I know that it's been an eternity since I last updated... I hope you'll enjoy this chapter though.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, just my OC:s.

''Allison, Allison, Allison…''. It was like the wind was whispering my name to me.

I was standing outside in my pyjamas, behind the house. It was cold, very cold. The wind played with my hair and brought leaves with it up from the ground as it flew past me. I was barefoot, so I could feel the hard, frozen soil under my feet. It almost felt like winter, but there was no snow.

The windows in the house let some light out, so I could see a few meters away. Otherwise the forest was pitch dark.

I inhaled a deep breath.

''Allison…Allison,'' the wind whispered.

Suddenly I felt a hand upon my shoulder and I freezed. The hand didn't emit any heat. Strange…

''Allison…'' the person behind me whispered.

Wait a minute, I recognized that voice. Slowly, carefully, I turned around to face him.

''It's been a while,'' Christian said and smiled, showing his clear white teeth. I shivered.

''What do you want with me?'' I asked with a shaky voice. ''Why can't you just go away?''

He laughed. His eyes when he did that… oh, they looked so full of madness!

''I can't go away my dear.'' He grabbed my chin and harshly pulled it up so I looked him straight into those mad eyes of his. ''You know that your father must pay. So I can't leave just yet. But soon though. Soon it'll all be over.''

I gulped. ''Please don't do this.''

''Oh, but I have to darlin','' he continued. ''I have to.''

With those words he pushed me down on the ground and kicked me in the stomach. All the air flew out of me and I coughed, gasping for more air.

He kneeled next to me, grabbed my arm and said:

''Remember this Allison. I'll get you. Soon.''

I opened my eyes and attempted to sit up, but immediately lay down again when my stomach ached like it never had before. I pulled my shirt up and discovered a giant bruise that covered some of the skin next to my bellybutton.

I was still outside, like in the dream. I was still behind the house, like in the dream. I had gotten a bruise where Christian kicked me. So what if it wasn't a dream at all? What if it all had happened, for real? The evidence surely spoke for it.

It was getting lighter. If Gran found me here she'd most definitely start to ask questions, worry. This time, I wanted to keep the dream – or whatever it was – to myself. At least for a while.

So I hurried inside and made sure that Gran wasn't up until I climbed up the ladder and changed into some clean clothes. I put the dirty pyjamas in the laundry basket.

I looked at my watch. It was barely five o'clock and Gran would wake up soon. There was no use in going back to bed, I wasn't tired at all.

Today's the day, I thought and sighed. Off living with Sam and Emily. I looked down at the floor under me. I only had one bag to take with me, with some clothes and a few books. Not much really.

I wasn't too thrilled about living with them, even though I didn't know them very well.

I heard a car horn outside. It was probably Paul. He had agreed to come and pick me up and drive me to my new, temporary, home since I didn't know the way there. I dragged myself out of the house and walked towards the parked car a few meters away.

Gran was in Port Angeles again, visiting her friend there. I felt bad leaving her, but everyone said that I should so I – I did.

I felt kind of bitter and that must've shown on my face because Paul gave me a reassuring smile through the window of his truck.

I sure was relieved to see him. Whenever he was around me I felt like I had no problems at all to worry about. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing though…

''Hey beautiful,'' he greeted me with a kiss on the forehead as I got into the car.

''Hi,'' and grimaced as the bruise on my stomach hurt.

He gave me a concerned look. ''You okay?''

''Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing really, I just tripped on the ladder earlier,'' I lied.

''Okay, if you say so.'' I could tell that he didn't quite believe me.

I sighed heavily.

''Don't worry Allie,'' he continued. ''It won't be that bad. You'll get rid of me after the long journey to their house.''

I didn't pay attention to his joke. I still had a very, very bad feeling about this. Something bad was going to happen, and soon. If I just knew what… what if Christian's threat would become reality soon, like he said?

Paul hadn't started the engine yet. He turned to me and grabbed my chin gently so that I had to look into his eyes.

''Listen to me Allie,'' he said. His warm breath swept across my face, tingling. ''I know that you don't like this whole thing, but trust me on this one, will ya? I'm sure things will sort out eventually.''

I nodded, pretending that I agreed. ''Okay. Let's go then.''

Paul leaned forward and put the keys in the ignition. The engine started with a loud roar.

When we got to the house I saw two people standing on the porch waiting.

Must be them, I thought. Hope I don't embarrass myself…

Paul turned to me again. ''Hey, there's something you should know before you meet Emily.''

''What?'' I asked him confused.

He scratched his head. ''Well… she was in an accident with a bear a few years ago, and she's got this scar on her face. Please don't mention it. Sam doesn't like it.''

I nodded. I understood.

I got out of the car and reached for my bag, but Paul beat me to it with a giant grin on his face.

