So I'm a little sad. Only four of you have voted for my next story. Out of the four, three of you have voted for What the Half-Elven Wrought, which makes me happy, because I have absolutely no motivation to start writing The Unnoticeable right now. And actually, I already have half of the first chapters written for both What the Half-Elven Wrought and The Turtle's Resolve. How come no one has voted for that one? No One Piece fans out there? Was the summery not that intresting? Well, whatever. I'll get around to writing a One Piece fic eventually. But seriously guys, please vote. I would really like some more input on what to write next.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. If I did it would have been completely different. Bella probably would have done to Edward what Gwen's going to do to Dennis in this chapter ;)

"It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to our friends"-Albus Dumbledore

"With realization of one's own potential and self-confidence in one's own ability, one can build a better world."-Dalai Lama

'I wonder if Red Riding Hood brought a flashlight with her.'

The forest was pitch dark, cold, and bigger than I had thought. I had been hoping that I could find Dennis pretty soon after entering the forest, but I was beginning to realize that it wasn't going to happen that way. I would probably freeze to death before I found anyone.

I had been wandering in the forest for what felt like hours, but I was sure it had only been a few minutes. Rosalie's coat wasn't really doing much good to keep the cold at bay anymore, and I had left the house wearing only a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. My sneakers were soaked through with snow, making me sure I was going to lose a few of my toes.

'I probably could have made better wardrobe choices for this.' I thought dryly.

I took a deep calming breath, my heart beating hard, my nerves frayed. I still felt scared, but now that I was inside the forest, surrounded by darkness and silence, I felt more nervous than anything. I could just barely make out the shapes of trees and other foliage around me, and so I found myself tripping over various roots and sticks and other things I couldn't see. But I kept on walking, trying to move my tired and now freezing body as far away from the Cullen house and the pack as I could. I had no idea how far I had gone, or if I had even completely got passed all of them, but considering I didn't hear anything coming after me, it a good thing.

I reached inside the coats pocket, brushing my cold fingers against the can of hair spray and the small plastic tube. They felt like they were iced over, and I faintly hoped that the two liquids didn't freeze before I got a chance to hopefully use them.

I sighed, a white puff of freezing air appearing in front of my mouth. There was nothing here, no life what so ever. It was going to take forever for me to find Dennis. It was funny; back in school I never really had any reason to seek him out, but somehow I always seemed to run into him while at school. We only ever had one class together…

FLASHBACK: ONE YEAR AGO

I sighed, plopping down in my desk, impatiently brushing some of my long hair behind my shoulder. It was the last class of the day, and I couldn't be any happier. It was Friday and thus the best day of the week.

I yawned, stretching as I watched my fellow classmates ooze to their respective seats. A few of them came in loudly, pushing and shoving each other, laughing and pretty much having a good time. Others, like the boy who sat next to me, came in at a more sedate pace. I glanced at him as he sat down, pushing a pair of thick glasses up his thin nose. His eyes were hidden behind shaggy black hair, his shoulders hunched as he took a drawing notebook out of his backpack. I watched him with a pinch of pity. He looked so pathetic.

"Hey Dennis!" I said cheerfully.

The boy jumped in his seat, his head turning to look at me so fast his hair swished. His eyes were wide as he stared at me.

"Uh…hey Gwen." He replied in a hesitant tone, voice quite, almost shy.

I leaned over, glancing at the drawing he had displayed in front of him. "What cha drawin'?"

"Um, nothing much."

"Doesn't look like nothing." I said, gazing down at the pencil marked page.

It was an amazing rendition of a girl in armor, sword raised, while a dragon-like creature bore down on her, a figure in black robes riding on its back. It was sketched and outlined and shaded like something out of a professional magazine.

"This is amazing, Dennis." I smiled, looking up at him. "It's Eowyn facing down the Witch King from Return of the King, right?"

He nodded slowly, the expression on his face as he looked at me filled with disbelief. "Y-yeah. How did you know that?"

I frowned at him. "It's obvious isn't it? For anyone who's read the books I mean." I laughed, leaning away from him. "And even if you hadn't, considering the movie came out awhile ago."

He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, grimacing slightly as he looked away from me. "Ah, I guess so…" he muttered.

Before I could say anything else, Mrs. Griffin walked in, calling for order. I didn't notice Dennis glancing at me out of the corner of his eye as I pulled out my notebook.

