Disclaimer: Unfortunately in this lifetime I am not Stephenie Meyer, but just maybe I'll get in a car accident, go to heaven and wake up in her body just like the show "Drop Dead Diva," then I'll own the Twilight saga. Until that happens, the Twilight saga is the sole property of Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 7: What happened?

Seth POV

"Damn, second time we encountered and I let her get away without even getting her number." I though.

Indecision struck me again.

If I follow her, would she think I'm some sort of stalker and become repulse by my actions? Or will she find my actions attractive?

I know she didn't run because of the kiss. It was one of those kisses you have in a dream and you never want to wake up from. The kiss was fueled by desire, and yet it was so innocent, mostly because it was so fresh and new. Although I sounded conceited, even in my own head, there was no denying the chemistry between us.

We had that instant connection that you can only have with someone you love, or in my case, you imprint.

The minute that thought crossed my mind, my mind was made up, I knew I would follow her wherever she would go.

Running as fast as I could, I was able to see her friend's car speed off. I quickly read the tag number and stored it in my memory bank. If I couldn't outrun the car, I would track her somehow. I ran back to my car with the sole intention of pursuing her. Even with my frantic driving I lost sight of her and the car, but I kept on driving hell-bent on finding her.

After about half an hour of driving around multiple streets and intersections, I saw an ambulance speeding away. For some unexplained reason, I had the sudden urge to follow the ambulance, so that's exactly what I did.

The ambulance stopped at a modest blue house, the exterior was plain, nothing extravagant or special about it. I was about to drive away when I witnessed the paramedics strapping her to a gurney. My beautiful Nadia was being harnessed to a gurney.

I couldn't fathom what I was seeing. How'd she get hurt so quickly? She was perfectly fine half an hour ago. I saw her friend climb in with her. Now I had to trail the ambulance and find out what happened.


I lost the ambulance at a red light. Since I wasn't a police or an ambulance driver, I had to abide by the traffic laws.

I didn't worry; I knew where they were headed. There was only one hospital in Forks.

Once I arrived I told the nurse that I was there for Nadia lying and saying I was her older brother. She told me that I couldn't see her yet because a doctor was in with her, so I had to wait for a while.

While sitting in waiting area, I saw her friend crying her eyes out. I didn't want to frightened her or make myself known, so I kept my distance and didn't approach her.

After about an hour of wait I was able to go in and see her.

As soon as I reached the room I knew she was in perfect care when I picked up the scent of Carlisle Cullen.

She was fast asleep when I entered her room, advancing toward her; I touched her forehead lightly, caressed her face, and tried to examine her body for any injuries without waking her up.

After spotting bruises all over her neck, I was engulfed by fury. I felt myself vibrating and tried to calm down. Whoever did this to her would pay even if it was the last thing I did.

When I heard footsteps approaching, I quickly ran out of her room, not willing to be discovered.

I sought to find Dr. Cullen. He was with a patient when I finally located him. I waited impatiently until he stepped out.

"Hello Seth! It's nice to see you, how may I help you?" He asked politely.

"The girl Nadia, the one you just finished examining, what's wrong with her?" I asked exerting as much nonchalance as I could in my voice. I didn't want him to hear the worry or the fury in my voice.

Confusion and curiosity crossed his face, but he didn't ask anything, he simply said that she was strangled but she was fine. "All she has is a mild concussion she'll be okay."

He added that he was going to check on her again once she was awake and if everything was fine she could be dispatched today.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and thanked him for the information. I was about to walk away when he asked me if I knew her.

"Yes," I replied curtly while walking away. I was well aware that I was being rude but at that moment being courteous was the farthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to find Nadia's attacker and avenge what they did to her.

As I was passing her room, simultaneously checking to see if the coast was clear and if I could give her one last visit, I heard her talking to her friend.

Curious as to what they were talking about and wondering if I'd get a clue to know who her attacker was, I stopped in my track to listen to their conversation. I heard her friend saying she wouldn't snitch on her almost murderer, but she'd be watching him like a hawk.

I couldn't believe the stupidity in her friend's words or her friend for that matter. Didn't she care at all for Nadia's well-being? Why would she want to keep Nadia's aggressor a secret?

I couldn't stay inconspicuous any longer; I entered the room in my own accord.


Sorry for the long wait and the cliffy don't hate me and please thank my beta Lemmonpie for how well this story has flowed, it would be a mess without her.