Angel

The brass doorknob turned with a whine as Angel let herself into what hadn't been her home in a long time. Dust showered down on her as she walked in, like mocking confetti welcoming her home. With a look of disgust Angel brushed it off her jacket.

Unsurprisingly, every surface was covered in a thick layer of dust and she sighed at the thought of all the cleaning she'd have to do. Changing into something more comfortable, she slipped on a pair of headphones and let her mind go blank to everything but the sound of The Fray crooning "How to Save a Life" in her ear.

"If only I'd known how to save a life… maybe they would all still be alive." She thought bitterly for a moment as she watched the rain streak dismally down the window.

She traipsed downstairs to survey the damage and prepare a list of all the tasks that had to be done. Angel went into the kitchen and took in the unhygienic wreck before her. The paint was chipping off the walls and ceilings. There was grime, dust and grease on every surface available. The floor was covered in rat and insect droppings. Pulling on her gloves Angel opened the cupboard doors, and gave a squeal as a few rats jumped out and swarmed away into their nests. Opening all the cupboards, she found maggots, rats everywhere. First things first. She was going to have to call in the exterminators and have the whole place fumigated before there was any hope of making it inhabitable. Abandoning her cleaning equipment, she went off in search of her mobile to call the exterminators and also find a motel to spend the night. As she left, the kitchen she took off her headphones, relaxing a little at the soothing pitter patter of the rain pouring outside.

However, as she was crossing the hall, she heard a noise from outside. Fear sparked through her heart as she thought of all the various enemies who could have come after her seeking revenge. There were criminals everywhere who wanted her dead; she was walking with a huge bounty on her head. Did they have machine guns? How many of them are there? Who is it? Does she need help? And, most importantly, is there any chance she would make it out alive?

Reacting reflexively, she reached inside her handbag for the well concealed gun she'd managed to sneak through security and loaded it, all the while positioning herself behind the door, ready to spring out at the intruder.

Jacob

Jake slowed down as he returned back into Quileute territory aware that he didn't have long before Sam and the other wolves showed up and began to bombard him with questions and arguments. He padded over to the stream nearby and thirstily lapped up the cool refreshing water. Pushing all human thoughts from his mind, he focused on his animal instincts, letting his nose find his next meal for him. Suddenly he caught a strange scent; one that seemed very familiar but was still completely unknown.

Curious, he swam through the shallow stream and had barely crept up the bank when he suddenly caught sight of a house! Well, if you could even call it that. The building in front of him was an abandoned wreck. There was ivy crawling up every available surface on the side of the house. The undergrowth had grown so much that the house blended completely in with the shrubbery. It was weather beaten and had a couple of broken windows. However, there were still signs of very recent activity. The strange scent was stronger now and there were foot prints in the moist soil. Moreover, he could have sworn he'd seen somebody move inside. Ducking behind some trees, he phased back into human form and changed into the clothes he'd rolled and tied to his ankle. Jacob stretched, feeling out his human extremities. He had opposable thumbs again! Wow, it felt strange to be back in human form after such a long time.

Slowly he walked towards the door. He turned the knob, surprised to find it swing open without any resistance. He hesitantly stepped inside.

'Hell-'

It was the only thing he could manage before a slender figure launched itself at him. It had its arms around his neck and swung it's legs around his ribs in a deathly tight embrace. Struggling for breath, Jacob tried to prise the creature off his neck. Grabbing its wrists he bent over throwing the creature forwards. To his surprise it did a somersault and came to a perfect landing in front of him. It turned around and he was stunned to see a beautiful young girl staring back at him with a haughty look of anger in her eyes. Warm brown eyes. The colour of milk chocolate- more beautiful than even Bella's had been.

His stomach flipped as he stared gormlessly at the beautiful face of the dangerous looking girl in front of him. She was tall, slim and slender. Muscles roped around her limbs and she was very tan. Her skin was dark, like his own though littered with small scars. The largest scar he could see ran across her exposed belly. She angrily pulled down the shirt that had hiked up when he threw her and took up a defensive stance . He noted that she was clearly well trained in martial arts and had spent many years fighting. In the second he took to absorb the sight before him, the girl lunged at him; grabbing his arms and twisting him around, face pressed against the wall.

'Who are you and what do you want?' The girl growled into his ear. The feeling of her warm, mint scented breath so close to his ear, gave him a tingling sensation, like he'd never felt before.

'I-I'm not here to hurt you. I was just passing through the woods when I saw this cabin and came to investigate!' He said, as best as he could with his face smashed against the wall.

'Walking? This far away from a trail? Not likely.' She twisted his arm again.

'No! I just got lost. I swear!' He struggled against her.

He was surprised at the strength the girl possessed, but still, it was no match for his supernatural strength. He turned and pushed the girl away. He shook his arms and tried to get his bearings. They were still standing next to the door, the girl standing a few feet from him.

She blushed as she hesitantly took a step forward.

'I'm so sorry. My dad trained me very well in self-defence, and when I heard you outside I thought you were an intruder; so I… reacted.' She looked earnestly into his eyes, seeking forgiveness.

Angel

Angel stood in a defensive position, right in front of the intruder, scanning him for any concealed weapons. She took in the sight of him. He was undoubtedly one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen. Muscles bulged out from every inch of his well toned body. He had rich deep brown eyes and dark hair; cropped quite short, covering his head with an inky gloss; like black satin. The planes of his face were sharp and well defined, his body covered in beautiful russet skin. He flashed an open, friendly smile, but the warmth in his dark eyes seemed to hide a brooding resentment that was instantly disturbing.

She had been surprised when he managed to break away from her. Most men could never match her supernatural strength.

Angel was a Wolf.

She was the first Quileute of this generation that had phased. After her only one other boy had phased, and he changed her life forever. Pain threatened to wrack through her brain as she remembered the reason she'd left Forks, and all the family and friends she'd loved so much. Even today she felt resentment for him. The boy that had made her lose everything, and pushed her into such a dangerous career. But these bitter memories had no place in the present.

She focused on the man in front of her; heat flooding through her cheeks, ashamed at attacking this poor innocent man.

'I'm so sorry. My dad trained me very well in self-defence, and when I heard you outside I thought you were an intruder; so I… reacted.' She looked earnestly into his eyes, seeking forgiveness.

The man gave her a strange look. As if he the last few minutes had never happened. He was staring at her with an emotion she'd never seen before. Worried that she might have strangled him a bit too hard, as he smiled woozily at her, she anxiously asked him if he was alright.

'Uunghlg…' came his unintelligible reply. Definitely lack of oxygen to his brain, 'Uh yeah, sorry. Um no problem, don't worry 'bout it. I guess it was a normal reaction. I've never seen you around here before. Are you new?' He asked.

"Yes. I arrived this morning." She replied shortly, never one to waste words.

"Well, by the looks of it, you got the sour end of a shitty bargain." he said eyeing the filthy household.

"I suppose it needs some work."

"Why don't you come stay by my place for a coupla days. My sisters married so you can have her old bedroom." He offered.

Angel raised an eyebrow in distaste.

"There's no need. I'll be staying in as motel for the next few days until the place is fumigated and some renovations occur. Thank you for the offer, however. It was very kind of you." She was polite but cold as she declined him, though he still persisted.

'Well atleast let me buy you lunch and welcome you to our small town. Come on. I'm Jacob, and I'm quite a big shot around here.' He gave a devilish grin as he pulled her out of the house insistently.

Though taken aback, she watched him with mild amusement. What a strange guy.

"You're not gonna let me go until I agree to this." She stated more than asked.

"Nope." He grinned at her exhausted expression.

She was too tired to decline him, not to mention she was absolutely starving. Pursing her lips, she followed him out, deciding he seemed harmless enough.