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Seth POV

Torture.

That's the only way I can describe it.

You know how torture gets information out of people, because they can't stand it anymore? Well that was happening to me.

I was stuck with Dr. Cullen right now while he rebroke my ankle, (The one that Embry had broken less than three hours ago because he'd found out what had happened in the woods with Hayley) and Emmett was there. The pain in my ankle was bad enough, but the torture Embry was putting me through was even worse. And so here I was, blurting out horrible things that I'd never intended anyone to ever hear.

And the emotion-warping vamp wasn't here. Which made me that much more pathetic.

"And you know, when I was eight, my friends wanted to know what the hell a thong looked like so we went digging in Leah's drawers and she never found out..."

"I still wet the bed when I was nine...."

"When I was fourteen, my friend Carlos thought it would be fun to...ahem...experiment."

And on it went.

When it was finally over, I realized what I'd said, and I'd ran out of the Cullen's house feeling completely mortified.

But there's something worse.

You know how torture can make you break, how some people can go completely and utterly insane after they've been tortured? Like, post traumatic stress or whatever? I think that was happening to me.

I mean, I know that there are some people who hear a voice in their head, and that's not always something you have to worry about. But what happens when you have multiple voices?

And...What happens when they're Irish?

I'm not even kidding, there were three voices in my head, one of which was my own and the other two literally had Irish accents. I'm hoping that I might have just accidentally conjured them up on my own because I was trying to deal with the whole imprint thing.

Then again, I might just be insane. They were always whispering things like, You could kidnap her in the night, while Embry's out patrolling, while the other screamed, She's yours! She's yours! Go take Hayley and tell her how you morph into a giant ball of fur!

I blame you, Embry. You made me here Irish voices in my head.

Hayley POV

There's something wrong with this town. Ever since the attack, for some reason, I can usually tell when something's horribly wrong. And on this reservation, there's something wrong. Something not normal.

I didn't have any evidence or anything, except for those old wolf attacks, but they'd stopped over a year ago. I knew Embry knew something about it, but I also knew that if I asked him he would just tell me to drop it.

Embry's always been weird that way, especially since the attack. He's the only one that knows the truth, and ever since then, even though he's lived in a completely different state, he's always tried to protect me from things like that.

Generally, I guess you could say that I'm pretty good at figuring things out. I guess I've had to do it a lot, but I never had such a bad feeling about something. And by now, I've learned to trust this feeling.

I wasn't really sure how in the world I was supposed to find anything out, though. I barely knew anyone in this town...

Except for Aidan and Lilly.

So I called Lilly and told her to meet me at the beach and bring her brother.

She'd giggled and said, "Well that shouldn't be too hard. He hasn't stopped talking about you since we got home last night."

So now here I was, sitting on a piece of driftwood near the ashes of yesterday's bonfire. Aidan sat next to me while Lilly sat on the ground (sand, whatever) across from us.

"So, guys...What kind of weirdly insane stuff happens around here?" I asked. I knew this wouldn't be suspicious, as Lilly had already dubbed me insane.

Aidan snorted while Lilly grinned and said, "You'd be surprised. There are some pretty creepy people around. And every once in a while, someone will randomly go missing..."

I stiffened, though no one noticed, and Lilly continued. "And then, everyone's always talking about the Cullens. They're a kind of creepy family, with like, a thirty year old doctor and his wife and six teenagers. I think they're all nineteen now, but they didn't used to be, and it's kind of disgusting because they're all...paired up or whatever."

Aidan laughed. "Yeah, a lot of people say that. But they're not actually related."

Lilly rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She turned back to me. "They never really talk to anyone else, and when they were still in high school it was kind of weird because they're all really pale and good-looking. And then I noticed something...They never eat." She looked away for a second, seeming to consider whether or not to tell me something, and then said, "I don't really know why none of them went to college, they're extremely rich. Like, the richest people here. No one moves to La Push or Forks if you have that much money."

I sighed, trying to work it out in my head. I wasn't entirely sure what this meant, but it scared me a little that Lilly was so observant. "What about those wolf attacks last year?"

