Dear Readers,

Finally the Fourth installment. Sorry it took me so long, college classes are wearing me out! Phew!

Well I hope you know this story idea is mine, however Stephanie Myers, does own Twilight, and I unfortunately do not. She also owns the characters. Oh Nibbles... However I do own Kee and any other O.C.s I will create during my story.

I hope you are taking a look at DevilishDesire's story Just Take A Chance, because two of her O.C.s do appear in my story later on. She is a little a head of me in these stories.

So please bare with me.

Okay, just so you know I tried my damn-est to make this long.

I hope you enjoy.

Chapter Four: What the hell just happened?

I won't say I've never gotten lost.

In fact, I have no sense of direction whatsoever, so I almost always get lost.

But…

I don't think it's ever been as bad as this.

For the past hour or three, not sure anymore, I had been tripping on random roots, and dodging low branches, which of course with my luck, caused me to be hit in the face with even lower branches. It had been only green, green and more green.

It reminded me of those ecofriendly commercials, the whole Go Green message.

But taken too literally.

I don't think I would have minded this stuff so much, if it hadn't been for the bugs..

So many bugs.

I mean, yes, I got hit in the face with sharp, pointy branches, that would probably leave a few scratches and yes, I tripped a lot on the roots of those huge ass trees, and yes I was lost.

But the bugs are what made this adventure the absolute worse!

I don't know why it never occurred to me that bugs could appear in a forest. But there I was with random bugs flying in my face and crawling on me. A caterpillar even had the nerve to attack my shoulder.

How very dare it!

Now I know someone would probably interject and say Yo Kee , chill out man. It's a caterpillar. But I'll explain.

See, my fear of bugs started when I walked past the living room, where my sister, Migsi, just happened to have on the Discovery Channel.

Now anyone who knows me, knows I hate the Discovery Channel for a million reasons… Namely the whole Elephant mating segment…that happened when I was 5…

Thinking about it just makes me shiver…

But anyways, one would wonder why I would stop then, if I had clearly saw that it was the Discovery Channel.

Why not walk past it?

Well back then I thought I could still semi-trust this channel, but I was proven that I couldn't after this.

There were just red ants carrying crumbs, and rocks and stuff.. Then came the most scaring, the red ants were actually fire ants and went about going inside this human body... And well now I've kind of associated all bugs to be bad, from that fateful afternoon, even ladybugs…

And I used to really love ladybugs…

Now as said before, I don't very much like bugs… Or rather I'm deathly afraid of them, so when that caterpillar attacked me, I freaked out and ran…

I have no clue in what direction but... I ran.

Probably screaming at the top of my lungs…

And somehow I ended up, in a clearing of sorts. Well it wasn't a clearing, but rather a large backyard. I call it a backyard because in the distance there seemed to be a house, it seemed yellow from where I was, but I could have been wrong.

It looked homey and warm, but for some reason I would not step near it. And it didn't help that now the light drizzle that I had been traveling through became sharp rain drops hitting down on my head hard.

I imagine this was the type of house the Three Bears lived in. And that I was Goldie Locks.

But I didn't want to try to find out if anything was "just right".

Now what could I do?

I settled down on the idea of slowly backing away from it. And this is what I did, up until the point where I felt my body hit something. It felt furry, and warm, unnaturally warm, scolding hot. I pushed it to the back of my mind, and tried to play it off as my imagination playing tricks on me, and then I heard a snort. It was if instead of a snort there was a voice, the voice of someone I had never heard before… Run

For the first time in ages, I felt my legs pumping underneath me, and I refused to look back. I learned from the best horror films ever released, that to look back was a death sentence. And behind me I could hear the snorting, the growling. Then it stopped… For ten whole minutes.

Now you think my fine education of horror films, would have come to me at this point, but it didn't. Like an idiot, I stopped, and I turned around, instead of running till I got back to Auntie Sue's house and was safe under my blanket.

I found myself tackled to the wet grass, having the wind knocked right out of me and a sharp pain shooting from the back of my skull. I tried squirming. But I let my body go limp, upon the realization that I was held fast to the ground, my wrists aching from the weight of the animal above me.

But strangely enough, I didn't feel paws around my wrist.

I felt hands instead, nails digging deep into the flesh of my wrist, causing me to hiss quietly in pain.

I swallowed and tried my best to put on my brave face, gritting my teeth as the dull ache coming from the back of head got stronger.

I looked up, square into the chest of what I believe to be a well-toned male.

A very well-toned male.

And instead of thinking, Oh god I'm going to die... all that had crossed my mind was, Am I seriously this short? … And hey sexy! If this was a text conversation this would have some serious winky faces.

"Tell me what you want leech." The well-toned chest rumbled to me.

"Wha…?" I gulped and shook my head, trying to clear my head.

