So, I sort of dropped off the word with this one, but I'm back. This chapters not the greatest, but the next one will be better. Promise! Review please!!!!

Cara:

With Jake back home, life seemed to go back to normal. No more hospital visits just walk right up to his bedroom. I tried to avoid Billy at all costs-like sneaking through the back door when I knew he was in the living room. But there were those rare occasions when –crap- there was a standoff in the hall. Like the Alamo or something.

No Billy that Wednesday though, Jake was up and back to school. He hated it, I could tell. Probably spoiled by being waited on and sleeping in. Kids came up to him, asking where he'd been, how he felt, stuff like that and he'd just smile and say "Been better"

Last class of the day- physics- was the only one we didn't have together. It went by the slowest, my teacher's voice droning on and on like a bee in my ear.

But that Wednesday was different. The bell rang and I took my seat in the middle of the classroom next to an extremely hyper girl name Amber. The professor walked in, five minutes late as usual but trailing behind him was somebody new.

With hair so dark it was almost blue and eyes that weren't quite normal he seemed familiar. His skin was pale- paler than the Cullens'- and you can see the slight build under his cotton shirt. Amber sat suddenly straighter and was practically drooling on the desk top.

"Class, this is Stefan. He'll be joining us from now on. Take a seat, Stefan" He smiled and it sent a chill up my spine.

Stefan walked with a feline grace, something definitely not normal for Forks' kids. Heads turned as he walked towards the back of the room. They didn't get many new students and three in one month was probably like a sign of the apocalypse. When he saw me staring, he winked and flashed a toothy grin.

All through the class, I could feel his eyes on the back of my head. I fidgeted but was afraid to turn the around. There was something not right about Stefan. Was that even his name?

His pale skin, dark eyes- which were probably contacts- and stealthy walk were all adding up to something in my head but the wheels just weren't turning. Maybe they mean it when they say eating a healthy breakfast gives you brain power. All I had eaten was a grape.

I jumped in my seat, startling Amber, as she slid a piece of folded paper onto my notebook. She pointed behind me and I could see the jealousy in her eyes as a huge lump wedged in my throat.

My hands were shaking slightly as I unfolded the paper and I had the urge to laugh at myself. It was just a note, what was so bad and dangerous about that? Unless he put anthrax in it or something I was pretty sure a few words scrawled on a page were nothing to be afraid of.

I swallowed audibly and read the words- twice.

Hello, Little One. You have something that belongs to me and I am going to get it back. In the mean time, however, I would highly consider leaving town… Things are going to get ugly. Stefan- though I assume you know that's not my real name.

Something that looked sickeningly like blood was smudged along the bottom of the page, like a signature. My stomach lurched and I felt sick, clutching the table for dear life. I did not want to be unconscious while he was around.

Something that belongs to him?... oh, the necklace. I realized suddenly that I couldn't smell him when he walked into the room or as he walked past, I couldn't smell him now. And he'd called me Little One, just like he had in the woods.

I glanced at the clock- ten minutes to go. The longest ten minutes of my life!

God, I wished Jake or even Paul were in my class. In those ten minutes, I had never felt so incredibly alone in my life. Even with all the other students.

All the other students! They didn't know what I knew, they'd try to befriend him and trust him probably- until he bit into their jugular vein. But by then, it might be too late. Just what the Cullens' had feared and now Jake, Paul and I had a job to do.

I was at the door as soon as the bell rang, Amber glancing around wildly, wondering where I had gone. Stefan sat back in his seat and saluted, again with that creepy slow grin. I shivered.

Come on, Jake… where are you?! I thought, looking up and down the crowded hall until finally, I spotted his shaggy dark hair and tanned face poking up above the crowd.

"Cara?" He was automatically worried, easily picking up on the high level of stress I was under. I was border line panic attack. His eyes locked on something behind me and I could just tell by the way his jaw snapped shut that he knew.

"Come on" I grabbed his hand and pulled him in the opposite direction from the lab. The note was still clutched in my other hand and I held it so tightly, it crinkled.

"Hey- whoa! Okay" Paul yelped as I snatched his sleeve and pulled him along too, barely looking at him as I made my way toward the car. I could still feel Stefan's eyes on me.

Jacob started the car, the engine roaring to life louder than all the others. He pulled out of the lot and headed toward home, cell phone in hand. Paul was asking what the problem was from the back and I tossed him the crumpled piece of paper.

"It's Jacob… yeah, well, we have a problem at the school… no, nobody died yet. Great way to be optimistic… he's enlisted as a student. Saw him with my own eyes" Jacob rolled his eyes at something from the other end and the cold chill I had felt melted a little.

"Sure, sure… bye" With a sigh, he slid the phone into his pocket and rested his hand lightly on my knee. In the rearview mirror, Paul was staring at the paper with a face that I normally would have laughed at.

Then he just burst out laughing, as if eminent disaster was the most hilarious thing in the world. I turned in my seat and glared.

"This is serious, Paul" I said and he choked back another bought of booming laughter.

"I know, Little One. That's why I had to laugh… to make it less depressing than it alrea-" But Paul got cut off as something- or someone- rammed into the back of the Rabbit.

The tires screeched against the pavement as the car went sliding. Jake cursed loudly and jerked the wheel to the left, keeping it on the road. Poor Jake, first day out and he was already in trouble.

It came again, from the side this time and we teetered on two wheels for a sickeningly long minute. I held the door handle with everything I had, suddenly looking down at Jake as Paul went flying against the door.

We landed back on the road and Jake pressed on the gas, pushing his beat up, make-shift truck as fast as it could go. There was a streak of white outside my window and when I looked, I could just make out that cocky grin.

I shrieked as one of the back windows busted in, glass spraying everywhere as yet another hit spun the car almost all the way around. Bracing myself, I waited for the next hit but it never came. Suddenly, it all stopped.

Jake didn't slow though, he floored it all the way to the first houses of La Push. I looked back and just standing there, was Stefan, staring after us from the border line. Weird, I thought but didn't think about it too much.

I'd have plenty of time to think about it later, but until later rolled around, I would just work on getting my heart to beat right.