Here's the next chapter!

WARNING: Some themes later in this chapter are dark. I do not agree with this, I have no experience at all of it and those who carry it out should be punished to the harshest extent of the law. If it should offend you I am sorry, but I am using it as some development of a character. Some of the language I use is harsh and I personally hate some of the words.

NPOV

At the end of August, I would go to Forks High School. In a week I will go on a date with Jacob. I'm building a relationship with Charlie so that he can trust me. I wouldn't say I had his trust to begin with but we're building it. I don't mind having to be at his house for half six, we have nice family dinners and its lovely to be back in a family unit, type thing.

Jake has dinner with us sometimes and at various points during the dinner we lock eyes over the Shepherd's Pie (or whatever it may be that day) and we smile, looking down at our food. His plate is always overloaded but he finishes before me and I feel his leg brush up against mine under the table. I blush and Charlie often notices and clears his throat, making Jake pull his leg away.

He stays after dinner and helps Charlie do whatever job he has to do in the backyard, like chopping wood or cutting the grass. Sue and I wash the dishes in a comfortable silence. Leah and Noah sit in the front room, watching TV. For two of those nights, Seth and Michelle would join them, but they broke up. Seth couldn't keep lying to her and Michelle knew he was keeping something from her; it put a strain on the relationship. Seth now sat in the kitchen and stared at his hands. After I finished washing up, I would sit with him and play cards which perked him up. We would all then go into the living room and I would sit with Noah and Leah since when I was around Charlie, I felt awkward sitting next to Jake.

I have never seen Noah this happy or Leah for that matter. Leah had often been harsh and abrupt in my memory, filled with hurt and hatred, and now she giggled. And nuzzled Noah and pecked his cheeks. They were looking into moving in with each other but for now they were living with Jake, so when Jake left, so did they.

Then the house was quiet. Charlie and Sue would kiss my cheek as they went to sleep. Charlie would sometimes place his hands on either side of my face and look at me; the recognition of my mother would be in his eyes. His would go to bed with unshed tears in his eyes for his lost daughter; the only part of her he had was me.

Normally I would go up to bed five or ten minutes after them. But tonight I stayed downstairs, skimming my fingers over the mantelpiece, looking at my parents wedding picture and a picture of me as a baby, with my parents. They were smiling and they weren't worried anymore. We thought the Volturi had left us alone for good; we were stupid and naive to think that. Now the Volturi have my family and I live in Forks with what remnants I have left of my blood.

I would give all and anything for my family to be back. Just to be around them. To discuss what I was wearing for my date with Alice and Rose. To play catch with Jasper and Emmett. To read in Carlisle's study while Esme made her gorgeous cookies. Sit with my dad and play the piano and watch as he danced with my mom, my mom being slightly less graceful than my dad, but still regaining a majestic nature.

I missed hunting with my family, the games we played to take down the biggest prey and which family member would catch them the quickest. I missed the soft kisses against my forehead from my mother and the smell of my father's copper hair and his embrace that was secure and strong.

I miss the colour Amber in friendly eyes.

I moved away from the mantelpiece and swallowed the tears that were stinging the corner of my eyes. I went upstairs but I couldn't find sleep once I had lay my head down on the pillow. I spent two hours just staring at my ceiling, trying not to cry.

The room that I slept in was my mother's room. I was in the room where she had spent four months and more in a depressed state when my father left and now I couldn't help but miss them both, as any child does when their parents are gone. Leah had moved all her personal belongings out of the room and I had replaced them with the two suitcases I had from Jakes house. Little Jakey sat on the bedside table, watching over me and in my mind, protecting me from negative forces as my Jacob has. I placed the pictures of my family around the room as well as the ones of the people I had lived with. A recent picture of Jake and I was leant against Little Jakey. I had printed off a picture of Adrian and I and taped it above the bed.

I had tried to ring him in the last few weeks only to have Jensen tell me he was out, with the rest of the Pack. I had asked Noah and Noah had told me to stop trying and let Adrian come to me, but not promising that he would. I sent a letter to Adrian a week ago. I told him how sorry I was, how sorry I was about leading him along and not setting boundaries for our relationship. I apologised for running away from him. I told him I missed him. I got a text from him saying: I know, Ren. I'm sorry I can't forgive you... now. I miss you too.

I had no reason to get up or go down stairs but I found myself in the living room again. It was midnight. And I was standing in a pair of lacy boy shorts and a vest since it was hot, very hot, which was so unlike the normal Forks weather. I turned around I went to the kitchen, getting a glass of water. I had an elk yesterday, which calmed me down dramatically. The blood helped my emotions most of the time, kept me from flipping out, as I had done at the barbeque.

