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In5pirit: It's supposed to be late summer, right before school starts so Hannah can spend some time building relationships there before the actual movie/book starts.

Luci - I never really had any plans to have her powers explained exactly; because her powers to me are a result of her reincarnation into a new body so no one - in that world - would be able to explain how she had them. But I'll leave an explanation at the end of this chapter to explain why them.

Aiyanna Clearwater - I'm going to try and do something new, and I hope you like it. To be honest, I never really liked Emily in the book or Sam but you can see how that changed in my story. And I also hate how everyones OC insistently loves Emily the second they meet her.

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Hunting Sam down in the woods was like finding a needle in a haystack. But I couldn't give up; Billy had sent me on the quest after all and he'd give me that awful disappointed look if I came back empty handed.

The woods where wet and humid. Damp ferns and tree branches slapping my face as I stomped through the tall weeds and grass that blanketed the ground.

My clothes where damp and uncomfortable, almost chafing my skin, while my shoes where so wet it felt like I'd just stepped into a puddle.

I was hot, sweaty, damp, and so done with this.

"Sam!" I shouted, cupping my hands around my mouth in the hopes it would somehow amplify the volume.

I walked for hours, and just as the sky was starting to turn dark I gave up, only to quickly realize I was lost.

It was then that Sam showed himself; revealing that he'd been following me the whole time.

"Hours! I've been looking for your stupid ass for hours!" I said to him.

He scowled back, arms crossed in front of him. "And I was hiding for hours because of it and if you weren't so stupid as to get lost I wouldn't have had to follow you around or reveal myself!"

I threw my hands up in the air. "Well sorry I'm not boyscout fuckin' Mcgee and that I was worried about your stupid ass enough to come racing after you in this stupid forest." I emphasized my words by kicking a nearby rock.

"I didn't ask you to come after me." Sam said, nostrils flaring.

"And I didn't ask to care about you, but I fucking do!" I yelled back, feeling oddly empty and deflated as the words left my mouth.

Quieter, it was almost a whisper, I said. "Are you okay?"

Sam seemed to be on the same emotionally drained page, and his wide broad shoulder lowered as he visibly grew more tired.

"No, the elders mentioned imprinting, I just didn't think... I thought that I could fight it, for Leah. That our love would get me through it but, it hurts, to even think about not being close to Emily again."

"Well, isn't imprinting all about the imprintee? Don't they get to decided the relationship? Maybe Emily will just want to be your close friend."

Sam sighed, "I don't think it works like that, but then again what the fuck do I know? I was a normal person a few weeks ago and now I'm forever bound to these lands as a protector."

"Says who?"

"The council."

"Well, not to be incredibly bias here, but shouldn't you get a choice here too? Like if you want to leave then why don't you?"

Sam frowned. "I... let's just focus on one problem here. What am I supposed to do? I can't just go up to Leah and tell her I fell in love with her cousin and she's now my whole world so we have to break up."

"That would end very badly." I muttered.

"I still love Leah," Sam whispered, looking at me sadly. "But Emily's my life now and I need to do everything I can to make sure she's in it."

"So you're going to break up with her no matter what?" I asked.

Sam nodded his head. "I have to."

I wasn't sure if I agreed or disagreed with that but it was obvious Sam was firm on that decision so...

"Well you can't just break up with her and then go after Emily."

"What? Why not?"

"Because, there's something called tact and no girl wants to be ditched for a family ,that's a real confidence destroyer and Leah might not be the same girl afterwards. If you care about her you'll do this with some sensitivity. Besides, if Emily is a decent person-" Sam growled at me, "-then," I emphasized, ignoring him, "She won't be too thrilled or happy either about you coming on to her after you finish crushing Leah's dreams."

Sam flinched and I gave him a stern look.

"You're making this decision here Sam, so you better be ready for everything that's going to come with it."

"What do I do though?"

"Break up with Leah, wait a bit, and then start talking to Emily and don't even try for a second to talk to Emily before you break up with Leah; you want to keep that shit storm to a minimum as much as possible. Billy should be able to help you into tricking her to places so you can meet. Lord knows he tricked me enough times."

