DISClaimer: I'm not Stephanie Meyer. I make no profit from this.

I am, however, quite in love with werewolves. And Jasper from the movie. His face is incredible.

It's not love. it's a fixation. I want a personal radiator... And Jasper looks like he wants chocolate cake... but can't quite reach it...

Hope you enjoy this.

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"I like you." I whispered it, hoping against hope that she would hear. "Alright?"

She nodded silently.

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Seth's POV

Jake looked at me, I was watching her sitting comfortably on the side of the track, eyes closed in the sunshine. We had skipped a tour of the reservation in favour of running bikes up and down the strip for the morning. I was going to take her hiking in the afternoon.

"You fell fast, man," he muttered as I looked up at him, kicking the stand down again so I could relax for half a second.

"yeah." A blush must have risen in my cheeks because he grinned.

"Well, watch her freak out when you get on." he paused, "She doesn't bike, does she?"

"I honestly don't know," I paused, "I don't know a lot, really," She was looking at me now.

"You will," he murmured, "eventually." Then I saw how he knew.

Nessie had pressed her hand to Max's cheek. Her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was concentrating hard. She was showing her memories, I was sure of it. Max swallowed nervously as she pulled away, inching backwards slowly.

"That's pretty much it," Nessie muttered, Max blushing. "He was very protective of me when I was growing up, but he knew when to back off…" Max frowned at her, then at me, panic in her eyes, although I'm sure she didn't think I saw. Nessie curled her hand around Max's wrist and smiled at her. "You should relax, Mackenzie, it's alright…" A small pause, "Nobody's going to hurt you."

"No offence meant, but you're a freak." She countered, her face not exactly happy with the situation. "You showed me memories by touching me. What is that? Some sort of superhero power? You've got the wolves and the witch… or what?" She had risen to her feet now, terror in her eyes. "Well? Tell me."

"Max?" I was running before I could think, knowing… feeling that she was scared, and determined to stop it. "Max, what's wrong?"

"It's… I-" She stopped and looked at me. "I can't do this." and she was running. Running hard, running fast, straight towards Jake. Nobody was expecting it, I hadn't moved by the time it took her to reach the damn bike, and as she shoved Jake out of the way with almost superhuman strength, he stumbled. He actually stumbled.

That hadn't happened for four years.

Within seconds, she had kicked the bike into life, was tearing away from us, towards the road.

Max's POV

I'd snapped. I'd snapped. Oh, god help me… what was I doing?

Mum used to bike, she'd made me and my brother, Ben, learn how to ride as soon as we were old enough, because we'd never know when we needed it.

God, I never knew she would be right. I swallowed as I realised I didn't have a helmet, that I'd gone off without one. Maybe I should have gone back, I don't know, but I kept my eyes on the road, tried to avoid puddles, and rode. The wind whipped my hair back from my face and my eyes stung from the speed of the wind, but I didn't care. I was leaving that… werewolf nonsense behind.

I hated myself for doing it as well. I couldn't work out why, until I heard the howling. I couldn't work out why there was part of me that had felt so wrong, flicking the kickstand out of the way and gunning the bike like I had done so many times before.

All I know is that I'd had my fill of fantasy creatures, and I was happy enough to be leaving. But there was something in my chest telling me I was leaving behind something that would have changed my life for the better, if only I'd hung around long enough to find that out. And Seth… oh, I'd seen his face, the fear… the horror in his eyes, the terror that I was going to leave.

He'd fallen for me the second he met me, he wasn't scared to admit it, and I'm not denying that the earth moved for me, just looking in his eyes, even thinking about him was exhilarating - though that may well have been the adrenaline.

I felt so guilty. I honestly felt awful. Because I think… and I realised it when I turned the corner into the petrol station in Forks, lost control for a second as my world came crashing down around me, and skidded onto my side, hitting the tree on the grass bank, I think, whatever magic those werewolves weaved, whatever they did to me - whether it was the imprinting thing, or whether it was because I was desperate for love, to be held close and wanted, that I… I'd fallen for him too.

