.:The Twilight Saga - Written In The Stars:.

Hello Fanfictioners, here's another chapter, and I know it not that long but I've just been super busy lately. Don't worry though I'll will hopefully get more up soon. Fingers crossed any way.

I'd also like to thank brankel1, as well as IBTeri,.. The Weatherwitch and RJ1992 . . . Your reviews mean a lot to me, so thank you so much.

As always I do not only The Twilight Saga, or the character within that world (if I did, I be getting paid right now for hanging with the cast and crew), all rights reserved to Stephenie Meyer, so please do not sue me.

.:Chapter Eight – Aura's POV:.

I blinked as I stared up at the black canopy curtains, I had been awake for good 15 or so minutes, and I knew I had to move at some point to get ready, but I was just so exhausted to do anything. But with a sigh I sit up, after removing my jewellery and placing on the bedside table, I force myself off of the bed.

It was around 8 o'clock, the guys had left only half an hour ago. I'd luckily been asleep so I didn't have to explain puffy red eyes, or start crying again. I stretch as I leave the room and head for the back door, as I walk I begin to pulls off my top, only to stop when I hear light knocking at the front door.

I grown as I pull my tank top down and head towards the door. I pull the door open a bit to hard, but even as I feel the door handle bend slightly at my enhancing strength I force a smile in place, only for it to vanish when I see Paul stood there, a concerned and sheepish look on his face.

I stare at him with narrowed eyes as I ask "What do you want?".

Paul seems taken back by this, like as if he was expecting me to be nice, well I wasn't, not after what he said to me. And especially not when I wasn't gonna except our bond, I refused, there was only pain when it came to falling in love.

Paul rubs the back of his head as he says "I just.. wanted.. to say.. that ... Oh god this is so hard".

I shake my head at his choose of words, great he was feeling the pull, that was just what I needed.

"Look, I don't care why your here, or what the fuck you have to say to me!" I tell him. "And I'm not interested in your apology, or you further insults!".

Paul looks down at this, his cheeks going red slightly, while his fists clench. "Why'd you have to be so difficult?" he mumbles, but I catch it.

I raise my eyebrow at this, my anger rising more as I feel the moon begin to pull at me, a sudden knot in my stomach tells me to wrap this up quickly.

"Your such a jackass! What did you think would happen; you'd show up, and spew some shit about overreacting, and I fall to my knees and beg you stay with me the night? Well newsflash, I don't like people who are complete and utter dicks to me, it's really not a turn on, also not into the whole bad boy thing, tried it and it doesn't suit me! So do us both a big favour, and just fuck off back to whatever whole you crawled out off!" I practically scream at him.

Paul takes a step back at this, his cheeks going even more red, his mouth slightly a gap in shock, his fist clenched, and shaking. There was a look of sadness in his eyes, along with anger and hurt

"Is that really what you want? For me to go away?" he asks, a slight shake in his voice as he looks up at me with lost eyes.

I laugh harshly at this, and then look straight into his eyes as I say "Do I have to speak in a different language for you to get it? That is exactly what I want from you! Nothing else, just for you to fuck off, and stay the hell away from me!".

Paul takes a few steps back, more anger in his eyes now as he looks at me, and then suddenly he turning and running off in the direction of Emily's house. I scream in frustration as I slam the door, the side of the house shakes at this but all I can see is red.

I grown as my stomach practically bursts into flames on the inside, and I quickly turn and rush towards the other end of the house. My hands, now spouting silver-brown fur, ached like I had arthritis as my fingers were stretched quickly and painfully, my nails now like sharp knives.

I exit the house quickly, and follow the scent of Luka's blood, it was an old family tradition we had when were in towns and such so as not to hurt anyone. I tear at my tank top and bra, vaguely aware of them falling in tatted pieces on the floor as I duck and dive my way through the ever deepening forest.

I felt my legs burn as the stretched and bent in way they shouldn't, sending my baggies to the floor in pieces just like my other clothes. My hand clawed at the ground as I felt my legs scrap at the grown, my back arched as I felt my bones expanded, and my mouth ached from the jagged teeth that now sat waiting to rip into the nearest thing with blood in it.

My vision blurs as I arched off the ground, my claws dug deep into the soil as I felt my body fully contort in a way it shouldn't be able to for a normal person, and then everything went black...

A/N - As always that you for reading, and I would like to ask that you go review this story, cos it would mean a lot to me, and it actually helps me write a bit faster.

So thank you again, and review, review, review... Until next time, MarsPlanetsGirl aka Emma. xx