END FLASHBACK

I wonder why that memory stands out so much, but it did. Dennis had been the quiet, bully magnet boy in school, but he had always struck me gentle and sweet, if a little introverted. It was crazy and hard to believe that he was the one who was hunting me now. It was crazy and hard to believe it had really been him that night that had killed Michele so gruesomely. It was so, so hard to believe.

FLASHBACK: ONE YEAR AGO

It was forty-five minutes after school, and I had just finished my TA job for Mrs. McConnell, which basically just consisted of grading papers. I walked quickly toward the school gate, knowing that Michael would be waiting for me.

Tugging my bag over my shoulder, I looked down only to see that my shoe lace was coming un- tied. Tisking, I bent down a few yards from the gate, quickly tying it. Standing up, I heard a yell of what sounded like pain. Turing the corner, my eyes widened in disbelief.

Just outside the gate were a group of kids, three of them, plus Michael, surrounding a boy, who kneeled on the ground on his hands and knees. I instantly recognized him as Dennis.

I watched as he sat back on his heels slowly, bringing a hand to his nose, which was bloody. His glasses were gone, and I then realized that Michael was the one who was standing over him, holding a black notebook. I recognized it as Dennis' sketchbook.

Michael flipped through it, saying something I couldn't hear. And then he started ripping the pages out, crushing them and tossing them over his shoulder as he did. The others did nothing except laugh or smirk.

I frowned, feeling something stir in my chest. Grinding my teeth, I pulled my backpack over my shoulder more securely and stomped toward them. Before he knew what was happening I had ripped the sketch book out of Michael's hands, causing him to step back.

"What the hell is this?!" I exclaimed, waving my arm out over the scene.

Michael looked at me in surprise before his expression smoothed over into one of casualness. He glanced down at Dennis, who was still on his knees clutching his bloody nose, then back at me. He shrugged, nonchalant.

"Killing time."

"K-killing time?!" I asked in disbelief. "You call this killing time? What is wrong with you!?"

Michael huffed slightly. "C'mon Gwen, don't be like that. You know this guy is a complete weirdo; always has his head in that notebook. We just wanted to see what was in it."

"And what, punching him in the face was your way of asking to see it?!" I exclaimed, turning away from him in disgust.

I kneeled down next to Dennis and took his arm, pulling him up. "Can you walk?" I asked him gently.

He nodded, not speaking, hand still on his nose, which was dripping. His hair covered his eyes again, so I couldn't see the gaze he was giving the boy next to me. I grabbed his backpack off the ground, handing it to him.

"Gwen, c'mon." Michael huffed, his voice whiny. "We didn't mean to really hurt him. It was just a joke."

I whorled around, disbelief flowing through me. "You call giving someone a bloody nose a joke?!" I screeched in shock. "Stuffing an ice cube down someone's shirt is a joke, Michael; putting salt in the sugar bowl is a joke, but physically hurting someone is not funny! And what are you all laughing at?!" I exclaimed, turning to the group of boys who still surrounded us. They had been watching me yell, amusement in their eyes. "Get outta here, all of you!" I yelled, waving my arms around.

They dispersed, but not before giving me a few amused looks. I knew they weren't taking this seriously, and that made me even angrier. I turned back to Michael, who was looking mad himself now.

"Thanks a lot for embarrassing me." He sneered. "I'll never live down the fact that my girlfriend just yelled at me in front of my friends like a snot nosed kid."

"You are a snot nosed kid and you should be embarrassed!" I yelled, my blood pounding in my ears. "Since when are you such a bully?!"

Without waiting for an answer I grabbed Dennis' arm and started dragging him with me to the bus stop down the street. I didn't bother looking back at Michael, even though I could feel his eyes on my back.

By the time we sat down at the bus stop I had given Dennis some tissues to stop his bleeding nose. We sat in silence, me quietly steaming, him blinking off into space. I could see his eyes now, and to my surprise, they weren't angry. They were thoughtful and glazed over, like he was thinking of something deeply. Finally, he blinked.

"Why do you hang out with him?" he asked quietly.

I sighed, looking up at the sky. "I don't know. Usually he's really sweet, but I don't know what he was thinking back there. I never thought he would do something like this." I said, looking over at him.

He had removed the tissues from his nose, as it had stopped gushing blood. However, his nose and upper lip were stained red. He looked down at the bloody tissues silently.

"I'm really sorry, Dennis." I said, passing him back his torn sketch book. "How does your nose feel?"

