The boys were stunned.

Never had the expected such and accusation from a girl they hardly knew, let alone someone who wasn't supposed to know about the tribe's secret.

Dakota watched all of them, but Sam most of all. He figited under her gaze and could not bring himself to meet her curious brown eyes. Dakota sighed lightly and stood. She glanced around the room and turned toeard the door, she stopped with her hand around the door knob, "Will my brother be like you?"

All three boys scrambled for an answer.

"We don't know. There's a possiblity, but it depends on how long they are here and who exactly your anceastors are." Sam said logically.

Dakota nodded and left the house. Thunder rumbled over head and rain began to sprinkle down from the sky. Dakota pulled her hood up and swung onto her bike before kicking off and peddling home.

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"Should have played dumb." Jacob grumbled from his seat.

"May be, but she asked; she knew about it and she wasn't buying what we told everyone." Sam said from in front of the window.

"Do you really think it was such a bright idea to go telling her we're werewolves?" Jacob growled.

Seth could sense something big was about to happen so he slipped out the door and into the rain. Sam on the otherhand found it rather hard to keep so calm through gritted teeth.

"Jacob, you are on probation. You have been since you left. I understand the reason, but it gave you no right to turn your back on the pack. You aren't second in command anymore and you have no authority to be telling me what we should and shouldn't do. Do you understand?" Sam stood his ground with his arms crossed while Jacob just glared at the back of his head. Jacob didn't answer.

"Take a run, Jake. Get your head straight."

Jacob growled and proceeded to stand, walk out the door and right out into the rain. Sam was right, what he had done was wrong, but it never ceased to anger him that he had lost his ranking in the pack. So he let his bones grow and the fur warm his skin. His mind opened wide and was flooded with the emotions and thoughts that had built up from his companions.

And he ran in the rain, sticking to the trees but keeping the road in sight. It wasn't long before he came upon a drowning cyclist. She rode along in the pounding rain with what seemed not a care in the world. In the least possible stalker-ish way Jacob followed her to her home on the other side of town. It was a little brick house with hanging baskets full of flowers on the wrap-around porch. Dakota splashed through a puddle in the driveway and hurried off her bike to get it up on the porch.

"Kota!" Jacob turned a fraction to see to the left of his hiding place in the trees. Standing in the open doorway of the house was a little girl with pigtails and a smile on her face. He watched as Dakota scooped the girl up and kissed her on the forehead.

"Hey there, Kayla."

"Kota, where did you go this morning?" Kayla asked in her baby voice, Jacob perked up at these words.

"I went to talk to some people."

"Friends?" The little girl asked.

"Kind of." Dakota sat down in a rocking chair on the porch with Kayla in her lap.

"Kota, I had another dream."

"Really, what was it about?" Dakota started rocking the chair.

"That story you told me. The one about the wolves. And Logan."

Dakota slowed the rocking to a stop. Jacob watched her face. At first her features were shocked with fear, but not even a second later her face became one of a weary mother.

"You want to tell me about it?" Dakota asked.

"Logan was the wolf. He was real big and black and as big as a house." The little girl didn't seem to be bothered by the idea of her older brother being a monster.

"Did- Was there anything else, anyone else?"

"No," Kayla slid out of her sister's lap, "I'm going to go play with Logan."

Dakota sat alone on the porch for minutes on end. The rain began to pick up again and she still sat there as the wind swept the drops under the roof and on to her. She was shivering now. Jacob wasn't so sure it was the rain making her cold.

"Her sister has dreams." A bronze haired vampire said as a young woman came into the bedroom.

"Who are you talking about?" The dark haired girl asked as she sat on the bed next to him.

"The native girl. The mutt's friend. She said her sister had dreams about vampires and werewolves."

"She said that?" The girl leaned against her bronze haired beauty.

"No, she dreampt it. After Esme and Jasper brought her here."

"Edward, what are you thinking?"

He was silent for a moment, "Even I don't know the answer to that question, Bella."

Truth be told: he was nervous about the girl that had been kidnapped the night before. If she knew about their people there could be a problem. Especially with the Volturi. None of the Cullens wanted to deal with the Volturi again. Not this year.

"Morning Clara." Dakota said through a mouth full of cereal.

"What are you talking about, it's one in the afternoon." Clara shuffled over to the table and sat across from her niece.

"True, but I figured since you were sleeping in the A.M. I would tell you when I got back." Dakota left the table and poured her aunt a cup of tea which she had made earlier for her.

"Thank you," Clara sipped her drink, "So, where were you anyway?"

"I went to thank Seth and Sue."

"In this weather? We do have a phone you know."

"Yeah, it wasn't raining when I left. Plus I like talking to people in person, gives me a feeling of closure, if you will."

Clara sighed and sipped her tea again. Silence fell between the two as the alternatly sipped tea and ate cereal. The rain pattered against the window and ran the length of the glass before dripping off into the mud. An hour passed.

Two hours.

Three hours.

It was still quiet around the house when the phone rang. From all corners of the house the family ran to gather in the living room to watch Dakota pull herself off the cofa, pick the phone up off the floor, and answer it.