Rachel had her new baby, a baby boy: Lewis William Lahote. I sent flowers over with Charlie and Sue when they went to see the baby and I received a curt thank you back from Jake when he came back two hours before Charlie and Sue came back. Jake had told me that morning that Rachel and Paul did not want me there and I respected that. Jake showed me the picture of the Lewis, swaddled in a blue blankets, his dark, jet black hair peeking out from under his little cap, asleep and content as babies are.

Lewis and Sarah were so innocent, born into a world where danger was around every corner. Lewis would phase for the first time in the next twenty years and he would stand on the front line to protect La Push against monsters like me. I felt the crescents on my neck, knowing what it is like to be attacked by one of these monsters and myself being one of the monsters they protect their land against. Nahuel would haunt me until these scars faded and still, there would always be something in my mind that would make me cautious, remind me of what I used to be and what I turned into for him. He hurt me badly, nearly ripping my throat out and I felt sad that he still remained in this world and I was too close to something so innocent in the babies of La Push.

I stared out the window of Charlie's kitchen as I sat down with the glass of water. I started to feel uneasy, as though I was the elk I had stalked yesterday. My heart started hammering in my chest, for no apparent reason and my stomach started turning. I had only felt this way a couple of times before, and none of them had been with the red eyed vampires that my family had entrusted me with. It was only with Nahuel that I had felt this way, as he stalked me around the apartment we had lived in, forcing me up against walls in the final days and taking my throat in his hands, feeding as he pleased, not being delicate with me as he had been in the first weeks.

It probably because I started thinking about him but I started to touch the scars more, my eyes darting around the room and out on to the street, looking out for any movement. The scars are prickling, like someone was sticking multiple needles at once on each scar. I reach out for my glass with one hand while slowly moving my fingertips along each scar, trying to soot the scars. My hands are shaking as I take the glass and raise it to my lips. I take two sips before I notice a movement outside. Just a flash in my peripheral vision and I nearly leap out of my skin.

I drop the glass and force my fist in my mouth to stop me from screaming and waking Charlie and Sue up. I slowly stand up and move away from the window and toward the door. It's not a conscious move to unlock and open the door but I do. I have no way to protect myself , I don't even have a bra on but I slowly walk out the door, feeling less vulnerable while at the same time feeling more vulnerable. No longer trapped within to confines of the house with very few escape routes while not being protects by the walls against the threat, which may be just in my mind.

I moved down the porch and look around the yard, seeing nothing but the few vacant cars on the street, Charlie's police cruiser on the drive and the street lights, one of which that it flickering a hundred or so yards down the street. The house on the left hand side of Charlie's is pitch black, I can hear the soft heart beats of Mr and Mrs Howard, an elderly couple who live next to Charlie, and have lived in that house all their lives, unaware of the supernatural elements that exit and enter the house every day. I went to get groceries for them a few days ago, just helping them out since I went to get Sue some groceries as well.

I heard a rustle in the trees behind Charlie's house and like the idiotic sorority girl in the horror movie, moved toward the sound. However I didn't call out to ask who was there, I remained silent, making my footsteps as silent as possible. My whole body felt tight, and my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest.

I saw the movement in the trees and I wrapped my arms around my stomach. It was a slower movement of a large... creature. I remained close to the house, not moving any further toward the woods. The scars stopped pickling all at once and my heart stopped beating as violently as it was before, it changed from fear to recognition and happiness to see him there. The russet wolf stepped out of the tree line with his head bowed to the floor as he moved toward me.

I moved toward him too, my fingers reaching out for his fur behind his ears when I reach him. He pushed his muzzle against my legs and continued scratching behind his ear. I slowly moved down as he did, curling up against his body, leaning my head against his fur, hearing his soft breathing and his strong and steady heartbeat. I felt safe now, no longer like I was going to be attacked, no longer worrying about the bad forces in my past.

Jake and I needed no words to comfort each other, we simply needed each others company, the knowledge that we are around each other, somewhere close, to feel safe. I had not felt this calm in years, I hadn't felt so safe since before I left Forks for the first time. Being here felt as though I had never left, I had never killed innocent people, I had never been abused by horrible monsters. I could still imagine my family living up the road, and I am simply on a visit to my grandfather's house.

But that's not the case. Moving away had caused me pain but it had also opened me up to new people, to relationships with people who I now held so dear and so close to me. It had made me who I was today, making me a better person, for myself but also for Jacob.

I pressed my face into his fur and silently let the tears flow down my face. Jakes large wolf body curled around me, his tail coming over my body, covering me slightly.

