A/N: I'm so sorry! But at least it hasn't been a month! But I had to retype this a few times because my laptop is retarded, and I had to retype the chapter of my Harry Potter story, and I completely lost them both again, and now...ugh. I know that this chapter is horrible. But I got tired of typing the same plot line over and over again...Again, I'm sorry. But there's not much I can do about it.

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize does not belong to me. (I would say it belongs to Stephanie Meyer, but she stole half the stuff in her books. Want to yell at me about that? Fine. But I can prove it.) The only thing I own are my OC's, specifically Hayley, and her insane thoughts. (Which are generally my thoughts, too...Hmm. I think I need to be carted off to the funny farm, too.)

Songs:

It's For You- The Fray

Fences- Paramore

The Truth- Kris Allen

Hayley POV

I needed to get out of this hospital. Now.

I mean, I know that practically everyone hates hospitals, but I think that I have some pathological fear of them or something. They make me all nervous and itchy, and I start to get paranoid too.

Especially when some creepy doctor comes into the room with some freaky smile and then proceeds to tell me that I got 'lucky.' (Way to sound perverted when I've just been in an accident, mister doctor-man.)

I had four broken ribs, a severe concussion, my left wrist was broken, and I probably wouldn't be able to walk for a few weeks, because of the huge gash on my leg. I had some minor cuts and scrapes everywhere that didn't bother me, but bruises covered almost every inch of my body.

True, much worse could have happened, but I kind of wished that the doctor hadn't pointed it all out. "You're quite lucky, Hayley. You could have had severe head trauma, something could have impaled you, your leg could have been cut off..."

From the looks of Seth's face, it looked like he'd wished that the doctor hadn't said anything, too.

"But with that concussion that you had, you couldn't have remembered everything right away. So tell me, how long was it before you could recognixe every single person in this room?"

I think I might have possibly blushed. I avoided looking at anyone in the room, but I saw Paul's face. He was smirking, as if he knew that at first, Seth had been the only person that I could remember.

I finally mumbled a short, "About ten minutes," Still not looking at anyone.

I was telling the truth, it had taken about ten minutes for me to remember everyone. After Seth, I could remember Embry, and after a few minutes of thinking so hard that it gave me a terrible headache, (True, that might have been from the concussion, but I still blame it on the thinking.) I could remember Paul. I had been starting to get frustrated when I couldn't remember everyone else. And then, suddenly, in a rush that made me almost want to scream, it all swarmed into my head. I still couldn't remember what had happened right before the accident, but I knew that that was normal.

"So, what exactly did you remember first?"

This time I know that I blushed. "How exactly is that relevant to anything?" I asked angrily.

Paul was smirking again (which obviously made me angrier) and the doctor said, "I need to know if you remembered someone from your childhood first, or someone that you've recently met. It will help me determine which part of your brain was affected the most, so that we can monitor that part for the time being."

It still didn't really make sense to me, but then again, I don't speak doctor. I speak Hayley. And most people don't understand my language. (Actually, they understand, they just run from it. Probably all my talk about blue unicorns and such...)

Geez, what the hell did they give me? 'Cos this sure ain't how I usually react to morphine.

I finally came back to reality when I felt Seth, who was sitting in a chair right next to me, squeezed my hand. I looked down, not really wanting to answer, so I just mumbled, "It wasn't someone from my childhood."

Really, that only ruled out Embry. (Who happened to be looking a little disappointed at that last comment I made.) "So, who was it?"

I snapped my eyes up to the doctor, and my voice came out sharper than I'd originally intended. (Not that I cared all that much.) "Okay, I know that that doesn't have anything to do with this. You know which part of my brain to monitor, so why do you need to know who it was?"

The doctor rolled his eyes at me, making me feel like a child again. "Because we need to know what kinds of things trigger your memory."

"Why? I remember everything now. There are no gaps in my brain."

"Yes, but we can't be sure about that." The doctor said, his voice sounding impatient and like he was talking to a child. "Just because it doesn't seem like there are gaps, doesn't mean that they're not there."

I sat up a little bit (OW!) and crossed my arms. The cast made it a little difficult, but I managed. "Fine then. Go ahead. Test me. Ask me every question that you can think of, and then have them ask me questions too." I said, gesturing around the room to the pack.

The doctor looked like he was about to protest, but from the back of the room I heard Paul say, "Just do it. She'll never give up. She'll just drive you insane until you give in. It's the way she is."

I allowed myself a brief smile before the doctor started...interrogating me. Seriously, I think that's what he was doing. I rattled off the answers easily, especially the ones about why I'd been in hospitals when I was younger. (That was easy, fell out of a tree when I was seven, fell down the stairs when I was eight, Embry kicked me in the face when I was nine, swallowed something I shouldn't have when I was ten, and so on.)

And then he got the guys to start asking me questions, which were even easier than the doctor's questions. Paul asked me to relay the conversation we'd had about unicorns, Quil asked me a few questions about that night at the club, (Can you say awkward?) and Emily asked me about the first time I'd met her. (Muffin fight...Mmm, that was a good day.)

And then Seth just had to go and ask me what I'd thought of him the first time I'd met him.

I didn't want to tell him what I'd really thought. That he looked sweet and happy, and like he was suddenly seeing the world for the first time.

So instead I said, "Well, I thought you might be kinda stupid, 'cos I think the first words I heard you say were something like, 'dude, there's a girl in your bed,' and then I thought you were kind of a creepy stalker, and then...Well...I guess now I don't know." I could tell that he was a little hurt, but he laughed with the rest of the room all the same.

Well...I did kinda think he was a creepy stalker at some point. I mean, I stopped, but no one needs to know that.

