Dreams can make so much sense. Other times, they can be simply swirls and bursts of color. This is how my dreams were. How they almost always were. It's why Jacob loved placing my hand on his cheek, so he could see the colors swarm through my brain, though this did not last very long. He sometimes fell asleep before I did, if not only minutes after.

In the cottage, Mum and Dad were talking in hushed tones not to wake me, though they did not know I had woken only moments ago. My half-vampire ears picked up my father's voice.

"You promised you would," he said, a smile in his voice. "One year, that's all I ask."

"What's the point?" Mum laughed. "It isn't like we'll be getting jobs. We both look like we're in highschool!"

"That doesn't matter," Dad said. "You still said you would."

"I had only agreed before my little nudger came along," she said.

I knew she was talking about me. Her little nudger.

"What's the difference, now?" Dad said. "She's already nine. Who knows when she stops growing? My point is, she looks like she's older than us and is smarter than most people in their thirties. No one would even consider she's our daughter. She can look after herself."

Mum sighed. "I don't know. I just don't want to leave her for something so little as college."

"She won't be in any danger. Jacob will be with her. And we'll be able to see her. It's only a year."

I chuckled. Sometimes I thought it was funny that my parents had little arguments over these kinds of things.

"Complete you education, Mother!" I said loudly through the wall. This made them both laugh and Jacob wake suddenly and jump up.

A moment later they walked through my door, grinning from ear to ear. Jake rubbed his eyes and stood up.

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind us going for a year?" It was obvious she was hoping i'd say "yes" but i shook my head.

"Nah, go, go to school. I'll be heading the same way soon."

"Yes," agreed Dad. "And on that note, have you thought about where you want to go to school?"

"Not really," I said, sitting up and stretching. "Maybe UGA in Georgia."

"Well, think on it," Jake said, evidently disturbed by this sudden conversation this early in the morning. "Meanwhile, i'm going back to sleep."

"Oh, no you don't!" I said, pushing him off the bed we shared. "You have to run me over to Grandpa and Grandma's."

We slept in the same bed, but it wasn't like that. I was Jake's imprint, but that didn't mean we had to be lovers or anything. I loved him, but only as a brother. He accepted that fact. He usually doesn't even sleep inside. Usually it's outside in his wolf form or on the floor in his wolf form, but when he's really tired, he forgets and crashes on my bed.

He lay quite still on the floor. He had fallen asleep again. I slid off my bed and stood on his back. It didn't hurt him, but he did wake.

"Come on, Jake!" I jumped a little. Mum and Dad walked back out and I jumped off Jacob.

"Okay, Okay! I'm up! I'm awake! I'm standing..." He swayed a bit but stood.

I threw him a clean pair of cut-off jeans and went into my closet to grab something for me to wear. When I came back, Jake had already changed.

"I'm going to grab something to eat," he said and walked out. "Your mom and dad are already at Carlisle and Esme's house."

"Okay," I said and ducked behind a curtain. Aunt Alice had installed one in the corner of my room so I wouldn't have to go in the bathroom to change.

I draped my outfit over the hook on the wall, but froze when I heard someone. A carpet-muffled footstep fell in my room.

"Jake?" I called. No one answered but another footstep sounded. I pulled back the curtain and saw three men. One pointing a loaded gun at me.

"Nessie, I heard. Did you ca--" Jake had just come to the door and saw the men. The two other men pointed guns at him.

"Well, well," The man with the gun at me snickered. "Looks like our little freak has a boyfriend."

He walked up to me and grabbed my arm, pointing the gun, now, at my head. Jake was shaking with rage.

"Who... are... you," he said, trying with all his might for a level voice.

"We're not going to tell you," One of the other men said in a sneering voice.

"But we will tell you, we're taking this little freak with us," the last man said.

"No," Jake said, shaking even harder. I hadn't ever seen him this angry and this close to phasing. "You WON'T!" With a earsplitting roar, Jacob phased into the giant wolf he was.

