A/N Hello every one! i hope you enjoy this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this! this chapter was 2 times as long as my normal chapters, and they will probably just get longer and longer! haha! I want to say thanks to my beta/amazing friend: JustLikeBrokenGlassToMe! she is fantastic, and added a bunch of stuff to this chapter!

Kanti P.O.V:

I woke slowly, quietly in my bed. Well, what I had thought was my bed. But instead of my big purple room, with my big black bed, this room was completely white - white walls, bright lights and white sheets.

My vision was still blurry and my eyes kept crossing, I must still be half-asleep. That's when I felt pressure on my left hand. Smooth, and a little cold – it was Jackson.

"Dad?" I croaked. My eyes came into focus as I found his face. It was solemn, like usual, with a hint of worry.

"I'm here darlin'" he muttered, "Seth's here too." He muttered the latter, in a way that made me think that he wished Seth wasn't here.

"Seth?" I smiled, but before he could answer, I was suddenly filled with frustration. "God! What's-s going on! Did they drug me r' s-somethin'?" I muttered, trying to yell as my words began to slur. I wanted to look at his face but my eyes had shut again and weren't going to open.

I heard Seth chuckle. "I'm right here, Loca. Yes, they drugged you last night, but only because you were screaming in your sleep and they were afraid that you would scare the other patients. It should die down in about 20 minuets."

His voice came from beside me - and I mean right beside me. I moved my left hand over and felt his warm arm (along with his body) next to me on the hospital bed. I beamed. My best friend had come to make sure I was okay! Sweet!

I tried to sit up, but my left arm burst with an evil pain.

"Ouch," I said, slowly lowering my body back down on the bed. My eyes opened and I could see a black brace on my left arm.

"Oh," I muttered, remembering only that my arm had broken last night. "Hey m-my arm-m, I thought it was-s brok'n. But it's j-just in a s-splint." I said, lifting it up to show them.

"Well, the doctor-." Seth started, but was then rudely interrupted by my father.

"Doctor Carlisle said that when he took X-rays of your arm, it looked as if you had split your arm straight in half, but it was already healed almost completely. He doesn't know why you're healing like this, but he keeps checking on you and it's better and better every time."

"Hmm," I murmured, "weird."

"Ohskayy," my slurring worsened, "uhr Dah coul-dah yur gab mer surm fourd wheel I'm slurp?" Translation for slur speak: Okay – uh, dad could you grab me some food while I'm asleep?

"Sure thing." He muttered and I could feel his hand leave mine.

"Shanks. " I felt myself beginning to snore, and I could hear Seth laughing his booming laugh from beyond my wall of sleep. Then, I felt myself smile.

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Later:

As I slept, my dreams were filled with dark nightmares of the worst kind.

I was standing in the dark, cold forest. I begin to run, feeling as if someone is chasing me. I run as fast as I can, faster and faster, and I continue running. I look behind me to see what it was I am running from.

Big mistake.

It's the man from the night before, but now somehow, he seems more demonic and scary. With his black shaggy hair hanging in his blood red eyes, hands like claws at his side, and a huge demonised grin on his freakishly, beautiful face.

He seems to only walk, but yet he keeps up, if not exceeds, my fastest running pace so easily. As I run I get to a large clearing. As I am looking up to adjust to my new surroundings, I see a gigantic gray and black wolf, bigger than a black bear. Way bigger than a black bear.

I stop running, shocked at the sight of this… this huge wolf. I hear movement behind me. I turn around to see the evil looking man on the other side. I'm trapped. They have come to kill me.

I begin to scream. "NO! NO, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" I scream at the top of my lungs, hoping someone would hear and save me. I start to cry as I scream.

At that moment the pale man begins to charge at me, with great speed. I scream and cower to the floor. To my surprise, the demon jumped over me and landed just two feet away. The wolf let out a mighty growl, shaking his head, as if to warn him.

They began to circle until the wolf is inches from me. He turns his body sideways, and growled protectively, so loudly anyone a hundred miles from here could have heard the sound. And in that moment I understood. He was trying to save me.

The demon stepped forward, and my protector made a sound that probably meant, "You asked for it." And the wolf jumped on the enemy.

Taking him down, ripping one of his arms off, and the demon stopped moving. My wolf sat up, looking proud of himself. He trotted over to me, and I laughed and his cockiness. He rubbed his furry muzzle on my check.

"Thank you," I whispered, "you saved my life." And, if it was even possible, the wolf blushed and looked sheepish – looking so familiar.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the demon rise. I turned my head to see it, and saw it pounce, and I shouted out a warning to the wolf. But I can't remember what name I shouted, or where it came from.

"SETH!" I screamed, as the realization of what the demon was came to me.

The vampire bit deep into the wolf's neck, and I watched in pain as I saw the light in his eyes go out, as one long howl of pain and sorrow left his muzzle.

The wall of slumber broke.

I sat up quickly. As I opened my eyes, I saw Seth in front of me, concern in his face.

"Are you alright, Kanti?" he asked.

