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"Oh my god, what happened to you?" Was the first set of words that came out of Edward's younger sister, Alice's mouth. They were quickly followed by a firm, cold but gentle hug. Minerva could only close her eyes in defeat and wrap her arms shyly around the younger girl's thin frame. She had truly thought that she had hidden her bruising well enough.

After she got home from school, it was chore time. Organize the kitchen, sweep the floors, wash the windows and so much more. What a Cinderella life she had, complete with an expectant step-mother. But her story would never have the happily ever after. She wasn't super smart, extraordinarily talented, nor did she have model-like looks. She was short, nerdy, and bookish and the only thing she had going for her was her love of baking/cooking. It was said the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but due to the qualities listed previously she never really had someone other than herself or Ingrid taste her cooking. Well, technically Paul had, since he usually stole her lunch once or twice a week but she wasn't sure if that counted. She never usually ate much, and after all the chores she had to do she didn't eat dinner. Minerva was much busier getting into semi-formal clothing that she wasn't planning on wearing to church for once.

In the end, she had decided on a faded, coral colored, short sleeved sweater-dress. The material was thin enough to be warm in the normally chilly theatre, and she could wear a pair of black stretchy leggings to cover the bruises on her legs. A thin and plain black long-sleeved shirt was also worn under the dress to cover her arms. She didn't own many accessories, so a simple black belt went a bit higher than her waist to make her seem taller. For someone so short, she didn't actually own anything with a heel, beside simple white wedges. Sadly they wouldn't match the quiet style she was going for tonight, so she wore a pair of fabric black ankle boots. Her hair was much more of a problem. Her stereotypically, impossibly thick Irish hair was usually braided (very messily), put into a ponytail (with fuzzes sticking out everywhere), or was simply left alone. It had a wave to it that was never the same twice, and was in desperate need of a trim. In the end Minerva decided it was best left alone, after brushing it out till it looked decently shiny. Looking in the mirror a final time once she saw Edward's Volvo out of her window, she saw a plain Jane. No jewelry or finery of any kind, no nail polish or make-up. Her pale eyes looked dull; she didn't even want to smile. The memories of the teasing and bullying definitely weren't worth a million-dollar-smile, as the orthodontist had put it. Aside from her less than beautiful appearance, she hoped as she walked out the door that tonight she could actually make friends.

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Tonight had been Jared's idea. His words were simple; it would great for 'group bonding' and it would boost morale. What a load of bullshit. He just wanted to see the next Fast and Furious movie. It was at 3 movies by now! How many more movies about car chases could they make? (He knew it was more than car chases but those were the only parts he really paid attention to.) Sam and Emily went to see a different movie because Em isn't a huge fan of cars. Paul wondered what Minerva would have wanted to see. Probably 'The Pursuit of Happiness' or some other chic flic. Then he winced. He knew nothing about his imprint, aside from things he would know for… bad reasons. He hated hearing the word 'bully' now, it left a ring in his ears and a sour taste in his mouth. The name for what he was to the reason for his existence.

"Dude, another reason for all of us going out tonight is so you'll get your mind off of the imprint" Jared nudged his shoulder. Another annoying thing about being a shape-shifting monstrously sized wolf- everything is too small for you. The theater's seats went up to around his shoulder blades when he sat straight up, and he couldn't comfortably put his elbows on the arm rests (which Jared was hogging on the one side). They probably would have been too tall for his little mouse though. She would have a hard time seeing the middle of the screen if someone sat in front of her. Ouch. Jared elbowed him again. The trailers for upcoming movies were done playing and now came the strange rollercoaster ride that played before the movie in every Cinemark movie theater.

After the almost 2 hour long movie was over, Jared and Paul went to go find their alpha. Another movie ended and the doors opened. This movie had been started before their movie had been. And as the doors opened, a smell that made all three werewolves stiffen entered as well. Paul didn't know if he should gag or swoon, but most importantly he had to make sure Minerva was safe. If he had been in wolf form his hackles would be on end. He was terrified, not for himself but for his life-long bond. She was tiny, and weak. And she startled easily. She was fragile and it was only too real in his mind how easy it would be for a leech to drain her and leave her cor-… Paul was shaking at this point. Then he could feel his blood still.

There she was, with bright eyes and a small smile on her face. She looked gorgeous, the sweater dress hugging every petite curve, and her rippling down her back in thick, midnight waves. Surrounding her were 3 leeches, smiling along with her. How miniature she looked beside even the wispiest female he had ever seen. He could tell that these were the vampires they had smelled, but they looked different from every leech in Sam and Jared's memories. The others looked much more uncivilized, inhuman, and most importantly they had red eyes. They acted like the animals they are. These had some sunshine amber eyes. They were awful 'cause there was no bad way to describe them, besides in a pretty manner. Suddenly, as if she could feel where he was at, their eyes locked and her brilliant smile was gone. Fear took away the sparkle in her eyes and suddenly he also had the attention of the bronze-haired leech. The deadly look that donned his face, as he strode towards Paul wasn't daunting. If things got messy, he knew it would be a fair fight. He was only stopped from flat out decking the Leech by Jared's hand once again finding a place on his shoulder.

