This chapter has an edited version of chapter ten from New Moon. It's the meadow scene, and I hope you guys like the first interaction between Abigale and Jacob.

As always, all recognizable content does NOT belong to me. Only Abigale is my property.

And even then, only in a general sense, seeing as she is her own person and is not actual property. That would be demeaning if I didn't clarify.

This is where it gets good folks.


"Hey, would you...would you do me a favor?"

I looked up from my froot-loops mid bite and looked up at Bella. It looked like she had been crying, and she nervously pulled at the end of her grey sweater.

"Uh...yeah, what's up?"

"Will you go somewhere with me?"

"Like, the store or-"

"It's a meadow."

"A...meadow?"

"Yeah…"

"In January?"

"Well...yeah?"

"It's gonna be pretty dead dude, shouldn't you wait a couple months-"

"Please Abby? Please, for me?"

"...can't Jacob go?" I whined, throwing my head back none too gracefully.

She hiccuped and looked down and I suddenly felt bad. I hadn't realized they had a falling out. She gave me the puppy eyes, which was super effective since they were red and watery and damn it.

So, Bella and I geared up in jackets and boots and went to a meadow.

The hike itself was relaxing in my opinion, the crisp cold air blowing on my cheeks as I walked over tree branches and stopped to take a picture or two for a project over nature I had due in a week for biology.

Hitting two birds with one stone today.

So, we walk, but we really don't talk. Bella's been pretty silent ever since she went to the movies and got the stomach flu. Apparently Jacob wasn't talking to her right now. Of course I'm curious, but I don't have the heart to ask what happened.

Not my business, not my problem I guess.

So, as I predicted, the meadow was pretty barron. There were a few patches of not-that-dead grass growing here and there, but other than that it was more of a dead field.

We stood there a couple minutes, Bella looking close to tears. I stand there awkwardly, and rock onto the balls of my feet and wait for an explanation why I'm here. I start taking pictures around the meadow, and just stay quiet.

"This was our place." Bella said quietly. I look over at her, confused and slightly worried. "Edward's and mine. He took me here the first time…" She suddenly got a far off look in her eyes, and the tears started to fall down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry I made you come, I just couldn't come here by myself."

"Bella-"

She cut me off when she fell to her knees, gasping for air. I ran to her, not quite sure what to do.

"Let's go, come on, it'll be okay Bell-"

"It's not the same anymore."

"I'm sorry?"

"This place! When he was here, it meant something. It was special...and now…" She started gasping for breath again, and I rubbed circles in her back.

Well, guess she wasn't over Edmund.

"Bella?" An unfamiliar voice sprang out of no where, and I sprang up and spun on my heel, and found myself face to face with a pair of blood-red eyes. I was about to scream when Bella gasped.

"Laurent?"

The man gave a smooth smile that was a cross between incredibly handsome and incredibly dangerous.

"You guys friends?"

The man nodded in my direction in greeting, but gave no other indication I exsisted.

"I didn't expect to see you here." He strolled toward us, his expression bemused.

"Isn't it the other way around? I do live here. I thought you'd gone to Alaska."

Why would this guy go to Alaska? Who was this guy?

What was this guy?

He stopped about ten paces away, cocking his head to the side. His face was the most beautiful face I'd seen. his skin blemishless, his strides graceful and purposeful.

His eyes blood red and menacing.

"You're right," he agreed. "I did go to Alaska. Still, I didn't expect, when I found the Cullen place empty, I thought they'd moved on."

"Oh." Was Bella's response as she bit her lip. This was too confusing. "They did move on," she finally managed to tell him.

"Hmm," he murmured. "I'm surprised they left you behind. Weren't you sort of a pet of theirs?" His eyes were innocent of any intended offense. I can't imagine how that statement wouldn't be offensive. The dick.

Bella smiled, looking down "Something like that."

"Hmm," he said, thoughtful again.

This guy was beyond creepy. Beautiful, yes, but insanely creepy too. He watched the two of us with a mixture of disinterest and intrigue, like he didn't know whether he should care or not. He eyed Bella with a familiarity I wasn't comfortable with. He eyed her like a serial killer eyed their next victim; with interest and malice.

Bella took a step back, and his curious, dark red eyes followed the movement.

