The next day was interesting to say the least. Sam and Emily went out together, leaving my patient and I alone to play cards, watch movies, and do whatever else. Watching movies is what bothered me the most though. Seth made me cuddle with him on the couch, and he traced my side with his finger. It was soothing, and I fell asleep for a bit. When I woke up, he was talking to Sam. I kept my eyes closed and listened.

"Jacob's going to kill you; you know what Natalie is to him." Sam scolded. I felt Seth shrug. He was still tracing designs on my side.

"Well, if I'm what makes her happy, he shouldn't have a problem." He spat crossly.

"Seth..."
"I know. It's just, well, a couple of times I thought I imprinted on her. I mean, she's beautiful,-" I blushed, I wasn't that pretty. I was just like every other girl; I was average. To hide the fact I was listening, I snuggled close to Seth, softly groaning. Then I paced my breath to slow like I was sleeping. There was silence, and Seth kissed my lower jaw. He continued. "She's funny, smart, sarcastic, stubborn, damn can she kiss, and her smile makes me want to faint. Sam, I love her. And I know I shouldn't, but I do. I can't help it. Maybe...maybe Jacob got it wrong, maybe-"

"Seth that's enough." Sam cut through. There was a command behind his words, almost like a second voice. His tone was more than deadly, and I was sure that I heard Seth's jaw snap tight. "You know there is no way to have a false alarm, or fake one. Natalie is Jacob's imprint. I think that you need to stay away from her and find someone else."

Seth growled. Actually growled, like a dog, but more toxic and aggressive. It sent shivers down my spine. Thinking I was cold, he wrapped an arm around my waist.

"I don't have to do anything Sam." Seth snarled. I shivered again and let out a small whimper. Both of them stayed silent for a minute. Seth spoke again, his voice a low snarl and his tone lethal. "Don't order me away from her Sam. I'd leave the pack. You can't take her away from me."

"She was never yours to take Seth." Sam spat back. What is going on? What's an imprint? Does it have something to do with the secret everyone's keeping from me? What does Seth mean when he says he'd leave the pack? Does he mean he'd run away? What is the 'pack' anyway? Knowing I'd be caught listening soon, I pushed back my curiosity and started to twist, groaning softly and blinking open my eyes. Seth took his arm away from my waist. He was glaring at Sam. I smiled at him tiredly. I grinned at Sam too, rubbing my eyes like a child. Sam's eyes softened and he got up, walking over to me and sitting on the couch next to me. Seth scooted away from him. Sam rubbed my back and kissed my forehead. I leaned my head on his shoulder in acceptance. He gave me a small side hug. I looked at Seth.

"You all better now?" I mumbled incoherently. Seth grinned and nodded.

"Yep, see?"

He stood up like nothing happened and spun around, twisting his body in different directions. I smiled at him.

"That's good to hear." I stretched my arms in front of me. "Is school over yet?" Like an answer, there was a knock at the door. I got up, fixing my hair and answered it. Linda was standing in front of me, grinning like she had some juicy gossip. I smiled and let her in, saying to Seth and Sam that'd we'd be upstairs. No sooner had I closed my door did she squeal.

"Oh my God! Elijah was asking for you all day! When I told him about Seth and the accident, he was really upset; he even skipped last period. Girl I don't know what you did, but I want to hear every detail! Has he come by? What's going on between you two?"

"Whoa, slow down girlie. No, Elijah Cullen has not come by, he hasn't even called; and if he did I'd be seriously creeped out, cuz I haven't given him anything me related. Secondly, there is nothing going on between us. If anything, he scares the friggen crap out of me. Thirdly,-" I cut off, peering behind Linda and looking at my bed. There, in the middle of it, was a bag with a note, and a rose was leaning on it. I pointed to it. "That wasn't here when we came in right?"

Linda whipped around and looked at it. She furrowed her brow.

"No, I don't remember it being there. Then again, I was too excited to really notice anything..."

I walked up to the bag, smelling the red rose and looking at the note. A familiar scrawl was written across it.

I heard you've gotten yourself into some trouble.

Hope this helps.

(PS: If you ever need anything, just shout to the north. I'll come to your rescue.)

Vigilia Lamia

I wanted to chuck the bag out the window and pretend it never showed up. Linda was being patient, waiting for me to explain. I thought of a quick lie.

"From Sophie, one of my aunts. She got me a gift, but she doesn't want me to open it until tomorrow. I'll tell you about it tomorrow when I get it open, fair enough?"

