I see a bad moon rising

I see trouble on the way

I see earthquakes and lightening

I see a bad time today

"Hey Mark, what's up?"

"Hey Abby. Nice to hear that you're back in the world of the living." Mark teased. I rolled my eyes with a smile as I put the last of the dishes away, holding my cell phone between my shoulder and cheek. I glanced out the window at the angry looking dark clouds. The rain was off but I doubted it would stay that was for long and I wanted to rush into town and grab a few things before it started. It had been after three when Emily dropped me off; Paul was too busy huffing at me for actually leaving La Push and I had been forced to ask Sam and Emily for a ride. I sighed inwardly at the thought and turned my attention back to Mark.

"Was there a reason you were calling or did you just feel like irritating me?" I asked with a wry smile as I struggled to pull my arms through my jacket.

"I was calling to see if you wanted to go get something to eat? Mexican, my treat."

"Ooh, you know I can't resist a good Mexican." I replied quickly. It wasn't often Mark offered to pay for dinner and I knew to accept immediately before he changed his mind. I had nothing edible in the apartment and since Paul was still pissed, I wasn't exactly expecting a visit from him any time soon.

"Sweet. I'll meet you in half hour?"

"I'll be there." I assured him before hanging up and rushing towards my bedroom. I dressed quickly, pulling a cardigan over my boy beater and then my leather jacket over my cardigan. I had forgotten how cold it could be when I wasn't surrounded by seriously hot werewolves and it had been a shock to my system to enter my cold apartment. The heat had been on since I arrived. I added a scarf to my outfit before slinging my bag over my shoulder and slipping my IPOD earphones into my ear and leaving the apartment.

The air was crisp and cold as I wandered down the street, the sound of Creedence Clearwater Revival reverberating in my head as I walked. I stepped further into the pavement as cars rushed by, splashing water left over by the side of the road from the torrential rain the day before. Smiling as I remembered yesterday's Guitar Hero Battle, I realised that my week in La Push felt like it had never happened. I felt like I had never left Port Angeles; my almost perfect week seemed like it had happened to someone else. I couldn't believe I was back, walking the streets of Port Angeles rather than spending my day in Emily's kitchen, listening to Sam and Paul bicker over what sport to watch on television.

I shivered and pulled my jacket closer to my body as the sky began to darken slowly. I was almost at the Mexican restaurant and I sped up as I felt the first few drops of water hit the side of my face, reaching the door just as the heavens opened. The rain pounded on the ground, huge droplets hitting the ground and then bouncing onto my jeans as I stood in the doorway for a second before entering.

"Abby." I smiled at Mark as I walked towards him, pulling my jacket off as the heat and smell of the restaurant swarmed around me.

"Hey you." I greeted him with a kiss to the cheek before sitting in the chair facing him, resting my arms on the table as I looked around. The restaurant was busy, filled with chatting couples and groups of friends that were laughing loudly. I turned back to see Mark looking at me with a knowing grin on his face.

"I see your week in the wilderness did you a world of good."

"It did, yes." I replied with a grin. "Nothing like spending a week in bed with a six foot something giant to bring a girl's spirits up."

He grimaced and I chuckled, picking up my menu and scanning it quickly. The waitress approached us and I rolled my eyes as she leant over Mark to pick up the extra knives and forks on the other side of the table, making a gagging motion at him as he looked down her shirt.

"Hi I'm Nicole and I'll be your waitress tonight." She flashed Mark a smile as she threw me a dirty look and I couldn't help the giggle that escaped as she fluttered her obviously fake lashes at him. She shot me a dirty look and I covered my mouth with my hand, watching her eyes flicker to my flaking black nail polish and then back at my face. She was obviously happy with what she saw because she gave me a smug smile before turning back to Mark again.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"We'll have two cokes and a pitcher of Sangria, thanks." I told her dismissively. This is why I hated coming for food with Mark. He was always getting hit on by waitresses and I was always left sitting there like an awkward third wheel. For all 'Nicole' knew, I could be Mark's wife and yet she still flirted shamelessly. I made a mental not never to bring Paul to this restaurant. I could tolerate her flirting with Mark but if she flirted with my Paul, I would be pissed.

Mark smiled at me as she left, a knowing look on his face. Oh yeah, he was getting laid tonight. I chuckled and shook my head again, leaning back in my chair.

