Trees that were blurred came to better focus as I slowly skidded to a halt in front of the building once inhabited by my enemies. It seemed so gloomy, and a bit creepy, with no one living there (and that was a total pun). The big window walls showed nothing but plain walls, the stair case, and when I looked straight across I saw the other side of the forest in the back. Even though they were gone it still reeked of that putrid smell. I sat on one of the front porch steps and looked at the driveway, at the woods, at anything I could set my eyes on. What did that dream mean? And why did I suddenly have it when nothing strange happened?
The sun was starting to make its way up from the edge of the mountains, casting long shadows onto the ground. I lifted my hand and made motions just to watch my shadow copy automatically, letting out a small laugh. That's one person that would never leave me, my shadow. It was kind of good company when there was no one else. I sighed, hanging my head low, trying hard to put the pieces together. The Cullens leave, Bella and I stop being friends so she returns home, and here I am all alone with only my pack as friends. It honestly made no sense. I lay back gently across the steps, looking at the sky, hands behind my head. Some blue birds were playfully chasing each other in and out of the trees, seeming carefree. Why couldn't I have been a bird…? That thought made me laugh, what a sight it would be. If Sam, Seth, Leah, Quill, Embry and I were all birds instead of wolves. How 'ferocious' would people think we were then? After my laughing fit was over at the mental pictures I received, I stood and stretched a little, hearing my bones pop back into place.
"Enjoying yourself?" A voice asked calmly. I whipped around, eyes scanning the forest with haste. No one but the little animals was here with me. "Who's there?" I yelled, hearing it echo quite a ways away. "Don't do anything stupid." There it was again, it sounded so angry at that second command. I jumped down off the porch and onto the driveway, making sure nothing was there behind me. Was I going crazy? Suddenly there was a loud sound in my ears, like nails on a chalkboard, causing me to fall to one knee. With sensitive hearing it was intensified about one hundred times more. I put my hands over my ears, letting out a loud yell as it made it feel like they were bleeding. As soon as it started the sound was gone. I stayed in my position, panting, trying to get my head to stop ringing. Whatever the hell that was, it wasn't here anymore. My back was to the mountains as the sun reached over their peaks, causing my shadow to elongate and go over the side of the house. I dropped my hands slowly, making sure that the torture wasn't going to start again, and made my way back to the house.
I instinctually reached for the glass door knob, giving a little push. The door squeaked, having not been used in quite some time, and I was in. It was funny that they didn't even bother to lock the house up; anyone could come trespassing in here at anytime. Kind of like…I was….but that wasn't the point. I stood where the living room once was, looking up at the rounded ceiling, the light color of the walls making my eyes hurt as the sunlight hit them. Turning, I faced the stairs. I had only been in this house one time, and that was with Bella for a few minutes, so I never got the chance to explore. To my surprise the stairs made no noise as I made my way to the second floor. The bottom seemed so far away as I climbed. There were a few rooms up here, one for the parents I assumed, maybe one for that little brown haired pixie vampire, a couple bathrooms, and then a final room at the very back. One of the window walls was open, hanging toward the forest, letting in the sweet smell of pine. The only things that were in this room were a little couch, near the left wall, and a clock hanging above it.
Of all the smells mixed together I couldn't place exactly whose room this was, nor did I really care. Lying on the couch I felt it give way, molding to the shape of my body. This really would be a good time to think, not even Sam would come looking for me inside this place. My eyes shut automatically, despite my bodies attempts to stay awake, I was just tired. Soon I was out, snoring softly as the minutes ticked on. So here I was, sleeping in the house once belonging to the people I wanted dead, and I found nothing wrong with that. My brain, too abused from the recent events, registered that this was something that should happen so it could take a break.
If I would have obeyed my body and stayed awake, I might have heard the leaves rustle outside the window, and sensed the black figure that was currently making its way toward the front door.