Ok, I wrote part of this at school during my study time since I had nothing to do, so it actually might be better than usual since I'm editing as I go instead of making it up and then editing it afterwards. Anyways, here's the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I own Kathleen and Ebony. No one else. I also do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does. Got it? Good.

Kathleen's POV:

I ran. I always ran. I ran from my past, the present, the future, fear, pain, desire…

I tried not to think about him. I couldn't even think of his name anymore; the pain and desire was so great…

No. I had to protect them all. Especially him.

I hadn't kept track of time for a while. It helped with the pain. After all, I could've been gone for only a few minutes. Yet I knew that wasn't true, that I was lying to myself.

I had to lie a lot in my life. Lie to my family, lie to my friends, lie to myself, lie to him… It was a vicious thing, always needing more of itself to keep going, and even then it didn't always stay alive.

I found my path curving back towards him, my soul mate, my love, my salvation. I didn't dare to think his name, but I could still feel his warm arms around me, how they had seemed so protective when I had a nightmare or was just scared…

Stop. I had to stop. I needed him, I couldn't deny it. He was my life, my heart, and I needed him more than ever, to hear his wonderful voice again.

No! I had to remember why I had left in the first place, other than being terrified he wouldn't accept me, though I knew that wasn't true at all. It was my own presence with him that was the trouble. My vision I had in the Cullen's kitchen came back to me in a painful wave. I let it hit me, needing motivation to go on away from him.

In the vision I was in a room with several blurry figures (the Cullens, I was sure) and two others- Jacob and him. I didn't pay attention to him now, though I dearly wanted to; I needed to focus on the main reason for the vision.

A blurry figure looked though the open door, seeming to look at me where I was stationed by him. It was already too late; She (or he, though it seemed feminine) had leapt. I tried to push him away, but he leapt in front of me protectively. Too late.

She hit him hard, and I heard a pained howl from human lungs. Blurry figures meshed, but he kept howling, slowly getting quieter. I heard a voice say what I already knew. "It's too late."

I could survive a vampire bite. He couldn't.

I fell to the ground in a heap, the only movement coming from my heaving chest as I cried tears of absolute pain. I was split in two- one half had to be with him, but the other half knew both halves couldn't, not without killing him in the process. Oh, I could try to protect him. I wasn't defenseless after all. But it didn't change a thing. I was more powerful than I had been recently, and yet I felt weaker than ever before.

I still didn't know everything, but I did know significantly more than I had. For one, I was a shape shifter. Not like the Quileutes though. My kind had actually been kin to the werewolves of Europe and Asia. We, though, had a choice to change or not. We also had the same gift (you could call it that) as the werewolves: we never die. Well, we could leave our lives in a way, but we kind of just went into a deep sleep. Several things varied, including how many animal forms we could change into, depending on our position.

Another thing I knew: I was some sort of high positioned person though I was only about 16. It was some sort of birth thing. I also did have a family, or used to. I only knew that my parents were dead while a sibling (I think it's a sister, and my only sibling) had disappeared with me to somewhere.

I also knew I was trying to track down a vampire. I didn't know who or why, other than the facts that they did drink human blood and they had done something to try to get into my head. I also knew they had something to do with my vision.

I quieted my crying and tried to straighten my hair. It was useless; it was caked with mud and had sticks and other things stuck in it. It was actually the first time I had snapped out of my mode of numb running in a long time. I needed things to distract me from the pain I knew had already come and would keep on coming, so I paid attention to my clothes for the first time since my incident.

I was wearing a sky blue t-shirt that now contained several small tears and holes. As I looked myself over, I recognized how skinny I had become. My ribs were starting to show, and my arms only had a little bit of muscle left over the bone. I looked at my legs, where I was wearing loose blue jeans and one of those wide white belts. My legs looked similar to my arms, only having slightly more muscle. I felt my face and that wasn't good either. My cheeks felt slightly hollow while the skin on my face was stretched somewhat tight. Why was I so skinny? I hadn't been in my recent memories.

Oh, of course! I hadn't eaten since Esme gave me that piece of bread.

Thinking about this reawoke my hunger. I gasped, surprised at the loud growl that my stomach let out. It disrupted the quiet of the lonely forest.

Or was it so quiet? I listened hard and could barely hear the sound of scuttling feet on the forest floor nearby. It made me hungry strangely, and I knew why too.

