I'm sorry yet again for the late post, turns out I had this chapter hidden away deep in some folder.

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Another day, another adventure.

Yeah right.

But, a wave of relief flooded me as I realized I had survived the night.

Sleep was always a breath reach away, but I never could muster the strength to propel forward and reach it.

I remembered in the book how Edward would climb through Bella's window at night and watch her sleep.

I feared Edward would climb through my window that night, but watching me would not top his list of "Things to do to Hazel." Midnight snack was more likely to rank number one.

I grudgingly rolled out of bed, refusing to open my eyes although I knew it was Saturday and I should have been thrilled. A day away from the Cullens.

"Hazel! Come on! We'll be late!" Charlie yelled from Bella's door.

"Go away." I said into my pillow.

"Come on sleepyhead, time to get a move on." He laughed.

"NO!" I refused and threw the pillow at him.

"Listen I'm leaving in ten minutes and if you're not up and dressed I'm leaving without you." He said sternly losing his patience and threw the pillow back at me.

"Where are you going anyway?" I asked him with my eyes still closed. I enjoyed sleep much more than this twisted fantasy.

I never was a fan of fantasy, more so Sci-Fi.

"Billy wants to go fishing, so I'm leaving you with Jacob. That boy could really use your company." He said.

"What happened to Jacob anyway?" I asked, agreeing to open my eyes.

"Let him tell you himself." Charlie said in his wise man voice.

I hated that voice.

It got me nowhere, just "closer to the path of philosophy and wisdom," as Charlie liked to say.

I strayed off that path as soon as I landed in this place.

***

"Hey Jacob." I greeted my new found friend.

"Hey Hazel, I want you to meet someone." He smiled. "Hazel this is Sam, he's a mechanic, Sam this is Hazel." He said as a tall, muscular man walked out from the shed covered in grease, but wore a brilliant white grin and struck out his hand for me to shake which I did not take.

This was Sam Uley, the wolf pack leader. He was a werewolf.

But I didn't remember him as a mechanic.

I still hadn't gotten around the whole mythical creature concept; Jacob was the exception since he wasn't mythical. Yet.

But I needed him to be regardless of how much I despised the idea.

So I was brave and smiled pleasantly at the man and shook his hand.

"Nice wreck of the car you've made." He pointed out and I bit my lip nervously.

"Accident." I said shortly.

"It's okay Hazel, Sam knows." Jacob said.

"Oh." I simply answered.

We stood in awkward silence until Jacob spoke.

"I'll go get us some sodas." He said and wheeled himself away at a snail's pace.

It was just me and Sam, and if I wanted any help in the werewolf arena he was the only one who could help.

So I bravely hinted my idea.

"The legend calls them cold ones… right?" I said.

"Yes." Sam said hesitantly.

"I think the legend mentioned something else. Something about the natural enemies of the cold ones." I hinted.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said averting my gaze and hammering at the car.

"The Wolf, I think they're known as werewolves today." I looked him straight in the eye and he swallowed hard. "You're the only one now aren't you? No one else has changed. I bet you feel confused, alone…" But Sam cut me off as soon as I thought I hit a nerve.

"Listen, I don't know who you are," he began advancing in on me, fury plastered across his brow, "but this isn't something you can go around telling the world."

"I understand." I said frightened. "That's why I need your help. In exchange for my silence, you'll tell me how I can make Jacob phase now."

"That's impossible! You can't do that." He shook his head.

"I need a werewolf and I need one now, Jacob's my only…" Then I stopped and my thoughts caught up with reality. "Change of plans, why make a werewolf when I already have one at my disposal?" I smiled.

"You're blackmailing me?" He said surprised.

I figured since I already smashed the famous Volvo, stooping to blackmail would be bearable. After all I was the villain, or so it appeared.

"Bingo."

"What do you want then?" He said sternly.

"Help me with the Cullens; I need to get them off my case."

"Are you kidding? There's seven of them, and one of me. How do you expect me to fight that? I need more help. You're going to need more werewolves whether you like it or not. Guess I can't help you."

"Look fleabag, I've got the Cullen Clan determined to have me for lunch, Edward and Emmett were savage, they can kill me anytime, anywhere. Please, help me." I begged, truly apprehensive, remembering the worry I felt trying to sleep.

He turned around, rolled his eyes and continued to work on the vehicle in the garage.

"Guess I can't keep my mouth shut then."

"No one will believe you." He growled as he turned around and threw a spanner to the ground.

He had me there. We stood in silence, until a smirk begin to unwind from the scowl.

"Emily." I said, and the smile vanished. "You may have imprinted on her, but that did not stop you from mauling her. Your secret would sure explain a lot."

"She did not die on my hands." He said scornfully as his lip curled in hatred. "I do not know how you know all this, but I'll help you, you've got me convinced."

Emily's mauled, not dead. I thought.

"I once heard a legend, I cannot know if it is true though, it has never been required. But in defense, if a vampire crosses into our territory, then by instinct every werewolf would begin to phase. But it is dangerous." He said wisely.

I'd never heard of that legend before, but I was willing to make the sacrifice, not that it was mine to sacrifice.

"The phase takes a few days to be completed though." I inquired.

"Like I said, it was just a myth. Who knows if it's true?" He replied.

"I'm sure I'll find a way to piss Edward of enough to cross the borderline." I shrugged. "But, what am I meant to do in the meantime? He can get me in my sleep!" I cried.

"Look," he sighed, "I'll patrol your house at night; in the daytime I want you to lure him in. Have him wound around your finger enough to force him to cross the borderline, and whatever you do, don't let him know you're on our side or that you know what we are OR that you're plotting against him."

"Got it." I nodded. "But when you say wrapped around your finger…?"

"Make him fall in love with you!" He cried frustrated.

"Can't I just… infuriate him enough to trick him into crossing over?" I winced.

"No." He said shortly and then paused thoughtfully. "If you can get just Edward to cross over, I bet I could take him singlehandedly. That way I'm more likely to win. And you never know, by the time you woo him there may be other members of the wolf-pack!" He exclaimed.

"But there aren't meant to be any other wolves for months!" I cried.

"How long do you think it's going to take for you to make him fall in love? Face it princess, you're not the charismatic type." He shrugged.

I felt the blood rush to my face, but Jacob returned with our sodas and the comeback I had in mind, had to be held back for another day.

"You guys been getting to know each other?" Jacob asked.

"It feels like we've known each other for years." He smiled, and I took his words as more of an insult than a compliment. But, I had to be grateful for what he was doing.

"Good." Jacob smiled and turned around to hand Sam his can.

Thank you. I mouthed to Sam; he blushed, shrugged and dove under my car, to continue its repairs.

"Pass me that hammer." He demanded from under the car, and I took that as thanks accepted.

It was good to know I had another ally in this twisted tale.

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