I do not in any way, shape, or form own Twilight. I do own the plot and Elizabeth Angelica Hallow is a character of my own creation though.

— Thud. Thud. Thud. —

Trembling, I went to the eye hole and peeped out. Standing outside my door was an incredibly tall, incredible buff, (maybe a bit hot) Native American. Maybe Jacob had sent him?

"Jacob?" I asked. Although I doubted it.

"Yes. Let me in." Came his gruff reply. Hesitantly, I opened the door and was immediately lifted off the ground into a lung crushing hug.

"Can't breathe." I gasped and he set me down. I looked up at him. This wasn't the Jacob Black I had remembered. Well, he was twelve then. I reminded myself. A lot of things can happen in six years. A lot of things.

"I didn't know if you would come." I whispered.

"Of course I would." Came his instantaneous response. "Now let's get you out of here." I nodded and he looked around the room.

"Nice place." He commented.

"Shut up." I said immediately and smiled, just like old times. "It was cheap and I needed a place to sleep." I went and grabbed my backpack out of the bathroom. While I did he examined the room, when I came back he raised his eyebrows and gestured to the desk that had been turned on it's side and pushed against the wall.

"It's to keep anyone from looking in from there." He than picked up one of the five empty ax cans laying on the ground.

"Ax?" He asked.

"To block my scent." At this he raised his head and looked at me.

"Angel," He said gently, "You said something has been following you. What?" He asked. "You can trust me."

I looked at him and than felt tears begin to prick my eyes again, angrily, I rubbed them away and took a breath, "It's not that I don't trust you." I said, "It's that I don't want you getting hurt."

He paused and than looked into my eyes, he took my right hand in his, looking at it and running his hands over the once broken, now disfigured bones, "A secret for a secret?"

I just looked at him, not understanding.

"I'll tell you my biggest secret, if you promise not to tell, and if you think you can than trust me, you tell me what's been following you."

I grimaced, "Deal." What secret could he possibly have that could equal mine?

He led me to the chair and sat me down. "Angel, you know all the Quileute legends right?" I nodded.

"Remember the stories, of the Protectors." Suddenly I sat upright.

"They're true." I breathed. I had always hoped, always dreamed that maybe I would actually be protected and safe because my family could do so. But I never thought that they were true. I only thought of the danger I would be bringing my family.

He looked confused and nodded. "I am Protector."

"You're a wolf." I said and laughed.

He looked confused and nodded, probably worrying about my sanity.

"Jacob, you don't understand." I gasped. "It's a cold one that has been following me." At this he growled and began to shake violently.

"Jake," I said anxiously. "It's okay. You're here. I'm safe."

Slowly his shaking stopped. "Angel" He growled.

I flinched, but didn't turn away. "Yes?" I asked innocently.

"Why didn't you call me?"