Hey guys, this will be my last update till the end of November, reason being I have exams coming up and I really need to focus.
So sorry. The next chapter will definitely have lemons though ;) So keep those reviews coming while I'm gone, who knows, I might surprise you with an early update :D

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Chapter 31 – The Hunt
RPOV

I got home early the next morning and explained to mom and dad that I had stayed the night with Jake, of course they weren't happy about it but they knew they had to live with it. Although, their reactions weren't too bad which made me quite sceptical as to why.

Believe it or not I did get sleep last night, at least 7 hours of it so I was quite rested, just in need of a hot shower and a new pair of clothes. I dropped my clothes on the bathroom floor and got into the little cubicle known as my shower, letting the water wash away my thoughts and worries.

When I left La Push, Jake was still asleep and I left a note for him before taking off. He didn't get to sleep much and I didn't want to disturb him when he did. He deserved to rest a bit.

With a lot of shampooing, conditioning, exfoliating and cleansing I stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed, wrapping the towel around me, I stepped out into my room to find a note from mom and dad on my white desk.

Gone to Port Angeles for the day.
Aunt Alice and Jasper are at the main house if you need them.
Damien is here to protect you.

Love mom and dad.

I tossed the note in my little metal trash can in the corner of my desk and sighed. I realised they had no idea what happened between Damien and I. And he was here in my house, again. God! He practically lives here now. Why couldn't they have sent Jake? It irritated me how they only chose him when nobody else was available. Damien just happened to always be available.

I heard a light knock on my door just as I hooked my bra up, I had managed to put my underwear and jeans on quite quickly. "Go away." I called, knowing full and well who would be standing outside my door.

"Ohh, don't be that way." He smirked and opened the door anyway, "Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were changing." He said and I heard him laugh quietly to himself before turning his back to me.

"What's so funny?" I asked, annoyed at the fact that he thinks he can just barge into my room.

"Nothing." He sniggered and I shrugged off his arrogance. He noticed the change in mood and tried to make conversation. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" He asked completely at ease as he plopped himself on my bed.

"Nothing involving you." I snapped and he looked over at me, raising a questionable eye brow at my tone of voice.

"Oh, c'mon. I thought we were over that." He said as if it wasn't just yesterday he tried to keep me trapped in my own house while seductively trying to tempt me.

"You can't just barge into my house!" I turned around and yelled at him, only to turn into his broad chest, I could basically feel the smirk on his face. Asshole.

"Wow, grown a spine haven't we?" I pushed him and stormed passed him into the kitchen, trying to look busy enough for him to leave. Yeah, there was a high chance that it wouldn't work but I was annoyed enough to try.

I watched him glide into the kitchen and sit a barstool, coincidently the one in front of me. I felt my left eye twitch in irritation before looking down at a stack of papers which just so happened to be bank statements. From the corner of my eye I could see him rest his chin on his hand and raise an eyebrow, the classic 'I'm-bored' expression. I rolled my eyes up and looked at him blankly, does he want me to punch him in the face?

"You bored? There's the door, get the hell-" My breath caught in my throat when he reached over the counter and took one of my hair-locks into his hand, I watched as he twirled it around his fingers, his long, long...fingers...

"When was the last time you fed?" He said, absentmindedly.

"W-what?" My brain barely registered to the fact he spoke, I could feel my blood rush to my face and I internally growled at my idiocy.

"You know? Eat? When was the last time you ate?" And the bored look was back. I shot him a glare before taking my hair back from his hands. I shrugged at him and walked out of the kitchen into the sitting room. I could hear him following me and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know about you but I'm hungry, Cherie..." He stated and come to think of it, I was a tad bit hungry. I looked back at him and he was casually leaning against the wall, looking at me intently and waiting for my all too obvious response.

"Should we go hunting?" I asked him and he replied so fast you'd think he'd have planned this already in his mind.

"I thought you'd never ask." He grinned and took my hand before leading me out the door. He started running head on into the forest; I followed slowly, keeping a close proximity but still behind him. "Stay close." He warned and kept running, I couldn't keep up with him, he was incredibly fast.

I found myself slowing and getting left behind. The mesh of green started to become individualised and I stopped all together to catch my breath. It was odd, not once did I ever need to catch my breath while running. I suppose the medication does that to you.

As I looked around I felt as though I had seen this place before, the awkwardly slanted tree with greyish moss growing on the outside formed a shelter, blocking the sun from my vision. There were layers upon layers of shrubs growing around it. The canopies filled with leaves were drenched with dew which dripped down ever so slightly atop my head.

I realised that Damien must be wondering where I was, but then again, I didn't give a rats ass what he was wondering. I just stayed where I was, completely comfortable, yet still an uneasy feeling brewed in my stomach as I took in my surroundings again.

