A/N: I know I haven't updated in a few days, I've just had exam week and sat a GSCE (two years early, cos I'm a geek). Actually, one and a half (I know, that's going to look idiotic if I pass.. Yes, Mr University Interviewer - I have nine and a half GSCE's. I think that's going to go down well.) But anyway, I have managed to get Plantar Fasciitis in both feet, which as well as being rare to get in both feet, means I cannot walk, therefore I get the day off today. And, because I love you all, and because I am slightly bored...I decided to write you all a lovely shiny new chapter!

Disclaimer: Yes, because the author of Twilight would be a British teenager and would obviously write fanfiction about her own story...

Jailbait: Chapter Ten

Rachel's POV

"I love you so much hun, promise me you'll visit soon." Becky implores her voice slightly husky with repressed tears.

"Okay I will, promise. I love you too Becky." I say into the hand piece and place the phone down quietly. All of a sudden, I feel slightly melancholy. I never quite realise how much I miss Becky, how big a part of me she actually is, until I see her or speak to her.

"Yes!" Jake suddenly shouts, punching the air victoriously, on the screen a score flashes up. I glare at him for ruining my moment of reflection, he doesn't notice. "Are you going out with Paul tonight?" He asks, turning to me and finally switching the television off.

"Don't know." I respond lightly, averting my eyes from the repulsive sight of Jacob finishing off an entire bag of chips. Family size. In four handfuls.

"Liar." He says, grinning cockily, "Paul already told me you are."

"So why'd you ask?" I reply, mild irritation colouring my tone.

"Because you go red when I ask." He says with obvious relish.

I swat at him uselessly, turn on my heel and flounce up the stairs. Jake's laughter echoes down the hallway.

Flicking through my closet, I pull out some fresh clothes – a t-shirt dress and the unavoidable cardigan (it was unseasonably cold outside, even though it was supposed to be summer) - and pull them on, muttering darkly to myself about immature, irritating younger brothers.

I apply make-up quickly and brush my hair until it shines. Checking myself in the mirror briefly beforehand, I dash downstairs just as Paul knocks on the door.

Jake sprints past me and opens the door; I blink slightly stunned at his lightning speed, pausing on the bottom step. Paul grins sheepishly at me and Jacob laughs at my startled expression before turning to glower menacingly at Paul.

"Oh, go away Jake." I say through gritted teeth. He ignores me, his eyebrows pulling together frighteningly.

"So. Where are you and Rachel going?" He asks Paul, glaring at him intently.

"Urm. To the beach." Paul replies, flushing slightly and fidgeting under his unfriendly stare.

"Sounds good." I say, pushing past Jacob with some difficulty.

"Don't be back late."

"Shut up, Dad." I tease him, half playfully half annoyed. Jake smiles condescendingly at me and shoots one last intimidating look at Paul.

I sigh and elbow Jacob in the ribs, he appears not to feel anything, "C'mon." I say to Paul, he turns and walks back down the path which is overgrown with various weeds and long meadow grass, I follow.

His truck sits at the kerb, the engine growling sulkily.

He opens the door for me and helps me in - his truck is huge and I'm not particularly tall. The first time we'd gone out, I had attempted to climb into the truck on my own. It goes without saying that I had not succeeded.

I watch as he moves around the truck incredibly gracefully. I feel slightly envious, it's not that I'm clumsy, I'm not, I just wish I had his easy elegance despite his disproportionate size.

"Is the beach okay?" He asks, a slightly concerned expression on his face.

"Sure, sure." I reply truthfully – I do love beaches.

"Okay, but we're not going to the normal one. There's another one I want to take you to."

I nod and the talk continues naturally. Paul is incredibly easy to talk to. We have a surprising number of things in common; the only thing that slightly irritates me is the constant desire to make me happy. It sounds thoughtless and stupid of course, but sometimes I would like him to disagree with me on something and then to have a debate about an irrelevant topic instead of this constant agreement.

After about twenty minutes, we pull up at this tiny, deserted, beautiful beach. It is sandy and studded with a huge heap of giant boulders coated in layers of green algae with rock pools between them. It was sheltered somehow from the wind and surprisingly warm. Grinning, I peel off my cardigan and accept Paul's hand to help me from the monster truck.

The sun warms my skin gently, I tilt my face to the rays enjoying the feeling of warmth on my face.

Paul grins and takes my hand, "C'mon!" He pulls me over to the rocks, "Let's climb them."

"You're on." I yell back, launching myself at the nearest boulder and scrambling onto a second.