Sam whimpered. "I was going to propose to Leah today."

"Well, considering what you're going to do soon, it's a miracle you were able to avoid that bullet." I said, patting his back.

Sam breaking up with Leah had involved lots of screaming, one broken window, and three flattened tires according to Billy, who I heard gossiping to Charlie like the old ladies they where.

Upon hearing that, and feeling bad for the dude, I decided to go out and try and cheer up Sam since the dude didn't have many guy friends and couldn't really hang out with them due to his furry problem.

I wasn't exactly sure what the stereotype was of guys after a break up - people always joke it was all ice cream, horrible romances, and crying for girls but I'd never heard one about guys. - maybe... banging lots of chicks?

But that also sounded like you were just asking for an STD.

Deciding to just wing it. I grabbed tons of food - since Sam could really pack it away now in days - and a lot of alcohol; through not so legal methods.

Showing up at Sam's house and finding him laying in the middle of his semi-empty living room, flat on his back, spread out like a starfish, dirty clothes, a four day old beard, and smelling ripe, I felt very out of depth.

"Sam?" I called, staring down at him.

A low moan left him, his head flopping to the side as he let out a mournful whimper.

"I brought food."

Another moan as Sam threw an arm over his face.

"And my lovely company."

This time a loud cry of despair left him and I had to remind myself he was currently a delicate flower and it would be cruel to kick his side in retribution.

"And achol."

This time instead of letting out a noise of sadness he peeked out from over his arm, looking very tempted.

"How?" Came his croaky voice, raspy from lack of use.

"Because criminals are hot, so therefore I must break the law to achive true sexyness."

I held up the two bags of alcohol I'd managed to scrounge up. I wasn't much of a drinker, in this life or my past one. Never found the appeal of it. But I understood that some people did enjoy it and if that type of person was my friend I'd join in trying to repress memories and killing off the liver.

I woke up, mind blanking over what had happened, just the hazy idea that I'd been drinking with Sam. Looking around I saw I was in the bathroom, a blanket wrapped around me and a couch cushion under my head.

Standing up, I yawned as I arched my back, pleasantly surprised to find I didn't have a hangover of any kind and was just horribly thirsty and needing to brush my teeth.

Thankfully, I'd long ago stashed hygiene products in Sam's house since six times out of ten when I came here I was eventually thrown in mud or dirt.

(I also loved to replace Sam's stuff with anything I could find that had glitter in it - his wolf form actually had sparkly fur and smelled of sweet pea once and it was magnificent.)

Freshly washed, I left the steamy bathroom and moved through the house. The place looked relatively clean, only a few things scattered around that shouldn't be. Collecting the pillows that laid around the hallway - had we had a pillow fight last night? - I walked into the living room and dropped them on the couch.

Now where was Sam?

Searching, I finally found him in a closet, curled up under the rest of the couch cushions in a makeshift pillow fort.

Peering in, I smiled as I caught sight of Sam, I can't believe my drunk self had managed to actually get him into the outfit I'd had to special order online for him.

Sam looked absolutely adorable in his above adult sized sheep onesie. With a cute red ribbon around his neck and everything.

Fishing out my phone, I quickly took a picture before standing up and closing the door behind me, letting Sam sleep in his little fort.

Going to the kitchen I quickly made some bacon and left out some medicine and cup of water before leaving.

I had to get home before Charlie got back from fishing. The man could smell alcohol as good as a shark could smell a drop of blood in water miles away.

I pulled up to the front of Forks High School and sighed as I saw the swarms of teen walk around.

Charlie had been ecstatic when I'd asked him if I could stay for the school year. Renee had been upset and Bella had been silently disapproving.

Thankfully I had no real emotional connection to them - besides guilt over not being Hannah - and was able to ignore the other two and focus on Charlie's happyness; the only one out of the three I'd gotten close to.

Now here I was, about to go into the belly of the beast knowing that it was full of teenagers, homework, angst, drama, and vampires.

My jeep firmly parked between two cars - as I stubbornly ignored the shiny Cullen cars not to far away - I slung my backpack on my back, rechecked the paper that had the info for my first class, eyed the building off in the distance that I knew was my destination, and prepared to bolt across the parking lot.