I rolled my eyes. ''You're spoiling me, do you know that?''

He walked up really close to me. ''Maybe I like spoiling you,'' he whispered and planted a kiss on my nose.

I couldn't help but smile. I grabbed his hand and we started walking towards Sam and Emily.

''Hello,'' Emily greeted me.

Just as Paul had said she had a really visible scar on one side of her face. Of course I reacted to it, but somehow it didn't make me uncomfortable or anything. She was not disfigured, but rather beautiful considering the big scar.

''Hi,'' I said back.

I was surprisingly cheerful. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all?

Sam nodded at me and then turned to Paul. ''Come on, we need to talk a few things over.''

Paul glanced at me. Sam noticed and said to me:

''Maybe Emily can show you the house?''

''Would you like to see it?'' Emily asked me before she confirmed anything to Sam.

I shrugged '' Sure. Why not?''

Emily gave me a smile and Paul grabbed my hand and squeezed it reassuringly before I left with her.

The house felt comfortable the second I walked into it. It was quite small, but seemed nice. A bit like Gran's house, actually.

''Come on up and I'll show you your room first,'' she said and disappeared up the stairs.

My room was quite small, with a single bed next to the wall and a closet beside it, and a desk in front of a small window. I put my bag down carefully on the bed. The tapestry was light blue with small daisies spread over it. It was actually quite pretty.

''It isn't much, but I hope you like it,'' Emily said.

I gave her a weak smile. ''No, this is perfect.''

''Good. I'll leave you to unpack then. There's a bathroom down the hall.''

''Thank you.''

I walked over to the window and looked out. I could see the forest and a part of the front side of the house. Paul's car was still parked down there, and I could see him and Sam talking next to it.

It began to rain, but Sam and Paul stayed out there. They were probably talking about me. Or something I wasn't supposed to hear. All those secrets! It was so irritating!

Well, I thought. Now I have a secret to keep from them. They still don't know about the dream. But why should I tell them? We already know that he's coming.

But deep inside I knew that all that I told myself wasn't really true. They should all know about the dream. I knew that Christian had made me walk outside, in my sleep. He had been there in person.

Later that day when I went down to have dinner, I was met by a very strange sight. The small kitchen was crowded. Jared, Embry, Quil, Jacob, Paul – they were all there along with Sam and Emily.

They all looked up at me as I entered. I gave them a quick smile and raised my hand. ''Hi guys.''

''Hey Allie,'' they greeted in chorus.

I glanced at Paul. He grinned.

''Are you hungry?'' Emily asked and put a large pot on the table.

''A little.''

''Come on then,'' she said and gestured me to sit down.

There was an empty seat next to Embry, so I sat down and looked at the food on the table. There sure was plenty of it. Potatoes, steaks, vegetables of all sorts…

''How do you cook so much?''

Emily laughed. ''Oh, it's not that much, is it? Plus, I think it's kind of fun. Most of the time,'' she added and looked at the guys around the table.

''She's the best cook, I swear,'' Embry whispered in my ear.

''I don't know where to begin,'' I mumbled, but grabbed a potato and some vegetables. The steaks were really big, and I didn't think that I'd be able to eat the whole thing.

Paul saw how little I'd put on my plate and said:

''Is that all you're gonna eat? Don't you want some steak?''

''It's too big for me, I won't be able to finish it all,'' I said and shrugged.

''We can split one,'' he suggested.

''Sure.''

The atmosphere around the table as we ate couldn't possibly have been any better. They – we – were almost like a big family. I didn't think that I'd ever laughed so much before.

They stayed there for a few more hours, and when they did Paul stayed. We went to my room and talked for a while.

''So how's it been today?'' he asked me and lay down on my bed. He had to bend his legs because he was so tall.

I sunk down in a sitting position next to him.

''Weird.''

He chuckled. ''Weird? Is that all you have to say?''

He grabbed my arm and pulled me down beside him.

''Pretty much,'' I replied and he pulled a strand of hair away from my face.

''Hm. Anything else on your mind? You seem… you know. Distant or something.''

I immediately thought about the dream, and Paul must've noticed something so he asked me again. I instinctively put my hand on my stomach.

I shook my head. ''No, it's nothing. It's just weird, like I said.''

''If you say so,'' he murmured and kissed me on the nose. Then he stood up. ''I have to go. I bet Sam and Emily would freak if I stayed here any longer.''

I sat up and leaned on my arms against the bed. ''I'll see you tomorrow?''

''Yeah. Good night Allie.''

''Good night.''

I could hear muffled voices from downstairs when he'd left, and a moment later the front door slammed shut.

I got up from the bed and changed into new pyjamas, brushed my hair and crawled in under the duvet.

I yawned and closed my eyes. I hadn't thought that I was so tired, but apparently I was. I slowly drifted of to sleep…