She snorted but didn't decline. The rest of the night was spent with Linda helping me with what I missed. She went home soon after, and Sam, Emily, and I sat down for some spaghetti. After that I went up the stairs and almost tore open the bag. Inside it was wads of cash, and a map to a special place to get my car fixed. Another note was written on it.

Ask for Daniel and tell him Tucker sent you. He'll do it for free. The money is for you to keep.

Call it payback if you will, for helping out your community. Go to the bank labeled on the other side. Ask for Chance. Tell him that Jason sent you. They'll put the money in your own bank without any big fuss. At least, no one should bother you.

Vigilia Lamia

I shuddered and counted the money. It was the exact amount I put in all together. What is this guy trying to do? Romance me with money and shower me with gifts? I bit my lip. No, it didn't seem like it. This guy seemed sincere; at least, I didn't think he would rape me in the middle of the night. I decided to take the Convertible tomorrow to school and then tow my Avalanche to the meeting place. The more I thought about, the more I realized that it would be better if I didn't tell Sam about it. I'd cut last period, fake sick or something, and take it then, when nobody's home and I'd be in the clear. I'd leave a note, saying I was pulling my car to an auto shop in Port Angeles. That way, when I came home later, they couldn't say I wasn't home soon enough. It was risky, but better than asking to get it done here. I was getting my car fixed for free and making money I'd lost. That's what I'd call a great day. I hid the bag under my bed and did my nightly routine, falling into a deep sleep.

Throughout the day, I felt calm and focused hard on my work, going over my plan in my head multiple times. During lunch I ignored the looks I received from Elijah and the rest of the Cullen's.

I was a wreck in Chemistry. I kept glancing at the clock, trying my best to time it perfectly. About ten minutes before my planned escape, I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. He muttered a quick fine, and I grabbed my backpack before going. He didn't question me. I quickly popped into the bathroom, checking to make sure no one else was in. Quickly, I pulled out my hairdryer from my backpack and heated up, placing it close to my forehead. That way, when the nurse touched my forehead, I would be warm and ready to go. I kept trying to pale my face as best as I could as I walked into class again. I walked up to the teacher.

"Mr. Whittler, I'm not feeling so hot." I murmured. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Elijah raise his head momentarily. Mr. Whittler looked up at me from beneath his thick glasses. He scrutinized my face and leaned slightly away from me.

"You are looking a little green...okay. Go to the office."

I stumbled out the door for effect, and once I was out of sight of the classroom, I practically jogged to the office. Before entering, I took a deep breath and composed my sickly face. My labored breathing should help out my cause. I staggered into the office and asked for the nurse. She came in, gave me one look and told me to call home. I showed her my cell and indicated outside. She gave a nod. I walked just out the office doors and faked a call to Sam. After a few minutes, I came in again.

"He told me to sign out and he's going to meet me in the parking lot." The office tenet nodded and handed me a slip, wishing me luck as I departed.

I stumbled a couple of paces, and when I was sure she wasn't looking at me anymore, I bolted for the Convertible. Earlier today, people surrounded the car, like if they didn't touch it, it would disappear before their eyes. There were no people now; they were all in class. I slid in the drivers spot; my keys previously pulled out, threw my bag in the back seat, and sped out of the lot. I soared over the pavement, speeding like a maniac. Good thing the cops don't patrol over here often. I slowed when the house came into view, and –thank goodness- Sam's car was missing from the garage. Quickly, I hooked up the truck and peeled out of the road, cruising at a comfortable speed as I read the directions to the meeting place.

An hour later I was completely and utterly unsure if I should continue with what I was doing. The instructions Lamia had left me drug me to the older buildings and labyrinth of Port Angles. I stopped next to an abandoned warehouse, the place he told me to meet Daniel. Shaking, I got out of the car and looked around. Warehouses and older buildings surrounded me, closing me off from civilization. Something from inside the warehouse dropped, clanging to the floor ominously. I whipped my head in the direction, fear pulsing throughout my body. It was just like a horror movie, where the main character is running for their lives, only to confront the bad guy in a place like this.

"Hello?" My voice echoed around to me, and nothing else stirred, but I knew they where there. I could feel their eyes burning in my skull. Something shifted behind me as I took a step towards the warehouse before me. I whipped around to look at it, but nothing was there again. Slowing, I turned in a full circle, deciding to take another approach. "Daniel? Tucker sent me here. I need my truck fixed up." I shouted to know where in particular. I strained my hearing, but it was deathly silent.