I had to make lots of human friends, endear them to me with treats and nice words, and then use their bodies as a living shield to keep away nosey vampires.

I mean, I doubted the Cullens would bother with me now, but just in case I needed to have as many people as possible to use as Cullen-Garlic to keep them away.

I could do this.

Amazingly enough, I actually managed to pull it off.

I'd managed to insert myself in the same group Bella had been absorbed into in the books. My status as new-but-not-really-new kid kept people from being too interested but still interested enough that I didn't really have to do much. Just stand there as they marveled at my existence like I was a new shiny toy.

Though I did like certain people.

Eric Yorkey was a great kid. He was always happy, excited to see me, and we both had a low key love of video games, anime, and D&D. I'd actually been invited to a campaign this weekend with some other people who played with him.

As he put it, "It would be nice to have a female player who's actually female for once."

I was absolutely ready for that shit.

Then of course there was Angela who really was just a chill girl and who I got along with. Who was the biggest surprise though was Jessica Stanley who - while really obvious of her fake liking of me at first - I got along with surprisingly well. Though that might be because of one common thing we both shared.

Mike Newton.

Jessica was head over heels with him and I'd unintengly made it my goal to build up Jessica - spouting absurd come ons and complimenting her - all while berating Mike and poking and prodding at him.

And Mike, like the hormonal teenage boy he was, rose to the challenge and actually began to compliment Jessica just as much as I did, making the girl preen and blush under all the complement thrown at her.

(I'd of course had to quickly inform her I wasn't actually trying to come onto her, but Jessica hardly cared since she'd been too busy smiling like a loon because Mike had complement her shirt after I'd complimented her hair.)

The Cullens though had thankfully backed off and hadn't been anywhere near me and besides the occasional comment about them from Jessica or Lauren they weren't apart of my life.

I was a lying liar.

The Cullens where sort of apart of my life. Since they were in some of my classes, but at a school this small it wasn't that much of a surprise.

And it would have been fine if it wasn't for the fact Emmett Cullen was in my gym class and I sometimes got a little too competitive and didn't think things through.

It had been flag football and I was in the zone. This body was decently athletic and able to outrun most of the people in the class; when the ball was actually thrown to me. Which was a rare thing since most of the girls in gym class didn't do much so the boys bareilly threw the balls to them; which of course also included me. But after proving just how over competitive I was they accepted me as one of their own.

It was almost the end of class, the teams were tied, and the opponents had the ball. We were all racing down the field and I was completely focused on catching up to the guy holding it.

I was so focused I didn't even check to see who it was thrown too, just tackling them when they got close enough.

I wasn't the first person to tackle someone during the game, and he wasn't the first person to ever be tackled in gym class, but it was the first time someone had ever dared to tackle him.

To the surprise of the class and Emmet, the largest Cullen was sent flying to the ground, the ball falling from his arms.

People gasped and whispered, pointing at me and the fallen bear of a man.

"Crap! Sorry!" I hissed, biting my knuckle as I winced.

The loud whistle of the couch cut through the room.

"Class is almost over, girls." The woman yelled, motioning to a door in the back of the large room.

They all quickly headed to the locker room to change and I eagerly joined them. Leaving a stunned and wide-eyed Emmett behind.

I knew I was screwed. I'd practically signed, dated, and notarized my own will. Now it was just a countdown to my impending doom. The Cullen bomb was primed and ready and I was the target.

My only hope was that somehow they either stayed away - unlikely - or that I magically managed to avoid them till graduation. Maybe if I surrounded myself at all times with fleshy human shields I'd be able to ward them off.

...Hopefully?

"Hey, Angela, walk me to my car, I have something cool to show you."

"Oh, okay."

I jumped into my car.

"Um, what were you going to show me, Ana?"

I quickly scanned over the random junk in my jeep and grabbed the nearest thing.

"Looks, it's shiny." I said, throwing a silver bouncy ball I'd bought out of a 25 cent machine before quickly pulling out. Leaving Angela and the lingering Cullen's in my dust.

The next day, during English, I looked outside to see my car flanked on both sides with a Cullen car. During math class I faked a headache and asked to go to the nurse.

