Chloe –Silver–

It was a cool night. The sky was almost completely clear, something very rare in Forks as Bella had told me. We quickly found a herd of moose. It was becoming easier for me to get used to this "vegetarian" life. But I still wasn't as confident as the others were.

You're doing perfectly fine," Bella assured me. "You should have seen me on my first hunt" She laughed at the memory.

"Besides, you didn't attack anyone at school today, too," Rosalie pointed out. "Jasper told us that you were absolutely calm."

I blinked and my mouth dropped open. "Oh… right," I said in astonishment.

They laughed. "Didn't you even notice?" Bella wondered unbelievingly.

I shrugged and started giggling about myself. "I guess, Seth made me simply forgot all the humans around."

Bella and Rosalie exchanged a meaningful glance. "Seth," Rosalie said in a deep sarcastic tone. "Of course."

I looked down at my feet ashamed. I started to play with my jacket's zipper again, thinking of a way to change the subject.

"Umm… how long will it take my eyes to be as golden as yours?" I finally asked.

Bella shrugged. "I don't know. But yours are more orange than red now."

"Really?" I asked delighted and reached to my waist bag. I frowned when my fingers got in the bag without me opening the zipper. The bag wasn't closed? Strange… I usually didn't forget to-

I froze. It couldn't be… no… it mustn't be…

"Chloe?" Bella demanded concerned. "Is something wrong?"

I didn't respond. I pulled the bag off my waist and looked inside. It was empty.

"No," I finally breathed. "No. This can't be true" –I turned the bag upside down and shook it– "It must be here. It must be." But no matter how much I shook it, nothing came out except of a few dust particles. I dropped the bag in the grass and fell to my knees. My hands pressed to both sides of my head. "No… No..."

"Chloe?!" Bella, Rosalie and Renesmee called alarmed and hurried to my side. "Chloe, what's wrong?"

"It's gone," I whispered. "It's not in my bag anymore… I lost it… it's gone…" My voice broke. I sobbed.

"Shh… calm down, Chloe," Bella said softly. I felt Renesmee stroking my hair with her small hands.

"What did you lose?" Rosalie asked carefully.

Everything…… My family…… my friends…… my love…… my heart……

"M-mirror…" I managed to stammer between my sobs. "my… mi-mi-mi… rror…"

"Your mirror?" Bella asked surprised.

Rosalie's golden hair fell from her shoulders when she bended down in front of me. "Do you mean the little rectangular one you had a night ago?" she asked softly.

My head snapped up to look into her worried eyes. "Yes, have you seen it?"

She shook her head compassionately. The movement made her hair dancing around her face. "No, not after that night. Sorry."

I looked down again and sobbed.

"Maybe it fell out of your pocket on your way home that night," Bella encouraged me. "And it's probably still there somewhere. So let's go and look for it."

"Bella," Rosalie hissed. She sounded somehow reproachful and anxious.

"It will be alright," Bella assured and rubbed my back with her hand. "Come on, let's go."

I bit my lip. "What if it isn't there anymore? What if I can't find it?"

"We'll help you," Renesmee promised and pulled at my hand. "Come."

We tried to find the way that we took yesterday, but last morning's had washed out almost all tracks. I searched like a maniac. My head was constantly spinning from one direction to the other, which made my hair fly around my face like silks. My eyes opened widely to not miss any clues – I didn't even dare to blink! I must have looked like someone with persecution mania.

"What is it made off?" Bella asked after thirty minutes of unsuccessful searching.

"Silver; it's a silver-mirror," I replied shortly and my eyes rushed to the next tree where I thought that I had seen something shining. But it was just a car passing by. I bit my lip.

"Silver? Then we might find it with the scent." She raised her head and inhaled deeply. I imitated her.

"Strange," Bella clamped and frowned.

I bit my lip again. "The scent leads to two different directions," I whispered; my voice was shaking too hard to speak louder.

"Then we need to separate," Renesmee concluded factually. "So we can find it faster."

"No," Rosalie protested sharply. She looked somehow much tensed up, but I was too nervous about my missing mirror to wonder why. "Bella."

Bella nodded. "I know, Rose," she agreed seriously. "Then, let's do it this way. – Rose, you got with Nessie this way" –she pointed towards the direction where the Cullens' house was– "And Chloe and I will go that way."

"We'll meet at the house in two hours, no matter whether we've found the mirror or not," Rosalie insisted with a dead-serious expression.

I winced slightly. "…no matter whether we've found the mirror or not."

Bella nodded again. "Okay." Then the four of us separated, heading different directions.

We ran through the dark forest, stopping here and there to look closely for my mirror around and continued running when we didn't find anything. I was getting more and more desperate. As if the weather wanted to adapt to my mood, thick rain clouds started to cover the sky.

"It is gone" These three words kept echoing in my head the whole time.

It is gone. It is gone. It is gone .It is gone……

If I could cry I would have drowned myself in my tears.

Bella suddenly stopped, she inhaled deeply and frowned. "The track is parting again."

I inhaled the fresh night air, too, and bit my lip again. – She was right. "I'll go this way," I whispered and was just about to follow one of the two tracks when Bella stopped me.

"No, Chloe, wait!" she called. The alarm in her voice made me wince and I turned around.

"W-what's wrong, Bella?" I stammered.

"Umm… I just remembered… Chloe, can't you see relationships between living and not-living objects? So, can't you see which way we should go?"

I looked down at my feet to hide the pain that was definitely carved on my face and shook my head. "No, I can't."

"But, Edward said yesterday…" she wondered.

