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Sorry for the late update but, seriously, guys: school, a social life and writing just don't fall into the same sentence.

Note: Time-line disconnect. In Endless Summer, the family reunion was the day after Randy phased, but in this story, it doesn't happen with Allie around.

& According to my little research: a road trip from Forks, WA to San Fransisco, CA could take about 12 hours max on legal speed (65 miles per hour -?-) and Colby's Ferrari F430 can go on 196 miles per hour, so if he went on his top speed, he would be there in 4-5 hours. Impressing, isn't it?

Things are about to get a lil' bit spicy ;)

ALISON ANDERSON

"Take me home," I insisted, "Now."

It didn't need a genius to know the reason behind not being around me wasn't 'not hurting me'; obviously, if that was the real reason, he wouldn't have approached me or made sure we never skipped a day without each other in the first place. It had something to do with what my grandfather was, and I had no idea what it was. I was his imprint, wasn't I? Did that information just some sort of disqualified me from being his imprint? Was it who my grandfather was?

I honestly felt like I was going to cry, but I had no will to.

"Please, now."

"But Allie-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Home. Now." Dad wouldn't be back until four, and I knew where the spare key was; it wouldn't be a problem to get in my house.

"Just let me explain-"

"Don't talk to me," I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to trap the tears inside.

So he didn't, he didn't even try to explain anything to me; he just pulled my closer to him, kissed the top of my head, and that was, apparently, the last of Colby Black for me, and would be for a very long time.

COLBY BLACK

It stung, and the more I drove away from her house, the more it did. I wanted to go back to her, but, no; I wouldn't take back my words. I would've if it didn't mean that she could be hurt, in a way or the other, if I did. I was almost one-hundred percent sure I wouldn't hurt her myself - not in a million years. But there's one thing about us, werewolves, that we all have in common, without any exceptions: if we had the choice to be normal - completely human - we would take it in a heartbeat, and if we had the choice to stop someone so human, so pure, so, incredibly innocent, from turning into the beasts we knew we were somewhere deep inside ourselves, even if our reasons and acts were noble, we would never hesitate to take it, and embrace it with all our will.

Even I, the part vampire, the son of the previous Alpha, and the one who had never been, not for a second, a human, would hate to see my little imprint face the same life we're facing. Immortality, youth, power - they all meant nothing compared to humanity, nothing at all.

Even if I had to watch her grow older than me, at least in looks. Even if I had to hear her complaints every day about not being immortal. Even if I had to watch her die someday. Even if I had to explain, several decades from now, how we were, maybe, just maybe, husband and wife. Even if I had to explain to other generations that would follow us. Even if I had to watch her die and live without her for what would probably be forever. Even if I had to watch my own descendants some day, at some point, grow older. I would rather be tortured to death than make her live a life of a werewolf or even worse, a cold-blooded vampire - things I was a combination of.

She might not be able to understand my point of view now. If I told her the real reason behind the gap I decided to place between ourselves, she would throw a fit about it and guilty me into taking back my words. But someday, I was sure, I would tell her, beg her to forgive me, and then, maybe, just maybe, everything would be right again.

Everything would be okay.

I sighed deeply, jerking the car to a stop, running my hands through my hair, trying to regulate my breath when I heard my phone ring. I glanced at the caller's ID - Alice. Without processing the act, I flung the phone out of my window, hearing it crush into fine pieces. I didn't need to be reminded of what I did right now, nor blamed for it either. I didn't want to phase, I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything - I needed to be alone, both physically and mentally. I wouldn't even answer Sarah if she 'communicated' with me.

That was why I ended up in San Fransisco, California later that day.

"Oh my God, Colby!" Mom screeched through the public phone, "We were worried sick!"

I grimaced. "Sorry, Mom. Didn't mean to. But I'm not a little kid anymore."

"Hell yeah, you are!" Dad yelled, apparently taking the phone from Mom, and I was half-tempted to hang up, "A person who takes this sort of decisions isn't an adult. Do you realize what you've done? You left your pack behind, your resp-"

"You said I deserve a break!" I protested, my body shaking a bit, "It's not like I'm moving away for good - just leave me alone, dammit!"

"You're fifteen - you're barely even-"

"What, Dad?" I muttered, "Are we talking real age now? Because if we are, you married Mom while she was six - so don't even go there."

I heard him growl, throwing the phone somewhere solid, before Emmett picked up the phone. "You're in a huge trouble, man," he said, "I've never seen him this angry."

"Just tell Alice to keep an eye on Allie," I mumbled, "It's important."

I hung up, not regretting either of my decisions, but wishing I wouldn't have to suffer their consequences.

ALISON ANDERSON

Unlike me, I stayed in bed all day, refusing to get out of it even when my father insisted. He tried to know what was wrong, but even I had no idea. I didn't know what was wrong - what caused this whole thing. There was something wrong with me, or with who my family was, I knew, but I didn't know what or why or how and it was driving me insane.

