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-Storm Clouds

Paul Lahote stood on the sand, watching the Aria from the back as she hurried to her car, got in, and drove away. He barely knew her, he knew nothing about her besides her name, and yet she was his world, the reason he was on the planet, she was what was holding him there. He didn't know anything about her, in reality, but he knew that she needed him. One look in her eyes had told him how lost, alone, and broken she was.

"Who was that?" He heard Bella asked from behind him, her and Edward having come to get Renesmee. It's been five years since her birth, though she had the appearance of a early teenager.

"Aria Adams, Karen Simmons' niece," Edward supplied, "And the girl that Paul just imprinted on."

"Why did she run away?" Emily asked, disappointed, holding her husband's hand, her free hand resting on her five month pregnant belly.

"She...had a bad experience with some of our kind." Edward said hesitantly. "Her mind is different...she's very lost and haunted."

"I'll help her," Paul said, desperate to see her again, be around her again; desperate to make everything ok.

"If she's Paul's imprint, won't she become aware of our existence anyways?" Bella asked, "So we can explain, tell her how we're different."

"I need to go see her," Paul said. "I'm going to find her."

"Don't tell her anything until I say so, Paul," Sam ordered, and Paul nodded, hurrying in the direction the car had gone.

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It took every ounce of focus Aria had to make it back to the house before she broke down, it was almost painful, trying to hold it all in. Her heart ached in her chest, her palms were sweating as she gripped the steering wheel in her hand. It was a relief that she made it back, parking in the driveway and getting out of the car. She sung song lyrics in her head, trying to will away the memories, but it was no use. Desperate to stop the breakdown, she dropped into a chair on the porch, and began to write in her journal.

My sister's name was Shayla. Shayla Amora Adams. Her name meant blind love, my father said our mother chose it because she was so in love with my sister before she had even seen her. Everyone called her Shay. She was like a fire, she caught everyone's attention and knew how to take control of a room. She had bright red hair and shocking blue eyes. She was the perfect child with straight A's, and daddy's little girl. She was a sports star, and popular, everyone wanted to be her friend.

We were worlds apart, my sister and I. She was so different than tiny, quiet, unremarkable me, and three years older. But she said I was her best friend anyway. We told each other everything, and she tried her hardest to make me a part of the family, even though my father tried his hardest to make sure I wasn't. He blames me, you see, for our mother's death. My sister was everything to me, the only one who truly understood. I had one other person I could talk to, my best friend Melissa

It was the day after my sixteenth birthday. I'd completed my driver's test and gotten my license, and Shay, Melissa and I had gone out to eat to celebrate. We stayed late at the restaurant talking, it was nearing midnight when we left. It was Melissa who suggested the shortcut through the abandoned warehouse, and Shay and I hadn't thought anything of it.

We were halfway to the door when they stepped out of the shadows into the dim light. I don't know how I knew, but I knew something was off about them. They were perfect in every way, from their figures, to their features, to the shine of their hair, sparkle of their teeth, the devilish gleam in their murderous red eyes.

I know they spoke to us before it happened, I just can't remember what they said, but I know it was mocking, meant to bring out more fear.

I felt my sister gripping my hand. "Run, Ari," She whispered, "Run, now!"

"No," I said, pulling on her, grabbing Melissa's arm, "Not without you."

"No one's leaving," The female said, and suddenly they were both right there.

Before we could scream or blink, my ankle was snapped by the male, and I sunk to the floor in agony, and then, Melissa and Shay weren't by my sides anymore, but directly in front of me, the male sinking his teeth into Melissa and the female into my sister. I screamed. I screamed so much I'm surprised I can speak today. I screamed as I watched them, bite after bite, blood spilling to the floor, mutilating my sister and best friend until they were barley recognizable. I couldn't do anything to save them, save her.

Then, they were both beside me. They grinned at each other.

"I'm just not thirsty right now, Kenneth," The female purred. "Maybe we should save this one...come back for her in a few months...years...sometime."

"Good plan, Crystal..." He grinned. "We'll see you around sometime, beautiful," He mocked, his sharp fingernail scratching into my skin, drawing blood. The male's crazy, sadistic eyes are the last thing I remember before blacking out.

"Aria," A gentle, caring male voice said, pulling her back to the present, out of her journal.

Her head shot up, and she let out a visible sigh of relief, seeing it was the guy from the beach, but then she grew wary. "Paul? Did you follow me?" She asked, guarded, as she shut her journal.

Her eyes met his again, and his heart broke. He wanted to hold her, tell her everything would be ok, but above everything he wanted to make everything ok, make her ok.

"Sort of," He admitted, "You rushed away so quick, and I felt really bad and I just...it seemed like you weren't ok."

She wanted to put up the facade she had been for months, tell him she was fine and send him on his way, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to tell him a lie.

She shrugged, looking away. "I'm managing. Why do you care, anyways? You don't know me."

"I want to." He said honestly. "I want to know you, and help you and...Look, don't be creeped out but do you believe in love at first sight?" He sounded stupid and weird, and he knew it.

She simply shrugged. "I don't know. But I do know that I did not come here for some summer romance, and that I'm the last girl that you would ever want to go out with, Paul. It's sweet," She said, and she honestly was flattered, shocked that any guy as attractive as that would ever show interest in her. "Very sweet. But I've got a past and baggage."

"You're the only girl I will ever want to go out with," Paul said before he could stop himself. "I know I sound cheesy and a lot of other things, but please believe me that I'm not lying. I want to be with you, baggage and all. Tell me about your past, I won't run, I promise." He said desperately, still overwhelmed by these feelings, his connection to this girl.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I did tell you." She shook her head. "No one else does." She admitted honestly. When she woke, she was in a hospital, bandages wrapped around her arms. Her father was there with the doctor and nurse, as she explained in hysterical, terrified tears what had happened. Her father stared at her, telling her that there were no bodies found, nothing, and then he'd had her put in the psych ward. She'd stayed there for a month, until she realized if she ever wanted to get out and run away from where those things expected her to be, she had to lie, and so she did and he finally let her come home. Shay and Melissa had been listed as runaways, missing persons, and it killed her. Everyone she knew thought she was unstable.

"Try me," He said, interrupting her thoughts. "I'm good with weird."

She looked at him for a long time, eventually realizing something. No music was playing, she wasn't screaming song lyrics in her head, and she wasn't on a beach...but no memories were overcoming her, terror was creeping it's way in. She felt inexplicably at ease around him, comforted, and for some reason, she believed him, so she stood from her chair and moved to sit down on the first step down from the porch, before looking up at him, gesturing beside her, inviting him in.