I felt a light breeze blow past and two cold hands covered my eyes and whispered, "Guess who." It didn't take a genius to figure out who it was and I turned around without the slightest care in the world.

"Oh, goody. You found me." I said irritated that Damien was touching me in any way. When I opened my eyes something changed, the whole scene changed, I was staring into these beautifully blackened eyes.

"Okay, look, I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. I was just having a bit of fun." He smiled, "I'll be on my best behaviour from now on. I promise." He moved his hands off my body before holding one out for me to shake. I took it and accepted his apology, it seemed like he meant it so I couldn't exactly stay made at him.

"Fine." I chuckled and with one swift hand shake he had me running through the forest again, this time his hand refused to let go of mine, just in case I got lost. As we ran I suddenly realised that this scene too was familiar, it brought back something, I just couldn't figure it out.

"Where are we?" I asked, curious as to why I felt so nostalgic.

"I have no idea. I'm just going with smell." He chuckled, "Why?" He asked and stopped near a few Elks that seemed to be wondering around munching on different types of grass. "Hold that thought." He whispered and began running head on toward a large Elk that seemed to have made itself an outcast from the rest of the group.

I watched as he pounced effortlessly on his prey, resting his legs on the back and sinking his teeth into the neck. He looked so graceful, even in doing such a deed, if graceful could even be associated with what he was doing.

When he was done I watched as the lifeless Elk fell to the ground and the rest of the group scatter as they watched their friend get drained of everything drop of blood.

"You just gonna watch?" He laughed and nodded toward the group of Elks slowly making a run for it. You'd think they'd be faster. Easy prey as Dad called it. I made a run for it, heading toward the large Elk falling behind. I felt sorry for the animal but this was an 'eat or be eaten' type of world.

I pounced and took it down easily. I wasn't as skilled as Damien in attacking and bringing down prey, mostly because in my years growing up, my parents tried to implement the whole human food thing. Human food doesn't faze me. It's just, I would prefer blood.

I studied the matted fur around its neck. There was a mesh of different browns and whites to make this mocha coloured creature. I didn't want to make it painful for the animal after all I did have a heart, quickly I snapped its neck and it fell limp beneath me.

I wasn't the masochistic type of hybrid vampire; I didn't get a thrill out of the chase. Food was food. I sunk my teeth into the exact point where the blood flowed and marvelled at the hot red liquid quenching my thirst.

I stood up, ready and waiting for my next kill only to find Damien looking as shocked as if there was a dancing polar bear amid us. "What?" I asked, "Never seen a girl eat?" I chuckled. The blood had obviously put me in a better mood.

"That was very interesting to watch." He laughed and made his way toward me. He was halfway when a beautiful brunette spoke, she was leaning casually against a tree behind me.

"I thought I smelled a bad boy." Her voice was so musical. She only looked at Damien who looked absolutely stunned. It was obvious by her demeanour that she was trying to be seductive.

"Mickie?" He laughed and she gave out a thrilling giggle as she ran into him arms. "What are you doing here?" He said astonished and she grabbed his face. Before I had time to blink her mouth was on his.

I felt so awkward standing and watching but I couldn't take my eyes off them. The way he kissed her was so mesmerizing. Her hands intertwined themselves in his hair and he pulled her closer by the waist.

Something brewed in my stomach; I couldn't bring myself to admit that it was jealousy slowly consuming me as I watched. I cleared my throat, a clear indication for them to stop, instead they continued. This was the longest kiss I'd ever witnessed.

"Mm, just as I remembered it." She giggled and loosened her grip on him. I wanted to punch her in the face for some reason. Who wears heels in the forest with a dress that should clearly be a top. I wanted her to get her hands off him. She looked like herpes on a stick.

"Ness, this is—" She turned around quickly and hugged me like we were old friends being reunited.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mikayla. Mickie for short." She smiled and ran back into Damien's waiting arms, "I haven't seen you in years!" She laughed and kissed him again.

"Mickie is an old friend." He said and looked over at me. I shied away from his gaze, scared that he'd see the jealousy in my eyes. "What are you doing here?" He asked her and she looked at him dumbfounded.

"I was just passing through and I caught your scent, I'm actually on my way to Canada, I hear big things are happening there." She laughed and looked over at me with her bloody red eyes before looking back at Damien. "Anyway, I should be going, where are you staying now?" She smiled and let go of him.

"With me." I said quickly, I didn't even know what I was doing. I think I was trying to make her jealous somehow. That earned me a disapproving look. She walked toward me intimidatingly.

"So Ness… You're like his new toy?" She smirked and Damien interrupted.

"We're just friends." He defended, I felt as though she stabbed my ego. Now I really wanted to punch this hooker in the face.

