Took awhile. Sorry :P Kind of short, but I have a plan now! A set in stone, chapter by chapter plan. Wonderful achievement for me.

Starting now, POV's WILL change. Between each chapter. Please, if any of you would not like this, tell me. I'd be appreciated.

Ch. A Change in Familiar

I need another story

Something to get off my chest

My life gets kinda boring

Need something that I can confess

~Secrets; OneRepublic

DPOV

Silence is the loudest sound of all. Silence is when you can hear the hum of blood rushing in your ears, when you can hear the slight thud of your heart, the static from radiation. It's all so loud and consistent.

Consistent sound bothers me. No change in frequency, volume, or pitch. It's annoying really. Its like a fly is humming in your ear and you can't sway it.

The same; annoying, exasperating.

Different is good, same is bad.

I never want to have a routine life. Not again.

Lyle House was a routine. I was trapped in that house, corralled to the premise. Every move of mine was monitored. Everything I put in my body calculated. The things I did were specially chosen to ensure that I stayed healthy. I had no room to make my own decisions, or to grow as a person. I was like a puppet on a string. Strung to the same person who did the exact same show every time.

I tapped my fingers against the tabletop in a beat; it calmed me. Both the tapping and the louder random sounds instantly offered a kind of shower of relief to wash over me.

The rhythm my fingers played was my favorite song. The one I wasn't allowed to listen to at Lyle house because it was deemed inappropriate and 'could trigger unexplained doses of adrenaline which could lead to bouts of anger.' It was just music. I was a person, not some violative bomb that could detonate at any moment. Sure, I was a wolf, and strong, abnormally strong, but I could control myself-

Most of the time.

I'd never forget the time that I touched Chloe…her face, the mark. I shook my head to clear those gruesome thoughts before they stung any more than they had to.

But that's what Lyle house did to me. They didn't give me proper equipment to exercise with. Weights were seen as dangerous, and any fitness machine was too expensive. Pent up energy and anger at my situation built inside of me until I couldn't control myself and I lost it.

Routine makes me insane.

I stopped my tapping and looked at the two people in front of me. Their faces were still frozen, not a signal that they were about to speak. Their eyes clean slates –not an emotion present on their near identical faces.

I leaned back into the chair, the front legs lifted off the tile of the kitchen floor. I quickly resumed position and the legs slapped back in place. The slight noise must have awoken them from their trance-like state as they blinked a few times.

Charlie cleared his throat and leaned towards me. I instinctually moved back, but caught myself and returned to my former posture. Force of habit. If someone moved toward me, that usually meant I was about to be yelled at, " Well…"

I waited for him to continue, but he didn't. His eyes stared unseeingly at a point beyond my head. I repeated what he said in case he was waiting for some sort of appraisal.

"Seems like this sleepy old town isn't so sleepy anymore." He finished with a sigh.

"Is that a good thing?" Seemed like a good thing to me, after all constant boredom wasn't a good thing. This time I leaned toward him, my fingers laced into a double handed fist.

He looked at me quizzically. "I guess that depends on who you ask."

"I'm asking you."

"Then no, it's a bad thing." He got up and walked to the coffee machine and poured himself another cup. He sipped it at the counter. He was still wearing his police uniform, either that or he had a night shift, "More work."

I nodded and looked at Bella who was sitting still at her spot across from mine. Her finger tips dabbled across the surface of the table like mine had since done, her eyes were focused on the little movements.

"Bella?"

She jumped slightly at the sound of my voice and looked up at me, she was obviously deep in thought, "You're a werewolf?" Her mouth was a small 'o', her eyes were wide with childlike wonder.

I nodded simply, a slight barely there, shake of the head. You wouldn't notice it if you weren't looking for an answer from me.

She continued to stare at me, probably looking for an explanation.

I didn't like talking about it so I wasn't going to. Even though I had just 'met' her and trusted her with everything I had so soon, I didn't want to tell her about something that I didn't like to even think about.

It was horrible, every minute of it. I didn't want to relive the incredible pain that I had to endure for every shift as well as half shift. It was just too much, and talking about it made me feel the pain that I tried to avoid at all costs.

"I'm a werewolf."

She took the hint and lowered her eyes to the table and resumed her tapping as if she had not spoken. She bit her lip. Her face scrunched up, she ran her fingers through her wavy hair and kept her eyes glued to the table. She was concentrating. I didn't bother to ask what she was thinking about.

"Derek, why don't you bring over your 'gang' here? We have plenty of room…" He looked around the small room of the kitchen, just large enough to fit the three of us without bumping into each other, "Its better than a motel. We have a spare room with twin single beds. Simon can sleep with you there and the girls can sleep with Bella."