The men shot at him, but it pierced only his shoulder and leg and healed with a snap. The next second, Mom and Dad were at his flanks. They were both shaking in anger, too.

"Get. Away. From. Our. Daughter," Dad bellowed and lunged at one of the men--he was close enough that The bullets the man tried shooting at him seemed to be missing, but in reality, they were bouncing off him.

Mom attacked the other man, grabbing him tightly by the throat as Jacob roared at the one holding me.

"Let them both go!" The only free man bellowed. "Or she dies."

I felt the end of the gun being pressed to my temple.

Mom and Dad immediately let them go and Jake froze, looking wide-eyed at me.

"What do you mean a freak?" I asked. If I was going to do something supernaturally deadly to him, I just wanted to make sure he was thinking I was something I am. The man looked confused at my question.

"I--," he stammered.

"A freak!" I said loudly and irritably. "You called me a freak! How am I a freak!"

"Don't pretend," he muttered, understanding now. "I saw you run, yesterday. You're one of them!"

"One of who," I hissed.

"You're a Blur." I laughed shrilly.

"A Blur. Don't be so ridiculous! I can't run so fast!"

"Well, I saw you," he repeated. "So since, you don't care to admit it, we'll just have to sort you out at headquarters."

"Why do you want her!?" My mom shrieked, a bit hysterically.

"We're testing on these creatures. I'd take you, Pretty," he looked Mom up and down with a discussing look on his face. "But you'd cause to much trouble."

Dad growled.

"But I--" I stopped, mid-sentence. Uncle Emmett appeared at the window. None of the humans or Mom saw, but Dad did. We both looked away quick enough so the men didn't notice. Out of the corner of my eye, i saw an evil grin spread across Emmett's face and in another blink, Rosalie was beside him. He whispered something in her ear. She shared the smirk. Emmett opened the window silently and then loudly started to climb through. He stumbled onto the ground. The men looked at him.

"Okay, boys!" he said loudly. "Game's up! Let head back to HQ! Training's over!" The men looked thoroughly confused. "What are you waiting for," he snapped.

"We don't know you!" one of the men said.

"I'm the one who gives you orders," Emmett boomed in a intimidating voice. "Now, I say get back to Headquarters! No one her is a Blur! We've been tracking them and they seem to have gone up to Canada."

"I-I-I don't believe you!" one of them said, though he sounded doubtful of his own words.

"There's a simple way of finding out if you're an infiltrator," the man holding me said. "First, what are the characteristics of Blurs?"

"Lightning speed. Supernatural strength and living forever."

"Second, who was the guy we lost about a week ago?"

Emmett glanced at Dad who mouthed the answer, too quick for human eyes. "Coal Bozeman," Emmett said confidently.

"And last: how many Blurs have we caught?"

"None," Emmett said automatically. It would be impossible to capture and contain a full vampire.

"Wrong," the guy snickered. And he pointed the gun at Emmett and shot. This, of course, did nothing to Emmett, but make him laughed.

"No," Emmett boomed. "You got it wrong." With his strength, he picked up one of the men by the neck and clenched it so tightly, his neck broke and his lungs failed.

"No more!" The guy yelled, terrified at what my uncle had just done. "No more or she dies." Emmett wasn't smiling anymore. "Move," the man ordered everyone, as he pressed the gun harder against my head. A path was cleared to the door and he marched out, dragging me along. The last man walked along behind, his gun flicking to each of my family in turn, obviously scared to death he would meet the same fate as his partner.

"Wait!" My mom said, stopping the man holding me. "What are they going to do to her?" If vampires could produce tears, her face would be dripping.

"Don't worry," he said, sneering. "We won't hurt her... much."

And he marched me out the door, through the hall, out of the house, and through the woods. As the cottage disappeared from view, I heard my mom start sobbing into Dad's shoulder.