Hello my lovely's hope you're having a good day. Here is Chapter 3 for you all :) This time we will see through the beautiful eyes of our friend here, Mike! Hope you enjoy and as always give my beta and I some feedback and suggestions! Follow us on this adventure! :D Oh and by the way the chapters labeled "Mike" will be set in third person pov. Anyways, happy reading!

Mike

"Now jus'- jus' stay in here Mikey, stay in here and close yar eyes like jus' like this." Karen watched her son mimic her hand movements, placing his tiny palms over his glistening blue eyes until he could no longer see her crying face.

"Is breá liom tú (I love you)." She whispered out soothingly to the whimpering child seated just behind a hidden nook in the boarded wall. Running her thin fingers through his platinum blonde hair, she bit back a choked sob that threatened to escape. "Just keep yar eyes closed okay. Mum's g'nna protect you mo ghrá (my love). Karen repressed another sob when her son nodded his head with tear streaked cheeks. It pained her to have to board him into the wall, but given the circumstances, she had no choice.

Placing the large false board into it's place until her sobbing son was no longer visible, she felt an array of goose-flesh rise when there was a loud crash originating from within the living room area.

There was another loud thump against the wall that brought a jolt of fear coursing through her body, and she quickly stiffened at the sound of scraping nails against the surface of the polished hardwood floor in the hallway.

"Mikey, just stay quiet okay? E'verthings g'nna be okay." She leaned her flushed cheek against the cool surface of the wall and whispered through the small almost non-existent crack that her son hid behind. In return she heard not a peep. Good boy. She thought before pulling her body away to cast a wary glance at the locked bedroom door. Just underneath the brown door, a slit of space revealed only a peak of hallway light.

Another thump, and she involuntarily flinched as the sound seemed to have gotten substantially closer. Frantically darting her blue eyes over every surface in the small room, Karen anxiously hoped she could find something she could defend herself with. A few tears slipped down her cheeks as she spotted a glistening blade settled just at the counter top of the porcelain sink.

Lurching forward, the blonde woman struggled to keep balance when her foot painfully collided with a small mahogany side table. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, she hissed and panted with one hand outstretched and the other on her swollen belly. Once her bare feet touched the fresh tiled floor, she snatched up the small razor from its placement on the porcelain and readied herself.

Standing at the center of the room, Karen stood with razor lifted in her right hand and her lean left leg titled back just a bit. She willed the tears away and replaced her vulnerable expression with that of a look of fiery determination. Calming her breathing, she listened intently to the sounds of the house, to the sounds of her own soft breaths and those of the beasts standing just outside the door.

Her eyes followed the shadow emerging from just underneath the slit in the door. Stay calm, Karen. She mentally chanted. Listening intently, she heard a low animalistic growl emerge before a loud thud against the door nearly brought the large object off it's steel hinges.

Not a moment longer before there was another hard thud, and she realized the creature was ramming itself against the door in an antagonizing manner. He was messing with her in hopes of getting her riled up, she nearly grinned once there was a loud crash that blew wooden debris in multiple directions.

Jumping back just a bit to dodge wooden spikes, she held her tight grip on the Newton family crested razor that belonged to her dear husband. Steadying her breaths, Karen's steps needed to be careful and calculated right now, just like she'd been taught. With the light cloud of smoke made up of dust particles and insulation knocked out from the walls, she carefully crept keeping mind that the creature could attack at any given moment. She just needed to hold her own until Liam and her father in law Smiley got here.

Through the dissipating smoke cloud, Karen found her eyes locked with those of the largest canine she'd ever encountered in her life. Only through stories had she ever heard of the mythical beasts that were the lycanthrope or Faoladh, and how the family of Newton's hunted them along with many other supernatural creatures that lurked the darkest corners of the world.

"Er' was a time when the Foaldah would walk peacefully along with folk," Smiley had said sipping his potent drink. "Yeah, I was just a wee boy when my da' took me out and taught me the creed of the Newton clan. We don' kill em' less they try an' kill us." Karen had found the law to be understanding, her husband Liam had explained that in some places, Lycans lived peacefully along with humans without disturbance.

