Merry Christmas everyone! Here's your present!

MICHELLE'S POV

The kitchen the next morning was surprisingly quiet. You see, I planned to say thanks to Sam and Emily for EVERYTHING they've done for me. But Emily, Kim, and Claire were the only people in the kitchen, sitting around the table not saying anything. That's how I knew something wrong. Because Claire is usually singing or babbling on about something. But now she was just quietly sitting in Kim's lap. Emily was mixing something in a bowl. They both looked up in surprise when I stumbled into the kitchen.

"Michelle?" Emily gasped, surprised.

"I-I… where is everyone?" I asked quietly.

Emily and Kim exchanged glances.

"They should be back and minute now," Kim whispered.

"Back from where?" I asked. Usually two or three guys patrolled, not all of them.

"They're pwacticing for da fwight," Claire piped up.

It took me a minute to process what she said, "What?" I breathed.

Kim had her hand clamped over Claire's mouth and Emily suddenly started looking extremely nervous.

"What fight," I pressed, trying to stay calm.

Emily took a deep breath, "Against the vampires. You… you weren't supposed to find out."

"W-when?"

"Tomorrow," Kim whispered, blinking back tears.

"And you didn't tell me because… because…" I trailed off. I knew why they didn't tell me.

"Michelle, I'm sorry," Emily sighed, taking my hand.

"No… I understand," I whispered, nodding, "I-I have some things to uh… take care of. Excuse me," I said, backing out of the room before they could stop me.

I took the familiar route back to my house, walking slowly. There was going to be a fight. People got hurt in fights. People got killed in fights. Paul was going to fight. I pushed that thought out of my head and picked up my pace. I took a deep breath as I turned onto the corner and my house came into view. Technically, it was still my house. I just couldn't live there until I was eighteen. The grass was longer than I remembered and my dad's car was still in the drive way. I didn't look at it, just walked up to the front door.

I didn't think anything of the fact that it was unlocked. I just pushed the door open and wandered inside. The lights were on, too, which was odd. I shrugged it off and went towards my room. I wanted to get my clothes, pictures, anything else I was really missing.

My room was surprisingly picked over. Emily had been here a few times to get my things for me. I really needed to thank her. Grabbing a duffle bag, I put in some clothes, a few photo albums, perfumes, and the bracelet my mom gave me. One last glance around my room told me I was good for now. Nothing else caught my attention. So, I wandered out into the hallway, my eyes falling on my dad's bedroom door.

Suddenly, I really wanted to go inside. I had to see what was left. My breathing picked up and I walked to the door. I was about to push it open, when a cold hand on my shoulder stopped me. I whirled around and gasped. It was Jesse, but it wasn't really Jesse. I knew exactly what he was, with his cold pale skin and blood red eyes.

"Jesse?" I breathed.

"Hey sis," he laughed, getting a firm hold on my wrist.

"What happened to you?"

He took a step closer, smiling lightly, "I met a guy, said he could provide me with something. Something extraordinary. But he sent me out to find more to join our… club?"

I was beginning to panic now, "Vampires."

His eyes widened slightly, it was really weird not seeing him high, "How do you know?"

"I uh… figured it out," I said, suddenly hoping Paul would burst through the door and save me from this awful situation.

"Hm, clever kid," he mused.

"Why are you here Jesse?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

"You'll find out soon enough. I just need to see our darling father for a minute and then-"

"Dad's dead," I growled, trying to tug my wrist out of his grasp.

"Oh really?" Jesse asked, his smile not even faltering a little, "That saves me some work then. Now there's no one stopping me from this."

"What?" I whispered.

But in a split second, I was in his arms and he was speeding out of the house. I kicked my feet and screamed, trying to get out of his arms.

"HELP! SAM, PAUL! SOMEBODY!" I screamed, but he clamped his hand over my mouth and ran until we were out of Forks.

Where were the protectors of La Push when you needed them?

PAUL'S POV

Yawning loudly, I walked into Sam and Emily's, the rest of the pack following me. I hate these fight training sessions with the bloodsuckers. The kitchen smelled like Michelle, and I perked up immediately.

"Hey Emily, where's Michelle?" I asked, I couldn't hear her heartbeat anywhere in the house.

Emily looked up from what she was doing, biting her lip, "She… left."

I froze, "What do you mean left?"

"She found out about the fight and then… left. Said she had something to take care of," Emily said.

"AND YOU LET HER GO?" I yelled, causing everyone to jump, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT STATE SHE'S IN RIGHT NOW? SHE CAN'T BE GOING OFF ON HER OWN-"

Sam put a hand on my shoulder, "Enough Paul, her scent is still fresh. Now apologize to my imprint, and then go find yours."

"Sorry Emily," I muttered and then sprinted out of the house.

Michelle's scent led right up to her house. I went to the front door and was hit with the smell of vamp. I stumbled backwards in surprise before kicking down the door.

"MICHELLE!" I yelled, looking around.

Some chairs were on the ground, but the rest of the house was normal. Someone had definitely been here, and they took Michelle with them. I let out a growl and sprinted into the woods, phasing. A howl ripped through the forest and soon, everyone was phased with me.

What's going on? –Sam

Bloodsucker took her! She took my imprint! –Me

How do you know?- Jake

Smelled it. –Me

Alright, follow the smell. We're right behind you, -Sam

MICHELLE'S POV

The last thing I remember was being thrown into the back of the van before I passed out. When I woke up, I was on the ground, in some ally or something. This definitely wasn't La Push.

"Where am I?" I groaned.

I heard an unfamiliar chuckle, "Seattle."

"Uh… why?"

"I'll tell you later, right now… our thoughts aren't safe," the guys said.

"Huh?" I grunted, sitting up as my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the night.

I gasped when I realized I was face to face with a vampire. This one looked more ravenous and inhuman than Jesse had. I scooted back until I was against a wall.

"It's okay child, I'm not going to hurt you," the guys said soothingly.

He lifted me up in front of him and I let out an ear piercing scream, kicking my feet around. He sighed angrily.

"Just be quiet," he growled, lowering his head to my neck.

I tried to pull away, but he had an iron grip on me. His lips were to my neck.

"I love you Paul," I breathed, expecting the worst.

The vampire froze, "You smell like dog," he spit before pulling away.

Sure sucked to be Michelle doesn't it? Oh, I am NOT making Michelle a werewolf, just to be clear. She smells like dog because she's been living with Sam for like 2 months.

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