The kind of shape shifter I was was split into several categories based on their preferred animal form. Most of them fell as either a cat, dog, bird, or, strangely enough, a dragon. I was one of the cat kind, so therefore a small creature like a mouse- what I guessed the creature was- would be appetizing, just as long as I didn't eat it in my human form.

That dreaded topic had popped up again in my mind. I sighed in exasperation. I couldn't escape it forever. The fact of the matter was I was afraid of changing. I didn't remember that much about it, so I had decided earlier not to do it. But on the other hand it was probably the only way I could go on without going totally berserk, which I knew would result in me running back and ending in his death. Pain shot through me. Stupid, stupid me. It just hurt more every time I thought about him.

The second side won in the end. It did help that I was curious about what it was like. Now for the hard part. I actually didn't have any clue how to do it. So I decided to wing it, keeping my clothes on. I wasn't about to dress down and I didn't have much anyway, and it would help to see if I would have to take off my clothes in the future if I did do it later on, which I was pretty sure I would.

I decided to think that I was a black cat, feeling kind of stupid. I felt like a fantasizing little kid. I opened my eyes a moment later and felt even stupider for not believing in my instinct. I was now a large house cat, pitch black fur covering my body. It was just the way I had imagined it. I also felt stupid because I had expected some sort of action, like a "poof!" or strange feeling of changing but nothing had seemed to happen until I opened my eyes.

Who said cats were color-blind? The colors actually seemed more vivid along with everything being brighter. It slightly hurt my eyes at first as I had to adjust. It was odd to see everything from a lower point of view. Looking around I saw that my hypothesis of my clothes staying with my human form was correct. I was relieved. I didn't want to walk around with leaves and branches covering me, or worse, naked.

I listened intently to the forest around me, at the same time sniffing for any particularly appealing scents. I once again heard the creature's footsteps, this time much louder. According to my sense of smell it was a mouse. I let my cat instincts take over completely then as I felt myself stalk after it.

It wasn't hard at all after that to pounce on the tiny thing and kill it. I ate greedily, realizing that I was just as hungry in this form as I was as a human. I caught three more mice before my hunger was finally satiated. After this I realized that I was also extremely thirsty. The only times I remember taking drinks was every so often, only taking a couple swallows before running away again.

I once again listened, still amazed at my good hearing. This time I heard the quiet trickling of a small creek and, locating it quickly, took a very long drink.

After I was done with this I was finally satisfied. I changed back, once again pleased that my clothes appeared to be the same and not worse for wear. My mouth tasted of mouse, which was slightly unappealing in this form, so I rinsed my mouth out. After I got the taste out of my mouth I once again noticed how dirty my hair was so I washed that too. Once I had everything out of my hair (which was a lot!) I was finally able to slightly relax. I was still too stressed out and missed him. I couldn't stop that. I hoped that no one else would ever have to go through what I was going through and that I was sure Se- I mean him- was going through too.

Pain shot through me at my close encounter with his name. I hugged my knees closely to my body, letting the pain rip through me. Sadly the only thing I wanted- needed- now was the one thing I couldn't have.

My sad thoughts were diverged for a moment when I heard the snapping of twigs. It was quiet, but I sensed something larger than its footsteps alluded to. I decided to try to read its mind, but by the time I thought of that it was gone. What could that have been? Suspicious, I walked slowly and cautiously towards the direction I had heard it.

I was quite surprised when I reached where I had heard it to see a little girl. She was about four, with dark brown hair that hung to her shoulders. She was picking some of the few flowers in the dark forest and putting them into a small pile on the roots of a particularly large tree. She was Native American, I could tell from one glance, but even several children wouldn't go this far into a forest by themselves. Where could her parents be?

I stopped, leaning against another tree. She merrily kept on picking flowers until she turned around and spotted me. She dropped her flowers in surprise but a friendly smile broke onto her face. "Hi, mwy name is Cwaire. What's yours?" she said sweetly, giving me a toothy grin.

Despite her obvious lack of fear I hesitated. I also didn't trust that she had just come here alone, and I didn't want anyone else revealing where I had been. I settled on telling her my nickname. "My name's Kitty." I smiled slightly at that. Nessie had more foresight than she had probably thought.

The thought of her and the pain that accompanied it quickly wiped the smile off my face. It didn't hurt as much to think of her, but it still hurt. Claire seemed to notice this, and gave an even sweeter smile. "Have you seen mwy Qwil? He swaid that he would be bwack swoon."

