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A/N: Finally! I can update again, the stupid thing wasn't letting me upload this document. Hence the delay. Anyways, thank you for the reviews, I'm glad you enjoyed it! People have been asking me whether I'll do a LEMON, and I've decided... The answer is yes! I'll give a warning though, so for the people who don't want to read it can skip that part! Personally I think it's challenging, because I've never written a LEMON before, so it'll be new, but I hope you guys will like it!

As explanation for the last chapter why Paul and Julie were so in the mood! They're teenagers, they're hormonal, and Paul is litteraly a hot werewolf! Personally I think that's enough of an explanation! Don't all of you agree? Lol! Anyway, here is the next chapter and please review, I'll update ASAP if I reach the uhhh, let's be bold! How about the 380 reviews? I know you guys can do it!

P.S This chapter, is a bit of a filler but it's a set up for the drama coming up! So expect a lot of tears, angst, fluff and romance!

P.P.S I know Julie is a little high strung here, but trust me, she has a legitimate reason to be on edge!

P.P.P.S This chapter is dedicated to my little brother -Not so little anymore by the way, that guy towers over me- because he is just so darn sweet, even though he annoys the shit out of me! I still love him though!

P.P.P.P.S I'll stop with this now, but have you guys noticed my chapters are getting longer! Cool huh?!

Girl Could Get Lost, Tonight

"Sara…" Paul trailed off as he suddenly let go of me. Because I was leaning against Paul I lost my balance and I tumbled off the counter, Paul just barely caught me as I pushed my self on my feet again all the while glaring at Paul. I huffed at him.

"Sorry." He murmured as he bended down and grabbed his shirt pulling it over his head. He walked to Sara who was still smiling like crazy.

"What were you doing?" She asked cheekily and I felt my cheeks glow red as I thought about what we were going to tell her. I looked around for my shirt and to my surprise I couldn't find it.

"Paul, where's my shirt?" I hissed. He looked around and retrieved it from under the counter. I snatched it out of his hands mumbling thanks before I pulled it over my head. I looked at Paul, he was looking flustered and he was running his hand through his hair. I looked in the mirror and saw that my hair was looking like a birds nest. Great! I quickly tried to flatten it.

"Are you Paul's girly-friend?" I looked at the small pigtailed girl. She was wearing a pink dress and holding a stuffed animal in her hand. I saw it was a grey wolf. That was so cute.

"Uhh, yeah. I'm Julie." I faltered slightly and looked at Paul. He was looking at Sara and me intently and I realized that he was nervous as hell. I smiled and walked to Sara crouching down to meet her eyes.

"That's a nice wolf you have." I told her and she practically shoved her stuffed animal in my face as she tried to show it to me.

"Paul gave it to me. It's for protection." She told me. She bobbed her little head and her pigtails bobbed along. I smiled and turned my head to look at Paul who had a slight flush on his cheeks. He was getting more adorable every second.

"That's a nice clock." She suddenly exclaimed as she looked at my wrist. I eyed the bracelet. Paul gave it, not a day ago. I smiled.

"Yeah, Paul gave that to me."

"Really?" She gasped. She turned to Paul. "I want one too." She demanded looking at Paul with big eyes. He reached down for her and swept her in his arms. I got back on my feet as well.

"I'll get you one." He promised.

"Can it be pink?" She asked and he nodded. Apparently she liked pink. We walked out of the bathroom and I followed Paul and Sara into her room. Her room was the perfect room for a little kid her age. I saw that there were a lot of stuffed animals. Some were on the floor and others were on her bed. The walls were surprisingly white but there was a pink carpet and it reminded me of how I was when I was little.

Paul put her on the floor and she ran up to the littering toys on the floor. She was sure bubbling with energy. I looked at Paul and he was looking at me with a sheepish expression. I wondered if Sara was going to say something about what she saw. I desperately hoped not, I didn't want Paul's parents to think I was some kind of trashy girl. Which I wasn't.

