A/N: Hey everyone! Here's the next chapter! This is my first fanfic, so please bare with me through my attempts at improving my writing skills. I want to thank everyone who is reading and a special shoutout to MellyMeliza for her awesome review. Woot!
I forgot to do this last time so... DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, Stephenie Meyer does.
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I do a quick two-second check and I don't feel hurt anywhere except my ankle, but I know that physical pain is not what I should be worrying about when I see four bright lights pointing directly at me. I had to get out of here, and fast. I quickly stood up, only letting out a soft groan as I move my ankle. I quickly swing my bag onto my back and prepare to run. Where's my rifle? My question is quickly answered when I hear the rustle of leaves overhead. I watch the gun fall from the tree and I quickly grab it in mid-air. I point it toward the body snatchers, whom I can't see due to the blinding flashlights, and let out a feral growl hoping to scare them off. I know that most of them are scared of us violent 'wild' humans and only their police, Seekers they call them, are actually armed. I don't even give them a chance to react before I run like hell into the forest. After a few steps though, my injured ankle can't take it so I have to switch to hopping on my right foot. I have to find someplace to hide because without the medication, I won't be able to go very far on that ankle.

"Jamie, no!" I hear someone call behind me. I hear rustling in the bushes just a bit farther back than I am now. So, one of them is going after me and they're gaining. Before I can whip around to fire my rifle at the alien, I'm tackled to the ground. It's at this moment I realise I'm a goner and I start hyperventilating. The past three years I've been avoiding them have been wasted. I then pull myself together and start struggling because I'm not going down without a fight. I growl and kick and jerk, trying to get the body snatcher off my back.

"Stop! Stop! I'm human, like you!" The body snatcher shouts from my back. I suddenly get a huge adrenaline rush and before I know it, I'm straddling its chest and my knees are pinning down its arms. Though I wasn't bulky like those other guys and am probably very light, living the hard life I had gave you some pretty strong muscles. The body snatcher doesn't even seem to be fighting anyway.

"Really I'm human!" It repeats.

"You better not be messing with me, body snatcher, or I'll blow your brains out," I threaten before pointing my gun at its head. I usually never was this violent, but in situations like these, you have to become a cold-hearted killer.

I yank the flashlight from its hand and I point it towards its face. I now see that it's a he and has golden tanned skin and shaggy, black curls cascading from the top of his head. His face is kind of angular, but still has some boyish roundness in it. He's probably about my age. Finally, I point the flashlight directly at his eyes. They're a wonderful chocolate brown, so deep I find myself getting lost in them… and they give off no hint of a reflection. Still sceptic, I yank up his head by his hair and shine the flashlight on the back of his neck. No scar there, not even a single scratch. I can't believe it, it seems my dream is finally coming true.

"Are you for real?" I whisper in awe. The boy lets out a soft chuckle.

"Ya, I'm very much real," says the boy of my dreams.

"What's you're name?" I ask, wanting to know the name of the answer to my prayers.

"Jamie, Jamie Stryder," he replies.

I can't help it; I toss the flashlight and rifle aside, lean forward and squeeze the living daylights out of this miracle boy. "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie," I repeat under my breath, caressing each syllable. This is the name of my dream come true. I pull back from Jamie when I realise we're not alone. I pick up the flashlight lying on the grass and turn around, pointing the flashlight at the direction in which I came. The flashlight illuminates two tall and muscular men, one with blonde hair and the other with dark hair. I can see their human because their eyes give off no reflection. Hiding behind the blonde one is a petite woman that could barely pass for eighteen. She peers around the man in front of her and her eyes reflect the light from my flashlight. I quickly pick up my rifle, stand up (with great difficulty) and point my rifle at the cowering figure. I growl. No one's going to mess with my Jamie. Even though I had only just met the guy, I felt the need to protect him from any harm that could come his way.

The blonde steps in front of her and says, "Whoa there, she's with us."

What? These humans have teamed up with a body snatcher?

"Ya," pipes up Jamie behind me. "Wanda's our friend. Don't worry, she wouldn't hurt a fly." He stands up and puts his hand on my shoulder, "You can put the gun down now."

Still processing all this new information, I slowly lower my rifle and relaxed my protective stance. I wince and lean against Jamie as the excitement starts to wear off and pain floods through me.

"Are you okay?" Asks Jamie with concern.

"I-It's just my ankle," I say quietly, trying desperately not to scream in pain.

"Don't worry, we've got medicine in the car," comforts Jamie. "You can come with us. Right Jared?"

The brunette, presumably Jared, steps forward, "Sure, is there anyone else with you?"

"No, I'm alone," I reply. Excitement and relief clouds my mind. I get to stay with them! But where are they taking me? I can't wait to see what happens next!

"Can you walk?" Inquires Jamie. I shake my head. Before I know it, my feet are being whisked up from under me and an arm wraps around my torso. I'm about to cry out when I realise it's Jamie, now carrying me bridal style. I wrap one of my arms around his neck, my other hand still clutching my rifle. It's a short walk back to their car. Jamie plops me down in the middle seat in the back, takes off my backpack and buckles me in. He sits himself down beside me and buckles his seat belt. Jared sits on my other side while the blonde and the alien sit in the front. I'm still wary of the one they call Wanda because she's an alien, but Jamie told me to trust her, so I guess I should. My backpack and my rifle are resting on my lap and my ankle is still throbbing with pain.

"Wanda, could you pass me the first aid kit?" Jamie asks the alien. She passes back a bag similar to mine. Jamie opens it up and pulls out a bottle I'm all too familiar with. "Here you go," he says as he hands me a strip of No Pain. I place it on my tongue and almost sigh in relief as I immediately start to feel the pain leaving my body. "That's all we can give you for now," says Jamie. "You'll have to wait to get back to the cave so Doc can treat you properly."

Doc? Cave? There are more of them? My surprise must be obvious on my face because the blonde in the front starts laughing. "Surprised, aren't you? There are lots lore of us. We all live in a series of tunnels and caves in the desert. Ian's the name by the way," he greets me with a warm smile. "And this here is my beautiful girlfriend Wanda." Wanda turns around and greets me with a shy smile and quiet "hello." I stare at her sceptically. "Don't you worry about her," Ian states. "She's the nicest girl around. She even got us out of a few tight fixes. But enough about us, how did you get yourself all the way up in that tree with that hurt ankle?"

"It's a long story," I reply.

"We have lots of time to kill before we arrive home," states Jamie. "Thirsty?" he then offers me a water and I take it gratefully. I open the lid and take a long swig, relishing the pure and clean taste of it. I then snuggle close to Jamie and take his hand, afraid that if I let go my dream might slip away. All eyes are on me now (except for Wanda who's driving, fortunately). I take a deep breath and I begin to tell my story.

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