Disclaimer- The fabulous characters of my story, with the exclusion of a few, belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer and come from her Twilight series.

Calli jerked up violently, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Calli!"

She felt Jacob sit up quickly next to her. She was gasping, choking back loud sobs. She felt Jacob's arms wrap around her.

"Calli? Calli are you ok? Calli!"

She jumped up, breaking his hold on her and ran to the door, throwing it open and darting toward the bathroom.

"Calli!" Carlisle exclaimed as she ran right into him.

She moved around him and continued toward the bathroom, ignoring everyone's questioning stares. She was coughing at this point, hacking violently.

She got to the bathroom and opened the door, going to the sink and turning the water on. She cupped her hand and filled it with water, then put it in her mouth, swishing it around and spitting it out, still coughing.

"What happened?" she heard Carlisle demand.

"I think she fell asleep. Calli!"

She kept taking more and more water, swishing it around and spitting it out. She felt Jacob's warm hand on her shoulder.

All of a sudden her mind was assaulted with painful images. She heard Samuel's laughter in her head.

The mouthful of water she had came out in a rush as she cried out. She grabbed her head, squeezing her eyes shut, and turned around, sliding her back down the counter so she was sitting on the floor.

"Calli look at me!"

Images of the Cullen's, of Jacob, being killed by Samuel filled her mind. She saw what he wanted to do to them, and she screamed as if in pain.

"Calli! Open your eyes!"

"Stop!" she screamed, her voice full of agony.

The images stopped immediately. She sat, still holding her head in her hands, her eyes squeezed shut, for just a moment before she remembered why she was in the bathroom in the first place.

She jumped back up, turning to the sink again. She felt someone grip her arms and spin her around. She realized she was still coughing violently.

"Calli! Calli, calm down! Look at me. Look at me!"

She looked up into Carlisle's face, gasping loudly.

"That's right, look at me. Just calm down. Calm down," he said soothingly.

She took deep breaths, trying to get herself under control. She saw Jacob standing behind Carlisle, his eyes wide with concern. She turned her eyes away and looked at the floor.

"Calli look at me."

She kept looking down for awhile before looking back up at Carlisle warily.

"Are you ok?"

She stared for a minute before nodding weakly.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded again.

"We're going to go downstairs now, alright?"

She just stood there unmoving, saying nothing. She could feel her whole body shaking.

"Jacob," she heard Carlisle murmur quietly.

Jacob pushed past Carlisle and came to wrap his arms around her.

"It's ok. It's ok, I'm here. It's ok," he said quietly next to her ear.

She collapsed into his body. Strangled sobs escaped her mouth, and she felt him hold her tighter.

"Shhh, it's ok."

She could hear the pain in his voice, and it only made her feel worse.

She felt him begin to walk, pulling her along with him. When he realized she wasn't walking he scooped her up in his arms and carried her downstairs, placing her gently on the couch and sitting down next to her. He wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her to his chest.

She stayed that way, unmoving, and felt the shaking slow down more and more, until finally it stopped and she was completely still.

"Are you ok?" Jacob whispered.

She nodded against his chest and he pulled away from her, putting his hand under her chin and raising her head to look at him. Seeing his face, his concern, was painful and relieving all at the same time. Samuel's words came back to her and she flinched.

His hand cupped her cheek and he looked at her intently. "Nothing is going to happen to you. I swear." His voice was fierce, his eyes burning with the sincerity she could hear. "Do you understand me?"

She closed her eyes, choking back another sob. When she opened them again Jacob was still staring at her.

"Do you understand?"

She looked into his eyes for a moment before nodding weakly. She finally looked around the room. Everyone was there, standing, watching her carefully. Her eyes darted down to the floor, the images Samuel had put in her mind coming back to her.

"What happened Calli?" Carlisle finally asked.

"I…I fell asleep," she choked out.

"What did you see? Why did you rush to the bathroom like that? What happened?" This time it was Jacob questioning her rapid fire.

She looked into his eyes again, and the memory of Samuel kissing her flooded her mind. A small sob escaped her lips and she looked down at the floor.

"Tell us what happened Calli," Carlisle said gently.

"He," she paused, unable to say it. "He kissed me," she finally croaked.

She felt Jacob's arms, which were still wrapped around her, stiffen. She kept her eyes to the ground, refusing to look up at him.

"It was only a dream," Carlisle said firmly.

Calli looked up at him. "These are not just dreams! He is connected to me. It's not like a normal dream!"

"But he never touched you Calli. He never laid a hand on you."

"He might as well have!" She automatically reached up and wiped her hand over her lips, as if she could erase it.