"I don't understand why you hang out with him." He repeated, taking the book out of my hand and ignoring my question. He looked up at me with sad eyes. "You're so nice. You deserve to be treated better than that."

My eyes widened. No one had ever said anything to me like that, not even Michael, when he was trying to be all sweet and disgusting. I felt a stab of happiness in my chest, and I smiled at him sadly. "So do you."

He stared at me with dark eyes, some sort of emotion in them I couldn't place. He looked away then, opening his notebook and flipping through it until he came to the very back of the book, the part Michael hadn't torn up. He turned his back to me, so I wouldn't see what he was doing, but I heard him rip a page out. He shuffled around a bit, the paper crinkling, and then he turned back to me. He handed me a folded paper star, like one of those silly origami shuriken kids make in elementary school.

I took it curiously, just as the bus pulled up in front of us. He stood, still looking at me.

"Don't open it until I leave, okay?"

"Um, okay." I said looking down at the small folded star. I looked back at him and smiled. "Thanks!"

He nodded, offering me a small shy smile, just the corners of his mouth turned up. "Thanks for saving me."

After his bus left, I started unfolding the star, carefully, so I wouldn't rip it. My eyes widened in amazement when I saw the drawing.

"Oh, wow."

It was me.

It must have been the view he had of me as I sat beside him in class, because I was facing sideways in the picture, one side of my long hair draped over the desk, the other over my shoulder and down my back. I was hunched over, looking like I was writing something in my notebook, a look of concentration on my face. But I was smiling slightly, my eyes sparkling, happy looking. In the corner, in very neat and small writing, were Dennis' initials, DP. It was almost better than any picture taken with a camera.

END FLASHBACK

I had no idea where that picture had got too. I had tucked it into my notebook, but after that I'm not sure what I had done with it.

I rubbed my forehead, a strong feeling of stupidity washing over me. If anything, that drawing was the biggest clue of Dennis' feelings for me. But I had ignored them. When I had seen him the next time I had thanked him for the drawing, but hadn't asked why exactly he had drawn me like that.

I wonder what might have happened if I had dumped Michael for Dennis back then. I mean, Dennis hadn't been bad looking, just a little dorky. And he had been sweet, like a puppy in need of attention. That was the main reason I had made an effort to talk to him every day in class. He never seemed to have any friends, and if he did I never saw him with them. He had always just seemed…lonely.

Before my thoughts could go any further something hard and cold touched my shoulder, making me jump with a frightened gasp. I whorled around, only to come face to face with the person I was looking for. And he wasn't alone.

Dennis and Gloria smiled at me, their bleached white faces almost luminescent in the darkness.

"Gwen." Dennis breathed, looking at my face with red, joyful eyes. "I'm so happy to see you."

THE CULLEN HOUSE; 3:22 AM

Jacob woke with a start. His heart was pounding in his chest, a thin coating of sweat covering his body. He felt edgy, his body pulsing with energy, muscles jumping and itching to move. His eyes, usually blurry with sleep after just waking up, were clear as he looking at the ceiling above him, unblinking. A nagging feeling was in his gut and head, making his stomach churn with nervousness. Something was wrong.

He moved his arm out, intending to reach for his imprint and pull her against him, but all his hand came into contact with was empty sheets. They were cool, and her scent was thin, tell tale signs that she had been gone for some time.

He was out the bedroom door and down the stairs before he even registered moving. He tore into the living room, taking in the fact that Alice, Edward and Nessie were sitting together on the couch, Seth passed out and snoring in an arm chair across the room.

"Where is she?" he demanded, a low growl in his voice, eyes narrowing.

The two vampires and one halfling looked up at him, Nessie biting her lip and quickly looking away from the angry shape shifter in front of her. Edward looked down at his daughter, expression suddenly one of alarm as he stared at her. He looked over at Alice, whose own expression lightened to one of dawning understanding. They both jumped up, Edward's eyes wide.

"She's gone."

Jacob tore out of the house, barely bothering to open the front door as he shifted, landing in the deep snow with a crash. Quil, who had been circling in front of the door, looked up at him in alarm, squinting through the falling snow.

'What's up, man?' he asked.

Jacob's fur was bristling, his lips pulled back in a snarl as his blood boiled. 'Where is Gwen?!' he thundered angrily.

Quil backed up a step, head and tail lowered in the face of Jacob's rage. 'What are you talking about? I thought she was inside with you.'

