A/N: This is part two ;) Arabell, Kieran and Delilah are a couple of years older and they embark for the first time through their first loves, their passions, and their wild adventures :)

In about the next ten chapters (maybe less) there will be a part three, the final part. So this chapter is just a little on where they are in life...and more... :)

I will try to make the next chapter longer. The busier the week the less time I have to write.

Please review and enjoy :)

~Brooke~

Part 2

Delilah POV

The inviting smell of freshly roasted coffee and warm biscuits fresh out of the oven, I walked into the quaint little café. I was still half asleep and I had been in some sort of an air this morning. I finally felt like I had released all of the stress I was under in the past few days.

I sat down with my coffee at a table next to the window. Looking out I tried to compare the streets of London to the streets of Toronto…but I couldn't. It was a completely different atmosphere than what I usually felt at home. As I took a couple sips of my coffee, I watched a young mother and her son cross the street, hand in hand. I noticed how he playfully jumped right into the puddles of water without any care in the world. I watched two girls walk down the sidewalk with their cute leather shoulder bags, their hair up in messy buns, and their cell phones in hand. They looked as if they were friends, enjoying a day out on the town. The one thing I saw that spoke to me was the young couple that walked past the café. He had his arm around her, and it seemed like she was wearing his jacket by the size of it. Their hair was wet and dewy from the rain, and before he left her to go up to her apartment he pulled her close and kissed her with all the love in the world. I watched as he placed a hand on her cheek, his other hand going down to her waist.

This reminded me of the one person I didn't want to be reminded of…the one person that gave me goose bumps… but at the same time that person had the tendency to annoy me. The way he carried himself, the way he would look at me…it was…well…confusing. I didn't know what to think of him anymore. I knew he had a deep interest in me. Whenever he would talk to me I could see that twinkle in his eyes, the one that told me he couldn't stop thinking about me…

Embry.

Being only fifteen years old, I felt much older. That was one of the reasons why I was here in London alone, because mom had said that I was wise and smart enough to be able to go about on my own. It was also because of the things that I had been doing here. I was staying with Analeigh in her small house right outside of London. It was just the two of us, practicing what we were both extremely passionate about. Dance.

I had also been going to school here. It was very overwhelming the first few days, being I had never even been to a real school, let alone a high school. I had been home-schooled all of my life. If mom told me that I was mature enough to go about on my own, then I would take in as many experiences as I could. Dad didn't approve of course as I had first guessed before I told him that I was going. He said that I was still way too young and that it was too much of a big city to even consider. Analeigh backed me up though, and he finally gave in.

I knew that a lot of people missed me. My parents, my siblings, all of the Cullens in New York, and of course…Embry.

Every time I even said his name or even thought of it the goose bumps would come back, but then I felt like I had to take in a fresh breath of air, as if someone had me choked up. My feelings for him were all screwed up. I felt like a mess whenever I saw him. I kept my cool though. I would put up that wall of space between us, as to protect my feelings from getting even more out of control.

All of those feelings disappeared when he walked in.

He was tall with a muscular build. He was as pale as I was, with very short but curly brown hair. I admired the way one curl fell over his forehead…the way he stood there casually with his hands in his pockets…the guitar he had slung over his back…but then I looked up to his eyes and I suddenly felt like I was frozen to the chair.

He had the same golden eyes that I knew so well.

"Vampire…" I whispered under my breath. Unfortunately, that was the wrong thing to say, for his head snapped in my direction and our eyes met for the first time.

We stared at each other for who knew how long. I felt like I had finally fallen to the ground and had the wind knocked out of me…but somehow in a good way. His eyes seemed to spark when he saw me. It made my heart skip a beat. I couldn't control myself…he was so beautiful.

He seemed to notice my shock, and what he did next I would have never expected.

He walked over to me, never taking his eyes away from mine. He sat down across from me, taking the guitar off of his back and slowly he leaned towards me.

"Hi. I'm Ben." He said softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I smiled. "Delilah." I replied.