Jacob grabbed her hand. "He didn't touch you Calli. He's never going to touch you."

She finally looked up at him. His eyes looked tortured. She knew this was killing him, and that killed her.

"I…I'm…"

He put his finger to her lips. "No! Don't you dare. You did not do anything."

"What happened in your dream Calli?"

Calli looked over at Carlisle. He came and sat beside her on the couch.

"He followed me," she said quietly.

"What do you mean 'he followed you'?" Esme asked gently, coming to sit beside Carlisle. Everyone else remained standing.

"He told me…he told me that he went to Seattle to look for someone new to change. He said that he never cared about the people that he changed. That he just went and chose them randomly whenever he felt like it. He called it…a hobby." She saw Edward and Carlisle exchange a look.

"He saw me going to work one day. He said he…" she choked on the words. "He said he felt something for me," she finally forced out. "He said he never felt anything for anyone." She stopped talking. Remembering their conversation was almost as bad as having it.

"What else?" Carlisle prodded.

"He said his powers didn't work on me. He told me that had only happened once before. He said he was…intrigued with me. So he followed me around for weeks. He was trying to figure out why I was different from everyone else. He followed me that day…to the reservation. He said he was debating changing me. Then he just decided to do it. But he got…interrupted." She looked over at Jacob, but he was looking down at the floor.

"He said his powers didn't work on you before he changed you?" Carlisle questioned.

"Yes."

"And he said this had happened before?"

"He said once in his…existence."

"Did he say when? Who? Did he elaborate?" Carlisle persisted.

"No, all he said was that it happened once before. Why? That hardly seems like the issue here," she said in an annoyed tone.

Carlisle and Edward exchanged a glance before he spoke. "That night…the night you saw Samuel…Edward could read his mind. Jasper could feel him. Their abilities worked on him."

"I…I don't understand. You said that your… abilities or whatever didn't work on me," she said angrily.

"They don't," Edward said simply.

"But they worked on him?"

"Yes."

"So what does that mean? I don't understand…his doesn't make any sense."

"Calli, there must be something that is…different about you. Samuel's powers didn't work on you when you were…before. But Edward's, Jasper's, they work on him despite what he is. Which means there is some other reason their abilities have no effect on you."

"Different? Different how?"

"We have no idea," he sighed.

The room was silent for a minute.

"What did he say that scared you so badly?" Jacob said quietly.

She was silent for a long time before answering. "The truth," she said in a choked whisper, refusing to look at him as she spoke.

"What? What did he say?" Carlisle demanded.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore!" Calli said loudly and jumped up, going toward the stairs.

"No!" Jacob almost growled.

She felt him grab her arm and she was spun around, facing him.

"Tell us what he said," he demanded quietly.

"I don't want to…"

"Tell me!"

She looked him in the eye for a moment before answering. "He said a lot of things! He asked me which was worse, the fact that part of me wanted to go to him, or the fact that he knew it!" she shouted. "And he's right, some warped, screwed up part of my mind screams at me to go to him!"

Jacob just stood, unmoving, looking at her.

Her face changed from angry to agonized. "He told me he'll kill all of you if I don't go to him!" she shouted again, looking around the room before her eyes met Jacob's again. "And I think it's time I started listening!" She turned and ran up the stairs, slamming the door hard.

Jacob stood there for a minute, frozen in place. He finally turned slowly, looking at Carlisle. "He's breaking her," he choked out.

Carlisle was silent, a grim look on his face.

"He's breaking her and you know it…if he hasn't already!"

"Jacob, I think you'd better go up there," said Alice.

"I don't think…"

"She's right. Calli thinks we're in more danger now. She might think her only choice is to go to him," Carlisle interrupted quietly, looking him in the eye.

Jacob looked at him, his eyes widening, for only a second before he darted up the stairs and to Calli's door. He opened it quickly and saw her there, sitting on the bed, her knees curled up to her chest, looking out the window. She didn't even look toward the door when it opened.

He closed it quietly and just stood there, watching her, but she never looked at him. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, but she still didn't move.

He sat there like that for a long time before he finally scooted closer to her. He put his hand against her cheek and she closed her eyes, swallowing hard.

"I won't let him hurt you," he said quietly.

She finally turned to look at him. "He won't stop," she whispered.

"He will never touch you."

She stared at him intently before responding. "He won't stop unless I go to him."

Jacob's expression turned quickly to anger and he jumped up. "No!" he roared furiously.

Calli shook her head. "You don't understand, he will…"

"You are not going anywhere near him!"

