What if it were all a dream? What if all of it was a dream? What if Dakota could wake up at any moment and not be in any real danger? What if her parents were sitting in a tiny white room around a bed instead of being six feet in the ground?

There could be no vampires or werewolves. They didn't exist; they couldn't exist. They were only mythical beings from the old Quileute legends. Nothing more.

But what if they were? If they weren't just figments of a vegetablized teenager's imagination. What if they were all real? For all anyone knew Dakota could have been lying in a hospital bed in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her family and her friends coming in and out.

No.

Either way her uncle had still died. Even if it were just a dream Dakota's uncle was still dead and no where to be found in either world.

It couldn't be a dream.
Not at all.

She ran; as fast as she could. She knew it wouldn't get her far in the end, but she wasn't going to give up hope. It was all instinct. So she ran.

Her heart pounded in her throat. She slammed her way through the double doors and out into the open store floor. Her feet skidded underneath her as she turned aisle corners. She didn't have to look behind or around herself to know that the monster was chasing her.

She made a B-line for the front doors. Her arms pumped hard as her breathing became labored. Hot tears flooded her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She rounded another corner and straight for the automatic doors.

She slid to a stop in front of the doors and began to pry at them, but she wasn't strong enough. She began to bang on the glass and metal and soon began calling for anyone. Her fists hurt and her voice was strangled.

"No one can hear you."

Dakota turned around in a heartbeat. The blonde vampire was walking slowly up the main aisle. He knew she wasn't able to get away. She was trapped and he wanted to play with his food.

Dakota scrambled to find a weapon. She dove behind a register to look for anything. There was nothing. She had been sure that even in a small little town like this on a Native American reservation there would be some sort of weapon in the store. There had to be. The edging of the register counter was metal.

She worked as quickly as she could with shaking hands. She pried at the metal edging. It loosened under her cut up fingertips and soon came off. She got her grip on the thick metal strip and stood with it in an defensive position. Dakota teetered in a circle. The vampire had gone. She took her chance and raced to the doors and jammed the strip as far as she could between them. She pulled to either side and wiggled the strip. It was no use, but she wasn't giving up.

She was concentrating too fully on the doors to realize what was going on around her. That is until a body came crashing to her side and into the glass door. Dakota dropped the strip as she flinched away from the flying shards of glass. The glass settled and she turned to see what or who it was. The blonde vampire sat against the door slouched over. All she could do was stare, until a hand clamped over her shoulder and she whipped around with her elbow in the air. But someone caught it before it could collide with their skull.

"You wouldn't want to do that."

Dakota was shocked. Towering above her was Jacob Black. His eyes locked on her's. The pupils of his brown eyes grew and Dakota tensed immensely. It reminded her of what had happened with Seth only the night before. Ever so slightly she began to shake.

"Not here Jake."

Jacob's eyes jerked from her's to the space behind her. He let go of her arms and took her by the hand and without another word pulled her to the back of the store and out of an emergency exit.

When the two emerged Dakota's heart almost stopped. Standing at the side of the building in the rain was the pack. All of them were shirtless, even Jacob which Dakota hadn't noticed earlier. All of them watched her. Jacob nudged her toward Seth who had seemingly grown taller in the last day.

"Seth, take her home."

Dakota was wide eyed, "What?! I can't go home!"

Sam stepped up, "Why's that?"

Dakota stood in the pouring rain gathering her thoughts, she spoke calmly, "There are two of them."

All eyes were on her.

"We killed the other one-"

"No!" Dakota's knees began to shake as fear ran up and down her spine, "R-Robbie Sullivan is dead."

Thunder rolled across the sky and no one spoke. Dakota sniffed, "It was a vampire- whoever had the sports car."

Two new wolves morphed back in the shadows of the surrounding trees. It was Jared and Paul. The pack turned to them.

"We chased him off to the cliffs. He just disappeared after that." Jared huffed.

"There's two of them. One's inside." Sam spoke, eyeing Dakota.

Seth had leant Dakota a shoulder to lean on since he had noticed her struggling to stay standing. Jacob on the other hand had turned back to the building. His large hands clenched into fists as goosebumps trailed up his arms. He closed his eyes and let the rain wash over him; he didn't care about the others at the moment. Only one thing was on his mind.

"Dakota go with Seth and Jacob."

Jacob turned to Sam, "What are we supposed to do? The leeches have invaded the reservation."

Sam's eyes grew dark and an annoyed look crossed his face, "Take her to Forks."

"What about the treaty?" Seth queried.

Sam was quiet for a moment, "This is an emergency. They have orders not to bite any human in this territory. We've got no choice, Seth."

Seth nodded in agreement and turned to leave, all the while keeping a hand on Dakota's shoulder to steady her. Jacob went behind them but was stopped by Sam before he got too far, "Don't do anything stupid, Jake. Keep it under control. Keep a distance if you have to."

Bella Cullen opened the front door of the great white house before anyone knocked. Her eyes searched the dark for what her husband had told her of. There it was.

Jacob Black and Seth Clearwater came through the trees, but there was something odd shaped on Jacob's back. Her eyes widened.

"Edward!"

The Quileute girl and te two werewolves sat at the round white kitchen table in the Cullen house. The girl held a cup of hot tea in her hands. Her tears had long since dried.

Carlisle, Alice, Edward and Bella Cullen were all placed precariously around the room. Carlisle spoke to Jacob and Seth while Alice tuned herself to Dakota and Edward picked all three native's minds.

"As if the Volturi and Victoria weren't enough in one year," Carlisle turned to Alice, "Can you find anything?"

Alice was leaning against the white wall with her arms crossed and eyes dazed, "No. They're obscuring any sort of vision concerning her. And I don't know about the other vampires."

"Edward?"

Dakota lifted her heavy brown eyes up as the bronze haired vampire stood straight at mention of his name. His eyes lingered on Jacob before turning to look at her.

"What other dreams did your sister have?"

She looked at the pale boy, "The one you know about. There were others, but please excuse me for not being able to think of them right now," she traced an image in the wood of the table with her finger, "I suppose you all are the ones with yellow eyes?"

Edward nodded, "If I may say: there will be no trouble with the Chief and you. You shouldn't worry about such trivial things."

Dakota and the others sat at the table for a little while longer. Bella sat beside her watching the table. Finally Dakota spoke up, "I'm Dakota. I don't think we properly met."

Bella eagerly shook her hand, "Yeah, not under the circumstances."

That is how things went. Eventually both Seth and Jacob went to stand gaurd outside while the Cullens scattered. Bella and Dakota stayed talking in the kitchen. It was a relief for both of them to have another female to talk to about the two different mythical beings in Washington.