"So, how's Paul?"

"He's kind of pissed at me." I sighed sullenly. Mark rolled his eyes and shook his head, taking a sip of the Coke that Nicole placed in front of him. I waited on her leaving the table again before speaking.

"He didn't want me to come back to Port Angeles. He wanted, no wants, me to move in with him, Jared and Kim." I poured myself a glass of Sangria as I spoke and took a sip of the cold, fruity cocktail.

"Damn." Mark whistled under his breath.

"I know, right? I mean, what was I supposed to do?"

"Do you want to move in with him?"

"Yes! No! I don't know. It's too soon." It was a concept I didn't fully understand yet myself. I knew for a fact that I would be spending the rest of my life with Paul and the thought pleased me but I still couldn't bring myself to agree to move in with him because it felt too serious. I would be loosing the last little bit of freedom I had and I was desperate to cling to that; to cling to something of my former live. Of course I couldn't explain all that to Mark without spilling the secret about the wolves and imprinting and everything else. So I settled for a long suffering sigh and a slight shrug of my shoulders.

"I do want to move in with him but I can't help but think that maybe this week was… a honeymoon period, you know? Who's to say that we would last if I moved in? He could hate the fact that I constantly need music on or the fact that I leave the lid off the toothpaste. Or I could hate the fact that he's never fully dressed when walking around the house. You know what I mean?"

Mark was chuckling silently as he listened to me and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What?"

"I think you're being ridiculous. I'm not saying you should move in with him or anything but listen to yourself. Maybe you can't see it but I can. Paul makes you happier than I've ever seen you. You're practically blinding me because you're glowing so brightly. I don't think moving in with him would be a mistake and sure, you'd probably have a few problems but you'd get over it." He took a large gulp of Sangria as I stared at him. "You've never been this happy before, Abs. Paul is my favourite out of all your boyfriends and I'm counting Alex when he was my best friend in that. I really think you guys could make it."

I was silent as I contemplated his words. Maybe there was no real need to give up my entire life if I moved to La Push. It wasn't really that far from Port Angeles or Seattle, and Paul could be my personal chauffer. And Mark was right, if I could get over the fact that my boyfriend was a werewolf who was inexplicably drawn to me due to some sort of magical bond then I could get over the fact that he left the toilet seat up.

"Here you are." Nicole was back, her flirt grin in place as she sat Mark's plate in front of him and practically dumped my food on my place mat. I narrowed my eyes at her and felt a small jolt of satisfaction when her face paled. Mark rolled his eyes at me as she left and I should him a victorious smile.

"You scare away all the pretty ones." He groaned through a mouthful of food. I chuckle and shrugged.

"All the pretty ones are bad for your ego." I reminded him. "When are you going to settle down with a nice girl anyway? You could double with me and Paul."

Mark looked horrified at the thought and I laughed, despite the forkful of food I had just put in my mouth.

"God, don't even joke about that." He muttered. "Besides you're one to talk, miss perpetually single, friend with benefits." He raised an eyebrow at me and I flushed angrily.

"Shut up." I muttered under my breath, concentrating on my food now instead of the conversation. Being with Paul; feeling and seeing how much he cared about me made me ashamed of my past with Alex. It made me shudder with disgust at the thought of Alex touching me. Paul made me feel like I was the single most perfect person on the face of the earth and for him, I wanted to be. I wanted to be that pure, perfect girlfriend whose entire world revolved around her boyfriend and their love for each other but I wasn't sure I could be. I had done so many stupid things in my past, Alex being the stupidest.

"Piece of chocolate cake for desert for your thoughts?" Mark kicked me under the table lightly and I looked up at him in surprise. "Hey, don't sweat it kid. Paul can't stay mad at you. He'll get over the whole playing house thing soon."

I nodded and smiled, finishing my dinner quickly and waiting patiently on Mark to finish his.

"Hey, you okay getting home if I…" He motioned towards the waitress with his head and I rolled my eyes with a chuckle.

"Man whore." I teased as I pulled my jacket on. He flashed me a proud grin and kissed my cheek softly before heading towards the door marked STAFF. I headed outside into the cold air, shivering as the icy wind wrapped around me. It was almost dark now, the street lights coming on slowly as I headed towards the apartments. I hadn't picked up the things I needed, I thought regretfully, but I could get them tomorrow before work.

