towards my house.

I removed my sunglasses and started to rub my eyes, before squinting to try and get a good look at who would be making there way here, rather angrily I might add, on this Sunday morning. Sure enough it was Paul; I could see his jaw clenched and his fists balled as he grew closer and closer.

I thought about jumping down from my roof but decided against it considering Paul still didn't know that there were werewolves living amongst the tribe. I quickly entered my room and ran down the stairs to the front door.

"Jessie?" my mom called as she saw me walk past her.

"Business," I said facing her before opening the front door and closing it behind me. I then turned to see Paul walking up my driveway, and I trotted along my porch, the old wood creaking beneath my bare feet, so I could meet him halfway.

"Good morning Paul," I said.

"Don't goddamn good morning me!" he said viciously.

I raised my eyebrow questioningly at him, "Then what can I do for you Paul?"

"I want to know why the fuck Jared is always hanging out with you and Sam. What did you two do to him? Did you brainwash him? Make him join some freaky ass cult? Did you turn him into a fag?" he questioned me, practically foaming at the mouth.

I rolled my eyes at the only weapon he had, his words. It was common for people to use words they thought could hurt someone, but at the same time have no power to back them up, and Paul was exactly in that situation; we may be the same height, which was slightly embarrassing considering I'm two years older, but thanks to my werewolf strength I knew I could take him down without a problem.

"The answer is none of the above, Jared's just going through something you can't understand right now," I said honestly.

"Well where the hell is he now?" he asked forcing me against the wall of my house, placing both of his hands against my head.

"Why does it matter so much, you have other friends don't you? What about Jacob, Embry and Quil?"

"It matters because I don't know why he's suddenly abandoning his best friend for people like you and Sam! Now answer me!"

"Fine, if you really must know he's out with Sam, getting things for my birthday!" I practically screamed at him, my body begging to release a growl of anger.

"Liar!" he said.

"Afraid not," I said.

"Then happy fucking birthday!" he said raising a fist at me.

My eyes widened as he brought his fist to where my head had been seconds before. My eyes then nearly bulged out of their sockets as his fist went through the foundation of the house. "He shouldn't be able to do that," I thought.

Paul quickly removed his fist and was about to strike again, but I managed to kick him in his gut sending him flying to the soft grass of the front lawn, except he didn't land as a human, my jaw dropped as I saw Paul phase mid flight and land on my lawn as a massive wolf with dark silvery fur. "That evens the playing field," I thought.

I grew even more concerned as I heard the front door squeak open and then hear a very faint, "Oh"

I whipped around to face my mom with a horrified look on her face. I quickly pushed her back inside the house for her own safety, "Stay inside," I said before I shut the door behind me.

I looked back to where had Paul been all but two seconds ago to find him standing tall and proud as a wolf. I started to tremble seeing how massive he was, but it wasn't just his size but the fact that he had his razor sharp fangs bared and his deadly eyes pinned on me.

I knew I had to think of something fast, we were risking so much by keeping Paul out in the open for this amount of time, anyone could step out onto their front porch and notice some massive animal off in the distance.

Knowing that Paul would probably follow me I quickly flung myself over the side porch railing and started to make a mad dash for the forest. I heard a growl behind me and then the sound of him chasing me as his massive paws dug into the ground, crushing any and all vegetation in his path.

I entered the forest with my heart racing, practically read to rip forward from my chest. I heard Paul growing closer and closer as his strong legs carried him forward. My feet were starting to give in as they were bruised and cut from the jagged rocks that I would occasionally come across. I felt the blood trickle from my soles and I scolded myself, desperately wishing that I had put shoes on earlier.

The knowledge that I had to lead Paul away from endangering others kept me moving, but he was gaining as I could soon feel the warm moist air that was his breath on the back of my neck.

I saw my salvation as I jumped into a huge area of tall grass, concealing myself amongst the wispy blades of green. I quickly scurried on my knees as I saw Paul begin to sweep his massive paws through the grass effectively cutting it down with his sharp claws.

My breathing increased tenfold as my brain tried to process all the new information now flowing through its highways. The pack now stood at four, and hopefully would stay at four, I was counting on the fact that Paul probably wouldn't kill me, probably. However I didn't know what was going through Paul's head, he didn't show the signs that Jared and I had. He wasn't weak, and didn't appear to be either nauseas or tired.

I turned back to Paul who was now sniffing the air, "He's gone full wolf, he's actually sniffing the air," I thought. However I'm sure it wasn't so stupid to Paul as he turned to exactly where I was hiding. He quickly took another swipe and connected. I had managed to get up and start to flee, but not before his claw managed to catch my cheek, dragging and scrapping across the skin, penetrating the flesh causing the crimson blood to spill forth.