I immediately became wary. Why would anyone leave a little girl in the middle of the forest that surely had at least a couple of cougars and wolves? Continuing on that thought, I asked her something that might identify this person. "Claire, what does Quil look like? Is he big, small… anything like that?"

She pulled her small face into a thoughtful expression, staying silent for a moment. "He's about this mwuch twaller than you," she started finally, spreading her hands about a foot apart, "And he's bwig! He cwarries me awound a lot on his bwack wile I swit on him."

Wow, he must be pretty tall! I was about 5'5", so he was at least 6'3". Wait- did she just say that he carried her on his back? No one in their right mind would carry a little girl on their backs- they would do it on their shoulders or they would have them wrap their arms around their necks and hang off their backs. "Wait- why would you be sitting on his back?" I asked.

"Ummm…" she started before letting out a cute sigh. "I guess I'll twell you if you pwomise nwot to twell."

"I promise I won't say a peep about it Claire. You can trust me." I said, emphasizing trust slightly.

She appeared to believe me and so continued. "Well, Qwil is awlso a bwig puppy dog. He's bwigger thwan sevwal of me."

I froze when the words came out of her mouth. He must be one of the Quileute shape shifters. If he had told her, that probably meant that she was his imprint. And if she was his imprint, he wouldn't be far away from her at any time…

I had to make up an excuse to get out of there and fast. "Hmm. Well, I'm sorry but I have to go now. I enjoyed talking to you." I said quickly, starting to creep off in the opposite direction.

I was almost away when she replied, appearing very sad. "Pwease don't go! I dwon't want to be awone befwore Qwil comes bawck." She started to give me a puppy dog pout.

"Oh, fine, but I'm sitting in that tree over there." I gave in and pointed to a nearby tree, not wanting to make anyone else sad. I had caused enough pain already in a short time, and the innocent ones didn't deserve it.

I was almost up the tree when I heard the paws again, running this time. I tried to dash up to the top of the tree, but it was no use. I felt the tree shake, and I turned to look down at a very annoyed chocolate-colored wolf. Stupid girl. She thinks she can get away so easily? I heard him think to himself. This must be Kathleen that S-

I stopped listening to him then, but it was still too late. Pain flashed through me, and I almost fell off the tree's trunk. He noticed and became nervous. Man, if Se-

"STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!!!" I screamed at the same time that I fell out of the tree, weak with consistent pain. Luckily I fell on top of Quil so I had some cushioning before I rolled off his back and landed on the ground.

He didn't react at first, appearing extremely shocked. Oops, I shouldn't have mentioned that. Now he knew that I could read minds. He appeared to snap out of it quickly, standing over me so I couldn't continue crawling away like I had started to do, taking advantage of his momentary state of immobility. I growled at him, and he seemed to chuckle at me in reply. This was confirmed when I read his thoughts.

So, you're not only a runaway but a mind reader too. What else is there to you? He thought, obviously meant for me to answer. I however kept my mouth shut, giving him an annoyed look.

He continued to yap at me in his mind. You know, your eyes turn the weirdest shade of amber when you read my mind. It's kind of freaky. He chuckled at this, but I only muttered to myself. Now I couldn't even be discreet about that ability.

Stay away unless you want to be missing a leg. I thought to myself, fancying in my annoyed mind that he could hear it too.

He recoiled back in shock. What did you just think to me?

Oops, yet another strange ability of mine. Now I didn't even need to talk to him; I could just communicate whatever I wanted through my head. "Umm… What did you mean?" I acted oblivious, trying to cover it up.

Yeah, right. I know what you did. Don't try to cover up. Your eyes changed color when you did that too. Now, is there anything else you can do? He thought to me, trying to stare me down. Like that was going to work.

I glared back at him, hoping he would give in. I wasn't in the right state to keep this up, especially since I was starting to feel my recent lack of sleep. When he didn't stop first immediately I gave up. "Fine, I'll tell you. But if you tell anyone else about it, I swear you will be missing several of your legs."

I promise, Boy Scout's honor. He joked slightly, but I could tell that he was serious about it.

"Alright, I guess I have to start now." I gave a glance at Claire, but she was once again absorbed in picking flowers. I turned back to the wolf. "For one, I can see the future, but I can't see vampires."

So like Alice, except she can't see us. He interrupted, sounding fascinated.

"Yes," I sighed, "like Alice. Secondly, I now know more things than you would expect me to. The main thing is that I'm a shape shifter too, just not the same kind. I can change into many forms, and my clothes seem to stay with my human form."