Lilly's eyes brightened, which if you ask me was pretty weird. "I don't even know if they were really wolf attacks. But people just started disappearing, like, every week, and they would always find a little blood and these huge wolf prints. At first everyone thought they were bears, because they were so huge, but a couple people actually saw one of them and said it was just this huge wolf."

I trembled a little.

Lilly, you're too perceptive for your own good. No, they weren't just wolf attacks. I don't know what they were, but they weren't just huge wolves. That's for sure.

I looked out to to the ocean, noticing for the first time how violent the waves were today as they crashed against the cliffs.

Think, Hayley, think. Pale people who don't eat and have an unnatural amount of money. Wolf attacks that aren't really done by real wolves. Secretive gangs that your cousin seems to be a part of.

I groaned in frustration, but put on a calm face. I would have hours to figure this out later, and maybe even possibly throw in a subtle comment to Embry.

"So...What do you guys do for fun around here?"

Oh, that definitely set Lilly off.

Ask me why I like the rain, and I'll say I don't know. But the truth is, I really do know why.

When I was twelve, and living in Colorado, I was home alone one night. This was when my twin brother and I were still talking to each other, so I really technically wasn't alone, because he was there. This was one of our last happy nights together, before it all went to Hell.

I've always loved watching scary movies, so I wanted to watch all the Nightmare on Elm Street movies with him. It was eleven o'clock at night, and my brother was scared shitless, so I came up behind him and whispered "Boo" in his ear. He screamed so loud that the windows literally shook, and when he was done being mad at me, we both started rolling around on the ground laughing.

And then it started raining. Storming, too. We were both a little freaked out, so my brother spent the whole night telling me all those fairytales that little girls love so much.

Like I said, it was one of our last happy nights together. So every time it rained, it reminded me of that night.

Not that I'd ever tell anyone that sappy story. I'd probably just say it sounded cool.

Anyways, on to a different topic.

Thank God for fireplaces. Or more like thank Embry's mom for putting a fireplace in this house, and thank Embry for building a fire in it.

Of course, I'd wanted to do that myself, but he hadn't let me. Then again, the last time I'd tried building a fire I'd ended up setting the whole living room on fire.

But hey, what ever happened to second chances?

Embry and I were sitting on the couch, Echo in my lap, watching TV while the fire grew and the storm raged. It was such a typical scene that it almost made me laugh, but whenever I start laughing at nothing Embry thinks about taking me to see a therapist.

We were watching reruns of "Lost", since we were both completely and utterly obsessed with that show. (And because he'd refused to watch "Vampire Diaries" with me.)

"So, Embry, what's up with this place?" I asked, looking down at Echo as she played with a loose string on my sweatshirt.

He glanced over at me. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. This place is just weird. I mean, people go missing, dead animals are always turning up in the woods, and there are these weird wolf attacks." I said it all so nonchalantly that even a trained detective probably wouldn't be able to tell how much I wanted this information right now.

He froze, but I pretended not to notice as I let Echo play with my hand. "The wolf attacks stopped a long time ago, Hayley. As for the dead animals, I know this is probably going to make you go into crazy petition eco-mode, but I'm pretty sure it's just some weird stuff in the plants killing them." I had to smile a little, I really kind of was an eco-maniac. "And people go missing everywhere, Hayley."

His voice was so obviously tight, and I knew there was so much more to the story. I rolled my eyes at him. "People don't go missing in a town with a population of less than a thousand people."

He gave me one of those Drop it looks, and I knew he wasn't going to say anything else, even if I used all of my persuasive abilities. (Which are pretty good, if I do say so myself.)

I sighed as Echo hissed at Embry, (genius cat, or what) and got up to answer the phone as it rang, effectively dumping my cat onto the ground. She glared at me as she hopped back up and laid down where I'd just been.

"What?" I know, not exactly your traditional way of answering the phone, but I was a little annoyed. How hard id it for Embry to just give me some information?

