I'm having another evil writer's block on Seth's Chance so I'm going to write this chapter first.

Disclaimer: Me: May I please own Twilight? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?

SM: No.

Me: But-

SM: I said NO.

Me: Alright. :(

Emma's POV:

Alice seemed to phase out, staring blankly at the wall. Edward stared at her for a moment before his white face appeared to turn paler than it was.

"What is it?" Bella asked, appearing scared herself. Her gaze switched back and forth between the silent Alice who was still in her trance-like state to terrified Edward.

He looked at her for a moment before pointing to me and saying so quietly I had to strain to hear it, "The Volturi."

Everyone else froze up. Some quickly tried to appear normal but it was obvious that something was wrong. Embry's hand slightly touched mine. Others were holding onto their date's hand. Everyone looked scared.

"Who are the Volturi?" I asked. "And why are you all seeming so weird all of a sudden?"

Edward stared at me while more of them froze. He looked around at the others and said, "Sorry Emma, but we've got to go now. We were leaving school early for some doctor's appointments." With that he and almost the entire table immediately got up. Nessie gave me an apologetic look while Embry let go of my hand and stood up too though he looked reluctant.

They all quickly fled the table leaving me alone with my food. I frowned as I watched them move out of the cafeteria. They weren't going at a normal pace…

I stared down at my tray as I noticed people staring at me, the only person now at this table. I felt lonely, abandoned and just plain confused. I was sure that they weren't really going on a trip but then why would they leave like that? Could it be because of me?

I glanced up from my food for a moment to spot many pairs of eyes looking in my direction. I couldn't stand it; I had to go somewhere else. I stood up, grabbing my tray, and walked out of the cafeteria dumping my tray into one of the trash cans. I wasn't really hungry anyway. I found my locker and sat down in front of it feeling sad. The person I was most upset about leaving me wasn't Nessie but the mysterious Embry. I didn't really know him at all and yet I felt strongly for him. All of the facts just wouldn't add up in my head.

I puzzled and puzzled over this for a couple of minutes before the bell interrupted my train of thought. I grabbed my books and went to my last classes. I completely zoned out for all of them and so actually got hit by the kickball during PE. I usually never got hit with anything as I was pretty fit for obvious reasons. I just found that I couldn't focus. The Cullens and the foster kids that lived with them perplexed me too much. And what was that thing about the Volturi about? Who were they?

The next day I showed up to my class, hoping that Nessie would answer some of my questions. When I arrived though my audience did not look pleased. Nessie tried to smile but you could tell that she was faking it and doing a horrible job at that too. Alex and Alison just glared at me, not saying a word. Several times during the class I tried to start up a conversation but no such luck. All my classes were the same, Nessie refusing to communicate and her friends throwing me hostile glares.

Lunch was no better. To my disappointment and shock Embry wasn't there along with most of the other foster kids and Cullens. The only ones there were Alice, Jasper, and Jacob, all who avoided my gaze except Alice who also gave me a fake smile. We said nothing during lunch and all too soon it was over.

I did my best to stay focused in PE but it was becoming harder and harder as the period wore on, Alex and Alison bumping into me in a very non-accidental way. After class was over (to my great relief) Nessie said the first thing that day.

"I'm sorry about everyone disappearing but it's for a logical reason. We're all going on a family trip and most of us that could get out of our classes left early." She smiled her very fake and forced smile at me and my heart dropped immediately to my stomach. Whatever they were doing was definitely not what she had just told me.

I was reluctant to drive home that day, just wanting to mope in a corner somewhere which was not normal for me. The first real friends I had gained in years and the moment I say something that upsets them they disappear. It was quite depressing really.

When I had reached the house I had pulled off my boots slowly, tossing them carelessly on the floor, before walking in a downcast position into my room. I flopped down on my bed, laying my head down on my pillow.

The next thing I knew John was shaking me awake. "Emma?" He whispered, appearing concerned. "Is everything alright? I noticed that you weren't up as usual and got a bit worried. Do you feel sick at all? If you do I'll get you some soup or something."

I felt slightly like smiling but didn't bother to. John was a horrible cook and both of us knew if he made soup it would probably turn out burnt which is pretty hard to do. "I'm fine, just a little tired that's all." I replied hoping this would pacify him. I didn't want him to get worried about me. I didn't even completely understand why I was this upset.

"Well, if you're sure…" He trailed off and I knew he wasn't worried anymore. I usually never lied and so therefore he wasn't worried about me if I was saying I was fine. "I guess I'll let you sleep some more." He finished, taking the hot hand he had been shaking me with off of my arm.

Once I heard the door click behind him I sighed in relief. I hated lying to him. He just seemed so innocent in a way and he was kind to me.

I slumped back on the bed, closing my eyes once again. It was one way to escape some of my strange depression and I was very willing to use it.

