A/N: Hi, guys. So I finished another chapter, and thought I would post early. :) A big thank you, and a warm welcome to my first reviewer, gogoloo. Thank you for your kind words, and I hope my story won't be a disappointment.

I hid as best I could behind trees and in the undergrowth, but I was sure the Sky Riders had found me. The Sky Riders were ghostly beings, that rode on chariots across the stars, searching for my kind to enslave them and use our essence against any being that would appose them. It was down to me to survive, and rid the universe of these foul creatures, as my kind were the only ones who could defeat them. To my knowledge, I was the last, and had to survive to ensure that everything else did. At this moment in time, I couldn't recall how many Sky Riders were left, or if I had succeeded in killing any of them at all, in the last hundred years. That was my greatest downfall when awakening. No memory of past events. It would help me a great deal, if I could at least remember that. I hadn't even left myself any clues to the number of them left. I should have at least done that!

Searching the starlit sky, I couldn't see anything. So, letting my sense push forward, I searched farther still. Sensing something on my left, and slightly high, I narrowed in my sense to it's position. No heartbeat. No breathing. But, definitely some kind of being. It started to move closer, and my own heartbeat picked up. Taking deep breaths, I willed myself to stay calm, so I could concentrate. The creature moved quickly, but silently, and I had to force my sense to keep pace with it. A howling wind picked up, and with it, the sound of hooves digging deep into the air. I whirled my sight upwards, and gasped. The Sky Riders were here! I crouched as low as I could, and prayed to the stars that the canopy of trees would cover me well enough. They rode through the air, whispering my name over and over.

Maeryn ….. Maeryn ….. Maeryn …..

A high pitched scream followed suit, and I had to cover my ears, or my eardrums would surely erupt. A twig snapped from behind me, and as I whirled around, another scream from the Sky Riders let loose. I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my ears again. After what felt like days, the scream stopped, and as I opened my eyes, a voice from behind me called my name, and a hand grasped my shoulder …..

I woke with a gasp, sweating and panting for breath. Just a dream, I thought to myself. They're not here. They wouldn't have found me so soon after awakening. That was a fact that was ingrained in my mind. They wouldn't sense me for at least a few years, which always gave me time to prepare. Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself, and looked at my watch. 3.38 am. The night was cool and quiet, and overwhelmingly dark. It took me a few minutes to realise that it was the dense cloud cover that made it so. Another few seconds, and I remembered where I was. How long had I slept? Was this just the same night? Or had I slept for a couple days? It must be the same night, or surely Mr. Weber or one of his associates would have checked on me by now? Stretching my neck from side to side, I slipped out of bed. I was still the only one in the room, which was great, and I walked around stretching my body, and becoming reacquainted with the power running through my muscles. I was whole again. I had healed sufficiently while I slept, and I could feel every fibre in my being had been fully charged. It felt good. Doing a quick scan with my inner sense, I noted no physical danger. The dream I had, had rattled me slightly, so double checking everything settled me down again. I was no longer tired, and I didn't know if the hostel was locked up at night, or open 24 hours. I wanted to run, so I quietly dressed and slipped out the window.

The towns' streets were deserted, except for a few workers from the bakery, and of course, the police station and hospital. I wandered around a little, trying to get a feel for the town. In my short time here, I felt at ease. Everyone I had met had been pleasant and kind, and not too suspicious. One had been curious about me, but I didn't get the feeling that she held any malice toward me. I think she was just intrigued. Maybe I could stay here for a while. I sensed that the towns people were a good people, which I welcomed. I would need to decide what I should do, and what to tell people, if I planned on staying a while. Should I get a job? Go to school? Am I an orphan, or an emancipated child? I would think on that later. Right now I needed to run, and become accustomed to the power running through me.

Walking toward the trees, I quickly scanned the surrounding area, and finding nothing in my way, I ran at full thrust. It was exhilarating. I felt as free as a bird, as the wind blasted my features, and made my skin tingle. I started to laugh as I ran, and the echoes that bounced off the trees, surrounded me like an envelope. As I got deeper into the trees, the moonlight glanced from behind a broken cloud. It seemed to follow me as I weaved in and out of the ferns and branches. Finally I slowed, and came across a fallen tree. I sat on the trunk, and let my body calm itself. I closed my eyes, and faced the moon and let it's rays fall over me, while it still could. After a while, the moon was lost in the clouds again, and I decided to head back to town. I walked this time, so I could take in the beauty of my surroundings. It really was a magical place. Yes, I would definitely stay a while. What would be the best way forward? Such a small town may not have many job vacancies, so I suppose school would be a better choice. Emancipation would be a good choice too, as I would be living on my own, and can support myself financially. I would need to check on my finances, however, in case I would need a part time job to help cover my living costs. With my mind made, I decided to find a home for myself as soon as the working day began. If I was lucky enough to find one quickly, I would then enrol at the local high school. I was beginning to get just a little excited at the thought, that I began running again. Once I got to the outskirts of town, I slowed to a walking pace again. Climbing back up the side of the hostel, and back into my room, I lay on top of the bed, and closed my eyes. I felt at peace, and I soon drifted to a calm sleep.

