After sitting for a few more moments in her room, Molly decided enough was enough; she was tired of confining herself to her room. She rushed down the stairs and hopped into her Mustang. Carlisle was standing by the driver's door in a matter of moments.

"Where you off to Molly?" Carlisle questioned, suspicious.

"I'm 21 Carlisle, I don't need your supervision." she started, stressing from her earlier mind strain episode. "I'm just going to the beach though." She backed her statement up with a smile to seem less hostile. "It was kind of bright out today, unusually, so I was taking the evening as a chance to get out."

"I understand." Carlisle smiled back. "I know I'm not your father, but I'm just going to say try to stay safe. That might just be me, but I've felt a little weird. I guess it's the stress of the wedding coming up. Something just doesn't seem right. I think its just me though. No need to worry. Head off then, have fun." He stated as he gently slammed the door shut for her. She replied with a short nod.

Molly meandered out of the driveway in a slow fashion, but once she hit the public road, she had a lead foot. With summer break just starting, the days were long, and there wasn't much for her to do except confine herself to her room. Some things Molly didn't understand about vampires. They have hundreds of years of "life" so what did they do with all the time? Was being a vampire more of a burden than it seemed to be?

Ever since her transformation, she thought about this often. It might be because she was such a young vampire, but it seemed like a sentence. Molly often took drives like this, just to escape from it all. Being alone was the remedy for any kind of ailment for her. Silence and the beach, complete bliss.

Molly let out a huge sigh of relief as she passed the "You are now leaving Forks" sign. Forks was great and all, but every now and then it was a little dull. Soon, she pulled into a remote beach, halfway between Forks and La Push. She promptly popped out of the car and sat on the hood as she watched the sun set along the water line. The blue sky faded into orange and into pink and then into purple, something a bit like a watercolor painting.

She slowly approached the sand, removing her shoes to feel the warm grainy ground. One could clearly see her chest rise and fall as she took in deep breaths of the salty air. Molly closed her eyes as she approached the edge of the water and listened absorbedly to the crashing of the waves.

"It's funny you know…" A voice commented from nearby. Molly whirled around in a flash to see the source of the noise. "You think, you feel…" The voice continued, "you see, and it all makes you so human. But you, you breathe. Why?"

Molly's mouth hung open as she looked upon the boy in front of her—none other than Jacob.

"Well," she whispered, "breathing is so natural, so constant. All in all, it might just be habit, but it feels like more. It feels like one of the few things that keep me connected to the living world."

"Ah," Jacob stated, stepping closer. "So what else keeps you connected?"

"Music," she smiled up at him, "touch, conversation with real people, things like that."

"What about this?" he questioned as he took her pale hand in his. Molly just nodded as she closed her eyes. They walked a few steps along the sand as twilight grew closer and closer.

"So how did you find me?" Molly questioned.

"I honestly don't know." He started. "My emotions and senses have been going crazy, I had to get away from the pack. I just followed my instincts and somewhere in the middle of it all, I ended up here. Then I found you."

"Wait a minute!" Molly gasped as she pulled away from him, her senses coming into reality. "Why are you here? Why are we here? What are we doing? I just don't understand."

"Then you admit it," Jacob laughed, "you came here on your own account. You're just as guilty as I am. I just happen to be a bit friendlier than you, if that makes sense."

Molly stared blankly into the mist of the darkening sky.

"Why are you so worried?" Jacob turned to her, with a concerned expression.

"Don't tell me that you can read minds too." Molly huffed.

"I don't."

"Then how—"

"Well for one thing, you're shaking." Jacob laughed as Molly tried to compose herself, seeing he was right. "Also, I feel a bit worried too."

"Why would you be worried anyway?"

"Well do you believe in love at first sight?" he questioned, staring at her intently.

"I don't think so." She admitted quietly.

"You'd better believe."

"Why?"

"It's real, and we're living proof. Well at least I'm living proof." He laughed, trying not to tense up.

She stared at him with deep confusion, mixed feelings, and intense fascination.

"The fact of the matter is Molly, I can't stop thinking of you. I don't even know you, but you're honestly all I care about. It's like you're in my veins Molly. I wish this made sense, and that I could explain it all, but I really can't."

Molly stared at him, expressionless for a moment.

"Would this happen to be a werewolf thing?" She questioned, trying to pierce the awkward silence. Jacob could only frantically nod.

"Why does it affect me too?" Molly inquired, searching his eyes as though she might find the answer there. "Why am I so attached to you Jacob Black? I don't even know you."

"The whole beauty of it is that it doesn't matter. Nothing matters in this world or another, nothing other than us." He smiled flashing his white teeth.

Molly simply stared at her feet. "But—"

"But what?" Jacob stated impatiently.

"What about… Bella."

"Screw Bella."

"—but I thought—"

Jacob reached his warm hand to meet her icy lips. "Shh." He said, pressing his hand gently against her mouth. "I said screw her."