Insert disclaimer; I can't be bothered to write it.

I know, this one took ages, but I was focused on my other fics, and I don't get the impression many people are reading this. Those that are, much gratitude, you rock.

Lolita's P.O.V.

"I can explain…" I started, edging towards the more intimidating young man. I barely got chance to catch my breath when a voice behind me sneered "You found some Sioux, good for you. And it means we get a snack."

"We're not Sioux, we're Quileute." Embry cut in indignantly.

"Sioux, Quileute, you all got the crap kicked out of you. That's why you live on these shitty reservations. Why don't you learn from past mistakes, and run away like smart people would."

I twisted to face Sirius, his lips curled in his usual smirk and his eyes lowing with malice. Kai was stood beside him, his usual lack of emotion showing on his face. I had always counted him as more than just a fellow pack member, I had counted him a friend. I had been fool enough to blind myself to all of his faults: his treacherous nature; his refusal to be second place to anyone; even now, looking at his perfect features, that put even that of a vampire to shame, it was difficult to remember that this man had manipulated the rest of my pack and betrayed me. Seeing the reassuring smile that had once sent my heart racing- and now made me sick- would make anyone believe he was the one being manipulated, not Sirius.

Jacob, Embry and Sam looked about ready to rip Sirius to pieces. I wouldn't really mind seeing it; I had never cared much for him. However, I wasn't sure if I wanted to see one of the natives get hurt in the process. Sirius was mostly bark and very little bite, but Kai hadn't wormed his way up to second in command within a few months just by smiling at me. If Sirius was still useful to him, Kai would not allow him to be killed, and I had seen him fight with worse odds and still win. It mostly came from his refusal to be beaten.

"I suggest you get off our reservation." Sam said bluntly. His face was completely calm, but his entire body shook and fire burned in his eyes. "Who's going to make us?" snarled Sirius, stepping towards Sam. Kai put a hand on his shoulder, the simple gesture freezing Sirius in his place. "Now look" Kai spoke for the first time, in his thick London accent, "we're not looking for trouble. If you just hand her over, we will be on our way."

I knew exactly who 'her' was; my main concern was what the Quileute were going to do. If they refused to hand me over, a fight would ensue, and if an innocent person were hurt on my behalf I wasn't sure if I would be able to live with it. If they did hand me over…well, then that would be it. My life would, in every literal sense, be over. Slowly, Sam walked over to Kai, leant close to him, and whispered, "Who's going to make us?"

Sylvester's P.O.V.

I was sat at a kitchen table in a very expensive looking house. The coven that lived here, numbering seven in total, were just finishing introducing themselves. Beside the overly bubbly Alice, I had learnt that the big, scary vampire was named Emmett, and completely harmless. The tall blond was Jasper, and by the sounds of his accent a southerner. There was also Carlisle, the oldest and by the looks of it the one in charge, and his wife Esme. A stunning blonde named Rosalie whom appeared to be Emmett's girlfriend, something he clearly enjoyed making a point of. Finally, there was a copper haired teenager called Edward, whom I quickly figured out could read my mind.

After they were done with they're own introductions I had to introduce myself. This was not ever a common occurrence for me, I had always been a bit of a geek, to be honest, and had preferred to be alone with a book or my computer rather than around other people. Lolita was a rare exception.

Shifting nervously in my seat and clearing my throat, I began, "my name is Sylvester Sculley, I am here because my mate and I were being pursued by…well, I'm sure you know what was pursuing us."

"If you don't mind me asking, why were those werewolves hunting you? And who are they? I didn't know there were werewolves beside the Quileute pack." asked Carlisle. I leaned forward whilst deciding what to say. I figured I would be best off with the truth, since Edward clearly already knew; it was obvious with the look on his face. The Cullens listened intently as I began my story.