The light in my room woke me, and I peered at my watch. 7.45 am. I smiled at myself as I heard movement from down the hall. Mr. Weber would be a good person to ask if he knew of any houses for sale or let. He hadn't asked me any questions the previous evening, and I realised that I hadn't even introduced myself. Heading toward the racket, which I presumed to be the kitchen as there was a lot of metal clanging, I walked in the door, and found Mr. Weber, and a woman making breakfast.

"Good morning, Mr. Weber," I said, walking over to the man.

"Oh, good morning …." he said, leaving a gap for me to fill.

"Maeryn," I answered, holding my hand out. "Maeryn Fallon. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself last night."

"That's quite alright, dear. You looked exhausted, so I just left you to get some rest," he smiled, as he shook my hand. "This is my wife," he said, gesturing to the lady who was currently cooking up some eggs.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs, Weber."

"And you," she smiled. "You are our only resident at the moment, so I thought I would cook you up some breakfast. Bacon and eggs alright with you?"

"Yes, thank you. But you really don't have to. I don't want to inconvenience you."

"It is not a problem, Maeryn. I like to be doing something that keeps me occupied, even for a little while."

"Thank you," I replied, as I sat at the breakfast table. Mr. Weber poured me some fruit juice, and asked if I would like some coffee as well. I wasn't sure what it was, but it smelled good. It had a bitter, roasted aroma to it, and I nodded in acceptance.

"So, Maeryn," he said, as he poured my coffee. "What are your plans while you are here?"

I took a delicate sip of the coffee, and smiled at the taste. It was good. Now I would have to begin my concocted story.

"Well, I was actually thinking of staying for a while, and maybe going back to school."

"Back to school?" he enquired.

"Yes," I replied. "You see, I didn't actually finish high school." I took another sip of the hot drink, and set it on the table. I took a quick glance to gauge his reactions. He frowned slightly.

"What age are you Maeryn?"

"Eighteen. I became emancipated, dropped out of school, and I've been travelling for the past year."

"Hmm," he mumbled, rubbing his chin. "Do you mind me asking why you became emancipated?" No doubt he was curious as to whether I was a trouble maker of sorts.

"My parents and I had a difference in our priorities. I was all for a loving family life, and all they wanted was to work, and leave me for months on end. I decided I would be better off on my own, as I never had the family life I desired," I replied, shrugging my shoulders, and praying to the stars that he believed me.

He offered me a sympathetic smile, and topped up my drink. I guess my story was believable. Mrs. Weber then gave me my breakfast, and gently squeezed my shoulder. "Well, Maeryn, welcome to Forks."

"Thanks Mrs. Weber." The food smelled good, and I started to eat. Mr. Weber cleared the cooking utensils and placed them in the sink. Mrs. Weber sat next to me as I ate.

"You can stay here as long as you need ," she said. "We are hardly run off our feet, so it would be no problem."

I considered her offer, as I still had to check on my finances and see what I could afford. At least I knew I was welcome here, if my funds were low.

"That would be great, Mrs, Weber. Thank you."

They both left me to eat, and gave me their cell number, if they weren't around later. I cleaned up once I was finished, and decided to head into town to the bank. That was my first priority this morning, before I did anything else. The sun had made an appearance when I finally found the bank. It was warm on my skin and I relished it for a moment, before entering. The clerk behind the desk smiled politely and asked me what I needed. I asked for my account balance, and he nodded, typed a few keys on a board, and a small machine beside him started thrumming. Within seconds he had handed me a sheet of paper. He asked if I required anything else, and I shook my head. Thanking him, I left the building so I could read the paper in private. What I saw on the paper blew my mind. I was rich! Not just one, but multiple millions of dollars were at my disposal. I grinned widely, and hugged myself, before glancing around to see if anyone was observing me. Thankfully, no one was around, and I decided to go to the real estate agents. I looked through the brochure the agent had handed me, and there were a few places available for lease, and just a couple for sale. One in particular caught my eye. It was situated about a mile from town, just inside the beginning of the forest. It was perfect for my needs as there were no neighbours for at least three miles. I did like my privacy. It was a modest build, two storeys with three bedrooms. It had a garage adjoined to the left side of the building, which made me realise I needed a car. There were pictures of the inside of the house, and it seemed very spacious. There was no price in the brochure, so I asked the agent how much it was to buy.

"Ah," said the pretty, blonde woman. "This one is on the market fairly cheap. It is in need of a little TLC," she smiled.

"TLC?" I asked.