"What happened to the Foaldah? Why couldn't they walk peacefully with us?" A grin grew on smileys face, stretching the thick pink scar that reached from the corner of his mouth to his cheekbone widely.

"Well, back in the day when Kings ruled. The Foaldh were considered guardians, hah!" He startled the group with his hearty laugh. "Yeah, it's bloody ridiculous if you's ask me. But ya' know how times were different then." He took a large gulp without so much as a flinch, and Karen watched the other male's in the room including her husband struggle to down their own half full glasses.

"Used em' for wars you see, yeah, they fought alongside man like true warriors. But you know the sayin' goes, one bad apple spoils the bunch."

That familiar clicking of nails on the wood emerged and suddenly Karen found herself being nearly thrown back when a giant furry clawed paw flung outward nearly missing her face by a few millimeters. Moving at the quickest speed her legs could bring her to, Karen rounded the beast keeping her panting under control.

Her bright eyes widened when another lash of claws were directed in her general direction in rapid swift slashes.

"Ah!"

Mike's sobbing had subsided, but his fear was still in place. His mother had told him to stay in this secret place for his safety. But why? He listened to the struggle just on the other side of the wooden wall. What was happening? He wondered hesitantly peeling his hands away from his swollen eyes.

Shortly after his mum had placed him in this spot, he'd heard all sorts of terrifying sounds mixed with her harsh breaths. Mike flinched when something hard collided with the wall he was facing, before it seemed to slide downward.

If he said he was scared, it'd be an understatement. He was terrified.

"Mu-" He whimpered out briefly before covering his mouth.

There were harsh labored breaths… er growls. Was his mum okay? Where was his Da? And grandpa' Smiley?

His thoughts seemed to have been brought to a complete stop once there was a loud snarl. That didn't sound like his mum. He thought holding his breath without knowing if it did him any good against the invisible monster just on the other side. Finally willing himself to look, Mike brought his vibrant blue eye to a small crack in which a thin ray of light from the ceiling poured through.

Squinting his other eye, he struggled to make out much of the room. Only that it was a complete disaster with shards of glass and wood littering the floor, and red crimson streaks marking various places.

A small gasp escaped him once he noticed two glowing eyes watching him from just outside the destroyed doorway. The large dog-like creature bared it's stained teeth, but seemed to bore into his soul with its piercing stare. Mike trembled as his gaze remained locked in place. After a moment, the dark creature swiftly disappeared from sight and only then did Mike release a breath he hadn't recalled holding.

"Mum," He whispered through the boards. Repeating his whispered call a few more times, he was only met with complete silence.

Time seemed to move slowly, and Mike found himself growing more and more anxious for a response. He'd called out to his mother a few other times, sobbing every time he was met with another moment of agonizing silence. Finally feeling the nerves take over, the small boy kicked at the plank that boarded him up a few times before it too splintered.

Climbing through with a sore leg, he sucked in air once his bare foot slipped against something cold and sticky. Painfully falling on his side, he struggled to regain composure with more of the sticky red fluid staining him.

Mike awoke with sweat dripping from his body and mild tears formed in his eyes. He looked around his room and tried to pull his self out of the nightmare/memory that he just had. He tried to collect his thoughts and laid in bed staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. He heard his father pull out of the driveway going on his way to work.

He stretched then made his way to the shower. As the water warmed up he let it drip down his body and it helped loosen up his tense muscles. He replayed the moment of being drenched, in his mother and his unborn sisters blood, over and over again. "Why didn't I try to save her?" He growled to himself.

He clenched his hand into a fist then punched the ceramic shower wall. It made a loud crunch then he did it again, this time leaving the wall cracked. He let the water wash away the shards of ceramic from his fist. He turned off the water then watched as the water changed from clear to an orange tint as it flowed down the drain.