He stepped back in surprise. Whoa, you can change? Can you show me? I want to see! He reminded me of a little boy with something fascinating.

"No, I don't want to change right now. I actually want to be alone." I said, annoyed, hoping he would get my drift and leave me alone.

No such luck. But I want to see. He whined, persisting. He gave me a puppy dog look too that actually worked very well despite the fact that he was a huge wolf.

"Fine." I snapped. I knew he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted, and I really wanted to go as soon as possible.

He gave me a huge grin before stepping back so I could stand up. He was jabbering excitedly in his mind as I stretched, getting ready. I didn't really need to stretch, but I wanted to annoy him just a little bit. "Now, watch carefully. I really don't want to do more than is necessary." I looked to him and he excitedly nodded. I sighed, not surprised.

This time I thought of being a tiger, and a moment later I opened my eyes to see him staring in amazement. He was still much bigger than I was but that didn't matter. I felt more confident in this form, like I could charge a full-grown bull and beat it easily. I probably could too.

Happy now? I thought to Quil who only nodded at me in amazement. I took that time to quickly change back and start to walk away rapidly.

Wait! He shouted mentally, howling slightly. S- I mean someone still wants you back. You should see him; he's a total mess. Hasn't eaten or done anything at all over these couple of weeks. Please, I'm begging you, just go back to him.

I froze, pain freezing up my muscles. I only just managed to stay on my feet, the pain was so great. I had been gone for weeks? No matter why I had been so hungry. I so badly wanted to go back to him, but I knew something no one else did.

Quil stood patiently, waiting for my reply. I had to tell him and once again cause pain to others. I could tell that he honestly wanted me to come back, that he was really in pain. But he would be dead if I-

Suddenly a vision appeared and I knew that something had gone wrong. This was the first one other than the one I had been fretting over the last couple of weeks. I watched, cautious and at the same time terrified and excited. What was it?

I was watching the same room I had seen before, except this time S- he was sitting by the door, looking at someone who looked amazingly like me. I realized with a shock that it was my twin sister who I had run off with. The memory hurt slightly, but I was so absorbed in the vision that I didn't register it. She looked just like me except with jet black hair that reached her mid back, and her eyes were flashing green as she was talking. They changed to green when she experienced any strong emotion. He appeared hurt and there was only a small candle of hope in his eyes. It hurt to see his skinnier form. He had evidently suffered too. That wasn't the reason for the vision though, and I knew it.

I watched once again in horror as the same vampire presence appeared from the back of the room. This time it immediately aimed for him, and I wasn't even there to see it. I heard the dreaded words again as it was dragged away from him: "It's too late."

No! I had to save him! I thought of running back, and the vision slightly changed. This time I came a few minutes later, so I knew it was going to happen soon.

I looked at Quil, who was looking at me puzzlingly. Your eyes were amber again. He thought, once again curious. I didn't have time to answer that though.

"Where is the Cullen's?" I said quickly. I was desperate to get back in time. I had to!

That way. He thought, pointing his head to my left. What is this-

"I'll tell you later! Just follow as quickly as you can!" I yelled as I started to run as quickly as I could.

I heard him follow, but I was going too slowly. I wouldn't make it at this pace. I could make it at a cheetah's pace though. I thought of being a cheetah in mid stride, my eyes still wide open, and I changed quickly. My feet hit the ground and I really started to sprint. I narrowly dodged the trees as I heard Quil's thoughts disappear with distance.

I had passed many trees when they started to thin. I smelt a slightly off scent, and realized that it was vampire. I sprinted faster, starting to get tired.

I changed about 300 feet from the house as I appeared from the trees. I kept on sprinting, reaching the door at the same time that it was about to leap.

I noticed in that brief second that the vampire was female and very short. She noticed me but was still aiming for her previous target.

"Noooooo!!!" I screamed. I leapt at her, changing in mid air into a tiger. I knew if I didn't save him now, I would never heal. I hadto save my Seth.

Still a cliff hanger. This is my longest chapter yet. At the beginning I was thinking that it was going to be shorter than normal too, but Kathleen seems to always bump into things she doesn't want to see. Thank you for all your reviews! I also appreciate criticism so I can improve on my writing. I probably won't update until after the 26th as I barely any free time now and I won't have any that weekend. I have also been reading more fan fiction than writing it. :) I also need ideas for another fan fiction that I can do at the same time as this, since I do occasionally get writer's block and it helps to be working on something else while I am in that position with something else. Please review! Thank you!