"I think you better leave before my boyfriend and his pack find out you're here." I said, suddenly so formal with my delivery. It would, however, be fun to watch her get ripped to pieces. I know that I didn't know her at all, but she's just one of those people who instantly annoy you with their presence.

"Oh God. I was wondering what the smell was." She laughed. I felt like she was just throwing gasoline into the fire. This bitch was going to get hurt soon.

"Okay, Mickie, enough." Damien said and she shut up. It looked as though she was hurt that he would defend me a second time. Who did she think she was?

"Going soft, I see." She laughed and walked toward him, pressing her stone cold lips against his once more.

"Anyway, I should be going. Good luck with her" She spat the word like I was some kind of monster. With a swift kiss she was gone. I stood there and tried to comprehend what had just happened.

"I'm sorry about that. I had no idea she was here. I haven't even seen her in six years." He laughed like he thought it was funny. Instead I ran off, using my senses as my only guide to freedom.

He stopped me in no time, tugging on my shirt and pulling me to the ground with him. "Let go of me!" I yelled and he refused. I felt it coming, the tears that always ruined my poker face.

"Why are you crying?" He asked and I turned my face away from his. He put his index finger on my chin and turned my face toward him. "She's a bitch. Don't take anything she says seriously." He smiled and wiped the tears away with his fingers. "She was a terrible kisser if that makes you feel better." He chuckled and I couldn't help but laugh with him.

He sat up and dragged me with him before pulling me close to his chest and wrapping his arm around me. I sobbed into his chest before I finally stopped. Besides his cold skin and hard structure, I felt warm and safe in his arms.

"Better?" He smiled and he pulled away to look at me. I felt like such a cry baby.

"Yes." I smiled and stood up, "Can we go to the main house?" I asked. I didn't feel like being here anymore.

"Sure." He chuckled and took me hand before leading me through the trees. In no time at all we were standing at the back of the house, the door was open and I entered like I owned the place, he followed slowly behind, his expression unreadable.

I realised his suddenly tense manner was because of a certain wolf who happened to have left his scent on every little piece of furniture in the house.

"Jake is with Carlisle in his office." Aunt Alice called from the living room. There was a warning to her tone. She obviously didn't want me to go and check on her and Jasper in the lounge. I heeded her warning, I didn't want to catch them doing anything on the couch. There were few giggles and laughs coming from there and I didn't want to know what that was about.

Instead I walked into Carlisle's office. I was greeted by a warm hug and kiss from Jake. "What are you doing here?" He smiled.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." I laughed and let go of him to hug Grandpa Carlisle.

"You're looking lovelier everyday, Nessie." He smiled and I blushed. I could always count on Grandpa Carlisle to make me feel better. "I was just telling Jacob that I wanted to pay for your trip. However, he's been trying to talk me out of it." He eyed Jacob and then looked at me.

"It's unnecessary, I have money saved up." Jake laughed and looked at me as though I would be disappointed in him if I told him to let Carlisle pay.

"It's a gift to you two." Grandpa Carlisle said.

I interrupted before Jake could object, "That's really nice of you, Grandpa. Thank you." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good, now that we have that sorted, your plane leaves on Friday." He chuckled and Jake frowned. I didn't know what the big deal was. We had so much money kept away; we had to spend it somehow.

"Doc, it's really unnecessary." Jake said and stood up, I went to stand by his side and put my hand on his arm.

"Too late because I already paid." Grandpa grinned and I laughed.

"You really can't argue with that." I smiled and Jake sighed with defeat.

"Fine, Friday then." He laughed and hugged me closer before kissing the top of my head. I wrapped my arms around his waist and thanked Carlisle with my eyes. I knew Jacob would have to go out of his way to get all the money needed. I was thankful he didn't have to.

That night I went to bed completely at ease, it seems everything was slowly falling into place. I dozed off after thinking about Jacob and Damien. They both seemed to dominate my mind and I felt the need to kick Damien out of there.

I couldn't forget the way he kissed Mickie. It was so enthralling, so skilled. I found myself wishing I knew what that was like. I felt the sleep take over my mind and everything went dark.

"Let me guess, they kiss in the rain?" Damien smiles, I didn't like the way he mocked my love of cheesy movies. The air is chilly, but warm at the same time as he walks me down an unfamiliar road. Cars are parked on the sides covered in the dew of the night.

I nod and laugh at his pessimistic views on romance. He wipes his hand across a car window and sprinkles the dew over us. "How 'bout a kiss then?" He smiles. It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done, and with that I pressed my lips against his.

I woke up suddenly and glanced over at the clock, 2:08, I sat up and wiped my eyes before scanning my room. I noticed a familiar dark figure sitting on my windowsill, carefully watching me. As I turned for the light, I looked back to make sure he was still there, he wasn't.

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