"You think she'll say something?" I asked Paul and he shrugged looking completely lost for a second.

"I have no idea." He murmured.

"Paul!" I heard Hestia's voice as she ascended the stairs. I heard her footsteps and she appeared in view. She saw me and smiled.

"Dinner's ready." She said and Paul turned around.

"We're coming." He told her and she nodded before going downstairs again.

"Sara, let's go and eat." He told her and she got on her feet running to him as fast as her little legs allowed her. The grey wolf was dangling along in her hand. She stood in front of me and looked up.

"Will you watch Thumbelina with me?" She asked and I found myself nodding.

"Sure, come on." I held out my hand and she took it eagerly, practically jumping up and down. I looked at Paul and he smiled brightly.

The three of us walked down the stairs to the kitchen where the dining table was set. I saw an older version of Paul sitting in one of the chairs. He looked up and smiled at me. This must be Paul's dad. I looked at Paul and he pushed me towards his dad.

"You must be Julie." He said holding out his hand. I took it and he shook it gently. "We've heard a lot about you." I turned to Paul, he avoided my eyes carefully.

"Really? I hope its all good Mr Matson." I said. His father laughed.

"Please, call me Tyler and yes it was all good." Suddenly Sara demanded attention and she let go of my hand and pulled at her dad's pants.

"Daddy, daddy! Julie is going to watch Thumbelina with me." She said, she was wearing a big smile and Paul pulled me along with him. He held out one of the chairs and I sat down. He was being very gentlemanly.

"Thank you." I quipped and Paul sat down next to me. His hand reached out to mine.

Dinner went by quite well. Paul's family was very welcoming and I felt like I fitted in immediately. This was a relief. Sara was adorable and she demanded attention from every person and I knew that this girl was going to be stealing hearts everywhere she went.

"I have to go in an hour." Paul told me. I looked at him frowning. "Patrol." He elaborated. "I have to patrol from seven till one." I felt my eyes widen. There was a vampire here right now. Or worse, there were more!

"Don't worry Jules. It's just patrol. We're trying to keep La Push safe." I found myself nodding. I didn't trust my voice. I suppose Paul felt my reluctance towards the whole situation.

"I know how you feel honey." Hestia suddenly said from the other side of the table. "But the boy won't listen." I actually knew how that was. I felt Paul's hand on the back of my head.

"Mum, you're being silly, Jules you don't have to worry. It's just patrol, okay? No need to be scared." He sounded agitated.

"I know Paul." I responded. "I'm not saying anything, right?" I told him firmly and I turned to Sara.

"Are things under control?" Tyler asked and Paul looked at his dad. He nodded and I realized they were trying to keep it down for Sara who looked at Paul with a frown.

"You're going away?" She asked. Her big brown eyes were wide with fear and I saw her bottom lip tremble. "But you can't go!" She protested. "The cold people will come back."

I looked at Hestia and I saw her pale as Tyler suddenly swept Sara out of her seat into his lap. Sara looked scared and she buried her face in Tyler's shirt.

"What does she mean?" I asked in a tiny voice. Paul's hands were on the table and I could see them shake. His eyes were looking at the wall on the other side and I could see the sharp glare he was sending it.

"Paul!" Tyler's voice was warning. "Hold it son." I looked at Paul while I felt the colour drain out of my face. He was angry, so so so so angry that the table was starting to shake. I got out of my chair and steered clear from him. I knew that he wasn't approachable right now. Tyler and Hestia did the same. Tyler held Sara close to him as he shielded her from him.

"Paul! Honey! Calm down, its okay! It's not happening again." Hestia tried to soothe Paul. But it wasn't working. Glints of his silver fur appeared and I thought he was going to phase right here. But somehow out of nowhere he stopped.

His frame, his shaking, his anger. He just stopped. The only thing I saw in his eyes was concern and fear?! I took a step towards him and when I saw he didn't react I moved closer. Paul kept looking at his hands and didn't indicate he knew I was next to him. I put my hands tentatively on his.