I jumped a good distance away and brought a tender hand to my cheek. I lightly pressed a finger around the area and quickly retracted it muttering about a hundred profanities per second. The cut was deep, really deep, and I was losing a good amount of blood. I soon grew dizzy and fell to the ground, trying to push myself up I was soon covered by Paul's shadow. I looked up to see him looming over me with a somewhat proud grin accenting his wolf form.

"Paul…please," I called weakly trying to show him I was no threat. I'm sure most people would wonder why I hadn't phased long ago, well the answer to that is that if Paul saw me as a wolf it would probably turn into an all out blood bath, but now looking at the situation I guess the result was almost nearly the same.

Paul's eyes were laced with venom, and it seemed to me that he lost all of his humanity in his transformation, but since it was my birthday, someone, somewhere gave me a break, because as Paul was about to finish me off I saw him begin to stumble back and forth. I watched in hope as Paul soon heaved a good amount of vomit onto the grass, before ultimately collapsing on his side.

I sighed as I stood up carefully and made my way over to Paul. He had reverted back to his human form rather quickly I noticed, but due to the vast amount of energy he used during his first phase I figured that he would be dead tired. I had no idea what the consequences could be for such an expenditure of energy so quickly, it might take him more then the typical week to recover.

It took a lot of my will power to pick up the nude werewolf and hoist him over my shoulder. I'm sure Paul would feel very violated or embarrassed about this later and would be mentally scarred, but as I began to walk home I just hoped I wouldn't be physically scarred.

When the forest exit came into view I think I actually began to tear up, and when I broke through the last bush to see my house I was motivated to get home. I soon saw my mom pacing back and forth on the porch and when she saw me she let out a horrified scream. "JESSIE!!! MY GOD!!!" she cried running to me.

I just walked past her and opened the door, my blood dripping along the porch and living room floor as I walked. I soon walked upstairs and proceeded to lay Paul down on my bed. I went to my dresser and got him a pair of boxers and slipped them onto Paul before walking back downstairs where my mom was. "I need to go to the hospital," I said.

"Of course, I'll get my keys!" she said frantically with tears washing down her face.

"No," I said grabbing her arm, "I'll go myself , you need to stay here and clean my mess," I said gesturing to the blood that was continuing to drip everywhere.

"I can't possibly let you go alone, I can't allow it, you could hurt yourself."

"Well we both can't leave Paul alone, and what would everyone say if they came back to a house with blood on the floors and both of us are missing."

"BUT I CAN'T JUST LET YOU GO!" she sobbed, truly fearing for her child.

"You have to, I'll be fine." I said grabbing my keys slightly shaking and having my vision blur even more. The side of my shirt was completely soaked now and it was nauseating. "Tell Dad, and Sam about Paul. Keep the others calm, tell them I went out for a run or something and I'll be back soon, just tell them anything reasonable!" I said as I wobbled out the door.

"Be careful sweetie," she said kissing my untouched cheek.

"I'll be fine," I said as I climbed into my car. I put the key into the ignition with a bloody hand and began to drive away.

I was off the reservation and arrived at Fork's Hospital about fifteen minutes later, and I was in really bad shape. I parked and got out of my car noticing that I had stained the driver's seat with my blood, the seat soaking up the excess blood like a sponge. I closed the door and managed to lock it before slowly waltzing my way to the hospital entrance.

I saw the sliding doors get closer and closer and the faces of the patrons and workers inside start to come together. As soon as I stepped in all eyes were on the bleeding, groggy mess, that was me. Two nurses rushed to my side asking for my name and if I could hear them. It was at this moment that my legs gave out and I flew to the floor smashing my face onto the floor. "SOMEONE GET A DOCTOR NOW!" one of the nurses yelled.

I heard the scuffle and shuffle of feet as they ran towards me and felt someone lift me up slightly, "We're going to take care of you, everything will be fine," someone new said.

I opened my eyes slightly to get a look at the doctor, but only managed to get his name tag.

Dr. Cullen it read, "Fuck my life," I thought as I passed out.

I was tired, couldn't feel my face, let alone lift my hand and I was sure I was now wearing a hospital gown. I groaned as I opened my eyes to find myself surrounded by the plain white that was my hospital room. I dug my head deeper into my pillow only to sigh in disappointment at the standard issue medical pillows that really didn't offer to much comfort, or at least not to me.

Gripping one of the side rails I tried to lift myself up into a sitting position but a sudden pain in my chest stopped me.

"Careful now," a voice said.

I looked around quickly to see a pale, but beautiful man sitting in a chair not to far away, it was then that I also noticed we were the only two in the room.

"What time is it?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"Around seven" the man said again.

I looked to my left to see the darkening sky and clock that verified the statement.

