A/N: Well, here it is. Chapter 26. Hope you enjoy. And just to let you all know, I DID create a myspace for Peyton, and it is on my homepage, labeled as my homepage, if that makes sense. Heh. Anyway, read and review and give me some lovin!

Chapter 26 NPOV Changes

Peyton had fallen asleep at about 9 o'clock that night. I'm guessing that she had a really tiresome weekend with Dennis and his parents. I really hoped that they didn't overwork her and didn't make her stay up all night. The girl needed all the sleep she could get, seeing as she didn't get that much of it nowadays as it was.

It was now three in the morning, and I was still in my self absorbed thoughts, thinking about how crappy my existence would be if Peyton left. I had just thought about how I would leave and never come back to see her if that happened, make it so she could live a happy life without my tearing it apart, when she started to scream.

She wasn't screaming at anything in particular. She was just screaming, and it scared me like no other. I didn't know what to do. Something was frightening her beyond belief that she was dreaming, and the only thing I could think to do was wake her up, although she hadn't had nearly enough sleep.

I hoped that she hadn't woken up any of the Larson's, because we would both be in a bit of a pickle if that happened and they came waltzing in here, me especially.

I shook her lightly, hoping that that would awaken her, but to no avail. Try as I might, shaking her did absolutely nothing. I tried to whisper in her ear, asking her to calm down, letting her know that everything would be alright if she would just wake up. Again, that didn't work either, but it muffled her screams so her lips were only slightly parted and the noise was as if she was in some sort of pain. I was pretty much lost for ideas when one ingenious one sprung into my head.

Kiss her.

I hesitated for a moment while she laid there screaming frantically in pain. I didn't know if this was exactly the right thing to do. It seemed like it would just be weird to have her wake up to me kissing her passionately. Surely there was another possible way to wake her up and calm her down. Alas, I could think of nothing else.

I decided to screw weirdness and do it anyway. I didn't want to get caught by her family lying next to her in her bed, and I didn't want to have to hear her screams any longer; it was like torture for me to listen to.

I closed the two inch gap that was between us and kissed her lips, softly at first, then put on a little more pressure. At first it was like kissing a stone, her lips not moving against mine in any way, shape or form. But then, ever so slowly, she began to calm down and wake up. Her eyes fluttered open slightly and she realized what I was doing. I stopped kissing her and pulled away as she began to shake her head wildly.

There were tears running down her cheeks that I hadn't noticed before. I reached up my hand and brushed them away with my thumb.

"Hey," I whispered to her, "you scared me there. You alright?"

She nodded slightly, still distraught. "Yeah. I, I don't know what happened. I was having a dream about my parents, doing a replay of what happened that night, when all of the sudden, I wasn't me anymore. I saw myself as I looked up, and realized that I was being held, not the one doing the holding. My body was in so much pain. It burned, it was excruciating. I couldn't get rid of it, it just hurt. I felt you near me, even in my subconscious, but I couldn't break it." Tears slowly fell down her cheeks as she remembered that pain.

I held her closer to me and ran my face through her hair. "You're okay now. Everything is fine. I'll never let anything hurt you, Peyton. Never," I vowed, although in the back of my mind, I knew that that promise was in vain. Either way, within the next week or so, she was going to be in some of the worst pain she'd ever known. She'd be losing me, or her family; again.

She nuzzled my neck and kissed my collar bone. "I love you," she whispered against my cool skin.

"And I love you," I told her, my voice muffled against her hair. She kissed my collar bone again and started making a trail up my neck. My breathing started to become uneven as she continued onward. When she reached my jaw-line, I couldn't handle it anymore, and I needed her lips pressing against mine. I was becoming more and more greedy as time went on, and I knew that that was a bad thing; a very, very bad thing.

We had been lying side by side, but I wasn't getting enough warmth that way. I rolled her over so she was on top of me, and I was able to feel every line of hers against mine. Her hands were tracing my face and drawing me ever closer to her. She breathed into my mouth and her scent filled me.

She kissed me back forcefully and when she bit my lip, I suddenly became hyper aware of the fact that we were under the covers in her bed. I had to stop that train of thought and push it to the caboose so I would never think that thought again and keep myself from doing something incredibly stupid.

I wanted to feel my mouth warm again, so I slipped my tongue across her lower lip, begging her to let me in. She complied quickly and we began to play tonsil hockey.

I kissed her as passionately as I could, despite the early hour in the morning. I figured this was probably the best night I'd ever have with her, and seeing as it could be the last one, this was the best way I could leave her.

I couldn't stop myself. I just kept going, rarely letting her leave my mouth to get air, for I never wanted to let her go. I could tell she didn't want to be let go either, the way she dove back my lips with a force that would have knocked a normal person out.

It seemed to be a replay of the last time we'd gone this far. She kissed my neck, nibbled at my ear. I was going crazy again and didn't know if I'd be able to hold back this time. And I was scared.

She felt her way down to the line of my shirt and practically ripped it off of my chest. When I lifted my hands above my head so that stupid piece of cloth could be tossed aside, I felt my arms being restrained by something. It wasn't very strong but it was enough to annoy me because it wasn't letting me touch Peyton.