"You sure?" I hoped he would say yes. My own room…with Simon, but still away from the girls. I wouldn't have to wait 20 minutes just to change. Or hear Victoria's constant complaining. A place to escape, just for me. It'd be great.

"Yes of course."

I looked back at Bella who had abandoned her rigorous tapping to look at us. She nodded excitedly and beamed at me, "That would be great Derek."

"So I can bring them here tomorrow?"

They nodded in sync. I had to control the desire to squeal.

Tori scowled, her freshly manicured hands braced on her hips," Why do we have to go there? We don't know them. They could be murderers." She paced the length of the small room, her absurd footwear slipping off her feet. She had found them at a local thrift store for 4 dollars. While we all got practical ones she insisted on buying a pair 3-inch high heels that were a size too big for her.

Chloe just stared at her disapprovingly. "Because, it's a lot better than being here! And Derek knows them."

I nodded in agreement with Chloe, sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, and wrapped an arm around the small of her waist. She sank into me. Her tiny body pressed into me, felt so good. I closed my eyes and leveled off my breathing.

"Derek has no idea who they are, he just thinks he does. Why should we trust him? He probably just wants us dead so he can run without us weighing us down. Or they are part of the project and this is a trap. You guys are so stupid." She went on and no, I tuned her out and focused on absolutely nothing at all except for Chloe's warm body pressed into me.

I felt myself relaxing, drifting off into the land of peace, quiet and slumber. I thought about Chloe. Her body, how great it would be to have her for myself. I was a typical guy. Not much you can do about that.

Simon broke the peaceful silence with a clear of his throat, snapping me from my dream like state. "I think we should go."

"Of course we should go!" I snapped my eyes open. I didn't understand why there was an argument; we were all on board. All except for Victoria, but she could be compensated for.

We were sitting in the dingy hotel room. The smog from the highway clouded the small room with its deplorable smell and dense vapors. We were all ready to go –our suitcases packed and by the door, the room in order, and we had already checked out and given back our room key.

Well, except Tori. She refused to go. She hadn't packed, kept the spare room key and was claiming to rebook the room even if we left.

It wasn't like she loved the room before hand. Oh no, she hated it with everything she had. She threatened to sleep outside, said she seen a dead body under the bed which prevented her from going to sleep in case Chloe raised it in her sleep. Of course when we checked, no dead body. She claimed she took it out and threw it away before we seen it.

As if she would touch a dead body. When she realized her excuses weren't working she switched to the fact that she didn't want to sleep with Chloe. She wanted to sleep with Simon, but Simon refused. No luck with convincing him. She eventually shut up.

"I'm staying here." She folded her arms and 'humfed' and thrust her pert nose to the ceiling.

Simon sighed and Chloe shook her head, mumbling the word 'please' over and over again.

I still don't understand why we put so much effort into convincing her when our attempts were futile. I stood up abruptly and grabbed my suitcase and picked it up. "Ok, bye then," And walked out.

The others looked at me curiously, and I nodded sternly while Victoria was still staring at the ceiling. She just wanted attention; the best way to get her to do what we wanted was to not give it to her. She wanted us to beg for her, but I wasn't about to get down on my hands and knees and praise the ground she walked on.

The others followed my lead and walked out closing the door behind us.

The early morning sun, like a glowing disk, peeked over the tips of the trees and into our unshielded eyes like an unwelcome hello. The patter of woodland creatures, the flap of birds wings glided through the chill air. Dark black clouds were beginning to appear on the horizon.

There was a tiny window set deep within the door. Guarded with chicken wire, the glass was foggy with grease and dead flies. Spiderwebs created elaborate designs on the chicken wire. The lines and creases were like tiny bridges, connecting one area of the chicken wire to another. Perfect for tiny legs to follow.

I ignored the clutter on the window and watched her. I could see her; she couldn't see me. The second the door closed she froze and looked at the empty room. She sat there for maybe 5 seconds before leaping up, throwing her stuff in a suitcase and quickly scrambled out the door.

"H-Hey! Wait up, I changed my mind. I believed you all along. I was just kidding and besides, if they find you guys, you should have someone who knows magic to protect you." Of course. Typical her. Make it seem like we need her. She looked all around before locking eyes with me, she knew it was just one of my plans the second she seen my smirk. A glare seeped onto her face, before she composed herself and forced on an irritated but still playful facial expression.

Chloe laughed, as did Simon.

"What?"

"You know you're predictable right?"

She scowled and stormed off toward the parking lot of the motel.

"Other way."

She froze in place and turned sharp on her heel and resumed her exaggerated marching. Brushing past me while scowling.

Yes, a room away from her would be great.

~Missy EDITED