A/N: Thanks so much for reading and your reviews are awesome! Again, I will say, I can't thank you guys enough!

I don't own anything save for the witches and warlocks. I have Launce Asenov locked in my closet as I speak. ;) I would like to have Jake and Edward and I wouldn't mind stealing Sam either, but sigh I can't have them… And now I'm starting to love Quill even more. Oh, woe is me.

The Midnight

The rest of the week was rather uneventful. School turned into school and the Cullen's - although I learned that Jasper's last name was Hale… - turned into regular students, or at least they seemed to act it. Jasper was the one who invited me to sit with them at lunch. I suppose sitting next to him in English class paid off. He was very cautious around me, as were all of my vampire peers, but he was slowly becoming a good friend. At least he wasn't as stubborn as Edward, nor did he have the mood swing streak. Then again, not every vampire could be the same. I could tell that Bella didn't like me too much though.

I had gone against Edward's word and ventured into the woods. How could I not? Today was… perfect for it, or at least shaping up to be. It was raining earlier but now the sun was shining through the damp humid air. I didn't know how far I had walked through the woods behind my house. There were miles of wooded area all around me, I knew; this place was absolutely beautiful. I figured that I was near the rez area of La Push, but it was still daylight, and if I happened to spot a werewolf, I wouldn't be going back on my word to Edward.

I paved my way through the woods, and the bramble, thinking about nothing in particular. My parents were being a little difficult with the town. Since my mother already knew Carlisle and had a little talk to him, she came around a bit, but my father was a still very… annoying. He was afraid I was going to get bitten and sucked dry or something if I kept hanging around them. I muttered to myself until I came to a small clearing and stopped dead in my tracks. Someone was already standing there. He was shockingly tall and sort of lanky with a mess of short black hair on top of his head. He had a pair of cut off jeans on and nothing else. I briefly wondered if he was lost as I stared at him for a moment. Swiftly, as if he had detected me, the boy turned around, his feet silent as they moved.

I smiled, trying to be friendly. "Hi," I said, feeling dumb that all I said was 'hi'. I could have thought of something a little more, articulate but 'hi' was all I could choke out. I felt something different in the air. It was edgy and… almost frightening.

"What are you doing here?" his soft voice asked quietly.

I stepped toward him, shrugging as I stopped about three feet away from him. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. My brow furrowed. He was so warm, it was amazing. Unnatural. "I was walking," I said quickly, focusing on his warmth. "Are you okay? You must have a fever or something…"

He chuckled at that. "Do I?" he paused, his eyes slightly narrowing. "You can feel it from that far away?"

"I have better senses than others."

That made him throw me a suspicious look. "Others?" he questioned. "You don't smell..."

My mouth opened slightly, why was everyone concerned about my smell lately? It couldn't be that bad. I voiced my thoughts. I must have looked shocked or angered because he quickly said, "S'not bad." He avoided my eyes. "Different."

I sighed. "How about you? Are you one of them?"

"One of who?" He acted like he didn't know what I was talking about but it was easy to read through. I quickly probed through his mind seeing a bunch of horse sized wolves gathered around in his head. I pulled out, blinking. I just realized I was standing in front of a werewolf. A real, live, werewolf.

I swallowed thickly. "What is your name?" I asked, changing the subject. We could get to the werewolf part later. I didn't want to scare him off.

He shifted. "I'm Seth," he spoke, a little on edge. He seemed uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"I'm Anna," I reached forward and he shook my hand politely. Wow, he was warm. I stared at his hand for a moment, surprised. "Are you always this warm?"

His arms crossed over his naked chest, raising an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

I grinned. I'll let the cat out of the bag. "Is it a werewolf thing?" I asked curiously, but politely.

That threw him. He stared at me with an unfathomable expression, his black eyes turning hard. "How did you know?" the words came out in a tone that sounded close to a growl. It was rough and deep.

"Don't be alarmed," I said, trying to calm him down a little bit. "It's okay. I'm not afraid of you or anything. I'm sort of fascinated…" I trailed off. I didn't want to answer how I knew just in case it would get Edward in trouble, even though he was trying to protect me by letting me know the truth.

Seth sighed. "Are you a friend of Bella's?" he asked, looking me up and down.

I wondered how he knew Bella; I had never seen him around her. Then again, I had only been here for a week. I shook my head. "I don't think she likes me very much," I said truthfully. She was probably just being a little jealous, but I hoped that Edward told her that there was nothing to worry about. I wasn't trying to steal her Edward. I never would. That thought was rather… repulsive almost.

Seth grinned, lopsidedly. "How do you know, then?" Then he paused. "You don't know the Cullen's, do you?" His teeth ground together at the name 'Cullen's'.

I nodded. "I do, but we're not the best of friends." Not all of us and Jasper's the only one I really get along with very well.

"Good," he said, seeming relieved.

"I'm a witch," I blurted out. There had to be some reason about how I knew. Magic… crystal ball? No… that wasn't true. Crystal balls didn't work. I didn't want to tell him that I saw it in his mind because that freaked most people out.

Seth took a step back. "S'not possible." He looked me up and down and I shrugged, avoiding his eyes, wondering what I could do to show him that it was true. Being in the woods sort of limited me. My gaze fell upon a fallen log.

"It's not, is it?" I grinned, imagining the log floating in the air next to him as I tapped into my magic word. The shock on Seth's face was indescribable. He seemed frozen in place as I set the log back down; it covered the length between us.

His emotionless black eyes stared back up at me. "What else can you do?"

I shrugged. "It depends on what you want me to do," I said quietly, taking a seat on the log and patting the bark next to me, hoping he would sit.

He shifted on his feet before taking the seat. His russet skin glowed warmly in the sun; he actually looked as warm as he felt. He stared forward while I stared at him. I wondered what he looked like as a wolf. "What's it like?" I spoke softly, curious.

