~Paul POV~

The second I saw the pale figure at my door, I was certain it was one of those italian bastards, the Volturi. She was peeking in, so ready to open int and probably tear out my throat. I wasn't going to let that happen, and Ias far as I was concerned I had the upperhand. Throwing the door open, I lunged, albeit a little foolishly, and crashed into her. To my surprise, It didn't feel like stone, but soft human like flesh.

We both collided with railing it, cracking it in several places. The girl struggled beneath my, swearing in both english and Italian and clawing at my skin. It stung only momentarily, but it opened my eyes as well.

The girl beneath me was no vampire, she was the girl I had seen earlier that day, the thief that I had imprinted. My entire system seemed to convulse as I realized I had probably broken several bones within her body. She sure didn't act like it though, she moved perfectly fine as she launched her wild assault on me.

"Stop." I told her softly. "Stop I'm not going to hurt you."

She stopped flailing and glared up at me, chest heaving.

"Then what the hell was that?!" She sneered,

"I didn't think... I thought you were something else... someone else."

"Blind idiot." She muttered, "Can you get off me now?"

I nodded and scrambled back, only to stop as she twisted on her heels and started to run away. I lashed my hand out and caught her shirt, holding her up.

"Hold up." I told her, pulling her back and inside.

"What? Have a desire to get you jollies from me?"

I rolled my eyes, partially thinking that I could get any whore off of the street to get my 'jollies' from. I didn't think it wise to say that though, wanting to make the best impression I possibly could. Of course, it was probably all in vain now.

"Go on, silent wonder. Answer me!" She demanded.

"No, I don't want to. Just want to ask what you were doing outside of my room." After a second I added, "Because maybe you were trying to get your jollies from me."

"Whatever. You wish." She jerked away and plopped down on the bed. "Get to talking."

I sighed a little, already envisioning the hell I was going to have to go through to actually draw a conversation out of her.

"Well, that's start out with the important one."

"Why I was here? Well-"

I shook my head, cutting off what I knew was going to be an extremely long rant. I kind of enjoyed the annoyed look she gave me beneath her light eyelashes and the way her blue eyes flashed.

"How 'bout, are you okay?"

She blinked slowly, as if she had never been asked the question before. For a second, her eyes were extremely emotional and watery, but then it was all blinked away and a hard look crossed over hre face.

"I'm fine. Next question."

"Alright. Now you can tell me why you were here..."

She rolled her eyes.

"I heard you through the wall... you guys were being really loud. So I came over to check it out... and then I saw the food on your table..." She pointed a little, a smirk on her face. "And got super hungry so I decided to sneak in and eat it."

"Really? That's all?"

"Uh huh." She bobbed her head quickly. "Can I go now?"

"Nope. You said you were hungry, so go and eat."

She glared up at me before standing and dancing over to the plate. I was surprised at how small she was, both height and width wise. I knew that shorter people could be slimmer, but this seemed broderline unhealthy. Her cheek bones were slightly prominent, her arms like sticks and her wrist bones were completely obvious. Her height was also surrpising, she barely seemed to stand above four feet.

The girl continued to glare until she reached the food. When she did, her face softened a little and she tore into it, completely unladylike but amusing to watch.

When she finished, she covered her mouth with her hand and looked at me.

"C-can I have more?" She asked.

"I don't think we have any, but I-"

"Oh. Alright then" she interrupted, looking toward the bed that Collin occupied. An old playboy magazine was rested on his chest and the blankets were thrown everywhere. Remarkably, he was still out.

"Can I ask your name?" She asked, drawing me back to her.

"Erm.. yeah... it's Paul... yours?"

"Maia. But... Mai for short." She said softly, all her former hostility dropped.

"Ah. Nice to meet you then."

"Yeah.." she nodded a little and looked outside, before looking back at me.

"So why did you steal from that guy earlier?"

Mai looked up at me and shrugged a little, hiding a flinch that alerted me to a deeper trouble. There was something much more wrong with her than this anger.

"Needed food... and money."

"You're homeless then?"

"Yeah.... I guess so. Is that what they call us now?" She allowed a small smile.

"Where have you been staying?"

"Sides of roads... bus terminals..."

"Runaway then?"

"Yup." She nodded, not meeting my eyes now. Instead she was looking out at the moon, eyes unreadable.

"Hardly seems safe..." I stated, wanting so desperately to reach out and touch her, hold her... all that. I knew I couldn't, that I could ruin everything if I did.

"It isn't." She smirked a little. "But I can take care of my self."

I nodded a little.

"Where do you plan on going now?"

"Who knows... where ever I can... I kind of want to get away from this country..."

I started to say something more, but at that moment Mai turned to me, small bubbles of tears in her eyes.

"Can I stay with you... for awhile... please?" She pleaded, dark blue eyes wide and emotional. Her tiny hands reached out and took my shirt, shaking me with surprising force. "Just for awhile."

"Y-Yeah." I nodded a little and touched her head. "Go right ahead."

AN: Next chapter is going to be Mai's POV. It's going to go into her little break down... hope you enjoyed.... and yes I'm back in power!