DISCLAIMER - I do NOT own Twilight. End of story.

A/N: I detest this chapter, and I'm embarresed by how it turned out. God, it awful, I might rewrite it. Sorry for the long wait.

Jacob Black:

You smelt it too? Embry's voice was strained. He knew it was getting closer and closer. Just like I had known.

Yeah, it's been following Anna. I smelled the exact scent when I was at her house a while ago. I growled digging my paw into the ground to stop at a tree and smell it.

Jacob, calm down. I'm thinking it saw us and made a run for it. Quil didn't cheer me up. In fact in made me angrier. That bloodsucker wanted her. If he didn't he wouldn't be hanging around here.

I don't think he's after Anna. I growled at Sam before speeding away in search of it.

Nothing, the scent was fading with the rain. It was so frustrating. Thinking quickly I ran back to Anna's house. And strangely the smell was strong there. Very strong.

Jacob I need to tell you something…

Sam didn't need to go any further. His thoughts said it all. So, that new monster is a Cullen. I should have known. A normal bloodsucker would have at least made a move…

If he was following her but not doing anything could it mean he wanted to kill her? But then again Edward didn't kill Bella. He just stalked her like this one is. So that means they are doing the same exact…thing…

Fuck.

Annabelle Uley:

"Mom!" I shouted well after her and dad finished their latest tiff. They were fighting less since Sam had visited. But it still didn't relieve the tension. Luke was still in bed. But I heard something from his room while I walked passed it.

"Luke, we can't tell your mom just yet…" Dad voice was low and tense. I heard Luke sigh. But it didn't really sound like him. His voice was lower, much deeper and older sounding. Thinking over the deep tenor sound it couldn't be my brother.

I pressed my ear to the door and listened in. "Anna deserves to know what the hell is going on! She moved here when she never wanted to." That was Luke. Though the voice was so different I could tell that was my brother.

"Lucas," Dad's voice was low but then I heard a growl. It sounded like it was coming from Luke. "I can't be apart of this anymore. I'm telling Anna tonight. Whether you like it or not.

I didn't hear another word from dad because mom came around the corner snatching my arm. "Mom?" She didn't even answer but dragged me to the front door. She snatched her keys and jacket before spinning to me.

"Annabelle, I need you to do something for me." She looked at Luke's door then back to me. "We're going to see a doctor." Her eyes shifted around the room

"What doctor…mom, what are you-" She cut her off by throwing her coat in her face. "Anna." Her voice was cracking. "There isn't time for questions. We need to get there and get back. Got it?"

I nodded furiously. "Anna, I didn't want this to get this far. But I need answers." I just followed her mother into the car. Having no clue to what my mother meant but I sure as hell wasn't going to cross her in this instance.

She drove out of La Push in a hurry. Faster than she had driven in her life. She paid no mind to the speed limits. Or the amount of stop signs she sped passed.

After a good twenty minutes we arrived at a house on a hill, it wasn't the regular Forks home. It was gorgeous. There were huge windows and a modern looking vibe. I got out of the car after my mom quickly slammed the door and walked to the front door. I followed closely on her tail. What was she doing? Who were we seeing?

But my questions were answered when a handsome young man answered the door. "Oh, Clara. How nice to see you again." He smiled warmly stepping aside and letting us in.

I walked into the house apprehensively. How the hell does he know my mom?

"I'm so sorry to bother you Carlisle, especially during your son's wedding planning going on, but I just didn't know where to turn."

His gorgeous smile faltered. "What is it?"

My mom started crying. Like full out crying. In this strangers front room. I looked around helplessly, something caught my eye.

A boy, one of the most good looking boys I've ever seen in my life was staring at me intently from the top of the stairs. His eyes were a burning amber. He didn't look like he was breathing. The look was as if I would vanish if he made one move. He opened his mouth but a small woman came scampering down the stairs.

"Clara! Clara, honey, are you alright?" She asked grabbing my mother's shoulders and forcing her to calm down.

Someone else came into the room, but he stood by. His face was pained but then her calmed his features and at the same time my mom's actions soothe. She was finally able to get something coherent out. "It's my son. He's sick."

Carlisle nodded and without hesitation spoke. "Let's go to my office." With that he was gone. The boy on the stairs was now at the foot of them and was still staring. The woman was looking towards the direction my mom left in.

I was so confused. No, never mind. Confused? That's the understatement of the year.