In just half a second, he is already much higher than me. He looks down at me, smirking slightly.

"Not fair." I pout.

He just chuckles and reaches a hand down to help me; reluctantly I take it, feeling incredibly feeble as I do so.

"I could have done it myself you know." I say, slightly sullenly, a few minutes later when we've reached the top.

"Of course you could." Paul replies soothingly, a slight teasing note lacing his words a patronizing smile playing about his features.

Childishly, I poke my tongue out at him. He raises one eyebrow and in a swift motion throws me over one shoulder. I scream, giggle and struggle to escape as he sits down carefully, completely ignoring me. Then, he sits me down gently next to him.

I tut at him slightly breathlessly and grin at him. He throws a long arm around me lazily; his over bearing warmth removes any slight chill in the air. I smile contently, realise how inanely ridiculous I must look and attempt to stop.

"How did you find this beach?" I ask quietly, taking in my surroundings. There is just a hint of sunshine and the clouds here seem lighter, less oppressive. I can see tiny patches of blue sky, the sea is a grey-blue rather than the murky grey-brown of our usual beach, the sand is clean, fine and golden.

He answers in an identical gentle tone, respecting my desire to preserve the silence, "Patrol, it runs right across here. We have to be careful though, you get people round here occasionally and someone has to come back later and check there are no footprints."

"Will I ever get to see you as a wolf?" I say, shuffling closer to him but attempting to be sneaky whilst doing so.

"No." His voice turns hard. "If you saw me like that, it would mean that something terrible had happened, something that would have put you in danger. And, I never want you to be in danger."

"I'd still like to see it one day. Are there…dangers often?" I say timidly, this was something I had wanted to ask for a long while. Having Jacob, my baby brother, and Paul, my sort of boyfriend, running patrol, being out every night, worried me senseless.

"A few. Rarely though." He said quickly, seeking to reassure me.

"Don't lie. Tell me honestly." I demanded, a brief stab of rage coursing through my veins.

"Okay. There is a …coven of … cold ones," he makes a distasteful noise in the back of his throat, "… you would call them vampires, they live very close by. Too close for our liking. Our main task is to make sure that they don't bite or kill anyone. They're our mortal enemies. We had a treaty with him, a very old treaty. However, at the moment we may have a sort of…truce with them." He explains in one breath, analysing my every facial expression as he speaks.

"Vampires!?" I half shriek.

"It's fine. They only drink animal blood." He says airily.

"How is that fine? There is a bloody gang of vampires living practically next door to our tribe. How dangerous is that? What would happen if they drank someone's blood?" I shuddered, my distaste and fear overriding my instinct to scream.

"It's okay, Rachel." He grasps hold of my shoulders firmly and draws me to him, tightening his arms around me. Eventually, I relax, suddenly becoming aware of his well defined chest and deliciously muscled arms whilst hating myself for noticing such shallow things when I was still in shock over this new revelation. "I promise you that everyone is safe."

I nod blankly, only half listening. Horrific scenarios playing in my mind like some sort of twisted horror movie. The characters? My friends and family…

Jacob, broken and bleeding, bite marks gouged from his neck, his eyes wide with fear, the light fading from them slowly as he drew in his last, shaky breath…

Dad cowering helplessly from some cloaked, fanged monster, it advancing slowly as he raised his arms in a feeble attempt to protect himself…

Paul in wolf form, leaping at said monster, only for the creature to turn on him and rip chunks from his wolf body, leaving him dying on the ground with barely a backward glance…

I close my eyes, trying to stop the nightmares. Gradually, they fade and slightly embarrassed, I pull away from Paul, ignoring the rebellious part of my brain which is reminding me how right it felt to be safe in his arms.

He just smiles ruefully and reaches out for my hand. I instantly feel better and my brain quietens at his touch.

Unexpectedly, he turns to face me, pausing briefly before drawing closer to me. Delicately, I lean forward and press my lips to his. His lips are warm, comfortably so and I can feel the hard lines of his perfect body against my own. The kiss is short, sweet and strangely perfect.

We pull apart, grins splashed over both of our faces.

He chuckles nervously, runs one hand through his hair and tugs me to my feet, "C'mon, I'll better get you home or Jake will kill me."

I laugh, "No, he won't. I'm his sibling. I know a hell of a lot of dirt that he wouldn't want Dad to know."

"That's evil."

"But, it may be necessary." I say simply, smiling still.

He roars with laughter and bends to kiss me again.