AN: Heyyyyy! How y'all doing on this fine Thursday? I'm just peachy. =) Sorry there was a wait time on this story, but I wasn't sure how to write this chapter. Let's just say that this was not the only draft of this chapter. ;) Well, I am making a request: 4 reviews. Just 4 reviews with some encouraging words, and I might have the next chapter finished in under a week. =O I know, but it can be done! Oh, and the first two reviewers get a sneak peek of the next chapter. =D It's awesome, isn't it? Well, anyway, here is Chapter 12! R&R, please!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Cullens or the Pack. I own Ebony, Onyx, and any other characters y'all don't recognize.

(O POV) 12. The Green Guardians of Washington

Four teenagers stood in a straight line, wearing forest green cloaks with the hoods pulled over their heads. There were two boys and two girls. They moved out into the direct sunlight, and the blonde in the middle tugged back her hood, revealing her pale face and bright ocean blue eyes.

"Diamond?" I gasped, surprised. "What the hell?"

"Hey, Onyx," she greeted. "Hey, wolves." She acknowledged the pack with a wave. "I had a feeling there was something different about you and your sister, and now I know. Guys, take off your hoods, so she can see who you all are."

The dark-skinned boy removed his hood first, displaying the narrow face with grey eyes I've come to know as my best friend. "Hey, Onyx," he breathed.

I smiled a bright grin at him and heard a growl rumble out from behind me. "Hey, Andrew."

The next person to remove their hood was my sister's first friend, Chelsea. Her startling orange-red hair shone in the light, and her green eyes sparkled as they stared at me. "Onyx." She nodded coolly. I mimicked her nod and turned my gaze to the last one with a hood.

Slowly he pushed it back off his face, exposing a pair of icy blue eyes and a mop of black hair. "Hello, Onyx." Christian smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Really?" I exclaimed, my voice shooting up an octave. "What the hell? What are y'all?"

"We are the Green Guardians of Washington," Diamond said in an authoritative voice. "We protect the state of Washington from mythical creatures, such as Children of the Moon and red-eyes, or vampires if you prefer your term." She shrugged, as if it were all the explanation that she needed.

"So, basically, we're here for no reason?" Jacob blurted out, alerting me to him and his pack behind me.

"Of course not," she hastily answered. "The Green Guardians only have four for each state in the United States or fifty-four for a country. The United States get more because there are more supernatural attacks in the States than any other part in the world."

"How can you tell?" Quil asked curiously.

"Remember all those people who would suddenly disappear and not be found for weeks, then turn up in a river or something?" Christian quizzed in his quiet voice. Our eyes flicked over to his calm and neutral face, and I nodded my head. "Well, usually supernaturals kill them. Vampires and Children of the Moon attacks are easier to discern, but other ones with rogue witches and demons are a little bit more complicated."

"Before this conversation can go on any further, can we bring this discussion over to my house? I'm sure that Carlisle and the Cullens will be excited to hear this news," I asked Diamond.

"Well, is the Pack coming?" she hedged, glancing over each one before hesitating on Embry. His eyes were suddenly flooded with love and adoration as they locked on Diamond's ocean eyes.

What the hell? Twice, in two days. Sam, Jared, Quil, Jacob, and now Embry? I thought imprinting was supposed to be rare. Paul panicked in his mind.

Man, dude. This imprinting is like a fucking virus! Quil admitted in his mind.

Damn. At least Embry found his imprint. He hasn't dated in almost a year and a half, ever since he phased. It's good he found his one true love. Jacob smiled at Embry before glancing at me.

So that's what imprinting is? A way to find your true love? I shoved the thought at Jacob, and he jumped, startled at my thoughts in his mind. He looked at me for a split second before bursting out of his clothes and into the russet wolf I already loved. He disappeared into the bushes, heading into the direction of my house.

"Jacob Black! Get back here and finish what you started!" I hollered after him. Chuckles came from both the Guardians and the Pack. "Oh, shut it. I'm gonna follow him. Can one of y'all take my car home?"

Embry stepped forward, holding his hand out for the keys. "I'll take it. Which one is your car?"

"The silver Mercedes. It has a Princess license plate on the front. By the way, if I see one scratch on my baby, I will personally put you in the hospital myself," I threatened him. He gulped and nodded before striding off in the direction of my car with Quil following him.

"Y'all know how to get to my house?" I questioned the remaining groups. They nodded, and I smiled before saying, "Well, meet you all there." Nodding my head towards my friends, I sped off after Jacob.

Four minutes. Four minutes out of my eternal life to look for a horse-sized wolf, otherwise known as Jacob Black. Four minutes of me following his sorry butt halfway to my house on foot, in flip-flops no less. One minute to spring in a tree thirty feet ahead of him without him noticing me. And ten seconds to wait for him to come beneath me, with an extra five seconds to fall through the air and land on his back, sending him to the ground.

He automatically bucked up, and I latched onto his back, grabbing the fur on the back of his neck. Jacob sniffed cautiously before he laid down on his stomach, pressing his ears on his head. I scratched him on top of his head and wrapped my arms around his neck, swinging around to face him eye-to-eye. Jacob stood to his full height, with my feet dangling off the ground as I hung onto his neck like an ornament.

"Jacob Black, so help me, if you don't phase back this instant I will not speak to you for the rest of the month," I threatened.

Are you threatening me? Jacob thought, raising a bushy eyebrow.

"No, Jacob." I smirked before continuing. "It's a promise."

Rolling his eyes, he suddenly reared up, launching me into the air and on a branch fifteen feet above him. I struggled to get a grip on the thick branch before I swung my legs up and curled them around the limb, my eyes wide with shock and my mouth hanging slightly open. Suspicious coughing sounded from Jacob, and I glanced down at him in annoyance.