"What's what like?" Seth didn't look at me. His young face not showing much emotion. It looked like it had aged. I realized he couldn't be older than me. Maybe he was 16… 17 at the most.

"Being… a werewolf," I supplied.

He grinned, it lit up his whole face, all the signs of age disappeared. "Brilliant. It's brilliant. What is it like being a witch?" He looked at me now, his eyes swept once over my perched form then back up at my face.

"It's difficult." I shrugged. "Witches and Warlocks are… magically territorial toward each other. Families fight families. The last town I was in, the Asenov's – another coven – started a whole feud and we had to leave. Other than that being a witch is… not bad."

"I hear ya," his low voice spoke. He leaned his elbow on his knee and rested his chin on his hand. "We have something like that going on."

I nodded. I suspected that the vampires and the werewolves didn't get along that day when Jacob came to school. "Is there something going on between the vampires and the werewolves?" I asked curiously, I wanted him to confirm my suspicion.

He nodded. "S'not too bad; there's a treaty. But if we set foot on their land or them on ours, there will be a war."

My mouth formed an 'o'. "What do you look like as a wolf?" I cocked my head to the side, trying to imagine it. He had to look like the ones in his head, but that was only a glimpse. I didn't get any detail out of it.

He shrugged. "I've only phased once; I wasn't paying attention."

"Oh," I couldn't think of what else to say.

A chilly wind blew through the woods and I shivered, pulling my sweater closer to me. "You're lucky, you know," I said gazing at his unmoved, half naked form. "You don't get cold. I would kill for that."

He chuckled. "How do you know I don't get cold?"

I shrugged. "I have no clue. I assumed. You look warm."

Nodding, Seth stared at me oddly, his gaze not settled straight on my face. I was about to ask after about a minute of silence but he cut in, "How do you get your nails to look like that?"

I jumped when I looked down at my fingernails. "Damnit, I forgot to paint them!" I cursed. Usually I was good about that. Re-painting them a matte black every night so it wouldn't give me away, but now, the gem like nails shown brightly in the sun, gleaming like freshly cut rubies. I hoped that they weren't like that at school earlier.

When I looked back up at Seth, I noticed he had a questioning look on his face. "They're the source of my power," I explained. "It's a witch thing. Like you have your heat; I have my nails."

"Makes sense." His head turned abruptly toward the forest where I heard a faint voice calling him.

Seth stood. "I have to go," he said quietly, "- my sister… I'll see you around."

"Okay, bye, Seth…" I glanced around him when his name was called again.

He awkwardly nodded. "Bye… Anna," he said before taking off into the forest. I stared after him until I could see him no more. Then I sighed and started to trek back home, but I was glad that I finally met a werewolf… I grinned to myself and cheered, skipping through my half beaten trail through the thicket. I met a werewolf! I didn't see what all the fuss was about… they weren't dangerous.

"Is that any good?"

I looked up, pausing from tearing apart my orange. The skin on this one was a little difficult to get off. "Yes, it's going to be delicious. Why do you ask, Jasper?" I asked. I held the orange in front of him and he wrinkled his nose. "Do you want some?"

Jasper shook his head. "No, but if I had to fight with my food to eat it like you're doing, I wouldn't even bother."

"Well, I could easily discard the peeling of this monstrosity, but I'm doing this the old fashioned way," I told him with a nod as I ripped another piece of the frustrating peeling off.

Finally the last of the peeling came off easily and I cheered, "Oh, triumph!" My brows furrowed as I heard Jasper chuckle, but I also heard something else… the unmistakable roar of a Harley. There was only one person around here that I saw with a Harley. I got up from my seat. "Do you hear that, Jasp?"

He paused, frozen, whispering, "Alice…" I glanced at the door to see her there. I quickly strode toward the door to the lunch room where she was standing. She looked so much like a vampire I halted, startled. Her lips were pulled back from her sharp white teeth and a low growl was coming from deep in her chest. I followed her furious gaze to where she was looking at. The motorcycle. Jacob on the motorcycle and Bella getting on with him. They sped out of there faster than a speeding bullet and I gaped.

"Woah." I breathed. I had to catch myself; I almost said 'awesome'. "Do you want me to go after them?" I knew that Alice was supposed to be watching Bella this weekend because Edward was gone, but if she took off with a werewolf… I grinned. That lucky duck.

Alice stared at me. "How fast does your car go?" She seemed skeptical about my old car. She really should have some more respect for it… I mentally shook my head.

"440 four barrel," I said with a slight mischievous grin, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and took off toward the parking lot; she was hot on my heels.

As I got in my car and started it. I knew exactly where to head. La Push. I pulled out of my parking spot, waving to Jasper and Alice. I swiftly shifted into second gear, tearing out of the parking lot faster than I've ever gone before on a corner. I quickly shifted to third gear and took off, not bothering to watch the needle on my speedometer bury in the dash board. I felt a wave of adrenaline as the engine wound, roaring louder, the faster I went. The feeling of being completely free overtook me, I was disappointed when I caught up to them quickly. I could see them up ahead and slowed my car so they wouldn't see me. I had a feeling that Jacob would hear me but hoped that he didn't know I was following him.

I didn't want to… interrupt really. I was too curious to interrupt this. Maybe I would watch; observe. What did she do when she went with him? If Edward didn't trust her with him... why? I knew that the vampires had a prejudice against werewolves, but was he irritated about her being with Jake for another reason? Was he jealous? Jacob slowed down rapidly as they passed the "La Push; Population: 934" sign. I stayed back, following and trying to as conspicuous as I could in a '67 Camaro. It wasn't very easily done with such a loud engine. Good thing he was on a Harley. If he was on a Honda, he would be able to hear me, without a doubt.

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