Thanks for all of you who have stuck by me through my long hiatus. Special thanks to Bob for looking this over for me. I hope y'all enjoy :D

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Bella's POV

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I don't know how long I drove, or even where I planned on going. The pull was excruciating and I found myself losing time more and more frequently. I drove myself to exhaustion, stopping frequently to restock on Red Bulls and caffeine pills to stave off sleeping.

They were coming for me. He was coming for me. Chasing me down. I could feel it through the bond, though I couldn't make much out of the confusing maelstrom of emotions that I could feel rumbling through him. He was desperate to find me. He was hunting me down like wounded prey. No matter how little I slept, or how much I drove, I could feel him closing in on me.

The time slips were also getting worse. I was now losing hours, instead of mere minutes. And, still, I could feel him growing closer. Stalking me. Haunting me.

As horrible as frequently losing chunks of time was, it was nothing compared to the feeling of losing my mind. It felt as if the Pull was trying to take over, trying to possess me and make me go to him. Bow down to him. Abase myself before him and beg for his forgiveness.

Thankfully, I wasn't known for my stubbornness for nothing. I refused to give in, refused to go crawling back to him on my hands and knees like a good little bitch. I was stronger than the Pull. I could beat it.

At least, that's what I told myself as I pulled up in front of a mall to do a little shopping. I had my own plan to prepare for and it definitely did not include facing the wolves. I was going to give Paul a taste of his own medicine. For once, the tables would be turned and he would be the one suffering. I just needed to...

A throbbing pain shot through my head, bringing me back to myself. A glance at the clock showed that I had lost almost three hours this time. I buried my face in my hands in frustration. My brain felt like scrambled eggs... or at least how I imagined scrambled eggs would feel, if eggs could, you know, feel.

An hour later, I scurried to my truck with two Hot Topic shopping bags and a maniacal grin on my face. I was practically radiating glee and I could feel wary curiosity mixed with more than a touch of dread seeping through the bond. It made my grin even bigger.

I drove around until I found a hotel, and paid cash for a single night rental. If all went well, that's all I would need. And how could it not with the amazing(ly tight and slutty) little black dress that I bought today, I thought, feeling glee bubble up within me again.

I knew that whatever happened would have to happen soon. The Pull inside me felt as if it was rejoicing, and I just knew that Paul was getting closer. It wouldn't be long now, but that was okay. All I needed was one night.

I grabbed the phone book off the nightstand and turned to the yellow pages looking for nightclubs. As soon as I saw the ad, I knew it was perfect. I couldn't have asked for better if I'd named the club myself. Tonight, I was going hunting at the Wolfsbane. Tonight, my wolf would pay.

Ready to explode
The pressure buries me
The poison takes control
I drop down to my knees
I scream

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Get this invader out of me
I need help this is killing me
I'm blinded by the thought of tomorrow
I'm drowning in this ocean of sorrow
I need to leave it all behind
I think I'm losing my mind

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I know this is short, but I'm mainly just trying to get into the feel of writing again. I posted a new oneshot a few days ago as well if you want to go check that out. There's a poll up on my profile page to see which story you'd rather me finish first, this one or Gun Show. Thanks for all of you who have stuck by me and encouraged me to finish my stories! This chapter was meant to feel kinda choppy and disoriented because Bella herself is feeling that way. Anyway, I hope it came through that way. Let me know what you think! :)