"Hayley?" The voice on the other end sounded surprised, and it sounded suspiciously like Paul's.

"Yes." I said slowly. "What, did you think Embry could actually willingly get a girl to come here?"

I heard a distinct "Hey!" come from the living room and Paul snickered. "I think I like you, Hayley Anderson."

"I'm bursting with joy." I said sarcastically. "But I'm assuming you didn't call so you could hear me insult my cousin." I continued pointedly.

"Yeah, tell Embry I'll be there in a few minutes. I gotta talk to him about something." He hung up and I relayed the message to Embry.

He grumbled something about not getting any peace and then stood up, telling me he'd be back in a few minutes.

I sat back down on the couch as Echo crawled back onto my lap.

Why were teenage boys always disappearing on you?

Embry POV

I knew exactly what Paul was coming to talk about, so I stood outside under a few trees and waited.

I heard him before I saw him, so I said, "Save it, Paul. I'm not going to change my mind."

He finally came into view and sighed. "Look, you're gonna mess the kid up. It's bad enough now, but it's going to get so much worse. Especially since Hayley's already getting suspicious. Lilly told me that Hayley came asking questions today."

I froze. "What did Lilly say?"

Paul shifted uncomfortably. "She told her some stuff about the Cullens. How they don't eat and how they never talk to anyone. But the most Hayley can get out of that is that they're all anorexic or something."

This time I was the one that shifted uncomfortably. "Look, Hayley can be pretty perceptive. She's good at solving things, always has been. And if she finds out much more, I think she's gonna be able to figure it out."

"So you could just let Seth tell her." He pointed out.

"No!" I shouted. I realized I was shaking, and I literally ahd to count to ten so I could calm down. Seth had once proposed that the whole pack should go to anger management classes.

The sad thing? Sam had agreed.

"Look, Hayley's dealt with the supernatural enough in her life." I saw Paul's eyes widen, but there was no way I was going to elaborate. "I'm not getting her into this mess too. So just pass that message along to Seth, and tell him that he had better stay the hell away from her or I'll give him a lot worse than a broken ankle."

Paul rolled his eyes. "Enough with the theatrics, Embry. And you can tell Seth yourself. But you don't know what it's like to imprint, okay?" His eyes glossed over a little, and he was obviously thinking of Rachel, although he still sounded serious. "The only thing you can see is them, and you have to know that they're happy and safe. If you won't let Seth tell her anything, then you could at least let him be her friend. It's going to kill him if he can't have any contact with her."

I laughed bitterly. "You think I didn't think about that? Because I did. I've seen the whole imprint thing in your mind, and Sam's and Quil's and Jake's and Jared's and Collin's, too. I know that it's gonna be torture for him. But you guys would all do anything for your imprints, and like you said, Hayley's already suspicious. She's already got some pretty good persuasive skills, if she asks Seth what's going on, he's gonna tell her."

Paul sighed, seeming to give up, even though I knew he thought that I would eventually give in. "Whatever. I want to spend some quality time with this Hayley girl and see what's got everyone's panties in a tizzy."

I rolled my eyes as he walked past me, shouting to him, "Just watch out for her cat! It doesn't like anyone but her."

I heard him laugh as he walked through the front door, and then I heard him cuss as he was most likely being attacked by Hayley's cat.

I almost felt bad for Seth, I really did, because I knew it must be hell for him. But Hayley had been through so much, she'd had to lose so many people, and that attack...I don't know how she'd come back from that. And I'd be damned if I had to send her back to that place in her head.

So, sorry Seth, but you're not getting anywhere near Hayley.

Sorry about all the changing POV's, normally I try to keep it just Hayley and then add a little Seth. But I had to add Embry at the end! Also, someone commented on how this story was very good but had a few grammatical errors. I'm sorry, but English wasn't my first language, Italian was. And then I learned Spanish and then English, so...yeah. I tell you, it gets extremely confusing, because I'm only seventeen and I take French at school. I'll start saying something in Spanish or something and then she gets all pissed at me....But hey, knowing 4 languages will probably get me a pretty good job one day!

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