"Quite remarkable really, I didn't think your kind could heal that fast," the man said.

My heart rate increased and I whipped my head around, "What did you say?" I asked timidly.

"Your kind, as in the werewolves, quite remarkable healers you are," he said standing up.

It was then it hit me like a ton of bricks, my nose flared as I inhaled the scent, "Vampire," I said with a slight growl.

"Now I don't mean you any harm, I simply wish to talk," he said now standing next to my bed. He gently reached forward and placed an icy hand to my head lowering me back down onto the bed.

I looked at his name tag again and read Dr. Cullen, "You don't feed on humans," I said.

"Correct, I'm sure someone from the older generations of Quileute passed that piece of information on to you," the man said.

"Basically," I said, "What's your name?"

"Carlisle," he stated, "Yours?"

"Jessie," I said looking him over.

"Well Jessie, I'm sure you're wondering why I've taken an interest in you, seeing as we're mortal enemies."

"I would be lying if I said I didn't wonder why it was just us here."

"Well you see Jessie," he began as he walked about the room, "It's come to my attention as well as my families that Quileute boys have started to phase into werewolves once more."

"This is true, considering it's the primary reason I'm here in this hospital now." I said.

"Care to explain?" Carlisle asked turning back to me.

"Well let's just say the pack is still working out some kinks," I said eyeing him.

"I see," he said walking back to me, "So why are you so calm around me Jessie? In my past experiences with werewolves they are rather angry and cocky, but you, you're quite and answering my questions, no problems."

"Well I know my place," I began, "I'm in a weaker state right now, and besides it would be inconsiderate of me to be rude to a man who potentially saved my life. Speaking of which, mind if I see a mirror?"

"Why certainly," Carlisle said looking around for a mirror. I had to say Carlisle seemed pretty calm for being in a room with a werewolf, me I was on edge ready to defend myself at moments notice, "Here you go," he said handing me a mirror.

I lifted the mirror up to my face to see the long gash closed with several stitches that were noticeable. "Will it scar?" I asked.

"If you were a normal human, if you were still alive that is, then yes, but considering your rapid healing I'd say there's a good chance that after a few months it won't be noticeable." Carlisle said.

"What else was wrong with me?" I asked setting down the mirror.

"Well you had some pretty bad cuts on your feet, we had to disinfect them and wrap them, and your heart rate was considerably high along with your blood pressure. I'm guessing you had quite an adrenaline rush." Carlisle told me.

I removed the blanket to look down at me feet which were wrapped with a few layers of bandages

"I can walk on them, right?" I asked looking from my feet to Carlisle.

"Yes, you should be fine, in fact the bandages are really only to fool everyone else," he said.

After collecting myself for a moment and not letting Carlisle's scent distract me, I opened my eyes again. "So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked.

"Ah right," he said sitting in a chair next to me, "I can tell you're a good person for the most part Jessie, I mean we're sitting about four feet from each other not tearing each other to shreds, so I think that counts for something."

"Continue," I said.

"Well recently I've been getting several messages from Quileute leaders who are still concerned about our feeding habits."

"Which is still strictly animals," I said interrupting him.

"Yes," Carlisle said, "But we still have a pretty thick tension between us, and recently we've seen werewolves rather close to our home."

"And if you haven't done anything outside the treaty bounds, then you find it strange as to why your still under so much scrutiny."

"Precisely!" he said clasping my hand sending shocks through me, the contrast between warm and cold truly interesting, "So here's what I had come up with; I want you to be an ambassador between the Cullens and Quileutes!" he said smiling at me.

"Wait…..what?" I asked dumbfounded.

"It's perfect really, you stop in every so often just to check up on us, see that we're no harm to anyone, and at the same time make peace with us and some new friends as well.

"I don't know Carlisle…..I'm on edge just being in a room with just you, I don't think I could handle your entire family." I said truthfully.

"But you see, you're not attacking me, even if you're slightly uncomfortable it's still better then anything I've ever seen before."

"I………guess I could try," I said not able to find any reasons why I could say no, if I could tolerate for Carlisle for the most part then I'm sure I could try with the other Cullens.

"You don't know how happy you've made me," Carlisle said standing up.

I raised my eyebrows at him, it wasn't that big a deal was it? I mean I just agreed to visit a family of vampires who we, a pack of werewolves, are supposed to be at peace with anyway. Totally normal right? That's what I thought.

"If you don't mind Carlisle, I'd really like to go home."

Carlisle snapped his head back to me and a frown appeared on his face, "I don't know if that's possible," he said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well you have a severe gash on your right cheek, and not to mention you were just put through a major blood transfusion. There's also the possibility of infection and-"

"Carlisle!" I yelled, cutting him off, "I'm a werewolf I think I'll be fine, and you can even give me some antibiotics if you want, but I would really like to go home."