"Allie, you might want to unlock your door, you know," Dad said, "You haven't eaten anything and I made some pasta."

Dad had crossed the line between stern and pleading about six hours ago, but even if I was in the mood for eating, I wouldn't risk my life and try something my father, the John Anderson, had cooked. I would rather die from a heart attack than full-blown food poisoning.

"No, thanks, Dad."

He sighed. "I know you're mad at me because I wouldn't let you see that guy, but trust me, it's for the best."

What was with those people and deciding what was best for me? This was my life, and I was ready to deal with any damn consequences if I had to, but they had no right to decide what was best for me. Only I did.

"I'm not mad at you," I said, burying my head in my pillow. I wasn't, really; I was just totally and universally confused.

"Yeah, right," he snickered, "You just locked yourself in your room and refused to see me because you woke up feeling like it."

"Dad, seriously just leave me alone," I whined, flipping the pillow on my head.

I could've been talking to a brick wall because a couple of minutes later, I heard him unlock my door, obviously with his spare key, and felt him sit beside me on the bed, patting my back. "I'll order some fast food," he reasoned, "And we'll even go out this evening-"

"Dad, stop."

"Allie, honey, I told you I'm sorry. I don't like how you're unhappy, but you're gonna thank me in the future."

"Nope."

"I'm serious, Alison," he said, getting up, "I want you downstairs in three minutes."

I groaned as he slammed my door shut; I hadn't realized until that moment how much Colby's presence affected me, and now that Dad was probably one of the reasons he knew who I am, and thus the distance he decided to put between us which I suddenly felt wasn't temporary, I didn't feel like even talking to him, let alone going downstairs.

And I still really, really, didn't want to die with bad pasta.

COLBY BLACK

Twenty-two bottles of vodka, all sour and completely unappealing, completely evaporated from my system three minutes after I swallowed them, only leaving me with a burn in the back of my throat similar to the one I used to have when I regularly hunted. Hm, that doesn't seem like a very bad idea now; one of those drunken bastards can get the alcohol in my system better than this whole bar combined.

Stop thinking that way, Colby.

Oh, just damn great; I was talking to myself.

I banged my head to the bar, managing to keep it intact in the process somehow, groaning. This whole plan to stay in my human form, away from home and everyone in a city I'd never been to was so simply worse than a psychotic stray bloodsucker looking for his dead mate, and that was a major understatement. What was worse than both combined was my idiotic plan to stay away from Allie. By now, at 4 a.m, I was sure Alice could find the blind spot on the map - probably the only blind spot in CA - and knew exactly where I was, and a private jet to a Cullen was like the a cab; they could take it any time. But they left me alone, and I was part-glad they did; I didn't want anyone, especially Mom, to see me like that. If I looked anywhere near what I felt, she wouldn't even recognize me.

Are you okay, Colby? Sarah asked for the thirteenth time in two hours, and, as usual, I didn't respond, not until I remembered something.

Tell them to stop worrying about me.

Why don't you phase? It'll help relieve-

I want some privacy, dammit! Now, could you stay the hell out of my head?

And she did, at last.

Half an hour later, another voice interrupted my ignorant bubble. "Hello, there."

I gritted my teeth together. "Stay away, I'm in no mood for talking."

"Mmm," the female voice - the female vampire voice- hummed, "Interesting...cinnamon with an edge that burns, and a little stink."

From my position, on the table, very carelessly, I replied. "Here's the deal: either you turn vegetarian, run off or pick your death wish. That's not my happiest day so I'm letting you choose."

She laughed. "Special indeed."

I growled discreetly, knowing she would hear. "You're lessening your options."

I felt her hand approach my face, but, apparently, she knew better than to touch me. "Why don't you listen to your options?"

"Get. Out. Now," I rumbled, getting up, slamming the money on the table, striding towards the door, feeling her on my trail. Once I was out of the bar, I inhaled the air deeply, only distracted by her burning scent as she stood beside me, leaning on the wall of the bar, which was when I took a look at her. She was tall, a couple of inches shorter than me, with dark blond hair and dark red, thirsty eyes, wearing simple jeans and a hoodie that was two sizes too small. She felt familiar in a way - her scent was familiar. Maybe in someone's head at some point, but not recently - no; I would've recalled that. What scared me was how I couldn't exactly remember who she was; usually, vampires run off nomads or as couples, and rarely three in one coven with the exception of the Cullen clan and what-used-to-be the Volturi. I couldn't put her face with her scent, or her scent with anything actually. "Who are you?"

She smiled playfully. "My name is Chelsea," she said, "A nomad."

I snickered. "You're lying, Chelsea. Gimme some credit."

"How about," she mumbled, "My name is Chelsea and I'm here to get you."

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