"Paul?" I tried reaching out to him.

"I have to patrol." He snapped and he jumped up as he shrugged out of his shirt while leaving the room. The door slammed shut behind him. I bit my lip anxiously and looked at Hestia and Tyler. Both of them sighed and Hestia moved forward and to my surprise she began cleaning the table. I saw a fog of tears in her eyes as she moved picking up all the dishes.

"Why don't you go sit down on the couch?" Tyler suggested as he put a hand on my shoulder. I nodded.

"Do you want me to take Sara?" I asked and he nodded as he gently handed Sara over to me. I could feel her tiny arms wrap themselves around my neck and I knew she was scared. She was clinging to me but I couldn't feel any dampness so I assumed she wasn't crying.

"Hey honey, do you wanna watch Thumbelina now?" Sara pulled away slightly and looked at me cautiously. I gave her time to answer and sat down on the couch. Finally she gently nodded and she got off my lap to move to the TV. I helped her switch on the TV and set the movie. As the movie started and Sara was sitting next to me I couldn't help but let my thoughts drift back to Paul.

He was angry. I never saw him like this, he didn't phase but he was close to phasing. And than you had the way Sara reacted. She was talking about vampires. That I knew. But whatever had happened, was it something that I wanted to know? I seriously doubted it but somehow something told me that it was something I should know. At least, that's what my gut told me. Confusion and doubt filled up my mind and I sighed loudly.

"Oh no!" Sara gasped, in her element again. "The bad bug!" She screamed as she pointed at the TV. I watched the pictures on the screen and suddenly realized something that wasn't appropriate for Disney movies. That freaking dragonfly was a sexual predator.

"The bad bug." I said tonelessly and Sara ignored me as she got engrossed in her movie again.

Two hours passed and Sara had fallen asleep on my lap. The movie kept replaying and I kept staring at the clock. It was nine PM and there was still four hours left till Paul came back. And that wasn't even set in stone. I sighed and brushed Sara's dark hair out of her face and she mumbled some gibberish that I didn't comprehend. I didn't like this feeling. The feeling of unease I had with Paul not being here was almost killing me. I didn't want to be here, I needed something to keep my mind off things but what kind of things could keep me busy for the upcoming hours?

"She fell asleep?" Hestia asked, as she came in and sat down next to me. I nodded.

"Yeah, she was pretty put out." I responded and Hestia sighed.

"I'm sorry about what happened during dinner." Hestia apologized. My eyes widened.

"You don't have to apologize. It wasn't your fault." I responded. "I'm used to Paul's anger by now. Don't like it." I added. "But it's Paul."

"He wasn't always like this." Hestia said. "He used to be the sweetest boy around, the one who never got in trouble. But ever since he phased, it just made him a different person." I was curious now. How did he phase anyways?

"How did he phase?"

"When a vampire almost attacked Sara." My eyes widened. So that's why she was so scared. A vampire attacked her.

"When was that?"

"Well, Sara is almost four, I would say less than two years ago." I sighed, feeling a sudden anxiety creep up.

"And she still remembers?" I asked Hestia.

"Yes, it was something that surprised me as well. I thought she would've forgotten by now because she is so young." Hestia explained as she picked up Sara from my lap and settled her in her own. She stroked Sara's hair and rested her own head against the top of Sara's. It was like she was consoling herself.

I didn't want to know how much pain Hestia must've gone through. As a mother she was so much more in touch with her children's feelings and of course, Sara is the baby of the family; it must've shaken them all up.

"But she still cries at night." Hestia sighed. "Paul never got over it. He started to grow aggressive and there were times he had trouble controlling his anger. Tyler and I…" Hestia trailed off and looked at the TV. "We didn't know what to do and than Sam came and explained what was going on. I was just relieved that I had a reason to justify my son's behaviour."

"And than he met you." She suddenly said. I looked at the older woman. "You changed him. And I'm so glad you came, Julie. You have no idea." I felt my chest tightened and my throat constrict. I managed a nod and I cleared my throat.