Belly up on the ground, he curled himself into a ball, rocking back and forth hysterically. Jacob glanced up at my irritated expression once before he collapsed in another fit of coughing laughs. I huffed and climbed higher in the tree, hearing his last snicker. The bushes rustled as he slunk behind them to change back, but I still got the perfect view of his tan backside up in this tree. He yanked on a pair of tattered shorts from a knothole in an oak and stumbled out from the bushes, glancing everywhere for me.

Finally his gaze shifted up, and he spotted me sitting a good forty or fifty feet in the air, my lip pouting out and my arms folded over my chest. "What's the matter, babe?" he called.

"Don't call me babe," I hissed back, irritated.

"Why? It was just a joke, Onyx," Jacob told me. Come on, babe; you know I didn't mean to offend you.

"You still offended me." I was stubborn on that fact. "Just go to the meeting without me, Jacob Black. You can explain why I'm not going to be there."

"Let's talk about this, Onyx," he soothed in his deep voice. "Come down here, please." He pulled out the puppy eyes on me, nearly battering down my resolve.

"No," I flatly said.

"Fine, then," he huffed. "I'm coming up." He began to scramble up the tree, swinging his weight from one branch to the other. However, the next one he grabbed snapped like a weak twig, and he fell and landed flat on his back, a dazed look in his dark eyes.

Muffling my giggles proved to be entirely impossible; it was just too damn funny, seeing the confusion plastered on his face. "Oh my god," I sniggered. "Look . . . at . . . your . . . face!" I wrapped an arm around my aching sides and clutched the branch I was sitting on to keep my balance.

He stood up on shaky legs, nearly toppling over again. Pouting, Jacob whined, "Not funny, Onyx! I could have been seriously hurt."

I snorted at that and lurched out the tree, landing in front of him and standing in all of my five-foot-six glory. "Jake, you and I both know that you would've healed instantly if you got hurt," I sarcastically told.

Surprisingly, he learned how to block his thoughts from me, so when I tried to read his mind, I was thrown out like garbage. Smiling a wicked smile, he leaned down so that his mouth was next to my ear. "Oh, I know that, but I had to get you down somehow," he whispered in my ear. I shuddered when I felt his hot breath on my ear, and he smirked, seeing me shiver.

"But why—?" Again, I was cut off by his lips crashing into mine.

The thoughts clouding my mind were dissipated, and I was acutely aware of everything to do with Jacob. The world outside of Jacob and me was nonexistent while we were making out. I wished it never ended.

Our lips fit together flawlessly, the intense heat emitting from him making me swoon. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, and I granted him access to my mouth tentatively. He plunged right in, tasting me and exploring with his tongue. An feral growl ripped through my mouth, and he nipped at my bottom lip as punishment.

Jacob's lips began to trail up the side of my face, leaving a tingling feeling in his wake. He circled around and paused at my ear. He pulled my earlobe into his mouth, and I groaned and dropped my head to the side. His lips traveled down my jaw and to my neck, freezing there. I took that as a moment to speak.

"J-jacob," I stuttered. "St-stop, please."

"Whyyyy?" he whined. His tongue swirled a circle on my neck, and I moaned again. With great difficulty I shoved away from him and stepped back. His eyes displayed a touch of hurt, and then an odd sparkle shined in his eyes. I warily observed it and took another step backwards. Unfortunately, my back hit the rough bark of a tree. Damn forest.

"Jacob, this is going a little fast for me. I mean, I just met you this morning, and now there's a hot-n-heavy make-out session in the forest. Cool it!" I firmly told him, stamping my foot as emphasis.

"Did you seriously just stamp your foot? Really?" Amusement colored his voice as he spoke to me. "Don't you think you're a little old to be stomping your feet like?"

"Listen, skippy, I'll say whateva I wanna say. Got that?" I jokingly ordered him.

Rolling his eyes, he replied, "Sure, sure."

"Off topic!" I warned. "Jacob, we've only known each other for at most five hours. Let's take it slow, alright?"

"Fine," he sighed, pursing his lips. "We'll 'take it slow.'"

"That's all I'm asking for." Smiling a vibrant grin, I pecked him on the lips and dashed off in the direction of my house.

"Hey! I thought you said to take it slow," he hollered after me. I could hear his heavy footsteps thundering on the damp ground behind me and his hard breathing as he struggled to keep up with me in his human form.

"I know, but I cheat a lot on agreements most of the time. You should know that about me since we're in this together," I called back over my shoulder, barely winded.

It continued on like that for the duration of the run to my house, with him panting and me giggling under my breath. The back of my house finally came into view just as Jacob grabbed me from behind. I was twirled around into his chest, and he locked his arms around my waist.

This is what you get for teasing me, he whispered to me in his mind.

He placed a single finger underneath my chin and tilted it up, so I would have to meet his piercing dark eyes. He lowered his head down to become eye level with me, and his lips were millimeters away from mine. He blew softly onto my moist lips nearly unraveling me on the spot. My eyelids fluttered closed before he placed a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth, dragging his lips down my jaw and onto my neck, and nibbled on my pulse point. I whined in my throat for his lips to kiss mine, but he refused to grant it.

If you're going to punish me like that, I think I'll tease you more often. I pushed that thought to him, and I felt his lips curl into a smirk against my neck.

This, babe, is so that none of the Forks people try to date you. You're mine, he possessively thought back.

"What do you mean 'try to date me'? What'd you do?" I asked him suspiciously.

He chuckled again before removing his lips from my throat and slinging an arm around my shoulder. "You'll see."

I sighed and leaned into his arm, smiling lazily as we walked into the house. Nothing could ruin this moment. Of course I spoke too soon, with Alice having a full-blown vision and me receiving the brunt of it.