After forty-five minutes, I finally convinced everyone to leave. Embry had been the hardest, but he knew that I was stubborn, so he eventually left, vowing to come back in the morning.

Seth was the only one left, because he had refused point-blank to leave. I'd argued a little, but not much. Because, truthfully? I think I wanted him to stay.

He was still sitting in the same chair, holding my hand, while we both watched some hilariously stupid movie on the TV.

And then I finally blurted out what I'd wanted to ask since the moment I woke up. "Seth...Who found me? After the accident, who...Who got me here?"

I'd figured that it wasn't some random stranger who just found me, because I think Sam would have told me if that was the truth. But when I asked this question, Seth shifted uncomfortably. "Well...Hayley..."

"Can you, for once in your life, tell me the truth?" I felt pathetic. I was pleading with him, practically begging, and I didn't even know I needed this information so desperately.

"It was...It was me. I found you. I was just in the woods, and then I heard this screeching and..." He choked off, and I gripped his hand tighter. After taking a few breaths, he continued. "And then I smelled the blood, and...When I got there, I didn't know whether to get you out or call 911 first, but then I saw that you were still bleeding and that your leg was stuck and..."

I squeezed his hand again, silently telling him that he didn't have to continue. "Wait...You...smelled the blood? How is that possible?"

Seth's body stiffened. "I meant to say saw. How in the world could I have smelled anything?" He laughed nervously.

He was right. How in the world could he have smelled the blood?

Well...I knew one way.

That night so many years ago, the Children of the Moon attacked me. They were exactly what I would consider werewolves, but the vampires that had saved me had said that I should call them Children of the Moon.

All I knew about those vampires were that the male's name was Eleazar, and that he had two females with him. I could almost always recognize vampires now, but you never saw too many. Especially the ones with gold eyes, like Eleazar and his friends.

That night...I still don't really know what happened. I couldn't sleep, so I'd started to walk around in the woods around our cabin. The moon was shining brightly, and at first I'd thought that it was very pretty and peaceful.

But then I'd started to hear the noises.

At first it was just a few barks, which turned into howling, which turned into growling. I had absolutely no idea where I was, in my frenzied mind, I just needed to get away from these things.

But the faster you run, the faster they chase.

The growling quickly escalated, until I knew instinctively that I was surrounded. And then these...things...came into view. They literally looked like they'd come straight from a bad horror movie. As they advanced, I almost went numb, and for some reason I felt like I knew exactly what they were. Although there eyes were full of malicious hunger, I could tell that they were somewhat human. And then...Then two of them had attacked. And when they'd sufficiently cut part of my abdomen open, two more advanced. This cycle would have continued, had not the three supernaturally beautiful people rushed in, violently pushing the creatures off of me. They were so fast that I could barely track their movements, and laying in the grass, bleeding, I hardly had any energy to do so. I could hear snarls and growls, shouting, screeching, but none of it registered.

And then...Silence.

The male leaned sat down on his knees, staring at my abdomen. His gaze was hungry, too, and my first thought was, Oh, joy, I avoid getting eaten by werewolves just to end up getting eaten by an actual person.

But I knew that he and his friends were not normal people, they were much too fast for that. I noticed that they all had golden eyes, though at the time I didn't think much of it.

My body had finally stopped being numb, and I moaned from the pain. The man tore his gaze away from all the blood and started murmuring in my ear as he picked me up bridal style and started walking, his friends keeping a distance behind us. He was still murmuring to me, explaining about the Children of the Moon, and about how they thirsted more for the kill and suffering than the blood. And when I finally got the sense to ask what he was, he uttered one word: Vampire.

And, of course, being the ever rational person that I am, (Umm...Yeah. Sure.) I didn't want to believe him. But I'd seen those things, and even I knew that they'd been somewhat human. (Not very nice humans, but...still.)

And then he'd told me that his name was Eleazar, that he and his friends didn't drink human blood, but that it was still very tempting, which was why the other two were staying far behind. He started to tell me about how the vampire royalty had thought that the Children of the Moon were all hunted into extinction, but by then I suspected that he was just talking to keep me awake.

But he had made sure to tell me to stay away from anyone with red eyes. I supposedly had very intriguing blood to anyone, especially now that I'd been attacked.

And then we'd broke through the trees, he'd dropped me into the Emergency Room, and I'd never seen him again, nor had I seen any more golden-eyed vampires.

But Eleazar had explained a few things about vampires and werewolves, and I knew they had an acute sense of smell. So was it possible that Seth was...was he like the ones that had attacked me? I mean, I'd been here for a full moon, but I'd stayed in the house with Embry, so it's not like I would know what Seth was doing.

I knew that he could feel me trembling, but I ignored him as I tried to sort out my thoughts.

But there was no way that Seth could be one of those...things. I knew that whatever secret he had, it was Embry's secret too. And Paul's. And Quil's. And all of the boys who I considered to be part of the 'pack.' And I'd seen Embry and Paul during the full moon, and they weren't trying to rip open my stomach. So there was no way Seth could be one of them. Besides, no matter what I had originally thought, I knew that Seth was genuinely worried about me. And from what Eleazar had told me, Children of the Moon could barely feel anything. Especially not something like concern.

But, like I said before, hospitals make me paranoid. And, as is obvious, I'm not the most rational person in the world.

So, being the idiot that I am, I asked a question that literally probably changed my future.

"Seth...Are you a werewolf?"

I know. I'm mean. But you finally get to know what happened to Hayley. So tell me...Did you like the way I explained it? Or did I do a crap job? I must know. That is what the review button is for. Press it! You know you want to! And if you do, you get a werepenguin. And werepenguins are pretty cool.