At the end of the school day, the Cullen's headed outside to see my jeep gone from between their cars and moved across the lot. Sitting right outside the building that was my last class.

I was in it and gone before they could get within twenty feet of me while using normal human speeds.

Music was a great deterinet for conversation - while funnly enough being a conversation starter - and I used it with no shame.

"Hannah!" Alice Cullen yelled as I ran across the parking lot.

A few people in front of me gaped and stared, some even snapping out of their surprise to try and get my attention to tell me a famed Cullen was trying to talk to a peasant like me.

I weaved around them, pretending to not hear them over my headphones as I shot towards my jeep and jumped inside. Peeling out with a loud rev of the engine, and getting the fuck out of there.

"Eric, I think I found the book you lost yesterday. It's it my car, we can get it as soon as school ends."

Because I so did not steal it.

Emmet was appraoching me in class. There was no way to avoid it or run away. I'd sat out for today, having not brought in my gym clothes and Emmet 'shockingly' also sat out. He was now inching his way towards me on the bleachers.

Slowly moving up to my seat, which was at the top left corner.

Watching him advance, I weighed my options and chose the best one.

I jumped.

"Ana!" Someone screamed as the class ran over.

Rolling over onto my back - no worse for wear - I faked a cough and let out a pained groan as I sat up.

"I'm fine." I dramaticlly rasped.

"Maybe you need to go to the nurse."

"I'll bring her." Emmet offered, like a knight in glittering armer.

"I reject that offer and vote Jessica instead." I interjected, my voice suddenly normal and face serious.

The gym teacher sighed. "Fine, Miss Swan."

I knew it wouldn't last, but I'd always been good at denial so the surprise and shock I'd felt when I'd finally been cornered had been genuine.

"Hi." Rosalie said, looking drop dead gorgeous and dangerous all at the same time, like a vampire-black-widow hybrid... thingy.

"You where supposed to be the safe one." I said, sounding completely and rightfully betrayed. Rose was supposed to be the Cullen who didn't care, who'd ignore me while the others tried to corner me. Everything I though I knew about the vegetarian sparkly human-bat's was destroyed with one word.

Rose raised one perfect eyebrow, silently demanding what in the hell I was talking about. She didn't let me say anything though - probably deciding I was a simple human spouting pointless words - and continued on.

"Come sit with us." She gestured to the lunch table the rest of her family was perched at, all of them staring at us like the creepers they where.

"Uh, thanks, but I'm good."

Rose gave me a look, like she couldn't believe my audacity. That a mere human like I would refuse her something.

"Excuse me?" She said, lips thin and pinched.

"Yeah, I've got plans involving stealing jello from people, so I'm just going to be hitting the old dusty trail now." I backed up a few steps only for Rose's hand to stop me. Her long cold fingers wrapped around my wrist, grip tight as she stared me down.

"I insist."

My hand jerked reflexively away, and Rose's eyes widened as she was dragged forward with the movement.

With both stumbled, not expecting it to work, Rose forward and me back as I twisted out of the human-stone's path. Free of her grasp now and staring at the shocked vampiress, I gave her a weak smile.

"Uh, bye." I muttered, turning on my heels and walking away.

And another log was added to the already raging fire under my ass.

I just want to take a second and say that the Cullens do not think Ana knows about vampires. They just know that she is a human with a special gift already activated and are curious about her. They aren't going to be shoving the fact they are vampires down her throat they instead are just trying to figure out if she knows about her own abilities.

Now, on to Ana's powers. Bella and her are twins, so I figured instead of a mental sort of shield, Ana had more of a shield that just cancels out everything. Edward's power doesn't work on her and Alice can't see her but she sort of can because Ana appears as a spot of nothing in her visions.

From what I understand about powers in the books and movies, people may activate powers due to strong personal traits combined with dying and coming back as a vampire. Ana has the strong feeling of not belonging - and really doesn't belong - and has also technically died and been supernaturally reborn again. So in my mind, this is the perfect scenario for powers. Also, my whole reason for writing this whole story was honestly that part were she - a tiny human - body tackled Emmett in gym class and took him the fuck down.