Vanessa and her friends weren't at school the next day, or the next. They didn't go to school for the whole week.

Sadie had a vague suspicion that someone had reported them, and that was why they hadn't gone, but she had no idea who it could have been.

However, she was the only one who knew what had possibly happened to them. All week every student was trying to gain information on it, trying to discover what they'd done.

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The next Monday, Vanessa and her friends returned. The friends looked rather ashamed, but Vanessa was seething. She knew who had told on her, and she was going to get her revenge.

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When the final bell rang, Mark ran outside to start the car. Sadie stayed back, putting all her books away. The hallway was empty as she opened her locker.

Some steps were heard echoing throughout the empty hall. Sadie looked up from her locker and saw Vanessa walking towards her. Her face was so angry it was red. Sadie grew afraid of what she would do.

"You bitch!" Vanessa yelled at Sadie. "You told everyone! After you said you wouldn't! You're a bitch!"

Sadie backed away slightly, afraid of what more Vanessa would do.

Vanessa slapped Sadie across the face, "Bitch!"

Sadie slowly lifted her shaking hand to touch her red cheek.

"But I didn't tell anybody," she protested quietly.

Vanessa looked even madder than before.

"You lying whore!"

Vanessa back-handed Sadie across the face. Sadie felt not only the sting of the slap, but the feeling that something was digging into her skin.

As soon as Vanessa lowered her hand, Sadie noticed that Vanessa's large and sharp ring had cut her cheek. Vanessa noticed this too.

"Now look at what you did!" she yelled. "This ring was very special, and now you got your blood all over it!"

Vanessa looked at Sadie coldly, then walked away, holding her hand away from her body as if contaminated.

Sadie raised her hand to touch her right cheek. She looked at her hand, blood was dripping down it. Vanessa's ring had made a deep cut reaching from her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth. Sadie stuck her tongue out the left corner of her mouth and tasted blood.

A horn honked. Sadie jumped and stacked her books inside her locker quickly. She closed it and made sure her hair covered her cut as she ran outside.

Mark was waiting impatiently in the car. Sadie got in quickly, tossing her book-bag into the backseat.

"What took you so long?" Mark asked her.

"Nothing," Sadie said quietly. The tears she'd been trying to hold in ever since she was slapped were beginning to slip. A lone tear made its way into Sadie's cut. She hissed as the salt water touched the still-bleeding wound. She put her hand on top of her cheek.

Mark was sniffing loudly. He'd smelled something strange the minute Sadie stepped inside the car. He glanced at his friend. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes as she put a hand to her right cheek, the one turned to the window. Worried, Mark parked the car close to the woods.

He turned to look at Sadie. "What's wrong?" he asked her.

Sadie didn't say anything, but Mark noticed tears overrun her left eye. He watched as a drop slowly ran down her face. Sadie seemed to be hiding her right cheek. Mark slowly reached out and grasped Sadie's chin with his right hand. He firmly moved her head so he could see what she was hiding.

Sadie kept her hand on her cheek, knowing it was useless to hide it now, but she felt as if she had to.

Mark turned Sadie to face him. Without letting go of her chin, he used his left hand to pry away Sadie's hand from her cheek.

He gasped slightly as a large scratch was revealed. It was bleeding and seemed to be deep. Sadie had blood all over her hand as well.

"Who did this?" he asked angrily.

"It…it was an… accident," Sadie said haltingly.

"Have I ever told you you're a terrible liar? Now, tell me, who did it?"

Mark looked into Sadie's teary eyes. She blinked and sighed.

"Vanessa," she whispered.

Mark felt anger overwhelm him, and he opened the door to the car quickly. He got out and bent over, his hands on his knees. He breathed deeply, trying to fight the urge to transform.

"Mark?" Sadie asked worriedly. She got out of the car and went to stand next to him. "Are you alright?"

Mark growled as he began to feel the slight tremor of his limbs that indicated that transformation wasn't far away. He ran into the woods, trying to get as far away from Sadie as he could. Sadie was close behind.

As soon as Mark was far enough, he yelled in anger and gave in to the transformation. His clothes ripped apart as his body expanded.

In wolf form, he stood there for a while, trying to calm down.

Suddenly, he heard a leaf crunch under someone's foot. He turned around and saw Sadie staring at him. He watched her for a second, then ran off into the woods. He would have to go home and get some clothes. Then he would go back to Sadie and try to explain what had happened.

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Sadie ran after her friend.

"Mark!" she yelled.

Sadie heard a yell. She ran faster. A loud ripping noise was heard. Frightened, Sadie ran toward the noise.

Suddenly, Sadie stopped. A few feet in front of her was a huge wolf. It was about the size of a horse, its fur was dark brown.

Sadie gasped in fright. The wolf seemed to sense her. It turned around and stared at Sadie with familiar eyes. Then, it turned and ran into the woods.

Sadie sat down heavily on the ground. She sat there for a long time, fearing to get up, yet terrified of lingering.

After a long debate, Sadie decided to leave. As she set her hand on the ground to help herself up, she felt something soft. Sadie picked it up. It was a small piece of red fabric. Sadie was sure she had seen it before.

Then she remembered, Mark had been wearing a shirt with that red pattern today.

Sadie came to the conclusion that Mark had been attacked by the wolf, which explained the yell and the piece of fabric.

She ran to the car. Sadie opened the backdoor and reached for her book-bag. After a short while of searching, Sadie took out a small, silver phone. With shaking fingers she dialed Carlisle's number. The phone on the other end rang twice before he answered.

"Hello?" Carlisle asked.

"Carlisle! It's Sadie!"

"Sadie? What's wrong?"

"It's Mark! He's been attacked by an enormous wolf! We have to help him!"

"Where are you Sadie?"

"Just a few miles away from your house."

"I'll be right there."

(A/N) Oh! Very interesting! I'm quite grateful to get this chapter out of my system, it's been bugging me for a few days. Anyway, here you go! Enjoy!

Catty: Before you leave, aren't you forgetting something?

Me: Oh, right.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight!