Sorry I didn't update over the weekend. I had to babysit and then went running errands on Sunday, but here's an update today! Hope you enjoy!

- Anna

I do not own Twilight.

"Be careful, Bianca," Sam said to me earlier that morning. I took heed in his warning; I tended to run into trouble everywhere I went. I did not tell him where I was going that morning, either. I wasn't in the mood to tell him and he didn't ask. There was one face that was prominent in my mind for the past few days; Jacob, who graced my thoughts and left a trail of remorse behind him.

Jacob, who apparently did not like me, was everything in my mind.

I thought I did not like him. It was an easy mistake to make.

The night of the bonfire when he stared at me a small pang of disappointment and ignorance filled me. It was yearning, I realized. It came to me when I woke up during the night drenched in a cold sweat. I had been dreaming about something, but couldn't remember the vivid hallucination. It was something about wolves; I was terrified, running somewhere, and that was almost all that I could recall.

I was yearning for the boy who didn't want me, and for that I was truly psychotic.

That was how I ended up at a small diner in Forks. I must have walked more than a mile to even get into the small town, so it was even more than that to even stumble upon the diner, which was right next to a sports shop I had never heard of. The cafe seemed practically full when I walked in, so I found myself a small booth in the farthest back corner of the room. It was quiet. The low hum of generic chatter soothed my mind in the oddest way possible.

"Hey," I heard someone whisper, startling me. I jumped and turned to face them. My first thought was that it was a waiter coming to take my order, but to my surprise a girl was staring back at me, her brown eyes sparkling. "Are you okay?"

I looked at her in surprise, still in shock from her startling me. "Yes, thank you."

She was the kind of person who would have been popular at my school back home. Her bronze ringlets that fell past her waist with ease and framed her angular jawline and high cheekbones. She puckered her lips. They were formed into perfect dark pink cupid's bow that contrasted with her alabaster skin.

"My name is Nessie," she said. My eyes were met with gleaming, chocolate brown ones. I could hardly speak, someone like this did not belong in this small town and I blinked fast to make sure she was not a figment of my imagination.

"I'm Bianca," I replied. There was something attractive about her demeanor. She made me want to talk to her for hours, but yet she had something slightly intimidating about her that made me want to be careful.

"I can tell you're conflicted, Bianca," she said quietly. "Why?"

Once again, the feeling of attraction opened my mouth and coaxed me to spill all of my secrets.

"A boy has got me conflicted," I answered. "My head is all jumbled from it— like I can't tell my left from my right. I can't think of anything but him."

She looked at me with those sparkling eyes as she spoke and grinned with a dimpled smile, and once again I was ready to answer whatever she asked. "What is his name?" She asked, tucking a coppery ringlet behind her ear as she spoke.

"Jacob," I replied.

She stayed silent for a few painstaking moments while looking at me in shock. Her expressions changed faster than I could track, but I followed one emotion throughout the whole presentation; it was confusion. Her brown eyes were filled with worry and she asked me, "What happened?"

"We fought . . . I threw a few things," I confessed shamefully. "He doesn't like me from what I can gather, but I can't stop worrying what he thinks of me . . . if I hurt him. I regret everything I've done in the past few weeks."

"You're his imprint, aren't you?"

"His what?"

"Oh, you don't know yet do you?" she said, her voice a bit annoyed. As if she expected me to know what the hell an Imprint was. "You're his soulmate. That is why you can't stop thinking of him. I am assuming he is probably feeling the same right now, you just don't know that."

"What the hell?" I looked at her quizzically. It couldn't be real, she was probably just messing with me. I was seventeen, for goodness sake, I had no "soulmate". I hardly even knew Jacob, merely a couple of weeks was not enough to get to know somebody that well.

She smirked at me. "Werewolves, vampires, all that shit. Do you know about that?"

"Sure, I've read a lot of fiction books." My heart was beating fast, my mind racing, confused at the mysterious girl hat was standing before me and telling me stories. "Wait, so how do you know Jacob?"

She waved me off. "We had a fling. Anyway, since you know about the books, you must know they're real."