"Tuck sent you?" The voice boomed around the houses echoing with menace. I swallowed.

"Yes." My voice was clear and determined.

"Leave the truck. I will deliver it to him an a day's time."

I scowled at his reply. I didn't know this 'Tucker' person, let alone know where he lived.

"I will pick it up here in a day's time. That's what Tucker told me." I lied. His voice seemed to believe it.

"Three thirty tomorrow then."

I couldn't help but let the grin cross my face. In a minute I unhooked the truck, blowing it a kiss before starting my Convertible. Before I peeled out, I shouted:

"I'm counting on you! If anything is out of place when I check it over, Tucker will hear about it!"

The next place was much less menacing, and in fact, it was held in a normal business office. The young blonde Chance reassured me everything would be fine and to tell Jason about how well he did. Hmm, maybe being watched by Lamia wasn't such a bad thing. I kinda wondered what he did to make these people fear him...ah, who cares?

I got home at a reasonable time, much to my surprise. I strolled in happily, flashing Sam a grin. He cleared his throat.

"Natalie, where's your Avalanche?"

Fuck. Forgot about that. I thought of a quick excuse, my heart pounding in my ears.

"Car place." Was all that I could think of. It wasn't exactly lie. He raised an eyebrow.

"Where?"

"Port Angeles."

"You know, Jacob could've done it for free."

"Jacob doesn't need me preoccupying his time. He's got enough on his plate." I murmured looking around, not meeting Sam in the eye. Normally it'd be louder around here. Where were the guys? My forehead creased. They'd be freaking out by now, especially since I came home late. I gave him a confused look.

"Sam, where are the boys?"

That same guarded look from before clouded his eyes.

"Around in the forest. Stay inside." I bit back a sharp retort. Instead I shrugged and went upstairs, confusing Sam. I love doing that. I was just about to open my door when I heard a howl, my blood turning to ice.

Forest blurred by me on both sides; my heart was hammering rhythmically in my chest. My tongue was lolled out to the side. Paws thumped on the ground sharply. The fur was russet colored. In a second, I realized I was the thing connected to those huge paws, and I was a wolf. A pale object was running from me, but I kept chase, slowly gaining on it. The wind howled by my ears, slightly stinging them. I was running way to fast for a normal wolf. All that burned through me was hatred. I wanted that thing dead. I wanted to be the one to take its life. One bounds, two bounds. Not quite enough to take it just yet. God this thing was fast. A light gray wolf was at my side, and a sandy one was on my tail. Wait, that was the one I hit! Two more where on either side of me, changing course to try and head the creature off. One was a chocolate brown and the other a nice gray. For some reason, I knew two more where somewhere close by, one a dark gray and the other a brownish black. Frustration took over when the creature veered sharply, causing me to skid and slow so I could follow. The wolf on my right had jumped over me, snarling as she (it was a she) doubled her speed. In an incredible jump she pinned it to the ground. The creature let out a wail that cut short as the wolf bent down and-

I gasped, my breath shallow. My hand was level with the doorknob, and it was shaking.

What. The. Hell.

Was that...a vision? That vision couldn't have been more than a few seconds. There was a ringing in my ears that spun my head. The howl outside stopped. I shook my head to clear it. I opened the door and closed it quickly, sliding down it. That was not normal. It's never happened before. Sam called for dinner, completely oblivious to what happened. I called down that I wasn't hungry. I wouldn't be able to hold down any food anyway. I shook my thoughts out of my head and got some clean clothes out, took a shower and got changed for bed. I couldn't force myself to lie down though. The vision was still hot in my mind, repeating it like I was missing something. I glanced down at Twilight, the book that had been hidden on the ground since I put it there three days ago. I climbed slowly over my bed and pulled it up, continuing where I left off.

Chapters flew by, my mind keeping pace and out guessing Bella's. She went down to La Push, and I almost put the book down. Then she started to flirt with Jacob. I pushed through it, despite the anger that fueled my body. How dare she? Using him already. Bitch. All she wanted information on the Cullen's. I furrowed my brow and tried to get back on track, but the sentences started slurring, and the last thing I heard was the book connecting with the floor.