"Yes, dear. It could do with some work. Nothing extensive. The building itself is in excellent condition, but it could do with some tidying up, and small amounts of general maintenance. There are some trusted handy men in the town, should you require someone to do the work, if you are interested in buying the property, that is."

I smiled at her. I was very interested, and I would find out for myself what work needed doing to restore the building to it's former glory. After telling me what price it was, I accepted straight away.

"Would I be able to pay in full right now?" I asked, and I'm sure my excitement showed. She eyed me suspiciously.

"We don't accept cash, I'm afraid."

"Oh, no. I mean, could I pay by credit card?"

Her frowning relaxed a little, and a small smile played on her lips.

"You don't wish to view it first, before deciding?" she asked.

"No, thank you. I have seen enough from the pictures, and I've fallen in love with it."

Love. My mind wandered briefly as I thought if I had ever been in love. Having the affliction of amnesia after awakening, left me wondering. Had I ever been in love? Close to it? Had I ever had any romantic encounters at all? Stolen kisses, and discreet walks in the moonlight? I would never know, and it pained me slightly to think that I may have left someone behind.

"Are you okay, dear?" the agent asked, as she pulled me from my bitter sweet thoughts.

"Yes. Sorry, I guess I was daydreaming of how the house will look when it is finished," I mumbled as an excuse.

"Okay. So, shall we do this deal?"

"Yes. Lets."

After buying my new home, I went in search of some clothes shops. I was in desperate need of a wash, but I wouldn't while I only had these dirty clothes to put back on. There were a couple of stores that had what I needed for the time being. I bought a few tops, some jeans and sweaters, underwear and some new shoes. I also bought some school supplies. Notepads, pens and pencils, erasers, and a new back pack to house them. I headed back to the hostel, and found Mrs. Weber still there cleaning.

"Hello, Mrs. Weber," I greeted her as I walked in.

"Hi, Maeryn. How has your morning been? Did you find everything you needed?" she asked, as she pointed to my bags of shopping.

"Yes, thank you. I've even found myself a nice little house. I may need a little help with decorating it though. I have no idea about things like that," I smiled at her a little sheepishly.

"Oh, wonderful! I'm sure I could ask Angela if she could help you pick out some things, if you want?"

I sighed at her thoughtfulness. I liked Angela already, and I didn't really know her, but I sensed she was a good, kind and generous person.

"That would be very helpful, Mrs. Weber. Are you sure she won't mind?"

"Not at all. Angela likes to lend a helping hand."

"Thank you. For everything. You have been very kind to me."

"Not at all, dear. It's what I'm here for."

"Mrs. Weber, is there anywhere where I could clean up a little?"

"Oh yes, there is a bathroom just past your room. First door on the left. There are toiletries already in there that you can use."

I nodded my thanks, and headed for my room. I picked out some underwear and an outfit, and headed for the bathroom. It was a small room with a bath, a sink and what looked like a metal snake on the wall above the bath. A shower, my mind threw at me, and I smiled. Only the little things would return to me. Little things that were inconsequential in the bigger scheme of things. I opted to fill the bath, as I wanted to soak my muscles and warm them from the inside. After washing the grime from my body and hair, I refilled the tub with clean water, and lay in it until it was cool enough for me to shiver. I got out, dried and dressed in the bathroom, and stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were certainly striking, but I was beautiful. My hip-length hair was a very warm auburn colour, with honey high lights. My frame was slim, but well defined and athletic. My face was round in shape, but not large. My eyes were almost cat shaped, and framed with thick lashes. My features were sharp, but somehow soft as well. My lips were full, and a natural red colour, and my cheeks were naturally coloured, too. I sighed as I realised this was the first time I had actually seen myself, this time around. I braided my hair, then went to my room. I put my dirty clothes in my old back pack, and headed back to find Mrs. Weber. When I found her, I asked where the school was.

"Oh, it's quite a way to walk. I could give you a ride, if you want," she said.

"That's alright. I like to walk, and it's such a lovely day, it would be a waste not to take advantage of it."

She agreed, and gave me directions to the school. Just before leaving, I asked her if it would be possible to stay here as long as it took me to get my home in order, and she told me I could, as she had no more bookings, and didn't think there would be many hikers looking for a bed for a night. She said if there were, she would place them in another room, so I could have my privacy. I smiled and thanked her for her generosity, and thought that if her daughter was anything like her, I would be glad to have her as a friend.