When we shook hands I knew then that this beautiful creature sitting across from me was indeed…a vampire.

Kieran POV

I sat on the porch and watched the rain as it pounded against the house. The mist in the air from the fresh rain stuck to my skin. I had nothing better to do. Mom, Dad, Arabell and I were in La Push visiting Grandpa Billy and the pack for a few days. It was late September. The leaves were starting to turn different shades of yellow, red, and orange. I felt kind of empty lately…like there was something missing in my life. I hadn't had an outbreak from one of my notorious growth spurts in awhile, which seemed to bring everyone's hopes up that I was finally okay and that at least it would happen less often…or like everyone seemed to think…not at all.

They were especially starting to wonder when I would start having the symptoms…the ones that meant that I would become a shape-shifter.

A shape-shifter. I chuckled at the stupid name. Yet again, it made me feel kind of awkward. Almost as if thinking "Why would I want to become something like this?" I knew the answer to that though. It was to protect my family. My loved ones.

Other than that fact I didn't really have much else going on in my life. I felt kind of confused…lost. I felt like I needed someone to help guide me through. The one person that I was really close with was Delilah. I didn't know if that was just a twin thing or if it was just natural to be close to your siblings, but we always helped each other out…expressed our feelings towards each other. Unfortunately she wasn't here right now. She's in London, going to school by day and doing her professional dancing by night. She wanted us to come up soon to see her perform, though I wasn't sure when that would be…maybe soon.

As for Arabell…well Arabell was Arabell. She always had something to do to keep herself busy, and as I liked to say, the plain old dork that I always knew her as. I laughed to myself at the thought.

As for me…I didn't really have much going for me. Nothing seemed to light a spark in my life. I looked at everyone else and saw how amazing and thrilling their lives were, but I never seemed to feel that way myself. I worked with dad on his cars. I went to school in Toronto. I played a couple of sports, and that was it. It seemed like the usual routine I had lived with for so long. Nothing else seemed to spark that life within me…it usually just got old very quickly.

Once the rain started to fall quietly, the pounding falling softly against the roof…I no longer found the interest in watching it. I got up, stuffed my hands in my hoodie, and walked into the house.

Arabell POV

I was falling more and more in love every day.

I know I was only seventeen, but every time I was with him it was like my heart would pound faster and faster, the chills would continuously go through my spine every time he touched me. The way he looked at me…I just knew that he was the one.

Adrian.

We hadn't exactly imprinted, as mom had once told me about. He was already a part of the pack, having gone through the changes not even a month ago. He was still figuring out what he was and how to deal with it. When he wasn't with the pack he was with me. I had dropped everything I was doing back in Toronto, teaching dance and going to school just to be there for him. That was how much I loved him. Every one noticed our affections for each other, and after taking note of how close we were, they seemed to accept the fact that no one was going to tear us apart.

As much as I missed being home in Toronto and doing all of the things that I loved, I would do anything for Adrian. I would always be there for him. He would always be mine.

There seemed to be only one problem in the way of all of my happiness…doing what I loved and being with him.

He was always upset when I told him I had to go back and get through with school, and that I only had so many days off from work. It really hurt to see his face whenever I had told him that I had to go back for at least another month, if not two. This was the longest I had ever stayed with him…A month and a half. Mom and dad always told me to stay back home and finish school and keep working, but I felt that directional pull towards Adrian whenever he needed me…as if I had no choice but to be with him.

It was confusing because I didn't think that he had actually imprinted on me…I guessed it was because he was in a place right now where things had suddenly became much harder for him to grasp, though his feelings became stronger for me every time we saw each other.

When I wasn't with Adrian I was hanging out with Claire. Though she was older than me she seemed a bit naïve, but I didn't mind. She was the one girl I could talk to in La Push. She understood me well and always gave me the best advice…though with Adrian she was never sure what to tell me. I could understand that she didn't want to tell me the wrong thing…but I just wanted an answer…

Should I be with him or do what I loved?