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I knew it was him because of his immense beauty. His olive skin had a powdery sheen to it and his long black hair ran down his back. He was as stunning as the Cullens were but the big difference, what really set him apart from them, were his eyes. The Cullens had golden eyes, on some occasions black, but never, ever the crimson red that this man's eyes were. He was a nomad. He had to be.

I was face to face with the monster. One swift move and he could whisk me away. He looked at the house and then back at me, "Hm… apple pie". I saw him smile before he was at my neck, one hand grabbing my waist and the other pulling hard at my hair. Something caught his attention from behind me, making him loosen his grip and giving me enough time to turn and duck before the wolves came hurling over my head towards the vampire. I kept my body close to the ground, my face touching the grass. Sam and Jared were wrestling with the vampire. The speed at which they were moving was fantastic. Flashes and blurs of colored fur and long locks of black hair were the only indication that there was anything happening.

My fight or flight instincts kicked in and I braced myself to get up and run. I managed to prop myself up on my elbows and immediately hit my head on something warm and fluffy. I looked up and there he was. Paul had been standing over me the whole time. He watched the fight intently, ready to pounce if need be. I tried crawling out through his hind legs but he used his back paw to stop me and gently pushed me back in. I felt his body shake with a growl of what I could only guess was disapproval.

Suddenly the fighting in front of us seized and the vampire ripped through the trees, followed by both wolves. Paul jumped up, nudged me to my feet and pushed me in the direction of the house. He let out a small yelp and Emily flung the door open. I ran to her and slammed the door behind me. Immediately, she starting asking me every question she could think of.

"Do you know who that is? Do you know what he wanted? How did he know you'd be here?"

I tried catching my breath as she went on with the questions. "I don't know! I don't know… I was with the Cullens and then I left because I was going to be late for dinner here with Jared's new girlfriend and-actually, shouldn't she be here? Did she see any of that?" Emily's eyes widened. She had probably forgotten that the girl was here. I looked around and spotted her in the living room staring out the big window that faces out into the front yard. She had probably been standing there since the guys phased.

"Kim..." Emily said in the softest tone I had ever heard, "Sweetheart, are you okay?" The girl slowly turned to look at us, the color had left her face. She was beginning to resemble a sheet of paper. I recognized her from around the Reservation. Kim Conweller- I had never spoken to her much but everyone that knew her seemed to love her. She could have a lot of friends if she wasn't so quiet and kept to herself most of the time. I knew she hung out with Jacob and the guys in school sometimes.

"What just happened?" her voice small and shaky. I hadn't realized at what point Emily took my hand but she was pulling me to the couch where Kim had sat down. She had tucked her legs up to her chest, her eyes still set on the window. I couldn't imagine what must be going through her head! I'm sure that this isn't the way that she thought this evening was going to go.

Emily put her arms around us both and pulled us toward her. Looks like Kim wouldn't be getting an answer from us. "Just close your eyes and try to relax. Everything will be explained tomorrow morning over pancakes." Classic Emily, always trying to make people feel better with food.

I must have drifted off at some point, exhausted by the terrifying event because when I woke up, there was light coming in through the window and I was nestled against something warm with strong arms. Wait…

"Oh!" I screamed, unaware that the warm thing with strong arms had also been sleeping. Paul instantly woke up and the once soft embrace that I had been in now felt like a tight harness. He leapt up, me in his arms, and growled as he turned around and around trying to find the danger. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were asleep too. I just wasn't expecting… you." I said awkwardly.

Paul dropped me in the doorway to the kitchen where I saw that breakfast was already on the table and Kim seemed perfectly at ease with Jared. "Im sorry. I still had last night on my brain. Who was-"

Emily cut him off, singing, "Good morning sleepyhead! I hope you're hungry." She motioned to the last two empty seats at the table and then looked sternly at Paul, "I thought I told you not to ask any questions till after breakfast."

Jared held up my phone in the air and through a mouth full of scrambled eggs said, "You have like 3 missed calls from your dad."

I felt a pang in my chest and I could suddenly hear ringing in my ears. "Oh my God. My dad! Did anyone check on him?" I screamed, looking around frantically at everyone. I knew the answer as soon as the question left my lips. "I have to go." I ran out the door, leaving my coat and everyone's surprised faces behind.

I heard steps storming towards me not even a second after I walked out the door. "What? You're not going anywhere. There's a vampire trying to kill you!" Paul screamed but I wasn't listening. There were too many things going on in my head. Jasper said that I don't have a scent so maybe it didn't lead him to dad but the vampire smelled me on Bella. Nothing makes sense!

"What day is it? Saturday? Yes. It's saturday so he'll be at Billy's." I said, the confusion evident in my voice.

"Okay, good! We'll take care of him. We'll patrol around the Black house but you're staying here." Paul grabbed my arm gently although it was strong enough to keep me in place. And if that wasn't enough, than the look on his face alone could have stopped me.

"No. I'm going to Billy's because my dad may or may not be there and I have to know!" I screamed at him and mustered up all my strength to try to rip my arm away from him but it proved to be futile. I was angry now. Why was he trying to stop me? Didn't he know how important it was that I know that my dad is okay? "And who said you get to dictate what I do and don't do?" I screamed, as close to his face as I could get from a few feet below his eye level.

Somehow, that's what did the trick. He let me go with a hurt look on his face. He looked like he wanted to tell me something but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. I knew this would be my only chance to run away, so I gave him a last look, and felt a tightness tugging at my heart. I got into Jaspers car, thankful that I had left the keys in the ignition, and drove away.