It was dark. So dark. Forest surrounded me. I was walking on a path, but the bushes didn't brush by me, and I couldn't feel the wind rushing through my hair. I heard voices. Intrigued, I followed them. I saw Bella and Edward. Edward had Bella's wrists pinned and he kissed her forehead. Tears where streaming down her face. He was gone. Just like that, vanished in a blur. She trailed after the path he had taken, following blindly. I could feel my heart rip seeing it. The forest contorted, moving me as another vision lit my eyes. Now I was standing outside of Jacob's garage, and he was working on two motorcycles. One red, one black. They where laughing. He and Bella. The vision contorted again, and my heart sank when I was standing outside, on a mountainside. A tent was in the background. They where kissing. No, it was more than just a kiss, even disconnected from this place, I could feel the lust, the passion in it. Another contortion. Now I was in a field, a pack of wolves surrounding me, fighting with a bunch of pale people. These weren't normal people though. I saw the Cullen's too, not Elijah and them, but the others. They had the same skin, the same eyes. One of the creatures smelt me, and all stopped, turning to look at me, now I was connected to this loony delusion, and now sixty or seventy blood red eyes where staring at me, they wanted my blood. I just knew it. They looked at me, and their once beautiful faces turned into a massive horror mask. They smiled simultaneously, a wicked grin that could make even the fiercest warrior tremble. The wolves and the Cullen's where gone, it was just these new creatures and I. Fangs grew from their pearly teeth. So that's what they where.

Vampires.

The sound of my alarm clock tore me from my slumber. Sweat drenched me from head to toe. Gross. That 's never happened before either. I took a quick shower and drove to school all in a fog. First class past, then second, third soon after. When lunch came around I got a juice and called it good till I could get home. I was knocked out my trace when a throat cleared. I glanced up, somewhat annoyed. Can't I just go through the day like a zombie for once? I was jolted out of my thoughts when I realized Louis was standing before me. Linda gave me a questioning and angry glance. I quirked an eyebrow at him. He crossed his arms.

"Elijah wants to know if you want to sit with us." He muttered, somewhat unhappy himself. I sat back, a disbelieving look on my face and peered around him, glancing at Elijah's table. He wasn't there. I gave Louis another look. I glanced again just to be sure, and there he was. He must've used his 'blip' speed again. Fricken supernatural person. I rose my voice as I looked back at Louis.

"If Elijah wants me to sit with him, then Elijah can come get me."

Louis ground his teeth together.

"I'm not anyone's messenger, you go tell him."

Trying to be sneaky? Pfft, yeah right. Linda elbowed me in the ribs. I glared at her.

"Don't you be all 'go on' with me girl! I'm not his bitch, he can come get me."

"I never said you where my bitch. I just wanted to sit with you." His silky smooth voice made my heart leap, both in embarrassment and something else. No, I wasn't going to do that. No falling for the supernatural. Elijah stuck out his palm, and much to my dislike, I got caught in his topaz eyes and I couldn't help but smile and take it. The feeling of ice poured through my veins, but I ignored it. He led me with his dazzling smile to his table. Before we made it to his brothers and sisters, he took me to the other end. I shot him a confused look.

"No need to worry, I wanted to talk to you alone before we all talk together." God I love his voice. He sat on one end, and I sat on the other. I glanced in front of him; he didn't have any food.

"You're not going to eat?"

He smiled one all to familiar, like he was sharing a personal joke.

"Not hungry." I puckered my lips and leaned forward menacingly.

"All right pretty boy, you wanted to talk, so talk."

He chuckled, giving me a confused look.

"Pretty boy?"

"Yes. Now talk."

"Well, aren't you forward."

"You're the one who wanted to talk. You must've had something to talk about."

"No, not really. I just wanted to talk."

"Okay then, we'll talk about something I want to know."

"I already told you I can't."

"We're getting nowhere."

"Absolutely. Isn't it frustrating?"

"Yes!" I threw my hands in the air in exasperation. He chuckled, a smirk on his face. I glared at him playfully.

"Fine. Let me guess then."

He paused, like he knew I was going to guess. Whatever was in his mind didn't bother him when he said,

"Alright. I like guessing games."

"Not Superman, right?"

"Nope."

"Batman, Spiderman, any –man?"

"No, stop guessing after Marvel, I'm not anything like that."

"Well then, at least I know that you won't show up out of nowhere wearing tights."

He gave me an interesting look and shook his head. I grinned.

"Give me a hint, you've got to be something other than normal. Radioactive acid?"

His eyes turned serious, and he leaned forward, saying something that would haunt my mind for the rest of eternity. Okay, so the rest of the day.

"What if I'm not the hero?"