We sat for a few minutes, in silence as I calmed down. But once I had, we didn't move. The scars didn't prickle. Soon my eyes started to droop. My body started to further relax and I curled further into Jakes body, feeling his warmth comfort me. Soon I fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

I woke up at eleven o'clock in the morning, in bed. My blanket was wrapped around my waist, my hands tucked under my face. I felt relaxed and content from sleep but I missed Jakes warm body next to me, his soft fur against my cheek instead of my hands and the cotton pillow case. I stretched out, still looking for him, but the room was empty except for me.

I rolled over and saw a note, leant up against Little Jakey. I opened the piece of paper with my name written on it: Morning beautiful. I put you in bed, and tore myself away from you even though I would have loved to have stayed with you and slept next to you. I'll see you later today and I miss you every second you are apart. Jake xx

I smiled so much that the corners of my mouth started hurting, pressing the note against my heart, smiling to myself, kicking my legs because I was excited and squealed. I kicked my blanket off and got out of bed, putting the note back where I found it and had a shower and changed into my day dress. I ran down the stairs, right into Jake, who was patiently waiting for me as he had the past few Saturdays. I wrapped my hands around his neck and he swung me around.

Happiness is all I could feel and none of the bad feelings could attack me anymore since Jake was here to protect me.

NAHUELPOV

I stood across from the white panelled house which was so vulnerable to my attack. It would not protect her from me; it would not stop me from getting to her. She walked outside and she was unaware that I was there, that I was watching her like a lion watching gazelle, waiting for the opportune moment to pounce.

Her body was still delicious and from my vantage point, I could see her touch the marks that I made upon her body, the ones that showed any other male, like that mutt who stole her from me, that she was mine, that I had claimed her in a primal way. Soon I would claim her in the most primal way; I will have ultimate power over the little frigid bitch. She invited the predators to her door, barely wearing any clothes and exiting her house at night. One day, she will be hurt, in that way I want to dominate her and it will be her own fault for inviting men like me in.

The little whore moved around the side of the weak wooden house and I followed from a distance, watching what she was looking for. She stopped touching the scars that marked her as mine and wrapped her arms around her torso, forcing her breasts up in the most delectable way.

I could just go up behind her, grabbing her by the breasts, pulling at her nipple until it hurt her and forcing her on her hands and knees, pulling her shorts down and attacking her little cunt, claiming it for my own, in front of the entire neighborhood. I would then drink from the veins in her thighs, throwing her over my shoulder and taking her somewhere where I could use her for my own pleasure, making her my slave.

She would soon crave my body. Her little cunt would be dripping wet for my cock, because she is a little whore. Little whores crave men like me. She'll be begging me to degrade her, sticking her arse in the air, backing up to me like a mare in heat, who back up to a stallion.

One mutt she mentioned a lot was here, in the Indian reservation having sex with some foul smelling whore. Now a foul smelling mutt stepped out of the tree line and they moved toward each other. She reached out for the mutt. I always knew she was into bestiality, having dated a mutt before, but this was a new one. Well, new in her romantic life. I knew the beast.

Jacob Black: The paedophile who was obsessed with her when she was a child. I'm surprised he is attracted to the little whore now that she's grown in such a mature and delectable way. The paedophile shouldn't be attracted to such a mature little whore who begged for attack. But he didn't attack; she just curled into his body and allowed for her to become perfectly vulnerable.

I could destroy the paedophile, fuck her little cunt in front of him, the little whore he wanted himself. She would moan and call out my name. "Nahuel, fuck me harder, don't stop, I'm such a little whore. Keep going. You're so big, it hurts, keep going." And she would kiss my cock, in front of the man she used to worship, and take it down her throat while she choked, swallowing my cum readily, because soon, she would be lucky enough for my cum knock the little whore up and she would give me my son.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, stopping me.

I brought it to my ear, knowing that Aro wanted me to bring her to him. I would be able to claim her body; he just helped me to survive to achieve my goal because he stopped her father from killing me for claiming his daughter.

"Have you found her?" he asked.

"Yes." I told him, smiling to myself.

"I want her brought to me as soon as possible. Do not touch her until you arrive here, I want to torture Edward as much as possible." He ordered.

"Fine."

Aro ended the phone call.

I continued to observe the little whore and the paedophile. After an hour, the wolf transformed into a naked man, he pulled on some shorts and picked up my little whore and carried her into the weak house. She was fast asleep.

He didn't leave. Not until 6 in the morning and then, another wolf took their position outside the house.

It would be slightly harder than I thought to get to my little whore. She was rightfully mine, and I would claim her as mine. She was mine and would forever be mine. No mutt had any claim on her.

Just to reiterate, I do not agree with Nahuels behaviour. I felt wrong writing this however I need to create the character. I am sorry if it offended you.

Please read my other story: Learn to Love.

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