"Do they visit often?" he asked, still casual, but his weight shifted toward the two of us.

"Now and again." she said, her voice strained. If she was trying to lie, she was doing a very poor job of it. "The time seems longer to me, I imagine. You know how they get distracted."

"Hmm," he said again. "The house smelled like it had been vacant for a while"

Smelled vacant? What kinda crack was this guy smoking?

"I'll have to mention to Carlisle that you stopped by. He'll be sorry they missed your visit. But I probably shouldn't mention it to Edward, I suppose" The way she said his name, like it was physically painful, was what made the terrible to begin with charade crumble "He has such a temper, well, I'm sure you remember. He's still touchy about the whole James thing." Bella sounded hysteric, though she tried to sound more dismissive. She really was terrible at this.

Whatever it was.

"Is he really?" Laurent asked pleasantly, skeptically.

"Mm-hmm."

Bella grabbed my hand, subtly trying to get some comfort.

Laurent took a casual step to the side, gazing around at the little meadow. I noticed it was an intentional step towards us, and I could feel my heart pounding. What the good fuck was wrong with this guy?

"So how are things working out in Denali? Carlisle said you were staying with Tanya?" Bella said, her voice going up an extra octive. She couldn't lie herself out of a paper bag, but I would be zero help in this situation seeing as I had no Idea what was going on.

"I like Tanya very much," he mused. "And her sister Irina even more. I've never stayed in one place for so long before, and I enjoy the advantages, the novelty of it. But, the restrictions are difficult and I'm surprised that any of them can keep it up for long." He smiled at Bella in an almost menacing way. "Sometimes I cheat."

I felt my mind racing, searching for a way out. I looked with my eyes to find something to defend us with, and saw a large tree branch a little ways off. Bella tried to step back, only to freeze when the man's red eyes flickered down to catch the movement.

"Oh," she said in a faint voice. "Jasper has problems with that, too."

"Really?" Laurent seemed interested. "Is that why they left?"

"No, Jasper is more careful at home."

"Yes," Laurent agreed. "I am, too."

The step forward he took now was deliberate, he was cornering us.

"Did Victoria ever find you?" Bella asked, breathless, desperate to distract him.

Who is Victoria?

Who is James?

WHAT THE MOTHER FUCK IS GOING ON.

The question seemed to stop him.

"I have." He paused a moment "And she is not going to like this"

"What?"

"That I'm going to kill you."

"M-me, why-"

"Victoria was very angry when your Edward killed James. You must understand, the price she has put on your head is quite high, though she wanted to do the deed herself. I just can not resist your smell."

I paused on my way to grabbing the branch when he said that. What was this crazy person talking about?

A hissing noise, terrifying and horrible, erupted from the man's throat, and he lunged toward Bella, and, almost in slow motion, I grabbed the branch and chunked it at his head.

Suddenly, before I could blink, the man's blood red eyes were on me again, and I was seeing stars as he clubbed me across the face with the branch not a millisecond ago had been about to hit him.

"Maybe the meat you've brought with you should go first?" I heard him say, and his freezing hand was around my neck and with strength no man his size had, he picked me up and I was dangling in the air in front of him.

And then, he was gone in a flash of fur, growls and screeches.

Where the monster of a man had once stood was now occupied by the biggest wolf I had laid eyes on. It's fur was a deep russet, highlighted with darker reds and browns. It's ears were laid flat against it's head, and it looked ready to pounce. In the background, four other wolves about the same size were dragging the guy away, hissing and kicking the whole time.

I made to get up, and the wolf in front of me turned.

Suddenly, without warning or explanation, it's entire demeanor changed. It's ears picked back up, it's big brown eyes grew even wider and it's crouch turned into a stumble as it took a step towards me.

Now, this is the part where I run away, right? I mean, big, horse-sized wolf is walking towards me like I'm it's new favorite toy. I should be terrified, running for my life. The thing's friends were making a chew toy out of a guy who could pick me up with one hand.

I should turn my happy ass around and run away, and never turn around.

So, of course, I stick my hand out to pet the damn thing.

It's fur was incredibly soft, a lot softer than I had anticipated. The wolf froze for a moment before it shuddered and leaned into my touch.

For some reason, this made me smile.

That, dear friends, was when I unceremoniously and quite literally fainted on the spot.