"Oh Seth!" I cried, tears beginning to stream down my face. He pulled me into his arms, and I buried my face into his chest, wetting his shirt. As I cried in his embrace, he stroked my back, trying to calm me. This went on for several minutes, before all that was left of my breakdown was my quick, heavy breathing and my puffy eyes.

He angled his face to look at me with a face that had concern on it, along with comfort, wonder, and ... something else I couldn't identify. I had seen several times, but never knew what the expression was.

He kissed me on the forehead. His lips felt so soft and warm against my cold skin, and a small smile crept onto my face. He saw my smile and grinned back at me, with his cute, boyish grin. I loved these moments. Where we could just sit not even talk, and enjoy each other's company.

A short, plump, redheaded nurse walked in. She told us that the doctor would be with us shortly, and that she had ran into my father, and he should be here quickly.

I felt slightly ashamed; I hadn't even noticed his absence. We thanked her, and I turned back into Seth's embrace, as he continued to rub my back soothingly. For a second, the nurse watched us with a look that you made you almost able to read her mind.

Oh, young love, so romantic. They must be so happy together.

I thought I would her straight, and tell her we were not a couple. But that would've been rude, so I said nothing, and she left.

My father came in with my food, glaring daggers at Seth, and for some reason I thought it might have been because he was holding me. Seth told Jackson that I'd had a nightmare.

I ate my bad sandwiches and yoghurt. It was late afternoon, and my father had informed me he'd received the phone call at three in the morning, and was here straight away.

I hadn't had any form of ID on me at the time, so I was curious about how they found me. My dad didn't seem too thrilled to tell me. You see – I am a horrible sleep talker. I can't go one night with out saying at least one embarrassing thing. I am also known to have conversations with people in my sleep.

When they brought me in, I had just been with Seth. So I had kept muttering his name over and over, until one of the nurses actually thought I was awake, and asked whom "Seth" was. I replied, "Seth Clearwater, you dummy!"

She was apparently very offended. But it so happens that my doctor knew the Clearwater family, and rang them. Seth told them who I was, and they rang Jackson.

Now I understood why Jackson was so upset! Seth was the one who "saved the day", he was here first, holding my hand, he was the one who
made me smile through the pain, and he was the one who was holding me after my dream.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Jackson asked, making me think of a mum or dad asking their young child to tell them the story of the monsters hiding under their bed.

"No," I grimaced, closing my eyes, and tried hard not to think about my horrid dream. Suddenly, memories of the nightmare filled my head, and I felt sick. "Oh, my God…"

"What's wrong?" both Jackson and Seth asked frantically at once.

Slowly, I told them about the night before - from the start of the ride home, to falling asleep on Thialia, who had been taken home by one of my father's friends.

Seth looked at my father uneasily. "Why can't I smell him?" he questioned.

"I don't know, but you'd better get that Pack of yours busy looking for the leech before he does any permanent damage!" my father snapped.

What are they talking about? Had they finally cracked?

That's when the doctor came in. Carlisle Cullen. He was very handsome, but almost in a cold way. Jackson and Seth went over to the corner near the window, whispering together. Dr. Cullen checked out my arm, saying it had completely healed, but he wanted me to wear the brace for a while. He was amazed with my healing process.

After he was finished checking on me, he told me that on Saturday, the boys from the reservation were coming over to hang out at his house with his family. He invited me, and said that I could hitch a ride with Seth. I told him that that sounded great. Finally, I could leave.

When I looked around it was just Seth and I.

"Loca, your dad had to take care of something. I'm going to drop you off at you house, 'kay?" I just nodded. I was tired and wanted to be at
home asleep.

On the ride home I was thinking about my nightmare and … and how the man was a vampire.

"Seth, was that kid a vampire?" I asked suddenly.

He jumped when I said it, not expecting a question. He took in a deep breath and answered. "Yes."

"When my dad said the Pack-"

"He meant me and the other guys, yes," he interrupted. I hung my head down, looking at my fingers.

"That's where I'm going right after this. To hunt down that vampire."

I nodded. "Be safe," I added as we pulled up to my house. "Thank you."

"For what?" he whispered, this time his head down.

"Everything," I muttered. Then I sat up and unexpectedly kissed him on the cheek. I ran inside, and quickly dressed for bed, brushed my
teeth, and drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the sound of my window sliding open. I was immediately upset.

Seth and I had been joking around one day and he swore that one night while I was sleeping he would climb in my window and scare me half to death.

Well, I was in no mood for that tonight. I sat up and snapped, "Seth, if you don't get out of here right now, so help me God, I will –" But I stopped when I felt a very cold hand on my mouth.

Seth was never cold. Lightning flashed and I saw his face... the vampire from the night before.

Sshh," he whispered in his cold, hoarse voice. But it sounded happily demonic, like Johnny Depp's Willy Wonka "Be quiet, so I won't have to kill you."

A/N Ohhhhh cliff hanger! whats going to happen next? No one knows... well i know (but my beta doesnt even know!)! What do YOU think is going to happen? Comment!

Also, Kanti crying in Seth's arms? ohlala! Kanti kissing Seth on the cheek? Eeeep! are they going to stay friends or get into a relation ship? Comment and let me know what you thought!

Love all of you!

~Morgan Out!~