The walk to school wasn't that long, and I enjoyed the stroll in the sunshine. The air was clean and warm, and the surroundings were picturesque. By the time I entered the school grounds, there was only about a half hour left of the school day. I found the main office very easily, and went in ready to recount my tale. The office was small, and the secretary introduced herself as Mrs. Cope. I told her my story, and told her I would like to start as a junior, if at all possible. She looked through her schedules, and agreed that I could start the following Monday as a junior. I thanked her very much as she handed me a school map, and told me I could pick up my schedule on Friday, or if I preferred, I could wait until Monday morning. I smiled as I left the office, and walked through the parking lot. The school bell chimed the end of the day, and the lot filled with students, eager to be on their way. From the corner of my eye, I spied Angela walking with the girl from the sports store. Bella, I reminded myself, and there were a couple of other people with them. Angela glanced over and smiled and waved, and she and Bella headed in my direction. The others just stared at me, but didn't move to follow.

"Hi, again," Angela said. "Are you joining the student populace of Forks High?"

"Yes. I will be starting on Monday," I said, smiling. "I'm Maeryn. Maeryn Fallon."

"Maeryn? That's unusual," Bella said.

"Yes, it's pronounced Mir-in. It's an old Scottish name, I think," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Are you of Scottish descent?" asked Bella.

"I don't really know," I answered, frowning. "My parents and I never really spoke of such things. I emancipated myself from them," I shrugged. Might as well get the story telling over with.

"Wow," replied Angela. "Does that mean you have to find somewhere to live?"

"I actually already have. I bought a little house just outside of town. Actually, I could really do with some help in furnishing it and decorating. Do you know of anyone who would help?" I asked, hopefully.

"I'll help," announced Bella. "Angela, what about you?"

"Yeah, sure. Why don't we ask Jessica if she wants to help. You know how she is with shopping and stuff."

"Yeah, and I'll ask Alice. Anything that involves a makeover is right up her street," Bella chuckled.

"That would be great. Are you sure you don't mind, I mean you don't even know me," I said.

"I don't mind at all. In fact, I only moved here in January, so I'm technically still the new kid on the block, until you start on Monday," Bella said, smiling. I smiled back.

"Thanks so much. Are the stores in town okay for what I need, or do we need to go elsewhere?"

"Well, there's a hardware store in town that would probably have some decorating supplies, but if it's down to Jessica and Alice, then they'll drag us to Port Angeles," Angela laughed, and Bella nodded in agreement.

"Okay. So when would suit everyone to do this?" I asked.

"Hold on a sec," answered Bella. She pulled out a cell phone, and quickly dialled a number.

"Bella, what's wrong?" came a tinny voice from the cell, after the first ring. Bella frowned, looked at me, then quickly smiled.

"Alice. We have a job for you. We are getting a new student, and she has just bought a house, and it's needing a makeover, and we were wondering …" She left the sentence hanging open.

"A new student? I haven't seen anything," came the voice, but whispered this time. Bella frowned again, and I frowned myself.

"Alice, will you help us furnish and decorate her house?" she asked.

"Well … but … strange that I …"

"Alice," Bella interrupted.

"Sorry, yes of course I'll help."

"Cool, when suits you?"

"Give me a second," she said, and the line was quiet for a few seconds. Bella's frown was replaced by a smile, when she saw me looking at her.

"Wednesday suits. Rain is forecast."

"Okay. See you later?" Bella asked.

"Definitely," replied the voice.

Bella hung up, and announced that Wednesday after school we would be going shopping. I was intrigued by Bella's reactions to her friends vagueness. What did all that mean? And what did rain have to do with a shopping trip?

"Jessica!" Angela shouted, and made me jump out of my thoughts.

A girl with dark brown, curly hair skipped over to us.

"Jessica, this is Maeryn. She will be starting school on Monday, and she could use your shopping expertise on Wednesday after school. You up for helping decorate her place?" Angela asked.

The new girl to our party stared at me. She stared for a while, and I was beginning to grow uncomfortable.

"Jess!" Bella called. "You are being rude."

"What? Sorry. Are you wearing contacts?" she asked me.

"Contacts?"

"Yeah. Your eyes are purple. Are you wearing coloured contacts?"

"No. That is their natural colour," I said with a scowl.

"Wow. They're pretty."

"Thanks," I answered, still scowling.

"So," she said, finally looking away from me. "Wednesday after school? Port Angeles? No problem. We could have a girly night while we're at it. Shopping, a meal, then maybe a movie? What do you think?"

"Um, let's wait and see what happens, okay?" said Bella. She looked and me, and winked, and I smiled in silent thanks. Jessica seemed a little too excitable for me.

"That's cool. Okay you guys, I'm getting a ride from Mike, so I'll catch you later. See ya, Maeryn."

"Goodbye, Jessica," I replied watching her sashay away. "Well, that was interesting."

"Yeah, that's the whirlwind of Jessica. If you think she's bad, wait until you meet Alice. She's the full tornado," Bella said, and both she and Angela laughed.

"So, do you need a ride?" asked Angela. "Are you still at the hostel?"

"Yes. Your parents said I could stay there until I could get my house sorted."

"Good. Let's go, I'll drop you off."