Two months later

I woke up as usual, blankets curled around me, a warm furry pillow under my head. I rubbed my eyes. My hand had healed. Carlisle said it was minor anyways.

Now that was the strange thing. Seth was totally telling the truth. He had said the truth about everything. I confirmed it with Carlisle and Jake, especially with Jake about the imprinting thing. The Cullens weren't bad at all. They were all really nice. Plus, Renesmee (she grew REALLY fast!) and I seemed to be pretty good friends. Just not as good friends as she and Jacob. That's when Seth told me that Jacob had imprinted on Renesmee. I was shocked at first, but when I was calmed down, he explained that to me too. Of course I felt inconvenienced that I was the non-superhero here, and the only one at that. Seth laughed when I complained about it one night.

Oh yeah, there was another thing. I was in love with Seth Clearwater the little werewolf boy. I was in love with his shaggy black hair and his lean body; and his brilliant smile and his bubbly, kind, compassionate attitude. He was so sweet. I loved his sandy fur when he was in his wolf form, and I loved the little happy yips he greets me with after scouting missions with Leah or Jake. I loved his deep brown eyes that twinkled happily whenever we looked longingly into each other's eyes. And yeah, before it becomes a question, we did kiss. A lot, actually. We kissed a lot.

Anyways, I woke up and stretched. I slept with Seth at night (ugh, not like that though!) instead of sleeping in the Cullens' house. That'd be embarrassing since I treated them so rudely on my first impression. Sure, they all seemed to accept me, but anyways, they didn't have any spare rooms. Plus, there was no way that a couch was more comfortable than snuggling with a giant wolf.

He was still asleep as I pulled myself out of the covers and snuck over to a basket of clothes Esme left out for me, right next to Seth's own basket of clothes. She was so nice to me; the nice I didn't deserve. They didn't seem to care about the constant risk of fifteen experienced tracking vampires bursting into their home at any second. Taking an outfit that I liked out of the basket, I crept into the house. They always left the door unlocked for me, Seth, and Jacob.

Esme and Carlisle were reading the paper. Edward and Bella were playing with Renesmee and Jacob was there too. They all looked up and smiled at me then went back to what they were doing. I muttered a good-morning and went to the bathroom to change.

My outfit was a pair of jeans and a tight, boat-necked tan sweater. I walked out and into the kitchen, where I prepared for myself a bowl of cereal and milk. I almost inhaled the crunchy Kellogg's corn flakes when a pair of scorching hot, muscular arms found my waist and pulled me up against a body. A chin rested against my shoulder and I quickly chewed and swallowed. I turned around in the arms, twining my arms around Seth's neck and resting my head against his chest.

"Good morning," I whispered to him.

"Hey," he replied cheerfully.

"Did I wake you?" I asked worriedly.

I felt his shoulders shrug.

"Not really. Wat'cha eatin'? Anything good?" he asked me and I felt his stomach rumble. Oh man, it took only about two days to realize exactly how much that boy ate! Literally, loads!

I laughed.

"Hmm…lemme guess… You're hungry?" I giggled. He laughed with me, nuzzling my neck gently. I bit my lower lip as he did this.

"…You want me to make it on my own? I can, y'know. Just tell me when I become a bother," he said seriously.

I scoffed playfully.

"You totally just stole those words from my mouth," I teased him.

"What d'you mean?" he frowned.

"It's not your fault you imprinted, Seth. You can't help it. But I can. So just tell me whenever I'm bugging you, alright?" I told him compassionately. He rolled his eyes.

"How about now? C'mon, chill. I'm doing great. We're doing great. I never thought imprinting would be so much fun," he grinned and I laughed and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks? Here, I'll make some eggs. Er, if that's okay with you, Esme?" I called to Mrs. Cullen. I heard her pretty laugh.

"Go ahead, sweetie. You're welcome to anything we have here," she called back.

"Yay," Seth breathed in my ear, tickling my skin. I wriggled out of Seth's arms and, while I laughed at Seth's last word, opened the refrigerator and grabbed the eggs and milk out. I think Seth would eat about three, but I asked him how many anyways. "Five, if that's okay. I'm starving for some reason," he sighed. I gulped. Five eggs? Yeah, I couldn't eat that much in a day I don't think. But Seth was different; a good different.

After breakfast and washing up, I told Seth I needed to get out of the house. He walked me outside and we stood there on the front steps for a while.

"So…where're you gonna go?" he asked casually. I shrugged my shoulders.

"A walk, probably," I answered.

He frowned.

"Really? You don't want me to come? You've never been this daring to go out on your own. I don't think it's a good idea," Seth observed with nervousness in his tone. His hands rested on my hips as he stared down at me. I rubbed his upper arms while he stared intently at me, and I returned his stare with a very calm one of mine.

I thought about it for a moment, my gaze directed at the ground, my hands still stroking Seth's upper arms; and his hands still rested gently on my hips. My tan beauty abruptly cleared his throat and I shot my head up.

