I do not own Blood and Chocolate, nor do I own Twilight. Characters from these books probably won't be appearing in here, so really the books were only inspiration. I DO own my characters however.

Lyrics in story are Led Zepplin: "Houses of the Holy" and "No Quarter"

"Bring it On Home" by Led Zepplin

Paulette:

About fifteen minutes later I heard the front door slam. I turned around sharply, my nerves still shot from my encounter. Layla rubbed her hands in the sleeves of her sweater.

"Paulette, are you crazy?" she said. "It's like thirty degrees. Come inside."

"I can't move," I said barely able to make the words to do so. She sighed and grabbed my arm forcing me to my feet. I kept staring at the spot I'd been teleported to, where Red and I talked.

"Jonas said you've been out here for a while," she said. I looked over my shoulder. Of course her gigantic hot boyfriend was standing right there. He was never more than three feet away from her. He gave a silent wave. I gave a subtle nod, ignoring his deep inhale that I figured was because of impatience. "Something wrong?"

"Yes," I said. She waited for more of an explanation. I couldn't give one. What was I going to say? I was stalked home by someone who could cut the brakes of a bus and magically appear from one place to the next?

"Was it something that happened at work?" Layla guessed.

"Sort of," I mumbled. Another pause.

"Are you going to tell me about it?"

"Probably not," I deducted.

"Why not?"

"It's too weird," I said looking at the ground.

"Are you alright?" Jonas said. I was momentarily stunned that Jonas actually had the ability to talk. He clammed up around my family. I found the strength to give him a curious glance.

"I think so," I said.

"You're sure?" he insisted. Okay, that was just weird. I forced myself to stand against the will of my stiff joints. Layla followed behind me.

"Yeah. I'm sure," I said. "Thanks." With that I went inside the house, completely skipping dinner, only stopping to let my parents see that I'd come home alive. Then I went straight to my room and collapsed on the bed. Sleep came surprisingly easy to me.

Layla:

After Paulette left I stayed there on the porch. Jonas stepped down the first couple steps and sat down beside me. I scooted closer to him for warmth, not quite ready to go inside. He leaned right back up against me. We sat shoulder to shoulder in a comfortable silence, but soon my thoughts were too distracting to keep to myself.

"You're awful chatty," I said to him.

"What?" Jonas laughed.

"You never talk to my family, unless you have to," I said nudging him. He sighed and became serious.

"Layla, something is wrong with your sister," he said. I scoffed at him.

"Yeah, you're telling me," I laughed.

"No. I mean, she doesn't smell right," he said. This immediately caught my attention. Jonas shook his head and huffed through his nose as if he was trying to get the smell out. He rubbed his nose on his sleeve. I mean, "She smelled kind of... weird."

"Weird? What? Is she sick?"

"No. It just smells like she's been around something. It's probably nothing," Jonas said cringing. I looked at him funny. He took a deep breath ready to change the subject. He nudged me with a knowing smile. "Guess what?" His face was exaggeratedly happy.

Uh oh.

"What?" I said suspiciously.

"My pack wants to meet you," he said. I felt my eyes widen. My heart beat in heavy thuds on my sternum. "That's a good thing."

"I can't meet your family," I blurted.

"Why not? You know Tommy and Katrina," Jonas said.

"Yeah, but..." I almost said they don't like me. It wasn't anything personal against me. It was against humans in general. It was my experience that every werewolf felt that way, except for Lone Wolves and the ones their attracted to.

"But what?" Jonas said. "I'm over here all the time. I want you to meet my dad and everyone else."

"Who's everyone exactly?" I asked. Jonas looked up, searching his thoughts for the gigantic list of names.

"Well, there's my dad, Tommy, Katrina, Lance, Katrina's younger brother. Her mom, Cindy. Her dad, Carl. Then there's Tommy's grandfather Sloan. There's Chandler, Rain and Bree..."

"How many people are there?" I interrupted.

"Twenty-three," Jonas answered. I felt myself go pale. Jonas laughed at me like I was trying to be funny. He held me closer. "Don't worry. I won't let the big bad wolves get you."

"I'm not worried about them getting me. I'm worried about saying something stupid. I could totally embarrass myself. And I'm the human. I'm the odd man out," I said.

"You have nothing to worry about. Once they see how great you are they'll be teasing you and driving you crazy like you're one of their own," he said. I gave him an uneasy look. Jonas kissed me on the cheek, making me smile against my will. He settled that my smile meant I felt better, even though I was still utterly terrified.

Jonas glanced at his cell phone. The blue light cast a glow. We saw the time and both sighed.

"Don't go," I complained jokingly.

"Trust me, I wouldn't if I didn't have to. I'll be here in the morning," he said. He stood up and pulled me up with him. We kissed good-bye and hugged a final time. He tossed his keys in the air and stuffed them in his pocket. He got into his rusty pick up and drove off.

I couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in my chest.

Paulette:

But it didn't last. In the middle of the night I heard the faintest sound. It was music. Very, very familiar music. It came and went getting louder and quiet again until I couldn't hear anything at all. I was about to write it off as nothing and turn over in my bed again when it came again. It was a familiar guitar tune. I knew this song.

"...From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go
From the door comes Satan's daughter, and it only goes to show..." I sang along to the strumming of an electric guitar.

My brow furrowed. Who was listening to Led Zepplin? My dad had gotten called back to work. I, for one, was a huge classic rock fan. It could very well be mine. Had I left my MP3 player on? No, it was downstairs on the counter with nothing but headphones. There was no way I could hear it from way up here even if I had left it on.

I rolled out of bed to investigate

I opened the door to the hallway. The music didn't fade to silence like it did before. It came to a dead stop. Whatever it was, someone turned it off. With that I was satisfied. I turned to my bedroom door again and gripped the handle.

Then a new song started to play. I froze in place while I calculated the next familiar song. Slowly the words came to mind.

"... Close the door, put out the light.
You know they won't be home tonight.
The snow falls hard and don't you know?
The winds of Thor are blowing cold..." I sang under my breath, not particularly well.

It was just to help me figure out what song was being played. It was another Led Zepplin song. "No Quarter," I realized out loud. The music stopped again without fading. I opened the my bedroom door having enough of the phantom music, then suddenly I was pushed harshly inside.

Rock on.