"I didn't do that much actually." I answered. Hestia was already shaking her head.

"You did more than you can comprehend. I'm his mother; trust me when I say he changed." I smiled and nodded.

"Okay."

"Well, I'm going to take Sara up to bed. Your room is ready in case you want to go to bed but I assume you're going to wait up for Paul?" Was I that obvious?

"Yeah, if that's okay?" I asked and Hestia rolled her eyes.

"Of course it's alright." She started walking to the stairs. "Goodnight Julie."

"Goodnight."

And so I was all alone. I got up and picked up Paul's shirt that he had discarded in the corner and held it to my face. It still smelled like him. Time wasn't going by as fast I wanted it to go. Not to mention with all the things I just found out it made it hard for me to stay still. I just had to get up and do something, so I settled for pacing and looking outside the window every once and a while. When it was half past eleven I knew I had to sit down. I was making myself crazy with my erratic behaviour. There was no need to overreact like this. Yet it was exactly what I was doing.

Overreacting.

"Stupid." I murmured. I sighed and turned around when suddenly I saw my reflection in the mirror. I gasped. There was a bruise on my cheek and I knew that it was because of my little accident, only a few hours ago. I raised my hand and flinched when I probed it. I sighed. Another problem.

Being here in Paul's house was comforting, but only when I knew he was alright. And since the state he left in was everything but alright I couldn't help but feel anxious and out of place. Like something wasn't completely right. Not to mention my paranoia when it came to getting abandoned and add up the fear I was feeling in general, well you can say my emotions were all haywire.

I yawned and plopped down on the couch, lying down on my side as I clutched the shirt to my chest. I was facing the front door and my eyes were completely focused on that. I tried to ignore the faint howls in the distance or the strange shimmering of shadows I saw through the window, even though it was freaking me out. I felt tears burn in my eyes as I suddenly realized how big of an idiot I was.

I was so ridiculously stupid!

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Dirt, leaves, trees and the cold radiating from all around me. It took me a while to realize where I was but it didn't take a genius to see that I was in a forest. There was a slight breeze that made the branches of the trees move rhythmically. It would've been beautiful if it wasn't so dark, if the sun was shining and lighting up the whole area. But that wasn't the case.

It wasn't so strange that I was so terrified, I recognized this place. Only a few days ago I was lost. The feeling of loss was so distinctively clear that it made my heart throb. There wasn't a Jacob Black who would lead me back home this time. There was something else.

This time it was all up to me.

I took a step and I knew that something could hear me with the amount of noise I was making. But maybe they would've heard me anyway, with the way my heart was thumping out of control. I felt my hands shake as suddenly I felt something graze my arm. The way it ghost past me made me think that I might've imagined it but when I felt it again I knew that it was real.

So, so real.

I felt cold hands on the small of my back. It was so different from the warm hands I was used to. I flinched away and turned around. There wasn't anything. My breathings accelerated. Everything around me was so quiet that I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. Not to mention that my breathings weren't exactly soothing to anyone.

I turned around again just to be faced with the most beautiful woman I ever saw. Her red hair was like a beacon, and even in the darkness it was the one bright thing that distinguished herself from everything around her. The one thing that didn't blend together. There was something off about her though, her pale skin, I've never seen anyone that pale, was almost illuminated. There was a slight feline similarity and it was giving me goose bumps. When I saw her red eyes I gasped and opened my mouth to scream. Her cold hand muffled my scream and slowly she inched closer to me as her other arm wrapped itself around my shoulder. Pulling me closer to her as suddenly I could see her sharp teeth move to my skin. I started to trash wildly but her arms were pinning me to her and I couldn't move or escape. Tears were running down my cheeks.

So this was it…

"Jules!" My eyes snapped open. I saw black eyes peer down at me in curiosity. My chest was heaving up and down and I started to shake as I rolled on my back. Nausea was running havoc in my stomach and I took a deep breath through my mouth. Hoping that maybe it would soothe me if calmed myself down. I felt warm hands on my shoulders as they pulled me in a sitting position.

