Back. Maybe

Leah's grasp on my shoulder was painfully tight and she was trying to pull me back from Paul. I wouldn't give up that easy. I knew I could do this, I just needed to find the right thing's to say. I dropped my hand from his face and pulled myself away from Leah. An inch from Paul's face his black, piercing eyes bore into mine, as if he was trying to look into my soul.

Staring back with as much intensity I could muster, "Paul, come back. I'm here. He is not worth it." I murmured. To finish it off I pressed my lips against his tense, quivering lips. Almost as if I'd hit the off switch, he yanked his arms from the boys grasp and wrapped himself around me.

"Damn son, get it girl!" Kelly shouted, breaking the silence of the entire party. Forcing Paul and I to break apart to see what she was doing. It was some sort of "dancing," which consisted more or less of her gyrating her hips in circles. Breaking the awkward silence, everyone began to return to normal, except Keith. He was still visibly shaking.

"Paul, you're a fucking psycho. Come near me again and I'll kill you!" Keith shouted, picking himself up off the sand and running through the dispersing crowd.

Paul's deep chuckled shook his chest while snaking his hand around my waist, pulling me away from the party. The warmth exuding from him was calming, making me yawn slightly. Before I'd finished he had slid his arms beneath my legs and picked me up.

Laughing I wished that these moments would never end. Wrapping one arm around his neck I pulled my face close to his face. "Where are you taking me?"

I felt the muscles in his face move, I imagined him smiling as he walked.

"Just far away…no I'm just taking you home. You look tired and I need to get away from this." He admitted, guilt laced within his words.

" You don't need to be sorry. I know this happens and I'm here for you whenever it does." I said rubbing his neck soothingly.

Wistfully he looked down at me saying "One day…we're here."

Looking up, not realizing how fast he had walked, was a crudely lit apartment complex. Some windows were boarded up and there was a homeless man curled up on a bench.

"It's not much," Paul murmured putting me down on the cracked, black pavement. "But it'll do."

"I love it." Anything was better than my own home. Thinking of that made me cringe "Paul, this is dangerous."

"Dangerous? I've been here for a month…" He stopped speaking when I shook my head and pulled away from him. "What…no, you are NOT going home. He'll…no I can't."

"I have to…he'll call the police and trust me they are very on his side. You can come in, after I see him…" My voice trailed off and he knew what that meant as well as I did.

"No, I will not let you. You're staying here with me." Paul's voice had changed significantly. But before I had a moment to say anything he was gone.

I stood there with thoughts spinning through my head. Clasping my hands together I stood there…waiting. Unsure of what I was waiting for or if he would come back. The longer I waited the more uneasy I began to feel. A snap of a twig made me jump nearly out of my skin. My eyes were just about to adjust to the darkness when blinding white headlights turned the corner.

Holding up my eyes to dim the brightness I saw who was driving the car. Wrinkling my forehead in confusion the sleek, silver, Volvo halted beside me.

A pale, angry looking Edward stormed out of the car and opened the passenger door. "Get in." He ordered in a tone which frightened me. Quickly getting in to the car before Edward nearly slammed the door on my foot.

He was in the driver seat faster than I could buckle my seat. "Are you…mental?" He asked me, his hands flexed as he sped away from the apartment.

"Slightly…but I could ask the same question to you." I said, still extremely confused.

"Paul came to our house, as a wolf. A filthy smelling dog came straight to our door. He was asking for help because you had lost your mind."

"Where's Paul?" I asked not caring about Edwards disgust of Paul.

"He asked us for help, he wanted one of us to come get you so he could go get rid of the problem."

"Edward! Where is Paul? Why didn't he send Jacob?" Hysteria pushed at the edge of my voice as I tried to gain where Edward was taking me.

"He didn't want the pack to know what I was doing but because I want nothing to do with this, I'm taking you to Sam's house…well as far as I can go. The boundries are really strict still."

"Paul is going to kill my father isn't he…Edward you have to stop him. You don't know what my dad can do. He's n-not human. Edward, please."

Edward rounded a curve and eased the car to a smooth stop. His lights shone on Quil and Embry, shirtless and breathing heavily.

Everything was happening so quickly and all I was worried about was Paul. I had no doubt in my mind that my father would do everything possible to kill Paul. I was shaking as Edward pulled me out of his car.

"I'm going to find him. Keep her locked up, I don't trust her to stay put." Edward was holding on to my arm with a vice like grip as Quil came over and took my other arm.

"Got it chief. Thank you for telling us." Quil said pulling me over the boundary near Embry.