"Want to get back for your birthday?" he asked.

My eyes widened, "How did you know?"

"My daughter," he said tossing me a wrapped package, "She has a knack to know these types of things. Why don't you open it, why I go sign your release." Carlisle said walking from the room.

After a few seconds I turned my attention to the package; wrapped in a simple purple, I began to tear at the paper peeling it away to reveal a black box and a note.

I plucked the note up and read it over:

Happy Birthday Jessie,

Alice Cullen

I turned back to the box, "Jewelry?" I asked myself. My question was answered when I opened the box to reveal a magnificent silver bracelet adorned with several small amethysts on the sides. "It's beautiful" I exclaimed as I examined it between my fingers.

I set the bracelet back in the box and set it on the small stand to my left. I looked over further to the left to see my clothes in a nice clean pile. I hopped out of the bed gingerly and trudged my way over to the clothes removing IV's and heart monitors as well as shutting off the machines to silence the rather annoying beeps and alarms. I quickly slid out of the hospital gown and dressed back into my washed clothes.

I had pulled my shirt over my head when the door opened and Carlisle walked back in. "Well I guess you were going to leave whether I said you could or not," Carlisle said.

I turned to him not knowing what to say really.

"So I guess it's a good thing that I managed to convince the nurses to let you out. Of course I had to convince them that you were fine to drive home, and that I'm giving you some medicine"

"Thank you," I said walking towards him taking my car keys from his hand. "When should I meet your family?"

"How about a week from now, just come back to the hospital," Carlisle said, "I'll find you."

"Tell Alice I love the bracelet," I said walking out from the room.

I walked out the hospital receiving a few looks and walked onto the cold lot of the hospital. I sighed at my lack of footwear and wished that I had gotten a pair of slippers or something from the hospital.

I saw my car, still where I parked it, and walked towards it. I unlocked the front door and opened it to be greeted with the scent of blood which had now implanted itself into every nook and cranny of my car, my wolf senses going crazy. I sighed as I slid into the now rather firm blood caked front seat and started up the car.

I pulled out of the hospital and was lost in complete, utter silence. "What have I gotten myself into?" I thought, "I actually agreed to meet a family of vampires to be a mediator between the two clashing sides, and I'm actually apart of one of them, how was this exactly going to work?" I pulled over to the side of the road at the reservation entrance and rested my head on the top of my steering wheel.

"This could be good though, I could learn how to control myself and be civilized around vampires, which could come in handy for the future and maybe meet some more abnormal friends." I thought.

There was also the matter of Paul that I mowed over in my head. Why did he have so much anger towards me? Would he be sorry for what he did, or would he simply be his new angry self. Speaking of which the pack now stood at four, and with Paul now a werewolf things were defiantly going to get tricky. He couldn't lose his temper and phase at whim now, he had to learn to control himself.

I banged my head on my steering wheel, causing cry after cry of the horn to echo out. I heard a rustling sound and then the sight of a massive black wolf appearing. "Sam," I said.

A minute later Sam, who was only wearing shorts, opened the front door. "Scoot over," he said.

I complied, not wanting to drive any further and moved to the passenger's seat. I looked to see Sam examining the seat I had been occupying moments before, "Is this all yours?" he asked me, looking at the dried blood.

"Yea," I said simply.

He then grabbed my chin tilting my head to the side exposing my stitched cheek. I heard him hiss as he lightly traced his fingers over the wound. "How's Paul?" I asked.

"He's been up since five and Jared and I filled him in on everything. He now understands why Jared had to leave him, and he still doesn't believe that he hurt you as bad as he did." Sam said starting to drive to my house.

"When he went wolf….it's like everything human about him was lost. It's like he went completely animalistic and just attacked." I said, "We're going to have to work with him and help him control it."

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine, with our advanced healing and all, the doctor said I'll be fine," I said choosing to leave out the fact that my doctor had been a Cullen, his scent masked by that of my blood, "What were you told? What about everyone else?"

"I told Leah and Seth to head home, Gabe went home as well rather worried. Your mom told them that you had gone for a drive but after you didn't come back she filled your father and myself in on what had actually happened. Jared and I soon took care of Paul afterward."

"That's good, I guess" I said weakly, "Sam,"

"Yah Jess?" he asked.

"Just tell them I was attacked by a bear or something," I said before falling asleep on his warm, bare shoulder.

"Happy birthday Jessie," he said rather sorrowfully running a hand through my hair.

Ok another chapter, let me know what you thought. Yes I know that Jared originally phases after Paul but I set it up this way so that Paul would send Jessie to the hospital introducing Carlisle which would ultimately lead to a connection to have more Cullen time then the regular.

R & R please.