I scoffed in realization. "Nessie" was either insane or pranking me, much like the popular girls would have done at school. She was the epitome of a mean girl, I could see it in her now. Her once glittering, inviting chocolate covered eyes were filled with a form of malice, jealousy even. That fling she had with Jacob was probably one of the many reasons she was telling me stories to mess with my already damaged psyche.

"Well, Nessie, I don't tend to believe mysterious strangers who are inclined to tell me lies. So no, I do not think they are real."

Her hand was suddenly flying towards my face and I moved to protect myself from the worse, but it never came. There was nothing, and then there were things filling my mind; the pictures were vivid, full of life and vigor. They were brilliant, filled with pictures of giant bronze and shimmery overlaid wolves with glimmering black orbs looking straight at me. A child came into view, her blonde waves bouncing behind her as she skipped merrily; her skirt was a potent orange that glared harshly at me, but was perfectly suited for her alabaster creamy skin. She was delicate, tiny as she danced around, but she noticed I was there. She turned around and looked straight at me, a smile forming on her elegant face. Her startling red eyes stared at me, framed under thick black lashes and she smiled, revealing ivory colored teeth under red-hued lips.

I wanted to walk towards the child. Where were her parents?

There was a growl, and suddenly the child was knocked out of the way, flying across the clearing from impact. It was terrible; I watched the creature, the humongous wolf, devour and tear the child limb from limb on the edge of a forest. The sound was of a nail on a chalkboard and I wanted to cover my ears, to scream for help. My attempts were futile and I began to cry, feeling salty tears on my numb cheeks. The wolf emerged and I saw its shimmery, russet coat emerge with a tiny alabaster arm in its mouth. Its tongue was lolled out in a playful manner, as if asking are you proud of me?

I swallowed with remorse. There was no trace of anything left in its shining grey eyes but playfulness and loyalty.

I was pulled out of the trance with the feeling of a sticky, wet hand pulling itself from my cheek. Nessie looked at me with a smart expression, her lips pursed in approval. "Do you see now?" She asked, the shine of maliciousness still brightly twinkling in her eyes.

The werewolf ripped the vampire apart, I realized quickly. All of it was like a cliche fiction novel, like the one I had in my suitcase from home. Moon, it was called, it was something about a love triangle between two girls and a boy. The one girl was a dark-haired vampire, malicious or rebellious, and the other was a small fairy with fiery red hair and a sweet-as-honey attitude. They were feuding over an inky-haired werewolf named Aaron, or something of that manner.

The werewolves were meant to kill. Nessie showed me in a way I never thought possible; every fibre of my being was on edge. It was not normal to be able to do— whatever she did. She was something other than human, I realized. The vampire in the story looked similar to the mysterious girl who stood in front of me, minus the blonde hair and red eyes. It was horrifying, but true.

"You're a vampire," I said, more in question than confrontation. It made sense in a twisted sort of way that the mysterious girl telling me these myths would be the myth itself. She smirked, revealing the shiny ivory teeth, a signature of the little blonde girl I had seen in the vision.

"Bingo," she said cheerily, smirking. "You should get a prize for that. By the way, ask your brother how he's doing. I was wondering what it was like, hiding being a shapeshifter from his little sister all those years. Tell our other mutual friend hello when he gets home as well, they're probably out on pack duty together."

This bitch is trying to tear me apart inside, isn't she?

"I'm going to go now, toodles!"

She waved, hopped, skipped, and sped out of the cafe like some twisted version of Mary Poppins before the word "Nessie" was formed by my mouth. Suddenly, I felt alone and vulnerable like a small child. There were things bigger than the mean girls at school, than the jocks on the football field, than life itself. There were immortals, lovely, sparkly eyed, malicious immortals.

I wiped the sticky tears from my numb face. I couldn't think or hear myself scream, but I knew I did, because dining staff came rushing over to see if I was okay. The murmurs of their voices were just hums among the buzzing in my head, but I told them I was fine. They walked away with a few glances back at me to make sure I was okay or maybe because they thought I was potentially crazy. I had no idea which one.

I sat at that cafe for a few more hours, my body tucked as far into one of Sam's sweatshirts that I could hardly see the world outside of the darkness.

"Be careful, Bianca," Sam said to me that morning.

I took heed in his warning; I tend to run into trouble wherever I go.