I next awakened when my alarm protested loudly. I moaned, pushing the snooze button. I silently got up, put on fresh clothes, and walked out of the door with another granola bar. I didn't actually eat it or anything else for that matter the whole day, phasing out in my own internal, dark world.

This continued for several more days, my mood not improving at all. Every day I would look eagerly at my table in English, expecting Nessie and the two Native Americans to be there but every day I was met with the same empty table. Though I missed Nessie, Alex and Alison a ton they weren't who I missed most. That belonged to Embry, the boy I barely knew but who I really liked for some reason. I felt drawn to him and for some reason I knew it was stronger for him than me. But why? There were too many whys for me to comprehend and so I once again went into my depressed mode.

At the end of school on Friday I was barely conscious of what I was doing. I walked out to my car, plopped my stuff in the back seat, and sat down in the driver's seat. I turned the car on and drove without really paying attention, relying on my heightened senses to keep me from crashing into anything.

At some point I found that my car was turned off. Confused why it had suddenly stopped I first looked down at my hand, which was now holding the keys, and then glanced up to see my house looming in front of me. I must have driven here using my subconscious the whole time. Now that had never happened before. I had been way too out of it for the last couple of days but I didn't really care. Not that I knew why. I left the car unlocked as I stepped out into the cold snow. I slammed the driver's side door shut before heading for the house and yanking the door open.

I stomped in, snow falling off my boots, and immediately headed for my room. I left dirty boot prints on the gray carpet but I didn't care. They would come out eventually.

I pulled open my bedroom door and plopped down on my bed, staring at the wall. I let myself sink into the start of sleep. With my emotional exhaustion I almost didn't notice the piece of paper on my dresser that hadn't been there this morning. I hopped up lethargically, almost falling over with my small burst of energy, and snagged the paper. I unfolded it to find a note in John's scrawling handwriting.

Stay home. I'll be back soon. Avoid the leeches Cullens at all costs. The word leeches was heavily crossed out but I could still read it. Why did he call the Cullens leeches? And why did he want me to avoid them? I read on, pondering those thoughts in my head. Please just stay home. John

Now I was really confused and depressed. John had never told me to avoid or stay out of anything. It sort of made me want to do it. I could respect not going to the Cullens' but I wouldn't try to avoid them in that sense. And he couldn't make me stay in the house.

Feeling a bit rebellious and not really caring about anything in my still depressed state of mind I grabbed a red coat and was almost out of the room before I realized the gold collar was no longer in my pocket. I started shuffling through my stuff furiously looking for any hint of its tell-tale gold shimmer. I didn't know why I was looking for it—I didn't like it after all—but for some reason I just knew that I needed that with me for safety. I had kept it in my pocket for days, always checking to assure myself of its presence and now I had lost it.

I was about to give up my search when I found something poking up from my sock drawer. I opened it up and sighed in miserable relief as I stuffed the collar into my pocket again. Now I could be sadly defiant.

I laughed to myself slightly as I dashed outside through the back door, the thick layer of snow not able to stop my steadily growing happy spirit. I couldn't help but think that I had never been so defiant before. The most I had ever shown was when another foster parent didn't specify that I had to stay outside when I was 10 and luckily I didn't get caught watching TV. That one was mean and wouldn't hesitate to hit me when I didn't show enough "manners". I had never directly disobeyed orders though. It was liberating in a twisted sort of way.

I hopped through the snow, feeling my depression being replaced by a sense of ecstasy. My moods were beyond my control at the moment so I tried nothing to calm myself down, enjoying the strangely overjoyed feeling.

I was content at first to dash through the snow. After about ten minutes though I couldn't stand the feelings of guiltiness I was getting for doing this to John. He was the nicest foster parent I had ever had and I repaid him by doing this. Sighing, feeling some snow melting inside my boots and making me feel a bit depressed, I started walking in the direction I thought the main road of the town was. I realized that even in this barren landscape I had gotten myself lost. I had been going way too fast in my abnormal mood.

After twenty minutes I just sat down in the snow, taking off my coat and sitting on it so I wouldn't get wet from the snow. I could handle the cold outside but more dampness would cause me to become more depressed and I was enjoying this bit of happiness. I closed my eyes and pulled off my cap, straining my ears for any sort of sound that was that of civilization.

I sat like this for several minutes, my joy slowly slipping away to be replaced by misery, when I heard footsteps coming from in front of me. At first I thought it was a stray hiker who might have a phone or something so I could call John to pick me up. He knew this area like the back of his hand. But then I realized that the person was walking way too softly to be normal and they didn't smell human either. I opened my eyes and my gaze fell on an extremely handsome man. He had blonde hair in a buzz cut and extremely black eyes. He wasn't carrying anything and was wearing clothes that appeared like they had worn for way too long. I once again looked at his eyes and spotted some scarlet undertones.