"Hello?"

"Coates, I need you down here."

"Why's that? I'm supposed to be off for my injury."

"Yeah, well, got an out-of-towner." Robbie's voice was tight. Dakota found it hard to hold in her laughing.

"And you don't know what to look for. It's a sports car isn't it?"

"Just get down here, Coates."

Robbie hung up his end of the line and Dakota followed suit. She put the phone back on its base and turned around to face her family.

"Kota's got a boyfriend! Kota's got a boyfriend!" Kayla sang.

"It was Robbie, says he needs me to take a look at some car from the city," Dakota went into the hallway and grabbed her grey jacket and her keys, "Do you mind if I take the car up there?"

"Go ahead, just be careful."

"Thanks Clara!" Dakota called as sje ran out the door and out to the car. She hurriedly unlocked the door and hopped in, then put the key into the ignition and started the compact. She backed out slowly and turned out onto the road leading to the main vein through the town that lead to all the other things around.

The rain was pouring in sheets now. Save for the grocery store the town had completely closed up. The storm had picked up with high winds within seconds and began roughing up trees and buildings. This storm was worse than the night before. Way worse. Worse for many different reasons.

The creature he had created had failed. He had only been a scout, nothing more. He was sent out to retrieve information on the Cullen coven. Forks had been the perfect place for him to hunt. The climate was warmer and there were many more people here than there were in Alaska or Canada. But the Cullens had been in the way. They had been "living" in the quiant little town. He knew he wouldn't have been able to take on such a large coven himself, so he waited. It took them four years to leave and now they were back less than a year after their departure. Now he was waiting for his prey to be delivered to him. He may have been knocked out of the perfect feeding ground, but he was still going to get what he came for.

His eyes jerked to the front window as headlights grazed the ground and turned as the car parked. He had left the garage open and a small workbench light on to lure her in. No one had heard the first one yell. It was too windy. Too stormy. No one had been around. He slipped off the desk and turned to the body in the swivle chair behind him, "Show time buddy, don't miss your cue."

He laughed. The body wasn't going to answer, he was dead. In fact no one would be able to give any answers about what was going to happen that night. No one would really know what happened to Robert Sullivan. Not after this night.

Dakota pulled the key out of the ignition and prepared herself to run to the garage. She squinted through the car window and rain and could barely make out the workbench light and a car up on a jack. He took a deep breath and let it out. She opened the door and ran, slamming it behind her. She jogged with her arms over her head trying to block the water from getting into her face. Dakota jogged to a stop once in the garage and breathed herself to a normal heart rate.

She stood straight and looked around the garage. The car on the jack looked high priced and in the ownership of a mougul. She hadn't noticed the absence of her boss. She gawked up at the car; it was incredible. A strange sound startled her and she whipped around to face the opening of the dark office. She glanced out into the rainy evening. No one was there that she could see. She took a step toward the office, she couldn't see much by the street light coming through the half opened blinds.

"Robbie?"

She took another couple steps to the door and was relieved when she saw her boss sitting the the swivle chair at the desk with a beer in his hand. She sighed and proceeded into the room, "Dude, why are you sitting in the dark?"

She put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. His head fell forward and Dakota jumped. She turned the chair around so he would be facing her. And she screamed.

Blood was dried all down the front of his oily jumper. His face was contorted and pale. And the puncture wounds at the base of his neck...

Dakota backed up slowly out of the room. With trembling hands she picked the phone off the wall and put it to her ear. There was no dial tone, the line had been cut. She dropped the phone and let it hit against the wall. She took several quick steps back and then turned to run. Her feet hit the mud outside with a loud splash. She had to get to the grocery store, they were still open. There would be people there. She began to run through the rain at full speed. She ran to the end of the street and rounded a corner to the left. She ran down another block and rounded another corner to the front of the store. She pulled her way through the slow moving automatic doors and fell to her knees with a loud coughing, trying to get her breath. She looked around the front of the store. No one was at the registers.

"Hello?!" She called. Dakota pulled herself to her feet and jogged down the aisles.

"Hello?!" She ran faster. No one was in the store; everyone was missing.

Dakota ran to the back of the store and through the door to the store room.

"Is anyone here?!"

"Hey, you're not supposed to be back here!"

Dakota came to a stand still and whipped around. A blonde boy with a sticker gun was standing at the other end of the large room. Dakota ran toward him, "I need to use your phone."

"It's out of service, all of them are. Damn storms," The boy said with an angry face and turned back to a crate of cereal and began to gun the price stickers on, "You aren't supposed to be back here anyway."

Dakota made a face. Something he had said didn't make since, "It's an emergency. I need help."

The boy kept on stickering.

Dakota took a few steps back, "How do you know all of the phones aren't working?"

The boy stopped what he was doing and set the gun down. Dakota was determined to keep space between him and herself. The boy turned around and Dakota's eyes widened. His eyes were black, solid black. There was no difference between the iris and the pupil. His lips pulled back over his teeth into a smile. It wasn't a cheery smile, it was the same crazed smile the vampire had given her the night before. But this person was different. His eyes spoke of hunger, not lust.