"Yes, I know," I admitted. "And he was right. I can see any kinds of relationships; even the ones between you and the trees here… but…" –I stroke the rough trunk of the tree next to me and swallowed– "But I can't see… my relationships."

She blinked in astonishment. "You can't see the relationships you have?"

"Well, sure I can see the bond of friendship between the two of us," I explained. "But the bond is coming from you, not from me. I can't see how I feel for other persons or objects."

Bella nodded. "Oh, I see. Well… then…"

"We should separate. I'll go this way," I repeated, ignoring the sudden nervousness in her voice.

"Chloe-"

"I'll meet you at the house later," I said and sped away before I could loose more time.

I passed tree by tree, my head spun from one direction to the other, looking for something silver in the darkness around me. But I didn't find anything. I bit my lip.

Don't give up. I told myself silently. You must not give up! Giving up now would mean giving up on him… No, I don't want to loose him again… No!

I stopped abruptly when I noticed where the track had led me to. It was the meadow where the Quileute's land started. I had stopped just in time to not cross the border. I looked around. I had my mirror here the last time. It must be here somewhere!

I fell to my knees and crawled in the long grass; my eyes looked for something silver, while my hands were searching for something cold and smooth at the same time. But no matter where I sought –I even looked in the empty tree trunk– I couldn't find anything.

I pressed my eyes shut to not face the horrible truth. No. It couldn't be true. I didn't want it to be true.

I wrapped my arms around my torso and sobbed. The pain came faster than I had expected and it was stronger than I had remembered it. But I guess this was just my imagination or due to the fact that the last time I felt the pain this extremely was about a hundred seventy years ago… But still, the symptoms were exactly the same…

It was like burning but my body was shaking as if it was ice cold around me. I felt millions of tiny needles stinging me, gouging into my flesh deep and slowly. Breathing was suddenly unbelievably hard, too, as if someone was trying to throttle me. My hand reached up to my neck instinctively but there was nothing. The shaking became stronger with each second…

Then a tall figure appeared in front of my closed eyes. The image was misty at first, but it got clearer and clearer steadily…

He was wearing the white shirt and black trousers that he had always worn. His pale skin was raying bright light like thousands of diamonds; standing in huge contrast to his pitch black hair.

"Chloe," he said with his dark velvet voice and his eyes shined like liquid gold. "Chloe… I'm so sorry." He turned around unbelievably slowly –it was like watching a movie at slow-motion– but his movement was somehow incredibly fast at the same time.

"No," I breathed. I wanted to run after him but I couldn't move. "No, don't go."

He turned his face back to me again. "I love you," he told me before he became smaller and smaller, until he disappeared in the distance…

"No, come back," I begged although I knew that he would never come back, even if he wanted to. "No, don't go… Please, don't go" –I sobbed– "Stay with me… please, stay with me… Adrian…"

"Oh my," a foreign voice suddenly cut through the dead silence with a sigh. I winced and my eyes flashed open. "More than a hundred seventy years have passed and you still bemoan the loss of that guy. How pathetic."

"Wh-who's there?" I stammered. My body was still shaking so I couldn't get up. "Who are you?"

A tall man stepped out of the woods on the other side of the border. He only wore a pair of dirty shorts and a disrupted vest that exposed his bare chest. His skin had a strange complexion. It was dark, almost black, but it was also pale as clay at the same time, so his skin color was strange shade of grey. His hair was bright blond though, it looked like hay. His mouth was pulled to a crocked grin.

"Any bells ringing?" he asked amused and opened his arms wide as if he expected me running to his muscular chest.

I didn't react.

The foreigner sighed in faked disappointment. "Oh my. This hurts. You didn't forget that moron but you did forget me." –he shook his head in disbelieving– "And I thought I had left a permanent impression."

I still didn't react. Who was that guy? I had never met him before, had I? I called every single face that I had seen the last hundred seventy years back in my mind but none of them matched to this one.

He sighed again. "Well, then I guess, I've to help you miserable memory a little bit."

At that moment the thick layer of rain clouds broke apart and exposed a perfect round silver plate in the pitch-black sky. The strange man started shaking and fell to his arms and legs.

I stopped breathing and froze. No. This couldn't be… this mustn't be… No… not here! No!

But I was helpless against the power of nature like I had been a hundred seventy years ago.

A noise that was a mixture of scream and growl escaped through the man's mouth. It was bloodcurdling. Then his hair became lighter and longer. His muscles grew bigger and hairier. The next moment the tall man in front of had disappeared and a giant wolf with fur as silver as the moon above had displaced him.

Do you remember me now? Chloe de Trèfle. The stranger's dark voice raspy echoed in my head.

I couldn't move. "You," I managed to breath after a few seconds.

The wolf made a low husky sound that sounded like a sneering laughter.

Yes, me. I heard the frightening voice in head again. I shuddered. You're still missing you lovely vampire-friend, aren't you? Don't worry. I'll make sure that you'll be with him soon. He said before he crouched down a bit to prepare for an attack.

I know... a friend of mine told me that it'd be cruel of me to stop this chap here... ^^ *evil* I hope you'll forgive me!! .

please review!! ^o^ thx!!

-Mulan-

PS. I need some help again... ^^ I think that there was kind of an "alarm" that always rings when a foreign creature crosses the Quileute's border... but my friend said that I'm hallucinating... XD so I decided to ask you whether I'm right or wrong... please help me!! I need it for my next chap!! thx!! ^o^

oh... and there's still something else... (long PS XDD) erm... I don't really get the meaning of the "Rating"-thing with the stories... (like K, K+ or sth. like that...) could you please tell me?? ^^ I want to do it correctly when I publish my next FanFic ^^ thx!!