"So you're the filth that's responsible for Minerva's bruises?" The undead bastard exclaimed. Bruises? Was she hurt? He'd kill the son of a bitch that would ever think of harming his Minerva. "If it wasn't you, then you still have a lot of explain to for getting such a reaction from our new pal, flea-bag.-"He was about to continue and get himself into a world of pain if a small voice hadn't stopped him. Paul and the bloodsuckers were only able to hear her voice because of their heightened senses. "Stop, Edward. He's dangerous." Those words were like knives in his heart, if he hadn't known better Paul would have though he was physically harmed. She was trying to protect the leech (which she couldn't have known the truth about) for him. Minerva had no idea that they were almost evenly matched, but she obviously cared for the vampire and had known him for some time based on the grip she had no his long-sleeve covered wrist.

But she was afraid. Afraid for these bloodsuckers because she knew what he can do. What he has done Paul reminded himself. During these thoughts Minerva had talked with 'Edward' and they left quietly with the undead arm draped protectively over her shoulder. In Paul's despair he failed to notice how it was totally platonic.

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(Surprise! Edward POV! The thoughts he hears are going to be Italic)

The movie was good, something he'd seen before but that what the 'James Bond' movies were supposed to be like. But what worried him more were the thoughts in Minerva's head. How small and meek she considered herself to be, along with the reasons for the bruises on her body. To the average human, she would have seemed fine. Maybe even perfect and pretty. But vampires can see what others cannot. She winced the slightest bit when she moved, had bags and the faintest of stress marks on her face. And her eyes, made Alice shiver. The haunted look she had, and she looked over her shoulder. Jasper's added self-loathing wasn't helping.

He laughed to himself. A jealous idiot's thoughts had accidently stumbled into his radar. Ugh, their stupid eyes. You can't say anything bad to describe them! Artists describe them as gold, Painters as a sunrise, Gemologists as amber. Not even Matt could think of something ratchet to call these bastards. His thoughts were pulled to Minerva's frantic contemplations. Oh no. Not Now! Not when everything is going right for once!

The endangered tone to her newest thoughts made him give a quick look around the room. Quickly he spotted a couple of Native American boys, or he would have thought they were normal druggies if they hadn't had the over whelming smell of wet dog and dirt. The smell that had lingered on his new friend that night when he drove her home. Minerva herself was terrified at the appearance of the wolves. Memory after horrible memory appeared in the forefront of his mind. But confusingly the wolf she feared the most seemed to love her beyond compare. His thoughts raced on how to protect her from the 'leech'. How rude.

As Edward marched towards the pair of mutts with his make-shift family, all of the thoughts of the wolves grew more concerning and he got too many mental pictures of himself being ripped to shreds to be comfortable with. "So you're the filth that's responsible for Minerva's bruises?" He probed. Just by asking he could see in Minerva's mind the true culprit for her purple and blue appendages. This 'Paul' character was still her biggest fear, though. "If it wasn't you, then you still have a lot of explain to for getting such a reaction from our new pal, flea-bag.-"Edward persisted. Suddenly, a small hand grasped his arm. Memories of aching agony flittered through his mind. A light whisper was heard, "Stop Edward, He's dangerous!" She thought he was threatened by the pup? … She was afraid. Afraid for these bloodsuckers because she knew what he can do. What he has done… Pieces of Paul's thoughts drifted through his head and confused him as Minerva talked. "I know you're not afraid but I am afraid for you and I don't want to end the night like this. Jasper and Alice have your back but Jared's here too and I'm not sure he will stop Paul a third time. You know-""You're rambling Min. But fine, we'll leave."

Something had changed for Paul, which was obvious. He heard strange words like imprint, in the other wolves' heads. The female had been the most concerning, for she was worried about both Minnie and Paul. But Minerva had nothing to worry about now (outside of school at least) Jasper, Alice, hell even Rose had instantly fallen in love with the girl when he told his family what had happened on the ride home. She would be protected.

Jasper sat with him in the front, since he was feeling 'ill'. This had not only been a new experience for Minerva but it was also the first time Jaz had spent time with a human outside of school. Normally he had to hunt before and after school to control himself better around the mortals. So maybe spending over two hours locked in a room with them wasn't Edward's best idea. But it was better than having Emmett make a scene at the theater or Rosalie judge Minerva's clothes.

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The night couldn't have gone better besides the brief encounter with the Quileute Gang. After Alice fussed over her, she was introduced to Jasper. He was Alice's boyfriend. And her adopted brother. (It's better not to ask.) Emmett and Rosalie were not able to come for one reason or another. Then they all hopped back into the Volvo and drove to Port Angeles. There was no pause button for Alice it seemed; she offered endless questions. Anything from favorite song to politics was discussed.

When the movie theater was in view, they all seemed to turn to her to choose what movie they saw. Alice wanted to see the latest chick flick, but one title stood out to Minnie. Casino Royale was the latest and greatest James Bond Film, with a brand new Bond Guy. Fond memories of her and her father staying up late every night in July to watch the old Bond Marathons flooded her mind and she put her suggestion forward. According to Alice, Emmett would be a bit disappointed he wouldn't get to see it with them (apparently he's a huge 007 fan) but he would get over it. They bought a medium popcorn to share on the way into the theater but she was the only one to get a drink.

Then after the encounter with Paul, she was sitting in the back with Alice quietly talking about who it was that they met. She told Alice everything. How he had left for several weeks and nothing bad had truly happened to her yet. Paul was most likely biding his time, but she had no idea. These small run-ins would be the death of her. She couldn't keep tempting fate like this; the more times nothing happened the worse the blow-up would be.