'What's your problem, Jacob?' Leah demanded, appearing through the falling snow like a specter.

'Gwen's gone!' Jacob yelled, sticking his nose in the air and inhaling, searching for her scent. 'She's not in the house!'

Edward and Seth appeared then, Seth already shifted. "Nessie says she's gone to meet Dennis, but she doesn't know which way Gwen went." Edward informed with a tone that suggested Nessie was going to be grounded for the rest of her life.

'I found foot prints!' Embry's voice suddenly called out. 'The snow isn't as thick inside the forest, and these are definitely Gwen's foot prints!'

"Alice is staying with Nessie. I'll get the others; you go after Gwen." Edward said, disappearing not a second afterward.

'Go after her, Embry! We're on our way.'

Four giant wolves sprinted into the forest in a blur, kicking up the freshly fallen snow as they went.

3:24 AM

"I'm really happy to see you, Gwen." Dennis smiled happily, taking a step toward me.

I took one back, inhaling and trying to calm my pounding heart. My face felt frozen in an expression of shock and horror, and though I could feel the cold, I felt my temperature rise as my heart tried to jump out of my chest. Behind him, Gloria grinned.

"Listen to her heart beat." She purred, draping one arm over Dennis' shoulder. "It's like a drum, or a fluttering little bird." She laughed. "Are you sure you want her?" she asked, turning her head to look at him. "Looking at her up close like this she doesn't seem like much. Perhaps Maxwell was right."

Dennis frowned, glancing at her in distaste. "Yes, I want her. I told you." He spoke with a hard edge to his voice. He looked back at me and smiled. "She special."

"Dennis." I whispered my throat tight. "What happened to you?"

This was not the same shy, sweet boy I had known back in school. He wasn't as gangly as he had been before; his body looked like he had bulked up, his muscles hard under his already rock-like skin. He was taller, his hair still dark, but it was longer, shaggier, almost to his shoulders. He wore a thin white t-shirt and blue jeans which were ripped across the knees and hems. He had no shoes.

And his eyes, oh god his eyes. They were red, like the reddest apples. Or like…I swallowed, closing my own eyes. The look behind them terrified me. Behind that happy smile, and the happy look in his eyes, he was insane. The insanity in those eyes of his seemed to make my brain numb and freeze my very blood.

"What's the matter, Gwen?" he asked gently, quietly. I heard the crunch of snow as he took another step toward me, and I took another back.

My eyes flew open and I gasped when I felt the rough bark of a tree behind me, cutting off my retreat. He was standing right in front of me now, only a foot or two away.

"Dennis." I gasped. "You're a vampire now…how…" I trailed off, voice fading.

He looked surprised. "Oh, you know about vampires." Then he blinked, laughing and scratching the back of his head, looking almost sheepish. "Well, I guess since you're running around with a pack of werewolves and everything, you would know about us, huh?" he laughed.

"As for how it happened, it was Gloria." He smiled, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the female behind him.

My eyes trailed over to her. She was wearing a black dress that made her look like just her head was there in the darkness. Her white arms were crossed over her chest, and I noticed she suddenly looked impatient, a scowl across her mouth.

"Hurry up, Dennis." She said, looking out the way I came. "I can hear some sort of commotion back at the house. They probably know we're here. Hurry up and change her."

Dennis scowled again, turning to look at her. "In a minute. I want to talk to her first. If you're so bored go play with them or something." He spat, seeming annoyed.

Gloria snapped her head to look at him, bearing her teeth. "You don't give me orders, little boy. If it wasn't for my passing whim you'd be dead right now." She hissed.

Her bloody eyes focused on me. "I should have just changed her myself that night." She started walking toward me.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Dennis pulled back his lips, bearing his teeth as he watched her come closer to me.

"Don't touch her…" he growled lowly, warningly, eyes narrowed.

Ignoring him, Gloria reached for me and I closed my eyes, backing up against the tree as tight as I could, but I knew I wasn't going anywhere.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash, like stone crashing into stone, along with a strangled sound. I opened my eyes, my mouth opening in a gasp of surprise.

Dennis had grabbed Gloria by the throat and was now holding her in the air. "I told you not to touch her!" he screamed as he shook her, his voice so loud I winced.

I watched, feeling my stomach churn as Gloria struggled in his grip, clawing at his hand and arm, making strangled hissing noises as he squeezed her throat. Her eyes were filled with rage as she struggled, looking down into his face.

