*I don't own Twilight.

(Third Person POV)

The room was dark, too dark; the small girl glanced around anxiously. She couldn't find her Mother or the man who drove the two of them here. Her breathing picked up speed as she heard a screech ring loud and clear from one room over.

Elita wanted nothing more than to go home. She wanted her warm fuzzy blanket to cocoon her away from the world, protect her in its promised warmth and security. She didn't like this shadowy room, filled with strangers and a few familiar faces she'd rather forget. She swallowed hard and strained on her tip toes, desperately trying to see through the thick crowd of people.

She prayed her Mother didn't leave her here of all places. It certainly wouldn't be the first time her Mom forgot her or left her somewhere without telling her, if that was the case, Elita knew she'd have to wait here a while before her Mom showed up again.

"Please, God, I just want to go home," she whimpered to herself.

She wandered throughout the house, looking for a friendly person, such a rare thing in her mind. Her lip quivered, but she refused to cry. She wouldn't allow herself to show such a weakness in front of these people, she was stronger than that.

Elita went all through the house, avoiding only the room where she'd heard the screaming came from earlier. Her heart pounded harshly against her rib cage. She realized her Mother really had left her in this awful place. With a sad sigh, she found herself a corner and curled up, yearning for sleep that would not come.

Elita was yanked out of her state of semi-consciousness when a rough hand grabbed her by the arm. She drew a breath in and screamed-

Paul jerked awake as a terror filled scream blasted from the room adjacent to his own. He jumped up, scared out of his mind. He ran to Elita's side and nearly cried himself when he found the small girl curled up crying into her pillow.

He gently took her fragile hand and pried its death grip from the cream and green colored blanket. Sam and Emily's figures lingered in the doorway behind him, but they quickly left when they realized there was no threat towards the child, just a nightmare.

"Shh, you're alright. I'm here, its okay, just a bad dream," Paul soothed the panicking child.

Elita lunged herself into Paul's arms, holding him to her as tight as possible. She cried into the hollow above his collar bone. "You're safe, it's okay. Why don't you tell me about it, sometimes nightmares don't seem as scary if you talk about it?"

"Not a nightmare," she choked out.

"Then why are you so upset," Paul asked, concerned. If it wasn't a nightmare, than what was it? What could he do so she wasn't upset? Paul started to panic on the inside, but for Elita's sake, he didn't show it.

"A memory," she whimpered.

Paul felt a twinge of sadness and regret, "Do you miss your Mom?" He kissed her forehead softly, happy to hear her heartbeat take on a healthier, steadier rhythm. He couldn't help but wonder if the nightmare wouldn't seem so bad if it was her Mother holding her instead of him.

"Sometimes," she admitted, "but, I think I like it better here."

"Honey, please tell me what's the matter. What are you so upset for?" He asked again.

"My Mom left me one time at this party and I hated it there. I was trying to get some sleep, but it was loud and I didn't know anyone there. I remember I heard someone screaming in one of the rooms," she began.

Paul struggled not to start shaking; he wanted nothing more than to find that bitch that had no right being called a mother. How could someone leave their child, their own flesh and blood, at some sick party where people were having sex a room away from her? Who knows how old Elita was when that even happened.

"I was in a corner because I didn't know where to go, so I stayed there and out of the way. I was scared. I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't awake either and one of my Mom's old boyfriends grabbed me by the arm. He was looking for my Mom, but he had picked me up by my arm and I didn't get what was going on and I screamed. He hit me, and told me to shut up and I was so scared," Elita started sobbing again, loudly.

"You're safe now, I promise that will never happen again. You're always safe here, do you understand that?" Paul murmured, worried. Paul's heart ached with the pain of knowing something like this happened to her. To keep himself calm, he told himself that he had to be there for Elita, he could not just run out after she trusted him with information like that.

Ugh, it could've been so much worse, what if something worse has happened to her? Paul's thoughts ran wild with different, terrifying, scenarios.

"Promise you will never, ever, leave me!" Elita demanded; her face was tear stained and flushed, but her hazel eyes blazed with determination.

That wasn't a hard promise for Paul to make, probably the easiest choice he ever had to make in his entire life, "Of course not, sweetheart, you're stuck with me for good."

Sniffling she said, "Good because otherwise I would have to make you stay."

Paul chuckled, "A human child against a werewolf, I wonder who would win?" Paul grumbled sarcastically.

"I don't care if I'm human, I get what I want," Elita said, undeterred by her mortality. "Will you stay with me?" She pleaded.

"Can't say no to that face," Paul said to himself. He climbed into bed, cradling Elita against his large chest. He was overjoyed by the fact that Elita seemed to be getting over the horrible nightmare/memory; she was acting more like herself by the minute.

As Elita's breathing slowed and evened out, Paul couldn't seem to shut his mind off. His imagination was spewing off hundreds of scary situations Elita could've been in at one point or another in places like the one she described. Paul was slightly scared about what really happened to Elita and how many more horrid memories, like the one she shared with him, she had locked inside that beautiful little head of hers.

He swore to himself that he'd find out soon. He'd help her move on, the same way she was helping him.

I got to say, I love the last line of this chapter.

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