Seattle was, to say the least, wet. Would she have even doubted it for a minute? Summer was the rainy season, Angela sniffed slightly, thinking of the sunny and dusty beaches down a few states. Chewing her fingernail, she shuddered. At least rain was better then a bad sunburn- something that she would most likely bring upon herself stupidly.

The rest of this whole "go in the city" plan wasn't well thought out. How was she suppose to spend the rest of her time here? Surely, she wasn't going to go skipping merrily through the menacing alleys and murky puddles. But she'd been to the Starbucks tower many times, which was the only amusing tourist attraction she could think of at the moment and a bookstore was surely out the question, at least not visiting by herself.

Angela shuddered at the thought of a bookstore. After the story that Bella had revealed to her after their trip to Port Angeles, she wouldn't be caught dead going there alone. On second that, she just didn't want to be dead at all.

Shuffling around in her coat (which was ridiculous, due to the fact it was 3 days till June), she let out an audible groan. She wished she didn't grant her little brothers permission to go to the sleep over they'd been invited to, that she could have dragged them along. Then she'd have something to do here.

Maybe yell at them for splashing in puddles, or dragging the twins away from uncovered manholes. Whatever it was, it was going to distract her. Angela's thoughts were so far off in a distance, she almost didn't hear the low hissing and whispering behind her. Her hair stood up on the ends; she quickened her pace without looking back.

Even in the drizzling rain, the reflections peered back something very frightening- a color like blazing fire, but even more dazzling. It shimmered slightly as her feverish pace took off into a desperate run. They kept an even distance with her, practically laughing at her poor attempt.

"What do you want?" Angela finally screamed, pivoting around, eyes wide with fear. A young girl, tall and curvy stood with her back erect, red eyes blazing slightly. A smile tugged on her lips just a little. If her frightened eyes hadn't been studying her flawless face, she would have never caught it. The boy with nearly snow-white hair (it was the lightest blonde she'd ever seen) looked albino with his fresh, glowing eyes but they were both graceful and perfect, with their breathtaking satire and armed pounce.

"She's so nervous, she's shaking like an earthquake." Angela did a double take, looking for the source of the high pitched singing voice was coming from. It was the gorgeous woman, but it didn't seem to fit. She chewed on her nail in crazed panic.

"Would she make an good addition?" The boy murmured, checking her over with hard, cold glances.

"Anything right now. We can dispose of them later. Perhaps she'll be better- the assault is coming soon and a very fresh newborn could be the deadliest weapon we can get..." The shrill voice trailed off, looking critical of her. Angela swallowed, not understanding one word that came out of their house. Maybe because it sounded like they were talking gibberish or her ears were filled with a nervous buzzing- a mix of both, it seemed.

It all happened much too fast for her liking- the two pounced and something stood in front of her, letting out an inhuman growl . She cowered behind the tall wall of whatever was protecting her, letting her hysterical sobs and tears mingle with the sounds of rain slamming the sidewalk.

"Get up." A cold voice ordered and she hesitated, following the order obediently after a few seconds. Towering above her was a La Push boy, his hair cropped instead of flowing in a sleek ponytail down his back. His russet skin glowed under the street lights, fury burning in his dark eyes.

"I... I..." She stuttered, allowing him to forcefully drag her around the sidewalks, sending menacing glares to anybody who dared to even eye her.

"Wait... wait.." Angela gasped, whipping her arm from his grip. "Who are you? I mean, I know you're from the reservation... but, what was that all about?"

The boy, who now seemed young with his face guilty and softened now, sighed with boredom, pushing her gently into a comfortable looking Borders. He helped her, due to the fact her knees felt like jelly and she was bound to collapsed, and lowered her into a recliner by the comfortable Seattle's Best Coffee kiosk. She gazed at him with the hope that her eyes seemed pleading and begging for explanation.

"I was here to see the new movie with the rest of my pack of friends from the reserve." A smile tugged gently on his face, which she didn't exactly get. "I broke off to go look at something for my... friend, Claire. And I saw them and I knew what was going to happen."

"Hold up, my head is spinning. What's your name? And how did you scare them away? They looked so deadly and lethal..." Her voice was quiet and weak, as she rubbed a sugar packet shakily between her fingers to soothe her nerves.

"Oh..! Oh, yes, right. I'm Quil Ateara and when I saw them, I just did my best to scare them away." He murmured with a chuckle as Angela's eyes widened, dropping the sugar packet.

"Th-that noise was you?! It wasn't even human, are you kidding me?" She spat out, eyes wider then saucer plates. Quil grinned, ruffling her brown hair.

"For a frightened girl, you're pretty adorable."

"I'm also older then you." Her eyes narrowed into slits, changing their size drastically. He let out a bellowing laugh, shaking his head. His gaze was distracted as it drifted behind her head (now with a tangled mass of hair on top).

"My friends are probably looking all through the streets for me. Besides, I think that there's somebody hear for you. Nice to meet 'cha." Quil smiled, standing up and brushing coldly by a figure causing a large shadow behind her. Angela coughed, hoping that it was who she thought it was.

The figure slid into the chair across the tiny table, where piles of sugar packets lay after being fiddled with Angela's nervous hands. The honey colored eyes of a Cullen stared at her intently, a grin growing giant his face.

"Care to explain your little adventure tonight?" Emmet's grin couldn't hide the anger. Angela smiled, twirling a piece of her hair innocently.

"Well, I'm not doing anything. I guess it wouldn't hurt." She sighed dreamily, opening her mouth and listening to the story pour out.

HEY EVERYBODY ! Look, I posted! It may be small, and there might not be a lot of Emmett... but it's good... uh, I hope. I was writing this while watching Accepted, so Angela is more cocky then she should be. 8D Eh heh heh heh~

I'm finally going to update as early as I can from now on, due to the fact I should get it out of the way instead of letting my schedule devour it and I'll completely forget that there was such a thing as the intrawebs (gasp)!

Well, that's all I gotta say. Thanks for being so supportive!

xoxo

Joey

P.S. Gotta love Quil. 3 Gah, Jasper, Quil, Angela, and Seth. How I would die without you as my favorite characters...