"Can I…?" he trailed off but his hands squeezed my sizes gently and I knew what he meant from the gentle look in his eyes. I smiled and nodded, and he smiled kindly as he pulled me into a hug.

"Mm… so I was thinking about going alone," I began and I felt his shoulders slump with disappointment. I continued as his arms around me tightened, "…but I think it's clear to the both of us that we can't possibly spent a minute away from each other." I rested my chin on his chest and looked up with a weak smile.

He was beaming down at me with his "imprint-expression" (that's the expression that Bella would describe as "a blind man staring at the sun for the first time"). The look was one clearly of joy, and love, and admiration. I loved that "imprint-expression" of his. He made me feel special; like I was some marvelous angel or something.

"So I can come?" he asked excitedly. I nodded and smiled into his chest. He squeezed me in a giant, Seth-like bear hug.

"C'mon…let's…go," I gasped, lacking air in my lungs. Originally, I was going to say, "Seth…let…go!" but instead I thought this would be just as effective. He laughed and set me down on the ground again. He held out his hand, I took it, and they swung back and forth by our sides as we made our way down the path from the Cullen's house to the main road.

Before we even got out of earshot distance (my earshot distance) of the house, a voice called Seth's name. We stopped and turned around, and Esme had a phone in her hand. She was leaning halfway out the open door.

"Seth, your mother called! She said someone left you a package at the post office. Do you mind if you and Eliza could go run down and pick it up?" she called.

Seth smiled. "Sure! Since it's for me, I don't see why anyone else would go and get it!" he called back, smiling. I smiled up at him. He was so kind; so polite. The least selfish person I had ever met. To make matters even better…he was all mine.

Esme waved at us, smiling, and we waved back, and then turned and continued walking.

"So… you wanna run?" he asked excitedly. I knew he loved showing off how fast he could run. Even after two months, he'd always mention it to me; and even after two months, I'd be as thrilled as the first time he ran with me (not including our first encounter. I meant, as a friend showing off his talent to another friend). I rolled my eyes playfully and we laughed; he nudged my side with his elbow and I nodded while we laughed.

I was suddenly flung on to his back, and I knew to bury my face in his neck. When I did this, he sighed gently, and then laughed.

"Ready?"

I managed a little nod.

"Okay!" he exclaimed and then the wind was rushing around us as Seth flew down the path on such incredible delicate feet. I don't think he made a single sound, or if at least one, the sound of a mouse's pattering feet on dry dirt.

I think it took about five minutes to reach the post office. We stopped a block down from there, where no one was at the moment, so that it appeared like we had been walking. I took his hand casually and we strolled into the post office. Seth went up to one of the people behind the desk, his smile brilliant. Oh yeah, did I mention that he had put on a shirt before we left the house? Just to make our walk look more like a normal couple walking hand in hand. Thank goodness for this decision, since it went well with our change in plans.

"Hi, my mom is Sue Clearwater. She said someone left a package for me here?" he asked politely. The woman smiled at him, but as her eyes glanced back over to me, her eyes widened and her face turned pale. I watched her hands shake as she reached under the top of the desk and pulled out a picture. She was trembling; thank goodness there was no one else in the post office around us. Otherwise they'd probably ask to take her to the hospital. I was about to do the same thing until I saw whom the picture was of: me.

Seth noticed this too, and he shot a wide-eyed look of horror at me.

"Y-You're h-h-her," she stuttered. She was shaking, especially her hands, as she bent down and picked up a little package. My eyes widened. No. No! No, this couldn't be happening! I was so happy here! So, so happy!

"T-they-! Th-they s-said y-you'd b-be h-here… t-they g-gave m-me a-! A picture," she choked shakily. She showed me the photo. It was…their photo… it was their photo of me that they took just about five months ago. Their most recent documentation of their success; for their "scrapbook." My face was sunken in, my skin pale, and my neck was freshly cut into and there was a line of blood just around it. They'd taken it before they had healed my wound into a scar.

Seth's arm was around my waist instantly, pulling me closer. I leaned into him, one of my arms resting on his chest. The other reached out slowly and took the package; as cold as ice. My Hunters liked to make a statement. They wanted me to remember what it feels like…the coldness.

"T-Thanks," I muttered.

The woman shook her head. "No-! N-no… t-thank y-you for showing u-up. N-Now they won't…now they won't kill me. Go," she muttered, and Seth and I rushed out of the post office.

He stopped me a block down, where there was no one around.

There was fear in his eyes.

"Is it them?" he asked, his voice almost as shaky as the woman's. I nodded.

"I-It's them."

"We have to get back now! Don't open the package yet," Seth told me and I nodded. This time, I didn't ride on his back. He picked me up and pressed me firmly against his chest, my arms twining around his neck. He held me up by the back of my thighs, and the package was pressed in between my chest and his.

"It's so cold," he shivered. I sniffed.

"Yeah…they like to, y'know…make a statement," I explained to him. I buried my forehead in his neck instead of my face this time; I was too afraid to close my eyes. Then he ran as fast as he could to get back to the Cullens.