"Abby."

I whirled at the sound of my voice, my eyes scanning the deserted street for whoever had spoken. There was no sign of anyone or anything and I shuddered suddenly, feeling the heavy weight of someone's eyes watching me intently.

"Abby."

I spun in a circle, my heard beat rapidly increasing and beating out of control. I could feel the goose bumps that began popping up on my skin as fear settled over me like a thick, stuffy blanket I couldn't get out of.

"Who's there?" I asked softly, looking around again before speeding up.

"Abby…" The word sounded like it was carried on the wind; like a cold caress that made me stop suddenly and stand completely still. Suddenly Alex was in front of me, smiling softly.

"Hey Abs."

"Alex? What the hell, you scared the shit out of me!" I squealed, ignoring the warning in my head that reminded me that it wasn't Alex's voice saying my name.

"Sorry. Look, I need to talk to you about something. It's important. It's about Paul."

"I'm not interested Alex." I told him flatly, wrapping my arms around myself and heading down the street.

"Look, this isn't about me being dangerous, this is serious." He protested, easily keeping stride with me. "There's something not right about him and his friends and I met this guy who told me what it was. They're monsters, Abs. Real life monsters."

Oh God, he couldn't possibly know, could he? No, there was no way he knew about the werewolves. It was impossible. Still, I had to be sure, for their sake.

"Who told you that?" I tried to make my voice mocking and unserious but I knew it hadn't worked.

"I did." That was the voice, the one who had spoken my name. I spun on the spot and felt my throat close up in fear, despite the fact that I wanted to scream long and hard and loud. He was tall, at least as tall as Mark, and his skin was so deathly pale that I shivered. The eyes were the worst though, those vivid crimson eyes that told me more than I needed to know about him. He was a vampire, and he ate people. People like me and Alex and Mark and… I heard myself whimper as I tried to take a step back but before I could process it, he was right in front of me, his icy cold hands clasped around my biceps, squeezing just short of pain.

"Hello Alex."

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When I woke up again I was in a dark, silent room. I groaned and held a hand to my head, wincing as I came in contact with a large, tender spot of skin. He had hit me with something, something to knock me out. Oh God, Alex. What had he done to Alex?

"Alex?" I whispered his name as softly as I dared, praying that he was alive and here, with me.

"He's not here." The voice was worse than it had been outside. It contained more malice and in the darkness of the room, it seemed like he was surrounding me, coming from every side. "He upheld his end of the bargain and I let him go. You see, I'm a man of my word. Unlike those filthy dogs you have been spending time with. Honestly, if you had anything other than a meagre, pathetic human nose you would be disgusted by the smell of yourself."

I scowled but kept my mouth shut, not wanting to provoke the killer, especially since I didn't know which direction he would be coming in or how close he was to me.

As total and utter desperation weighed down on me, I felt tears fill my eyes. I tried to blink them back but it was useless and they began sliding down my face, leaving damp trails that cooled in the cold air. I silently prayed for Paul or Sam or Jared… any of the wolves would do really. All of them would be even better. I needed to see something that looked capable of killing the stone creature that was stalking around the black room.

"You know, your mangy dog killed my mate. Its why I went after you and not the other little whores who seem to surround the pack. It was your dog in particular. Did he tell you all about it? Did he explain to you in great detail how he ripped her from limb to limb and then burned her? Did he?" The last was spoken in a quiet roar and I screamed as he suddenly lunged at me, his eyes wide and terrifying. I held back a whimper as I forced my heart beat under control. He was trying to scare me, I reminded myself. I just had to be cool and calm until someone found me.

Oh God, please Paul I silently prayed as the maniac before me laughed viciously at my desperate sobs. Paul…

Don't go out tonight,

They're bound to take your life

There's a bad moon on the rise

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The song belongs to Creedence Clearwater Revival.

I told you there would be drama. I know the whole 'imprint captured by a vampire has been done before but ive never tried it and i felt like i should. Tell me if its completely unrealistic and you hate it, please.
Also this chapter and the next few are slightly AU from Chances. Not so much AU but what happens was never mentioned in Chances but lets just pretend that it was.

As always, let me know whatyou think!

thanks