I almost forgot that Paul was there, witnessing it all. As his warm hands were running up down my arms to create friction I realized that I was still crying. Or should I say, crying in real life now. I took a shaky breath as I tried to stop the tears when I felt Paul's fingers trace my cheek. When it came in contact with my already bruised cheek I flinched. He pulled away his hand immediately and I felt his eyes on me. He hadn't said anything yet.

"What's going on?" He demanded. He crouched down in front of me and I felt the paranoia set in. "Hey, come on!" Paul shook me and I took a shaky breath and whimpered. This wasn't going right at all. I closed my eyes, in the hope it would calm me down. But when I shut my eyes, the only thing I saw was the bright colour of her hair.

"Julie, you're freaking me out here!" His voice was loud, but at least it pulled me out of my own misery. His eyes were alarmed and confused. The latter being overruled my the former. "Take a deep breath, will ya?" I did as he asked me to do and I felt his warm hand on the small of my back, rubbing circles in order to soothe me. I rested my forehead against his bare shoulder and my hands rested on his chest.

"I'm sorry." I apologized as I got a hold of my breathing. I was facing him now and one of his hands was on the back of my head.

"What happened?" I looked around and opened my mouth to say something when I suddenly I realized something.

"How was your patrol? You're alright, right?" Paul rolled his eyes and I on purposely ignored that.

"It was alright." He told me. "But what happened with you?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. "Nothing, I'm fine." I assured him. I didn't want him to know. I was already embarrassed enough. No, he's not going to find out that I freaked out because of a dream.

"You really think I'll believe that?" I shrugged. Not in the mood to argue.

"Believe whatever you want to believe." I responded. "But I'm okay. So, just…let it go." I finished. He gave me a penetrating glare and I sighed exasperated. Now Paul was here I did feel better, even though he was angry with me. I rather have him like that than not at all.

"Let's get you to bed." He murmured and for the first time since he woke me up I saw the tired look in his eyes. I couldn't 'believe I didn't see that before. Not to mention the exhaustion his posture was radiating. The poor boy was absolutely drained and he found me panicking when he came home. That's not really something you would like to see, I suppose.

"Oh-kay." I breathed and I let him pull me up. Suddenly I recalled his shirt. I turned around to and saw his shirt was on the floor.

"Your shirt." He looked at me and than at the discarded shirt on the floor. He picked it up and put his hand on the small of my back, pushing me gently towards the stairs. We ascended the stairs in record time and I was surprised I didn't fall, but with a werewolf around with super reflexes I doubted that I was going to fall down anyways.

"You're not going to tell me what's wrong, right?" There was a slight edge in his voice and I found my annoyance grow.

"There isn't anything wrong, Paul." I snapped. God knows how much I was overreacting but sometimes I just couldn't get past my head or heart. In this case it was a matter of dignity.

"Whatever." He muttered exasperated and I huffed, feeling the urge to hit him. I glared at him.

"If you don't want to hear my answer than just don't ask." I responded feeling extremely frustrated. He raised his hands in the air and rubbed his face.

"It's not the answer I want to hear Julie. That's the thing that's pissing me off." He responded harshly.

"What doesn't piss you off Paul? You get angry about everything!" I hissed. I crossed my arms and focused my eyes on the floor instead.

"Just go to bed Julie, we'll discuss this in the morning." Now he was acting like my parents and I felt the unease creep up.

"How about we don't discuss this?" I suggested and I turned around walking to my room.

I wasn't even supposed to get angry in the first place. I suppose this proved that Paul and I were more alike than we originally thought. I sighed as I closed to the door behind me. I rested the back of my head against it.

I wish I could've stayed with Paul but I suppose that was out of the question.

A/N: Please review, my dearest Review Box George is so lonely! And you guys are my fuel for writing this story. Without your support I wouldn't be where I was right now!