When the shirt came off my face I looked up to realize that Peyton was holding my hands above my head, making me her prisoner. I grinned up at her, having an idea of what she was thinking.

She smiled back down at me and still didn't release me. I really hoped she didn't push her luck with this. Holding my hands in place she kissed my neck a few times, only to bite it softly, teasing me. I moaned inwardly as she kept going farther down.

She left a trail with her tongue down my chest towards my stomach, kissing random places on the way down. I couldn't help it when my muscles tensed up when the warmth of her breath and tongue glided over them. I figured she'd stop at my belly button and not go for a death wish, but to my utter amazement, and complete shock, she kept going farther south. I had thought I was going crazy beforehand? I was sure I was going to die if she went any farther. I was about to say something to her when she stopped at the line of my low riding jeans.

I was already gasping for air when she got there, and having her face that close to my lower region made me stop breathing altogether. I felt her smile against my marble skin before she licked the spot right above my pants button. Then she was cruel and blew on it with her warm breath, causing me to go into another frenzy.

Before I could tell her to stop from going any farther, she bit a small section of skin and my hips jumped up, and my breathing came back with a moan of ecstasy. I couldn't let her do anymore of this. It was getting too close again. I needed to get her mouth back on mine so that I could get my emotions in control again.

I easily broke free from her holding my arms above my head and drew her up to my face.

"That was very naughty of you," I whispered against her lips. "Never, and I mean never, do that again."

I felt her smile against my lips and she kissed me again, with just as much passion as before. We continued making-out for a while, but it can't have been more than a few minutes, for neither of us wanted to let go.

We kept going until I suddenly froze stiff, disgusted by the smell that just wafted into the room. My eyes shot open and I looked at Peyton's bedroom door. I'd have fainted had I not been what I was. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

There Hayden stood, shaking with rage in the doorframe. My eyes were wide with fear, not for myself, but for Peyton. If he changed now, who knows what could happen with him.

I was sure he'd seen all of it. I knew it, by the look on his face, that he'd seen everything. I don't know how I didn't notice his god-awful scent until now, but I hadn't. Apparently I was a little preoccupied at the moment when he came waltzing into the room.

I was sure that Sam had called him tonight. I knew I had heard someone on the phone, and the whole family seemed to be in on it, so what else could it be? Sam had said he would tell the Larson's tonight, so that had to be it. And now, now that Hayden knew, he wasn't afraid of it anymore. He knew he was going to change, and from the looks of things, this was going to be it.

I tore Peyton off of me and stood her up, keeping her safe in my arms.

"Hayden! Calm down. You're going to hurt someone if you don't calm yourself," I warned him, practically daring him to try me.

He only became more angry and shook more violently. There was no way he wouldn't change now. I had to get Peyton out of here before something could happen to her. Who knows what Hayden would be capable of once he changed? He could easily hurt Peyton in his attempts to go after me; for I was sure that he was after me since I was almost positive that Hayden was in love with Peyton, and he'd just witnessed her kissing me and taking off my shirt and the whole works.

Apparently I was no help in the 'keep Hayden from changing' department.

I could see him, already changing. Flickers of his wolf self were showing through his human side, and it was going to be any moment now. I picked Peyton up and slung her over my shoulder, jumping out the window.

So much for my one last good night with Peyton.

I swung her around, carrying her bridal style and all the while I kept running, going as fast as I could, trying to get Peyton safe at my house. I had never seen her so scared while I ran. She clung to me as if I'd drop her, and pushed her head into my chest muttering to herself. I was too lost in thought to try and figure out what she was saying. All I could think of was I had to get her safe. I had to take her away from there.

I burst into my house and started screaming who knows what and all at once my whole family was by me as I collapsed on the floor with Peyton in my arms. I held her tightly against me and rocked her gently. She had to have been horrified.

"What happened?" Carlisle asked in a calm voice. Damn that calmness he had about him.

"Hayden… we were, me and Peyton, in her room, kissing, Hayden saw, he changed… he…" I couldn't continue. I couldn't tell them all the details.

But I didn't have to. Carlisle seemed to understand completely.

"Does she know?" he asked, nodding towards Peyton. I shook my head lightly. I hadn't gotten around to telling her, I was going to do that in the morning when she woke up, and now… I wouldn't really get that chance.

"Well she needs to. She has to choose now Nathaniel. There's nothing any of us can do to stop that now. She has to make a choice…"

I nodded and I felt a frown make an appearance on my face. Slowly Peyton looked up at me with sad eyes, questioning.

I tried to smile at her, but it was useless. I was sure it came out more like a grimace than anything. I took in a deep breath and looked down at her with pleading eyes, hoping she'd see all of the love that I contained in my being in them. She had to know, I had to make her realize…

"Peyton…" I whispered to her.

A/N: Sorry it's kind of short. I just wanted to post and explain everything that Peyton thinks.. in her point of view. You know. Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, review, if you didn't also review, and tell me what you didn't like. And for being rated 'T' am I getting too close with the whole make-out scenes. And BellyGnomes, I'm sorry but you have no say in that matter because you are biased :P So read and review! Thanks!