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I shivered, its freezing here. I thought that it would be warm once I was dead and that all the ain would be gone, but it wasn't. The air seemed to be pure ice breathing in through my nose and the pain... The pain was mild like someone was slowly lighting me on fire. I try to open my eyes and all I see is bright. I'm dead. I know I am, but the light shines in my eyes. I'm in heaven I realize faintly.

"Tessa?" Someone said as the light vanished into darkness. "We won't hurt you."

I wanted to laugh, was I in hell? Sometimes they described hell as cold and desolate and dark, a place where you could get lost. I tried to move, but my arms seemed to be tethered down like someone was afraid I would attack them.

I whimpered at the voices, why couldn't I just go home? I wanted Jake and I wanted Leah. I shuddered and felt my shoulders bang against iron like I was lying on a table of some sort, but my eyes were burning in the darkness like they were stitched closed. It smelled sickly sweet like a batch of frosted cupcakes that had too much sugar.

I heard a bang, tables thrown against a wall. Shouts that sounded inhuman and too close. "Where is she?" Someone screamed. Leah, my mind registered faintly, that was Leah.

"Now!" I heard another voice that was burly and husky, one that was Jacob Black. Not just Jacob Black, but my Jacob Black. Footsteps thundered towards me and warm hands gripped mine. Relief washed through me, I couldn't be dead if Leah and Jake were here. Thank god.

Jake squeezed my hand, "Its alright Tessa, we're here. We got you." I want to go home. I wanted to tell him that, but my body wasn't being responsive. Why couldn't I speak?

"It's a result of the medication," someone answered in a monotone voice that was supposed to be comforting. Did he answer my thoughts? Again? This time I asked in my mind like I did with the pack.

"What do you mean a result of the medication?" I thought loudly hoping that he could hear me. Maybe he could.

He chuckled, "I can hear you," I heard Jake whack him and a growl, "we medicated you so that we could bring you back here and make sure you were alright. Esme called you father and we found your medication in the cabinet. It was full of pills, you stopped taking it."

I wanted to growl at him, it was none of his business. "I didn't have PDSD anymore so why did I need them? I don't need some doctor telling me what to do. All they did was make me sleepy."

Jake growled at the mind-reader, "What is she saying, leech?"

I heard the mind-reader clear his throat like the name had offended him, "She says that she stopped taking her post dramatic stress-disorder medication because it made her drowsy. Apparently doctor's orders doesn't mean anything anymore. Huh."

"I didn't ask you to put in your commentary," I thought with anger. I really didn't need everyone to know that I was taking something to keep me calm.

No one spoke for a while and everything was quiet like they were waiting for a bomb to go off. I guess I was that bomb. Slowly, but surly I could feel the werewolf gene fighting off the medication and waking me up more and more. Leah squeezed my hand reassuringly and for some reason I knew that if I opened my eyes this time I would see.

Curling in my fingers on Jake's, I opened my eyes. Jacob and Leah were leaning over me, their black hair mashing together. Behind them was a rusty haired man next to a blonde headed man. They were so beautiful, I realized faintly then I wanted to hit myself. They were vampires, it made so much more sense now.

"I'm not dead," I croaked out then rubbed my throat.

Jake grabbed me in a bear hug, "Thank God! I thought you had died! Couldn't you have phased at least? Or called me? Or at least ran a little slower?"

I rubbed my temple, "Hurting my brain Jake," I muttered and swung my legs off the table. An IV was sticking out of my arm, making moving painful. Carefully I yanked it out, set it on the metal table, and stood up brushing myself off. Everyone was staring at me. "What did I do? Is there something on my face?"

The rusty haired vampire stepped up, "You almost died and here you are, ready to leave. At least take your medication." I wanted to hit him, he was the mind-reader who was snooping around in my thoughts like he was entitled to them.

I growled, "I'm fine now, thank you."

The blonde one handed me the bottle, "Just take them."

I took the bottle and threw it on the white tiled floor. Pills spilled everywhere. "I said I don't want them. I don't need them and I know I don't."

The blonde haired vampire scratched his head, "Something must have triggered it to happen if you haven't been taking the medication for a while like some sort of," he stopped and looked at the dog-tags then handed them to me, "traumatic event."

I nodded, "I think I got it all out of my system." I looked down and saw white where my feet were supposed to be. I laughed a bit, it was just the medication wearing off. What a strange thing to happen. I rubbed my eyes, I was seeing things.

The mind-reader glanced down and stared too where my feet were supposed to be. He didn't say a word. He just... stared. I wiggled my toes, I could feel them and if they had vanished wouldn't I be laying in my severed limbs? The blonde vampire looked down and started to stare. Leah gasped and stepped away from me. Everyone just stared.

I couldn't take all this. Snapping I said, "Great. Dandy. This just makes my day!" I ran my fingers through my hair yanking out some of the chocolate strands, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

The blonde one bent down to survey my non-existent toes, "I've never seen anything like it."

"I know," the mind-reader breathed.

Jake just stared with no words of encouragement, and just when I thought he was getting some common sense!

Leah suddenly looked like a little girl, "Skadegmutc."

I looked at Jake who was shaking his head, "Don't be an idiot Leah, she isn't a ghost witch. Is Tessa undead running around in the night throwing curses on people? I think not. We're, we're just..." He rubbed his hand over his jaw, "hallucinating."

Mind-reader looked up, "She may not be a shadow witch," he stopped and grabbed a book off the shelve, "but I know a witch when I see one. She may not be the traditional witch, but it looks like the French blood mixing with the native-American blood results in..."

Blondy looked up and grinned like he hadn't seen it before, "An extra power! Presto Edward! She must have gotten it somehow mixed in her DNA. If I could have some blood samples I could-"

"No!" I yelped slapping a hand over my arm, "Let me alone, alright? I need to process."

Everyone nodded and filed out except Jake. He knelt beside the bed and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, "Promise me you'll stay put and just think it out, not run it out. Okay? I can't take much more exercise today. Promise me."

I gave him a shy smile as he got up and heaved over to the door. Clearing my throat I answered, "But, Jake," he turned, "promises are meant to be broken."

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I raced after her, couldn't she just slow down? Everyone knew she was the fastest in the pack, but did she really have to prove it?

"Leah, listen to me!" I shouted through the link.

She turned and growled, "You aren't Tessa anymore."

What do you get when you mix a power charged werewolf, a jealous alpha who isn't alpha, and an unstable Leah? Find out next chapter. Read and review!

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