Seriously Kee, you might possibly have been caught by a serial killer, or something, and you can't even stop looking at this man's chest, for five minutes? Inner-Me shouted from inside.

But really, how could I not, it was gorgeous, like chiseled marble.

Total drool moment.

Wait a … What did he just call me?

"Don't play dumb with me Leech. What are you doing here? Your kind knows better. You're not supposed to cross the line " Said the voice owned by the well-tone chest above me.

Leech.. That so didn't come out of that very sexy chest... Did it?

"Maybe it's a newborn. I mean look at it's' eyes." A different voice interjected, just as deep, but less cold.

Newborn? Now hey! I'm pretty sure, though I'm not as developed as most girls, I am no newborn.

"It could just be hungry. But it sure doesn't smell like one…" another voice said, male, his words filled with curiosity.

There was a slight twitch from the body above me. "You're right."

"Of course they're right. I smell nothi ng like a leech." I mumbled, but it goes unnoticed.

"Maybe it's the rain."

There was some muttering after that, and I couldn't help but feel agitation consuming me.

Why did I have to be pinned? Insulted? Have my breast size in question? Be told I smell like a leech? Wait do leeches even have smells?

"It's a small thing isn't it?"

It…

Man do I hate that word…

It..

That word always reminds me of my mother. The mother who never wants me. The mother who would rather kill herself then be in the same room as me. The mother who..

Immediately I bit my tongue and kicked up, right into the Well-toned chest's berries, catching him off guard. I shiver from the loss of warmth that Well-tonedhad provided, and the combination of the ice cold, the rain has thrown onto me.

I sit up and come face to face with a pair of dark brown eyes, narrowed in pain and anger. I don't know why I didn't start running, it was like he had me pinned once again to the wet ground. But I grit out, feeling the pain in my right leg, "I am no leech." I narrowed my eyes, trying my best to muster up all the anger I felt at the word It, at being pinned, at my hurt leg, and throbbing of my head.

I blinked through the blurring lines that were now becoming my vision.

I got a better look at the person whom I named Well-toned.

He was of obvious Native American descent, with russet-colored skin and black hair, something I couldn't help but inwardly flinch at, because immediately I saw my older brother, Nahuel looking back at me. His hair was cropped, like a solider, making me think of Seth, and whether or not the barber in La Push, knew about the word Varity. He wore no shirt, not that a shirt could hide the muscular, thick, tone-ness of his chest. I stopped myself from drooling outwardly, but couldn't help but inwardly going to total fan-girl mode at how cute he was. But I promptly shook my head, gaining a little bit of the sense I had lost.

I looked back up, meeting his eyes. Big Mistake.

I felt raw under his primal eyes, hard chocolate glaring down at me. Somehow even while sitting, he towered over me a good two feet, at least that's how I felt.

I bit the inside of my cheek hard, and shifted uncomfortably on my bottom, unable to stay still. Why didn't I run when I had the chance? I mentally asked myself, as I felt his eyes roam over my face, and stopped myself from physically flinching.

It wasn't often I had someone look at me. No one cared to even acknowledge me, except the freak with white hair, the albino…It…

I felt his eyes rest on the soft pink of the scar under my right eye, causing me to reach up and try and cover it with my hair. Usually I would be proud of my scar. I believe strongly in the quote by Chris Cleave "A scar means, 'I survived'." However the ways his eyes bore into my flesh made me feel as if I had somehow created a taboo to have such a blemish, though he, himself, had a tattoo, formed into a circle, clustered with Native American chaos and meaning.

He continued to stare, only for me to realize a little too late, I was covering the small white scars that covered my hand. I withdrew my hand and turned my head, leaving my face to be covered by my hair, and forced my hands into the wet grass, caking them with mud.

I felt anger shove itself into my blushing cheeks.

How dare he stare at me like that!

Make me feel ashamed?

Make my scars worthless?

I grinded my dull nails against the soft earth, trying to take slow and deep breaths. After the fourth one, I finally had calmed down enough to give him my eyes again. I tried to keep calm, but the throbbing in my head, the sharpness and sore in my leg, caused my eyes to prickle with baby-tears.

So I tried blinking away what further added onto my shame, and flinched when I noticed his fingers coming towards my face.

I turned my head, wiping my eyes, mentally scolding myself for my weakness.

Without a word, he and his friends had left.

By the time I got to Auntie Sue's, it was night.

I was wet and too sore to climb the tree, so I went through the front door.

Thankfully no one was home. Drained, I peeled off my clothing, and kicked off my underwear before climbing under my still un-made comforter, and closing my eyes.

It was the first time in a long time, where I didn't need my I-pod to lull me to bed. There was no Moonlight Sonata or Sleep by Plumb, nor was there New Light by Michelle Laughlin.

There was just the sound of the rain falling hard to the ground, making the beat of a song, I can barely remember and the sound of one lone wolf howling, even though there was no moon, thinking What the hell just happened back there?