Seth POV
After Emily calmed me down a bit, we went into the living room where the rest of the pack was gathered.
Sam stood in the front of the room, and after we had a quieted down, he began speaking.
"We are all here to talk about the new comers. Some of you may not know, but Seth imprinted on Hermione. I think that we should be able to at least trust her, as he wouldn't have imprinted on someone who would bring harm to the pack. If anything, I think they could help us get rid of vampires easier if what she did to Paul is any indication."
Paul glared at Sam while I only grinned. It took a minute longer for what he was implying to sink in. I interrupted just as he was about to continue.
"Wait, you mean have Hermione chase vampires? No away!" I growled. "She could get hurt! There is no way my imprint is tangling with vampires!"
Sam scowled at me, but was cut off by a yell from upstairs.
"What do you mean, we shouldn't get involved? Voldemort is killing muggles and muggle borns and you expect us to just sit around and do nothing? Just let him? I don't think so Christian Michael Zabini! I don't care if I have to do it myself, but I will be in contact with Albus Dumbledore, and I will be helping bring that poor excuse of a wizard to his knees with or without your help."
A door slammed and Hermione ran down the stairs, barely sparing us a glance. She looked infuriated. Her face was red and tear streaked, and her hair was a mess. I had never seen anyone more beautiful of terrifying in that moment.
She ran out the front door and I got up to follow her. She was more than halfway to the forest by the time I got off the porch. Just as I was about to call out to her, she jumped up into the air. When she landed, I was staring in open disbelief. My imprint just turned into a wolf.
Hermione POV
I jogged through the trees at a relatively slow pace. I knew Blaise and Chris wouldn't come after me for a while. They knew better. It was much safer to stay away from me when I was in a bad mood. They had both learned that the hard away.
I weaved slowly through the trees, sniffing around. I could smell the wolves everywhere, and something sweet off to the east.
I headed in that direction, curious as to what it was. As I got farther from Sam's house, the sweet smell grew stronger and the wolves' smell lessened considerably. It wasn't long before I couldn't smell the wolves at all.
I gripped my wand carefully as I jumped over a fallen tree, careful not to lose it. When I landed back on the ground, I heard someone talking nearby.
I cautiously walked closer, careful not to make a sound. The voices sounded strange. Almost like bells chiming in the wind.
As an animagus, I had advanced hearing, so I wasn't long before I could hear the conversation.
"-a wolf's thoughts."
"I honestly don't know, Edward."
"Who cares? It's just a mut. Probably covered in dirt."
"Oh Rosalie, be nice."
"It's getting closer. Why don't we just take it home and look at it."
I froze, suddenly realizing they were talking about me. I had no idea who they would know I was coming, unless they were some kind of magical creature or wizards.
Suddenly, two cold, strong arms wrapped around my torso. I made a startled noise in the back of my throat and struggled to get out of the grip surrounding me, but whoever it was wouldn't let go. In the struggle, I dropped my wand and let out a panicked noise of protest as it landed on the ground.
Now I'm pretty smart, at least, my dad always said I was. Anyways, I knew that a muggle never would have been able to sneak up on me, much less hold me still. I wizard only would have if they cast a binding spell on me, and that obviously hadn't happened, as I was moving around. That only leaves a few options left. I quickly narrowed it down when the person spun me around to look me in the eyes.
Vampire.
Crap.
The only thing that puzzled me about him, ways his eyes. They were the warmest butterscotch gold I had ever seen. Definitely strange for a vampire. Their eyes were supposed to be red, and not knowing why they weren't was killing me.
My eyes widened, and the vampire cocked his head to the side, his bronze hair spilling over his eyes.
"She seems way too intelligent to be a normal wolf, I can see it in her eyes, but she doesn't smell bad like the werewolves. She actually smells really good." He said.
Another one danced, that really was the only way to describe how she moved, up beside him.
"I don't have any idea why, but can we keep her? She is the cutest thing I have ever seen!" She squealed.
I was immediately horrified, and let it be known by growling at her, a soft rumble, but a growl no less. I turned slightly in the male's arms to look at her. She had golden eyes too, and a short, spiky black hair style. She seemed short, almost 5' 3", and was extremely thin. It wasn't the fragile, toothpick, thin. It was the, "I may be small but I can kick your butt', thin.
The one that was holding me grabbed my chin gently and turned my head back towards him.
"She is the strangest creature I have ever beheld. This can't be a normal wolf. Usually, when an animal smells us, they run, not investigate. I think we should at least take her to Carlisle and see what he makes of her. You'll have to talk to him about keeping her."
"Why would you want to keep that thing? She's just going to make a mess!" A third vampire said.
The short one glared at the blonde before turning back to me.
I let her gently pat my head as she said, "Just ignore her, sweet thing. I do."
The blond growled at her before turning and running off.
The other two exchanged a glance before running off with me, leaving my wand behind. I could only hope they didn't decide to eat me before Blaise and Chris went to look for me.
Please read all of the author's note. It's important.
Hey guys! What did you think? Leave a review please! What will the Cullens do with her? Guess you'll just have to wait and find out, hu?
IMPORTANT! It was recently brought to my attention by one of my lovely readers that I have so far completely disregarded the whole underaged magic thing... Ya sorry. I completely forgot about that. So! My excuse for that is that the laws are different in America than they are in Britain. In America, if your parents sign a permission slip saying that they will watch over you, you can do magic. That would only be offered to wizards or witches that have at least one magical parent of guardian. I know that now they don't have parents, but at this time the wizarding world is trying to reject the idea of Voldemort being back, so they aren't going to go after the Zabini's because they don't want any proof that says otherwise. So ya. Good save, right? LOL