Then the forest was suddenly filled with loud howls and growls, and with a wave of crunching snow, we were surrounded by wolves. All of them were growling and snapping their jaws in a crescendo of angry noise, their fur brisling, eyes filled with anger and focused on the two vampires in front of us.

The biggest of the wolves took a step forward, and for the first time, I was truly frightened of Jacob in his wolf form. His claws and teeth were bared, fur standing on end, his eyes flowing with rage. He was nearly frothing at the mouth.

"Jacob…" I whispered, but I was sure none of them heard me over the noise they were making.

Dennis didn't seem to notice the arrival of the pack. His face was still angry, but it was smooth, contemplating. Then his mouth split into an insane grin.

"Why should I listen to you? Compared to Max and me, you're the weakest."

He reached up with his other hand and took hold of her arm, and I instantly knew what he was about to do. Gloria's eyes widened in realization, and she started to struggle more vigorously. But there was no way she was breaking out of Dennis' stronger grip.

"Your brother isn't here to help you now." Dennis said sweetly, still smiling. "Goodbye Gloria."

It was like watching a little boy pull apart a Barbie doll, but a hundred times more horrifying. He wrenched her apart easily, the sounds of crunching stone filling the air. He tossed her limbs away carelessly, one of her arms coming to rest across from my feet, in front of one of the wolves I recognized as Embry. I watched as he snatched it up and crunched it in his jaws, shattering it like a crumbling cookie.

It was silent then. Even the pack seemed shocked that he had just tore Gloria to pieces, like a toy he no longer cared for. Dennis stood there, still holding her head. Her face was still frozen in a look of shock and disbelief. He smiled at it.

"Thanks for giving me a second chance at life, but I don't need you anymore." He said, tossing the head up in the air and making her long blond hair fly.

He then turned back to me, smiling pleasantly, and tossed her head over his shoulder, ignoring the thump it made when it hit a nearby tree.

I was gasping, eyes wide and feeling limp, surprised that my legs were still supporting me. One of my hands brushed the pocket with the hair spray in it, and I swallowed, my throat rough and dry. He placed his freezing cold hands on my shoulders, leaning down to peer into my face.

"Don't be scared, Gwen. She was getting to be annoying, with all her orders and telling me what to do all the time." He shrugged. "That was really all she was good for: nagging."

It was then that the pack started growling and snapping again. Dennis glanced at the one closest to me, Embry, with an annoyed look. And then Embry went flying with a pained yelp. He landed on his side with a crash, his legs waving in the air. He was only down for a second before he jumped up, shaking his head, trying to clear it. I noticed there was a long red gash across his snout as he curled back his lips, bearing his long teeth as he focused his eyes back on Dennis.

I gasped, jumping as the rest of the pack let out a loud angry howl, a few of them making a move toward us, but then jerking back, like an invisible string was restraining them. My eyes wandered to Jacob, and I realized why. Dennis had me backed up right against the tree. If any of them jumped at him, they would hit me too. Jacob was holding them back.

His eyes connected with mine, and I could almost hear him yelling at me, telling me how stupid I was for coming out here. He looked furious and anguished and frustrated, his teeth bared and growls escaping his throat. I felt a lump form in my own throat and the backs of my eyes started to sting. I looked back at Dennis, because I couldn't take looking at Jacob like that.

"What did you just do to Embry? And why did you kill Michael and the others?" I asked in a whisper. I was surprised I could still speak, my throat was so tight and dry from holding back tears.

"Why did I kill Michael?" He sounded surprised that I would ask such a question. He smiled at me sweetly. "Because he was a DICK!" He roared suddenly, punching the space next to my head, causing the bark of the tree to splinter and explode.

I screamed, ducking down and clutching the side of my face as I felt the wood rip at my cheek bone and temple. I heard the pack roar, Jacob's the loudest of all. Dennis kneeled in front of me, smiling again, ignoring the pack.

"As for what I just did to your friend there, that's my power. Think of it like telekinesis…sort of. I can make things explode, or tear, or split. All with just my mind. It's cool, huh?" he asked, peering at me like an excited child.

I looked up him through tears, still clutching my face. Behind him, I noticed white figures suddenly appear from the darkness, taking places around the wolves. It was the Cullen family.