Bloody hell, Mackenzie. Really good, you are. Probably not even twenty four hours yet, and you're in love.

That's pathetic. I shook myself as I tried to drag myself out from beneath the still roaring bike. I couldn't move, and my leg hurt. A lot.

"Hey…" I looked up, realised that my vision was slightly red. Blood all over my face, no doubt. "Hey, are you alright?" I resisted the urge to scream at them in frustration, but the longer I rested there, the calmer I felt. Weird.

"I… I can't get out from under…" I gestured at the bike, looking at him. His eyes were golden.

That was a flipping physical impossibility.

He lifted the bike one-handed and helped me to sit down on the grass slope.

"Thanks." I muttered. "I'll be alright from here."

"You're bleeding." He said. "That's a head wound. You might have concussion." I felt like hell again, everything flipping over in my head as I looked down at the grass. When I looked up into his face again, I felt immediately like a wave of calm was racing over me.

Again with the weirdness.

"I'm alright." He offered me his hand and I took it. Ice cold. Like the bloke yesterday, Edward. Is everyone around here weird, at super-temperature-extremes, or what? I was sensible enough to resist the urge to ask.

I stood awkwardly, and he smiled at me as I winced and grabbed my calf.

"I think you'll have a nice bruise," He smiled as I sat back down and rolled up the leg of my jeans. "Maybe you should… you should see a doctor." he confirms to himself. "Stay here." And I try resisting the urge to run again.

He returns with a beautiful woman, twenty, maybe, and she pulls me to my feet.

"So you're Mackenzie, then?" She says, and I tense beneath her hand. "Don't worry, Edward told us about you."

"Wh-who are you?" I managed to mutter.

"Alice," She pointed at herself, "and Jasper." He smiled at me, but at the same time, looked a little hungry.

"Is he alright?" I muttered.

"A little ill." He muttered back. "You should really see a doctor, don't you think, Alice?"

"Probably. We should take her to Carlisle."

"Rose will kill her."

"Why?"

"It'll be like Bella all over again." Jasper said. I hated it when people talked about me in the third person.

"'S'cuse me, I don't mean to be rude… but, I'm kind of here."

"Oh… right." She paused and looked at Jasper again. "Come on." She grinned at him, then at me. "What's the worst that could happen?" Oh, god, don't say that! I'll bloody die. Something bad always happens when you say stuff like that!

He shrugged.

"Fine." though it sounded like he was reluctant.

"Well… get her bike." He did as Alice said and she helped me limp into their truck.

I didn't care anymore.

I could've been getting into a truck with a pair of vampires, and I wouldn't have given a shit.

I was honestly beyond thinking, at this point. Everything was a blur - the trees, the road, Alice wiping the blood from my face with a cloth, smiling as my vision cleared.

"Wow…" Alice grinned as I spoke, she helped me into their front room without replying.

"Bella!" She called, but it was no louder than a spoken word. Both Edward and Bella, the two I'd met yesterday, appeared in the living room and Bella let out a squeak as she saw the state I was in. "One of your friends took a spill at the gas station." She said softly. "We're gonna be friends too," she added in an excited whisper. What?

I groaned as I felt ice cold fingers on my forehead, opened my eyes to see Edward looking at me, concerned.

"Did you fight with Seth?" He muttered, looking almost longingly at the blood on his fingers.

"No." I smirk. "I freaked out. Oh… by the way," I looked at Bella, feeling kind of drunk. I assume that was the head injury. Now I was speaking without thinking too. Great. "You know your sister… or whoever…" I was slurring, my eyes were closing, "Nessie… she can show you her memories. S'very cool… but very odd…" I lost consciousness, felt a pair of hands stroking my forehead, brushing my hair out of the way as I slipped into darkness.

Seth's face blew into my mind as I slept.

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