[A/N: I think I'm running out of rules. Oh, nope. Got five more! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter. DramaDramaDrama! I don't own anything Twilight.]

How to live with Werewolves.

Rule Number Five:

To truly be part of their world, you've got to have two eyes at the back of your head.

Last time:

"There's a bonfire tomorrow night."

"You should come", Sam adds.

Jacob whispers something in Quileute and both Embry and Quil stare at him with wide eyes before they take off into a jog, disappearing behind the trees.

I write down the words and try to sound them out as I search them up online before going to bed.

The results don't come up with anything helpful, something about imprinting and forever.

What does that mean?

Today is not my day. I wake up and as I go to get out of bed, I wind myself up in the sheets and hit the floor with an incoherent curse. Both my elbows catch the worst of it and I limp my way into the bathroom.

Halfway through my shower, the water goes cold.

After that episode, I begin to talk to Renee, trying to liven up the empty spaces where I know she wants to write; Are you okay?

In some ways, I guess I am.

I'm on auto-pilot as I clean and put the dishes away, throwing cans and packets of half eaten chips into the bin outside. Then I head to work and sign in as Mike stacks boxes on top of the shelves, checking things off the list as we talk absently about school and when it comes back and how everyone else is doing.

I step onto the wobbly piece of junk of a ladder to finish stacking the rest of the boxes as Mikes on his break, and I hear bells jingling, signalling a customer. I call out "Just a minute!" before trying to shove the biggest of them all farther back. Several things happen at once. Unknowingly, as I tried to push it back as far as possible, I had been standing on one foot. The ladder, which was always kind of dodgy, tilts to the side as I favour the left and the next thing I know, I hear someone shout my name and then I'm falling.

Well, was falling. Strong arms, much like Jacobs, hold me tightly, stopping me from cracking my head open on the metal frames of the shelves. My elbows scream with the pressure and I wince. One arm is hooked under my knees, the other holding me upright. My vision comes into focus as I look up to my rescuer, while mumbling "Sorry, I have to at least fall twice during the day and-

And I stop short because I'm looking into the eyes of Sam's favourite minion.

Paul.

He raises one eyebrow at me, before helping me stand.

"You should really get another ladder," he says, eyeing it warily.

I nod dumbly.

"I've still got some boxes to stack..." I murmur, suddenly very interested in the frayed hem of my sleeve. He shifts, and holds onto the ladder, nodding his head in it's direction.

"Jump on up. I won't let it fall," he adds gruffly at the expression on my face.

It takes me a second to realize what's just happened, but I move up onto the ladder because he's beginning to look tired. I scramble up and grab the rest of the boxes, shoving them away quickly and hop down with a sigh.

"Thank you" I say, meeting his eyes.

He pauses, and his knuckles are white from gripping the ladder tightly.

"I shouldn't even be helping you out" he mumbles, sounding slightly annoyed.

"But it's a pack thing. Each wolf looks out for an imprint; like the imprints are infants." he says casually, and brushes a strand of hair out of my face. I'm amazed at how gentle he seems with me, when before it seemed I was a nuisance.

"Take care now" he says and walks out. I realize he hadn't actually gotten anything inside the store and part of me whispers maybe that wasn't the reason he came at all.

I remember that there's the bonfire tonight, and so I call Jake as I clean the table, cradling the phone on my shoulder.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jake" I say, a little happier then usual to hear his voice. In a way, I feel the old Bella sliding smoothly back into place. I can hear his grin through the phone and it makes my smile widen.

"What's up, Bells?"

All the bad things of this morning vanish with his voice and I try not to fall into a relaxed heap on the floor.

"I was just wondering, with the bonfire and all tonight, should I bring anything?" I ask, throwing the sponge into the sink and missing miserably.

"As in…?" he asks, and I can hear the sound of boot scraping against gravel.

"Food."

"Now that you mention it…" he murmurs and I laugh.

"Seriously," I say. "Come on, what should I bring?"

"Can you make some of that awesome Mars Bar cheesecake?" he asks quickly and I shake my head, smiling as I pace, to and fro, grinning like a fool.

"Yeah, sure. But you have to share."

"Dang," he stage-whispers and we both laugh.

"I'll see you tonight." I tell him and we say our goodbyes.

The rest of the day? I'm floating. Charlie comes in and notices my happy-go-lucky expression and asks me very seriously "Have you been taking drugs?"

I laugh.

"No, dad." I tell him but let him check my irises just in case without complaint.

I was putting my washing into the basket when I saw it.

When I found it.

It was laying there, staring up at me like it had every right to be there. To taunt me. I felt my breathing quicken, and my heart rate rose dangerously high to deadly. I fell back against the door, sliding down until I hit the ground and just stared.

No. No way.

Yes! a voice purrs and the sound of it has me gagging.

I reach out with cautious fingers, eyes watering and hands shaking. But I had to know. I just had to.

The photograph tells a story, actions with thousands of words, mouths moving, but not speaking.

A girl stares upwards her face forming an expression of comfort and happiness that only love can bring. Her eyes are elsewhere, and a shadow looms over her. There's a scar on her wrist, where she was bitten, jagged little marks of where teeth met flesh and sawed into it. She's happy, though, and for a moment, I'm there. I am her.

In the living room downstairs, a cold arm wrapped around my waist as Charlie takes the photo.

Me.

I notice the crease line when I pull the folded part of the photo out. Like a puzzle. It crinkles softly, and as I add more pressure, a figure forms out of the shadow. Flesh. Alive. Real.

I curl into a ball and gasp for air as I hear the front door slam open.

But it's too late.

It's happening.

Golden eyes watch me writhe and scream.

Edward.

Bet you didn't see that coming, did you? Well, you probably did. Anyway, got all your reviews and am rather drunk on all the positive feedback!

[Review Rant]

Enchantress in Black, Great! Also the bonfire chapter is next. Just wanted to throw some more evil stuff in!

Preetoaka Raven Potter Weasley (wow, that was a mouthful!), hope this satisfies you somewhat. :]

jharve241, Yes! I was entirely devoted to making this vague and giving hints but some people caught on! You guys rock.

ShamelesslyObsessed, I have to admit, writing Sam and Bella together alone was really awkward. And I drew inspiration from my own dad on that one with Charlie! Embarrasing.

Bripearl, Thank you for your review, hope this is awesome enough!

And FiveD, I'm actually really excited about writing the bonfire now.

To; All.

Thank you guys so much for reviewing! It means a lot more then you'll ever know!

[End of Review Rant]