With that he got out, wrapping a towel around his slim waist and headed for his closet. Not thinking about it he through together his wardrobe; a navy blue V-neck and some dark washed jeans. He quickly grabbed his keys from his computer desk and raced down the stairs.

As he got in the car, it was just his luck that it had just started to rain. He rolled his eyes then quickly put the car in reverse. The Doors started playing from his radio and he turned it up, he headed off onto the main road. This concluded the start of his day.

Mike released yet another sigh, he'd been doing that a whole lot lately. His day so far hadn't been the greatest, in fact he could put this day with the other days he had been insulted by that Edward Cullen. Just thinking about that… that asshole brought his blood to a burning boil.

Brow knitting together, his teeth gritted screwing his handsome face into an ugly glare.

His clammy hands clutched the leather steering wheel painfully until the white's of his scraped knuckles were visible, and with more exertion on the gas pedal, the charger's engine roared down the lonely damp road.

Just as the brief thought of Edward passed through his distorted thought process, Mike's hands gently eased their grip once a flickered image of a brown eyed beauty appeared in his mind. Bella. He thought relaxing more in his seat.

They'd been spending so much time together lately. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed every second of it, she was amazing. He felt like he could tell her anything in the world and she wouldn't judge him.

Before she'd come along, Mike had gone through the usual motions that were common for teenage boy. Screwing around and carelessly partying away like there was no tomorrow, but every girl he'd ever found himself drawn to had been the same person with a different name or face. She would be some shallow shell of a girl with the same superiority complex and materialistic dreams.

Granted, Forks wasn't really a big place. Everyone knew everyone, so when he had moved down here from California with his da', he'd plastered a chipper smile on his face and went with the crowd. He was popular, sure. But when he thought long and hard about his 'Friends', Mike found that they really didn't know a damn thing about him. They knew Mike the class clown, the womanizing golden boy. Did they know he was above proficient in bare-knuckling? Did they have a clue that he thrived for hunting with his da' and Smiley? Or that he'd learned acrobatics before he'd learned to tie his shoes?

There was so much he wanted to say, to express. But he'd already shown everyone who was Mike Newton was. Everyone except…

Perhaps that's why he admired Bella so much, she was someone new. He could show her who Mícheál Newton really was, and despite acting much like he was expected to in front of the others upon their first meeting, he could tell by her surprised looks that she was learning new things about him much like he was with her..

They shared laughs whenever he'd crack a joke, and enjoy those comfortable silences where they listened to a bipolar array of music. He wondered if she felt as comfortable as he did, every time they spent time with one another everything just seemed so… right. Did she feel the same way? He wondered hopefully.

Droplets of rain slapped against the metallic surfaces of the vehicle, slowly forming larger droplets together as they scattered and ran down the glass of the windshield. Subconsciously ripping the vehicle into second, Mike casually glided the charger through the deserted black top. The tires slid smoothly over the moist road as he rounded a sharp turn.

Soft music played on the radio, and he hummed a small tune with the words of the singer.

Thoughts roaming back to the object of his desire? Mike released a low groan of minor annoyance. He'd been thinking about Bella a lot more than he had before. At first he'd had a sort of infatuation for her, but so did a whole lot of other guys from school. Though unlike others, Mike felt this infatuation growing much stronger than what he thought other's felt.

It wasn't just infatuation was it?

Sure he'd found himself thinking about her carnally whenever he'd been laying in bed at night, she was beautiful. But getting to know her, seeing her face light up with every smile she shot at him… He almost couldn't put the feelings into words. Were there words to describe his strange feelings?

He cared deeply for her, and he'd do everything in his power to protect her. She was his friend.

Images of them in his room popped up, and he recalled the cute way her mocha brown half lidded eyes twinkled every time she let out a laugh under that thick cloud of smoke. She was cute. He thought grinning. He liked the way she giggled and squealed when he had raked a fingernail just under her bare foot. The way she had tossed back her glossy brown hair and wafted over the strong scent of wildflowers that was far more potent than the herb they'd been smoking. She smelled intoxicating and at the time he'd felt deeply embarrassed for feeling a familiar stir in his jeans.