I turned to say one last thing to Edward but he was in his car, reversing.

Quil picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, my eyes watered from the new bruises peppering my stomach.

"Quil…you're hurting me." I said quietly, struggling a bit to readjust myself. He said nothing but let me slip until I hit the ground with a soft thud.

"Stasia, do you think? Ever? About the things you say to Paul. You know he has problems and yet you go around saying shit like this." Quil's black eyes bore down into me and I immediately shrunk back.

"I'm sorry. I just-"

"Quil, stop being such a dick. Stasia don't listen to him." Embry pulled me to his side to keep me away from Quil.

"Thanks Embry…he's right though. I shouldn't have said that to Paul. I should've known something like this would happen."

Before either of them could say anything, three wolves ran out in front of us. I picked Jacob out when I got his eyes. They were so expressive…I yearned for Paul.

Jacob disappeared while the other two wolves stayed, their eyes on me. Judging me. They turned when Jacob appeared as a human from the underbrush.

"Stasia, come. I'm taking you to Sam's house. The rest of you. Go find Paul."

As the pack disappeared into the woods I shifted my gaze to the large man standing beside me. Biting on the inside of my cheek I gave up my hopes of being able to find Paul.

"Perk up, we need you strong for Paul." Jacob's warm voice gave me a slight hope but all the while I couldn't stop thinking about him and what could possibly happen.

Jacob crouched a little, encouraging me to get on his back. I did so tentatively. Wrapping my arms around my neck he began to run. The wind tore my hair around my face, making my eyes water as well. Closing my eyes I let the wind beat at me hoping it would make me forget everything that was happening to me.

Slowly opening my eyes when I could barely feel the winds cool blow; I observed a dark, dense, forest clearing. Looking for the sky I only saw leaves and branches flowing smoothly together to create a netting of shadows.

"This is not Sam's house…" My voice seemed to snap Jacob back in to reality and may just have been the worse move.

"We aren't going to Sam's house – trust me."

Jacob's last couple words rang in my ears as he threw me off his back on to the green carpeted floor. The water from the grass crept up on to my clothes making me shiver. In an effort to pull myself up I slipped, landing on my arm awkwardly.

All the while, Jacob was nowhere to be found until I heard an ear deafening growl. It shook the ground beneath me, as well as me.

A large, russet colored wolf came speeding out of the forest coming to a full stop just a foot away from me. Jacob's eyes were no longer calming but full of rage.

"Jacob, what are you doing? Please..I'll leave forever. Sa –" Biting my tongue as I heard a low growl escape Jacob's furry lips.

Every part of my mind was a confused mess. Nothing made sense anymore. I was losing Paul and now the pack leader was seconds away from biting my head off.

Closing my eyes, I wished for the day when life had been simpler. Being "dead" had its advantages.

Point of View (Paul)

"I have to…he'll call the police and trust me they are very on his side. You can come in, after I see him…" Her voice trailed off, the implications weighing heavily on the silence that followed. My muscles began to twitch. Every part of me wanted to rip that man from limb from limb.

And that was exactly what I was going to do. In just a moment, I memorized every feature of Stasia's face before I left.

Leaping in to the forest I felt surrounded by the change. While it was natural to me, every time it actually occurred still effected me. I felt my body bend, mold, and grow to become more agile, large…killer.

A new exuberance filled me as I sprinted as fast as I possibly could to the one place where I knew they would watch out for her: The Cullens.

I got there in Record speed, unable to remorph into human form from lack of clothes I scratched at the door. From inside I heard remarks on my "smell" and "dog-like" characteristics but I didn't care.

"Paul, everything you're thinking is absolutely ridiculous" Edward's disapproving voice coming through the barely opened door.

Backing up off the porch, leaving Edward room, I bowed my head in somewhat apology. My anger was getting the better of me, I needed action soon.

"I'll go get her but the pack is going to find out…" Edward held the keys to his car in one hand as he approached his massive garage.

Barking in appreciation I didn't even wait for him to say anything else. I was well on my way of ridding the problem once and for all.

Nothing would stop me from this plan. I was determined to accomplish this, no matter what the consequences. How hard could it really be…he was only human.

Nearing her house my vision began to blur. Picture's of her – frightened, threatened, crying, filled my head to the point I had to stop. Whimpering slightly as I tried to ignore all of these flashbacks.

My paw stepped on to the back porch of her house, I faltered when I heard her voice. It was questioning, unsure, and frightened.

What the fuck was going on?

Confusing I know. Long, yes. Stupid, probably. Don't want me to continue, understandable.

But I'm back.

Whutup.

-INVX