"Hello." His voice came out like dark music, beautiful and yet terrifying. He reminded me of my nightmare figures and I felt fear rise through my depression and bits of happiness. "My name is Porter." For some reason I thought immediately of a panther instead of a cherry fat man when I heard his name. It sent several shivers up my spine. "Are you lost?"

"N-no, I'm not at all. I'll just be going on ahead right now." I stammered, shoving my hat quickly back onto my hat and grabbing my coat as I started to back away but he quickly grabbed my wrist. His hand was completely cold, seeming to belong better to a dead man than one that was smiling hungrily, as strange as that was, at me.

"Oh, please don't leave quite yet. I promise this will only seem to take a moment for you." He grinned, flashing his perfectly white teeth at me which only terrified me more. I knew something was wrong as he started to lean towards me.

I tried to yank my hand out of his and kick him which would have worked on any human but he seemed undeterred as I failed, his smile only spreading wider. "I like the feisty ones. They taste the best." He sniffed the little bit of area of my neck that was exposed, eyes widening in savage joy. My eyes widened in fear as his teeth reached for my neck. "Goodbye." He whispered before sinking his teeth into my neck.

I screamed, more shocked than anything else. It was extremely uncomfortable to feel my blood being drawn out of my neck. I felt more and more faint but kept on screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping someone would find me. Not that it would make a difference; if this vampire—as I assumed he was by the fact that he was drinking my blood—could defeat me, an elf, than I'm sure he could easily kill a human.

I was about to give up, my legs growing weak underneath me, when I heard the sound of huge feet hitting the ground. I looked past the vampire who seemed to be paying no attention at all except to my blood and saw a sight that caused me to shiver in even more fear and yet relief. They were huge—and I mean HUGE—bears with the frame of a polar bear. One was white while the others varied in different shades of grey, one being pure black. There were about 6 of them and they were running right towards us.

I looked aside, ready for their impact into my body, when I heard even more feet padding in the snow. I looked to my left to find that there was another group of animals racing towards us. This group was about the same size physically as the bears but were huge wolves, varying in color from a light gray one spotted with darker spots on his back, a yellow one, two silvers, one a dark silver and the other a blue-silver, and a russet brown. I saw a human figure far behind them but it ran the other way faster than I would have thought someone could move.

My vision was starting to fade as the first of the bear group, the white one, reached me and the vampire whose eyes were turning into a lighter shade of scarlet. The bear growled fiercely and swiped its huge paw at the man. He pulled his teeth out of my neck suddenly and dropped me to the ground as he attempted to run away but to no avail as the bear's paw met his chest. A sound like rock meeting another hard surface rang out at the vampire flew backwards, claw marks clear on his chest but no blood coming out.

I tried to keep my eyes open as I saw the rest of the bears rush towards the fallen figure, grabbing limbs and his head in their jaws and pulling him apart with a sound like rocks breaking apart. My eyesight went out of focus as I heard the other group stop and I heard panting above my head. I looked up, seeing a pair of warm brown eyes appearing to be too intelligent and merciful above my face. They belonged to the gray wolf which for some reason looked familiar.

He whimpered slightly, nudging me gently with his big nose. I tried to respond, to run away, but all I could do was let out a small moan. I felt some blood flowing from the side of my neck and knew I was close to death. I didn't have much blood left and I would probably never make it to the hospital in time. I closed my eyes, turning my head to the side so the wound was facing the snow. Hopefully that would at least numb the wound a bit more as I prepared to meet my mother wherever she was.

I felt a slight shifting in the air, barely noticeable, and the next moment I felt hot arms encircle my weak form and pick me up cautiously and yet quickly from the cold snow. I was held in a cradling position as I started to hear more growling from several directions. I felt more shifts in the air and I started to hear men's voices, several sounding familiar.

"Keep your hands off of her you dog! And stay off of our land!" One voice yelled from where I think the bears had been.

"Hey! He has a right to hold her! And we were coming to help her since all you seemed to care about was killing the bloodsucker!" Another voice shouted back from the wolves' side. It sounded familiar but I couldn't quite place where I had heard it.

More insults and complaints like this, the tension rising as I started to fade. The person who was holding me seemed to notice this and I felt the air moving quickly past. I felt myself slip even further towards unconsciousness and I heard a voice above me speak.

"Hang in there. Please just hang on." Another familiar voice, worried and caring, floated to my ears as the earth moved by.

"Just hang on." I felt lighter, and I knew I was going to die. The figure seemed to know this too as they kept on speaking to me, the sound of their voice sweet and familiar. "Hang on…"

Yes! Another chapter done! Now I need to mostly work on Seth's Chance though I might not be able to as I still have a huge writer's block—again. Sorry for the cliffy. I really love those for some reason. :P I added new characters and plot twists. How I love those. :) I also love reviews so please make sure to do that too. They make my day. :)