Calli jumped up and went to stand in front of him. "I am putting you in danger! Everyone around me is in danger! He will not stop!" She emphasized each word in the last sentence.

"He won't…"

"You haven't seen the things I've seen Jacob! You don't know what he can do! This is fun for him! I'm not going to let everyone else…no, I'm not going to let anyone be killed because of me!" she screamed.

Jacob felt himself begin to shake, the anger overtaking him. He stared at her and clenched his fists.

"All he wants is me," Calli choked out.

"No!" he shouted. "I will die before I let him touch you!"

"No you won't! I won't let you!" she shouted back.

Jacob felt the spasms coming on, but his anger only continued to rise.

"Jacob! Go outside! Now!"

Jacob spun around to see Edward standing in the doorway. He growled loudly and ran out the door and down the stairs, throwing the front door open and darting out toward the trees.

When he reached them he stripped his clothes off and ran full speed.

And in seconds he was running on four legs, everything flying past him in a blur. He pumped his legs furiously, trying to work out all of his anger in the run. He thought of Calli and howled loudly, his pain evident in the sound.

"He is doing this on purpose," Edward said softly after Calli had calmed down and sat back on the bed.

Calli looked toward the window, remaining silent.

"This is exactly what he wants. This is a game for him. He wants to create strain between you and Jacob. Between you and the rest of us. He is playing with your mind."

"You know he's dangerous," she said quietly, turning toward him. "If something happens to you guys because of me…"

"Nothing will happen to us," Edward said firmly.

"How can you fight him?"

"You have to trust us. All of us. Don't let him do this to you. Don't let him win."

"All he wants is me," she murmured.

"That's not going to happen Calli," Carlisle said, appearing behind Edward.

"If that's what it takes…"

"No." Carlisle said firmly.

"He won't stop."

"He's not going to win."

Calli sat at the edge of the trees, her knees pulled up to her chest, her head resting on her knees. She looked aimlessly into the trees, staring at nothing. She lifted her head and glanced quickly at the porch to see Alice sitting there, watching her.

She hadn't been left alone since early this morning when she had woken from the dream. She knew they thought she was going to take off. Part of her wanted to. She couldn't stand to see any of them hurt because of her.

She raised her head up to look at the darkening sky and sighed heavily. She put her head back on her knees and looked back toward the trees.

Samuel was right. She was putting everyone in danger. She knew he wouldn't stop, that eventually he would start coming after them.

The image of him kissing her pushed its way into her thoughts, and she felt like coughing and hacking up all over again. It made her feel sick…dirty.

They could say it was only a dream all they wanted. She knew it was just as if he had been there, touching her. She felt like she had done something wrong…she felt like she had betrayed Jacob. The thought of him brought on even more pain.

Because he was right about Jacob. That particular thought made Calli wince and she closed her eyes, trying to fight back the onslaught of more pain.

She couldn't give him any kind of life; not the one he deserved anyway. It wasn't fair to him to keep pretending that she could. She was being selfish. He deserved to be with someone he could have a future with. And that wasn't her.

The thought of being without him made her feel like she was drowning. Imagining her life without him was agony. She couldn't even begin to think how she could go on not seeing him, not being with him. He was her life. She didn't know how to imagine a world that didn't include her with him.

She thought about leaving him, and suddenly her ascension didn't scare her quite as much. If she couldn't be with him, then dying during it seemed better than living any kind of life without him. She knew that Jacob would try and fight. That he wanted to fight Samuel, that he would fight everything.

But Samuel wanted her. Only her. And she was willing to trade that for the lives of everyone she cared about. Everyone she loved.

She sighed and opened her eyes again. She trembled, wincing in pain and putting her head in her hands. The pain was bad today. She had been having spasms most of the day.

She stayed like that for a long time, holding her head in her hands and trying to force the pain to go away.

Before she knew what had happened she was standing, Jacob's hands gripping both of her own. She looked up into his eyes. She knew her eyes held all the pain she could feel.

She expected to see the same tortured expression in his that had been there this morning. She expected him to be angry, to be furious. But his eyes were full of determination. He stared at her for a minute before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

The rational part of her brain told her to push him away, to stop prolonging what she now knew was inevitable.

But that part could not push away what she felt for him. She knew nothing could. And she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself close to him.

He kissed her intensely for a minute before pulling his lips away and wrapping her in his arms. She pressed her face to his chest and closed her eyes, trying desperately to fight away the pain she felt.

He held her like that for a few minutes before pulling away and looking down into her eyes.

"Never Calli," he said fiercely.

She went to say something but he put his finger to her lips, staring at her intently.

"Never."