She had this way about her that drove him crazy, it was the small things like her infectious laughter or witty remarks that he particularly loved. Especially her soft pink lips that had met his some odd days ago. Mike had never really expected her to be the type to be so… lively. She always appeared to be sort of an introvert; shy and often quiet. But he'd seen a whole other side to Bella swan. Those dark brown eyes hardly appeared at all sad like he'd noticed whenever she'd been with Edward. He rather liked this side of her.

A small rumble of thunder in the sky broke him from his reverie momentarily to slow his speed down just a bit. So much rain. He thought bitterly as he struggled to see through the cascade of white downpour that drowned out the sound of the wipers gliding over the glass or the beat of a particular harmonious chorus playing on the stereo.

Once the rain continued to wash over all of Forks, Mike shot a glance to the stereo where the time was displayed. Good, I'll only be sort of late. He thought with a snort.

He'd gone out for an early run over at his special place, and afterward had dropped by a small gas station for a bottle of Gatorade and headed for the school dutifully.

Reaching over for that drink, resting on the edge of the console next to his passenger seat. The plastic bottle slipped from its perch onto the floorboard with a loud smack, and ultimately out of his reach.

Fuck! He thought trying to decide if it was worth the effort to reach down for it or not as he kept a hand on the wheel. It was still cold from when he'd bought it, little condensation running down the sides and leaving a dampness on his fingertips. It really bugged him that he had bought a drink only a while ago, to have it just disappear on the floor.

Flickering his eyes from ahead to around the dark interior of his car, he kept one hand on the wheel while the other reached out to pat down it's surroundings in search of his missing drink.

Narrowing his face briefly, he cast a look down then up at the road quickly. The sleek car swerved and swayed it's way to the center line, then aligned itself back into place.

The blunt tips of his fingers made contact with the cap and he gave it a small push to roll it closer to his reach, with another swerve, the damned thing rolled away again.

Dammit, just a little more. Leaning his muscular body over a bit more, he found his hand making more contact with the damned thing, but only briefly.

Another attempt and he almost completely enclosed his fingers around the neck of the bottle when suddenly a large black figure appeared in the middle of the road. Mike threw his hands on the wheel instinctively and forced his foot down on the brake, ultimately bringing the whole vehicle to a harsh glide on the wet road that spun him off to the grassy shoulder.

The brakes screamed loudly and his tires squealed as he forced his vehicle to come to an unexpected halt. Adrenaline coursed through his body as he pulled his forehead from the wheel when it painfully collided with it's surface. Once he killed the engine and composed himself. Mike's blue eyes quickly darted to where the dark figure was hidden behind a thick layer of fog.

What the hell was that guy thinking?! He thought angrily tearing his seat belt away to exit the car. Once he flung the door open angrily, Mike's shoes met with muddy grass and he noticed a thick layer of mud and dead grass coating his wheels and the side of the car.

Not minding the mess, he turned his face to the middle of the road where the dark figure remained. Maybe s' a deer. He thought hoping his car hadn't hit it.

Rounding the back of the car, Mike moved closer to the figure and wiped away a pink droplet that fell just over his lashes. "Hey!" Mike shouted over the downpour.

His face scrunched when the creature seemed to hear him and turn. He moved closer, but came to a stop when the black blob only seemed to appear… larger.

Heartbeat accelerating, he suddenly felt his stomach turn when he heard the scraping of nails against the black top. Then his icy blue eyes widened into saucers when he heard a low growl as the creature seemed to have acknowledged him as well. Unable to form words when a set of headlights flashed over the figure from an oncoming vehicle. Mike was paralyzed with fear when two tape tum glowing eyes flashed a green glow before dashing off into the brush. He heard a shriek and sobbing, but after the driver from the oncoming vehicle had made it to his side, Mike Newton had found that he was in fact the one that had been screaming.

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