"Dennis, don't do this." Carlisle called to him in a diplomatic voice. "You have to know that once you change her you won't make it away from here alive."

Dennis glanced at him over his shoulder, seeming un-phased. "So are you saying that once I do change her, this pack will kill both of us?" He scratched his head, seeming puzzled, but I could tell it was just an act. "Because from what I read about the pack is that imprints are pretty important." He looked back at me. "Isn't that right Gwen?" he asked. "You're an imprint, aren't you." It wasn't a question.

"H-how do you know that?" I whimpered, pressing hard against my cheek bone. I could feel blood starting to seep out of the small nicks.

He shrugged. "We just kind of figured that the pack wouldn't physically bring you into their circle to protect you unless you were important to one of them. If you were anyone else in the tribe, they probably wouldn't have moved you to a house full of vampires, in order to keep their secret."

"Now I have a question for you." He said, grabbing me by my arm and yanking me to my feet.

I stood shakily, looking up at him. His face was serious, but he looked at me with a gentle gaze, even if it was insane.

"Will you become a vampire with me?" he asked, ignoring the frenzied roars and howls of the pack behind him. "It's an awesome life, Gwen, you'd love it!" he exclaimed, spreading his arms out happily.

"You don't know what it's like!" he exclaimed. "It's like everything you once were as a human doesn't matter anymore! You become stronger, faster, and nothing can hurt you anymore. It's like you become invincible! Maybe you'll even get a power! And there's no one to tell you what to do, or boss you around! I'm sure you'd be a great vampire, Gwen!"

"W-why do you want me to be like you? Why?" I asked, lowering my hands from my face.

His eyes instantly zeroed in on the wounds. Behind him, I noticed Edward's own eyes widen, and the rest of the Cullen's shift feverously, along with the pack. Jacob growled loudly, inching forward, eyes fixed on Dennis' back.

"Because you weren't like the others." Dennis whispered, eyes never leaving my face as he took a step forward, raising a hand to cup my cheek.

"What do you mean?" I asked, focusing on him while I moved my hand into my pocket, slowly.

"You never treated me like everyone else. You saw me. You were always nice to me, talked to me. If you hadn't been with that jerk back then, maybe you could have been with me now." He whispered longingly.

His mouth touched my cheek bone, and I shivered as I felt his icy tongue lick the bit of blood that dripped out of the small wounds there. My eyes went to Edward's, thinking about what I was about to do. His eyes widened, shaking his head in panic.

I closed my eyes, pulling out the hair spray, slowly passing it to my other hand. Dennis moved down to my neck, and I could tell he was drunk on the scent of my blood. I was glad, because he didn't notice when I pulled out the lighter from my pocket.

"I'm sorry Dennis." I said, steeling myself as I felt his mouth open against my neck. "But I never had any intention of becoming a vampire."

As I felt his teeth bite into my throat I lit the lighter, positioning the hair spray can in front of the flame…and then I pushed down on the nozzle.

It happened so fast, even now I'm not sure what exactly happened.

I loud pop filled my ears, along with an intense burning sensation along my arms and the smell of something burning. There were roars, like animals screaming and fighting, and then something slammed into my chest, causing a stinging sensation that felt familiar but one I couldn't place. I felt weightless, cold air rushing passed me, and then iciness engulfed my back, like I had lied down in the snow. It was cold and wet down my front, like someone had poured water over me. And then I felt the burn.

It started at my neck and flowed down through my body in squiggly patterns, washing over me like I was standing under a shower head. It was a pleasant burn, stinging just enough to be uncomfortable, annoying. It was almost like an inch you couldn't scratch.

My eyes were open, but I couldn't see anything, nothing at all. I could hear though, and I was just barely aware of the sounds of snapping and howling, roaring and scuffling, like a bunch of animals trampling around.

I could hear voices, beautiful voices speaking, but I couldn't make out the words. The burning was becoming more intense, especially along my arms, and the wetness down my front colder.

And then even that disappeared, and all I was left with was nothingness.

Oh my god, I'm so proud of this chapter! What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Please tell me in a review! I worked on it for literally five hours in one sitting, just so I could get it to you for Christmas, so I think I deserve some reviews for this one :)

There are still some loose ends to tie up before we end it all. Is Gwen alive? A vampire? And what exactly happened to Maxwell? Find out in the last official chapter of Life of a Wolf-Girl.

P.S. What did everyone get for Christmas? Let me know, I love hearing about what people get ^^