Kyla's P.O.V

After sitting on the floor for ages, I got up and made my way to the bathroom to try and wrap my hand a little better. I could feel the pain now and had to hold my tears back. I didn't want to cry anymore, it was useless. After I was done wrapping my hand with some bandages we had in an emergency kit, I went downstairs and started making dinner for me and grandma.

She asked me about my hand and face as we ate and I only told her that I got in a fight in school, wich was partly true, and I assured her that I was fun. If she would've been able to see the cuts on my hand she wouldn't have believed me though.

When I was done eating I went back upstairs and lay on my bed and waited. I knew exactly what I was waiting for, and as the time past, I grew more and more nervous. Paul was gonna arrive soon and I knew that this would be the time that I told him about my father. Somehow, I wanted him to know. I trusted him with all my heart and this was a secret that I had been keeping for years now, and it was hard. I needed someone else. As I thought about this, I heard a familiar tap on my window and stood up to let Paul inside. I held my right hand in the pocket on my hoodie though.

Paul frowned when he saw me, probably because of the bruise on my face.

"It's nothing, it doesn't hurt or anything" I whispered. I looked down and bit my lip, and he misinterpreted it and thought that I was lying and that it did hurt. He pulled me in to a warm hug and I relaxed. I wished we could stay like this and I wouldn't have to tell me what I was about to tell him.

"I am so sorry, I'm supposed to protect you, and just look at your face" he mumbled. He was angry at himself, I could tell. He let me go and looked at me again. Without thinking I grabbed both of his hands in mine, and as soon as he saw the bandage on my hand he brought it closer to his face to look. His touch was very gentle and his face was filled with worry.

"What happened to your hand?" he asked and looked in to my eyes. I pulled my hand out of his grip and looked down on the floor.

"I punched the mirror" i mumbled in response and didn't look at him. "It broke and the glass cut my hand"

He didn't say anything for a while and I looked up at his face. He grabbed my hand once again.

"Does it need stitches?" he asked in a low voice, probably trying to keep his temper in check. I shook my head.

"No, I don't think so" I said, honest. It was just small cuts. He looked at me with sad eyes, and then picked me up and carried me to my bed where he put me down. He sat down next to me and I snuggled up against his side.

"Why did you do it?" the question I was ready to answer. I took a deep breath.

"Because of how I looked..." I mumbled. I didn't know how to explain it. "It reminded me of... when..." I didn't know how to continue. I could feel the tears burning in my eyes, but I held them back.

"Reminded you of when?" he asked. "Kyla, please tell me" he murmured gently and kissed the top of my head. Well, better get this over with.

"Of when my father used to beat me" I whispered.

I could feel him getting tensed and he started to shake slightly. "Why haven't you told me this?" he asked, so much anger in his voice that it scared me. I knew he wasn't angry at me though.

"B-because I knew that before my father died I wasn't allowed to tell anyone, and I just didn't want anyone to know. He's dead, and you're supposed to honor the dead..." the tears started to run down my face and I took a shaky breath.

Paul's arms tightened around me and I knew that he was trying to calm down.

"I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, I promise" he mumbled. "I am so sorry that you've had to keep this secret to yourself, I should've been there for you..." Unbelievable. He was blaming himself.

"Paul, you didn't even know me back then, it's my fathers fault, no one else's" I said in a low voice. I was getting tired and all I wanted to do was sleep. It felt good to have gotten that off my chest though, and even better that Paul knew now.

"I love you" I said as I snuggled closer to his side. I knew that he was still angry, at my father I guess, and it somewhat made me happy. Someone else knew now and that was all that mattered.

"I love you too" he said and kissed the top of my head and I soon drifted off to sleep, perfectly comfortable in Paul's warm arms.

I woke up in the morning, and with no sign of Paul, except for a piece of paper on my night stand.

I had to go on patrol, I'll meet you at school in the morning. I love you so much and I will keep you safe and happy, I promise.

/Paul

Was it possible to love someone so much that it hurt? Because I certainly did.

I got up and got dressed and then went downstairs to eat breakfast, then I drove to school.

Paul's P.O.V

"Paul! On your left!" Embry yelled at me in my thoughts and I darted off to where he saw the leach run. Man, she was fast. Stupid blood sucker. Seth was running on my left and we almost cought up with the vampire. I got close enough and attacked her and she crashed on to the ground. Just as I was about to sink my teeth in to her throat and rip her head off, something crashed in to my side and I was flung off of her.

I got up quickly and saw Seth and Embry trying to catch up with the other vampire who was now running with the leach I had almost killed. I ran after them and heard the rest of the pack getting closer, they had been chasing the leach that had tackled me. Those monsters were not going to get away from us in one piece, that was for sure.

I saw Embry, who was the closest to the leach that I had attacked, lunge at her and she crashed in to a tree. I saw my chance and got close enough to kill her, so that's what I did. I ripped her head off and threw it on the ground, and just as I turned around I heard an earpiercing scream. The other vampire was standing a few feet away, but the scream made my head hurt and I couldn't concentrate. I fell down to the ground and growled.

"It must be some sort of special power" Sam thought and tried to push past the pain, but none of us could. The whole pack was on the ground in pain. And then suddenly it stopped and the vampire was gone. No sign of her. Damn it. She got away.

Kyla's P.O.V

Paul didn't show up until it was lunch time, and he looked really tired. He must've been up patrolling the most of the night. I got nervous as I though about him getting close to a vampire, but he assured me that he was made to kill vampires and that it had went fine. As we were sitting in the cafeteria eating, Paul's cell phone ringed and he answered it.

"What? God damn it, thought she had left" he mumbled in to the phone, a frown on his face. "Ok, we'll be right there" he said and hung up the phone. He stood up, along with Embry, Jared, Quil and Jacob. I looked at him confused.

"You know that vampire we killed? Her friend is still here and that's a bit of a problem" he explained. "But I'll see you tonight ok?" he said and gave me a peck on the lips. I nodded and gave him a hug. I didn't like this at all, and Kim and I were both feeling nervous as we saw our werewolves walk away.

When school ended it was raining. I cursed under my breath as I realized I would have to get to my car and I didn't have an umbrella, wich everyone else seemed to have. They were used to this kind of weather, I wasn't, so I never thought about bringing an umbrella.

I walked out to my car with my bag above my head, it made it hard to see where I was going though, and when I pulled my car keys out of my pocket and was about to unlock the car, someone snatched them from my hand. I looked up and saw a a girl standing in front of me. I gasped as I looked at her. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my entire life, better looking than any super model I knew about. Her skin was pale and flawless, and her hair was perfect. I couldn't help but get jealous as I looked at her. She smiled at me.

"You reek of werewolf, and of that one particular werewolf." She said, sounding pleased. I didn't really grasp was she was saying, her voice was like velvet. Then I noticed her eyes and I shuddered. They were blood red. Before I could say anything to her she had snatched me up from the ground and we were running faster than I thought was possible.

That's when it hit me. She wasn't human. She was a vampire.

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