Hai!!

I was able to get another chapter up today, but I doubt I'll be able to get any more up. XD My hands hurt from all the typing this chapter took, so I hope you all like it!!! :D

O.N.W.A.R.D.!.

Playlist For Chapter:

I Write Sins Not Tragities - Panic! At The Disco
When Worlds Collide - Powerman 5000
Laid To Rest - Lamb Of God
My Last Breath - Evanscence
New Divide - Linkin Park

It had been three weeks since I had first come to La Push, and both Jules and I were fitting in great here.

I was going to go to school–my senoir year–after summer break. Paul had complained about that one but had unwillingly set off for school every week day. I had smiled about that one, laughing and telling him to get food grades or I'd smack him with a wooden spoon.

My father and I had rebuilt our relationship when he wasn't working in Forks; if anything, we were closer than we ever have been before.

Jules was attending a daycare with her "bwestest fwiend" Claire. I was extremely happy that Claire and Jules were getting along. And I was also extremely happy that Jules liked Claire, because Claire was Emily's niece. Though I missed having Jules follow me around, it was nice not having to worry about the toddler every minute of the day.

Speaking of which, I had become good friends with Emily, Rachel and Kim in the three weeks I had been here; Emily was engaged to Sam, and Kim and Jared were very closely dating, just like Rachel and Paul were. Leah wasn't to bad either, but she mostly just hung out with the guys, most of which I was friends with too.

Embry and I had been growing closer too. Paul didn't seem to mind when Embry commented on my hair, my clothes, or even just me. His face seemed to brighten whenever he saw me, and he always wanted a hug or a quick kiss on the cheek. I had broughten it up with Kim one day, and she just told me that Embry was a fine guy, but a little shy, so I was lucky to have him hug me. When I blushed, thinking about one of his hugs, she laughed and said we were perfect for each other, which made me blush even more.

A knock on the door made me jump into the air. I landed on my feet, and breathlessly yelled, "Coming!"

I instantly knew it couldn't be Paul, Embry, Kim, or anyone else but Emily for that matter; they should all be in school, just like Jules is in daycare. I ran toward the door, and I quickly opened it with a skilled turn of the knob.

I was face-to-face with someone I didn't know; their pale skin stuck out completely, and they had sunglasses on, even though the sky was filled with clouds that blocked out the sun's rays. His dark hair was a mess on his head, and when he saw me, he grinned wildly.

I got a horrible feeling. A horrible, sense filled feeling. The feeling was telling me that this guy was lethal, that he could kill me, and that I should start running. I was shivering, the feeling was thrumming through my bones, muscles, and even my nerves.

"Is your father home? Mother maybe?" he asked, looking me up and down, like he was going to buy me, or eat me or something.

I said the same thing I would have, even if I was ten. The feeling was taking over now, and I decided to follow it; it seemed like the right thing to do. "They can't come to the door right know. I'll let them know you came, though." And I went to go close the door in his face.

His hand lashed out, and grabbed the edge of the door, and with strengh that almost knocked me over, he whipped the door open again. It smashed against the yellow wall behind it, and I wondered vaguely if there was a hole. He grinned once more as I staggered back, my hand flying off the door so it wouldn't get smashed, just like the door and the wall.

"Your kind is so pitiful. You don't see that though, do you?" he asked, smiling as he came forward into the house.

I staggered back a flew steps, just like I was in a classic horror film. Wrong move; doesn't the girl that staggers always get killed? My world was spinning, and all I could see was the white of the kitchen and the man who was coming closer, and closer to me. The feeling was screaming at me to run now, but my legs felt like gelitan, and I was shaking like it too; fear rumaged through my head, dumping all common sense away. The fear replaced my common sense with the feeling that screaming at me to run.

"But your friends, the males, they've done a lot of things that have hurt me, haven't they? They've killed tons of my kind, but none of yours. Strange, isn't it?" He was moving closer still, and I backed up in time with his steps. Suddenly, my waist hit something, and I looked out of the corner of my eye; the wooden table was blocking my path now, and I couldn't get away unless I went around it, which might just be the end of me.

But then the back of my mind screamed, Embry, Paul and the rest of the gang wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone!

"You're trapped now. You can see that, and you're going to try and escape. Think again," He grinned widely, and his shook his head, and the sunglassed went flying away, landing somewhere else.

I was staring into red eyes that were black around the edges, and the closer they got to the pupils, the deeper and darker red they got. Fear seized me, and I couldn't move any part of my body but my eyes; they wheeled though, trying to look at something else other then those eyes.

Them seemed like the eyes of death.

My chest was heaving, and my panic was excalating; I could barely breath as the man touch my one cheek with his index finger, trailed it downward toward my throat. It stopped at the hallow, and my heart raced. Everything seemed to be tinted with gray as he leaned closer to smell, enhaling deeply with his nose.

"Mouthwatering," he whispered, and I then noticed that he had his arms around me, pressing him closer to me. "Simply, mouthwatering." He pressed against me, traping me in a steel grip that I knew I was too weak to break.

Paul would be extremely angry that I had given up without a fight, but what was the use? The feeling in my brain was now telling me to just try and stall him, but I knew even that was useless.

Paul, Dad, I love you. Jules, I love you too. Mom, please just don't cry. I love you too. Jules, grow up to be whatever you want. My thoughts were out of control, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see a clock that read three thirty.

Paul and Embry will come home, and then see my dead body, if this guy hasn't already hid it. Jules would grow up to be a doctor or a lawyer or something. Embry would find the girl of his dreams, and Paul and Rachel would live happily ever after. My dad would have to call my mom who would probably come down here for the death ceremony and–

His nose was trailing my neck now, and I was bent over the table, my back touching the cool surface of the wood. I heard him laugh once more, and I held my breath. He pulled back, only inches away from my face, and he grinned.

His teeth were perfect, and I could see that they where extremely sharp. Probably made for cutting through flesh and bone and everything else in between. His lips were perfect, leaning ever so slightly, like he wanted to kiss me, to toy with me, to play with me.

His cold breath washed over my face as he laughed again, and I knew that I was going to die in the hands of a vampire, even though every other part of my brain told me that vampires were not real. Vampire seemed like the only logical thing that he could be.

"Any last words?" he asked me, his lips almost brushing mine. His weight was almost crushing, and my back started to ache.

Good bye world. Good bye life. Good bye me.

His grin was deadly as he closed in for my throat.

But then, I heard a deathly snarl, and my gray tinted world froze.

Mwhahaha!!! CLIFFY!!

Well, the start of this chapter is like, so boring, but I had to put it in there because other wise this wouldn't make any sense at all, and I don't want that, ya know??

NEW STORY IS UP!!! PLEASE READ!!! It's called "Faith, Trust, And a Bit of Imprint Dust". PLEASE GO READ IT!! IF YOU DID IT WOULD MAKE ME SOOOO HAPPY!!!!

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