I Thought You Could Never Love a Monster. I Was Wrong.

I woke up to the sound of. . . . nothing. Absolute silence. I glanced around the room, I could have swarn I wasn't alone last night. But that didn't matter now. I stumbled my way out of bed and looked on the edge of where I had slept, to be a very cute outfit layed out for me. And I guess that it was all in the making of Alice. It was very cute. Blue jeans, skinny, to be exact. A white top, golden necklace, and blue sandals. Alice has some good taste.

I got dressed quickly and hurried down stairs to find Alice looking at my up and down, like I was a model being inspected.

"Hmm, you look very cute!" She beamed her pearly white smile. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Thank you." I sat at the table and watched as Esme set out a plate of pancakes and sausage for me. I ate carefully, not wanting to gross Rosalie out again. But she and Emmett weren't here. Odd. I looked up to find Edward looking at me. Staring, to be exact. Like he was trying to figure me out.

"That was great, Esme. You're an amazing cook." I said, laughing a little as her smile become fully wide. "Shouldn't we be off to school, now?"

"Yes, Emmett and Rose already got a head start. Alice and Jasper will come with us in my car," the calm voice of Edward's made me feeling ditzy. But I think I liked it, a lot.

"Alright, well, let's go, then." I jumped up, rushing to get out of there. I felt at ease once I was in the garage, for the garage door was opened and I saw Alice and Jasper in the back seat of a shiney silver Volvo. Man they were rich.

Edward followed me out and led me to the passenger side. He opened the door for me like a gentleman. "Thank you," I smiled at him. His smile was nice, but not my favorite smile.

Once Edward was in the car, he drove off, precisely very fast. Too fast for my taste. I held on to the seat that I was in, and Jasper couldn't help but let out a slight giggle, as did Alice. Edward, on the other hand, just smirked and kept his eyes on the road.

"Do you mind slowing down just a little bit? I don't feel like being killed, Edward." My voice was in a demanding tone. But before I could make sure he heard me a second time, he was turning into the school parking lot. He parked his car and we all got out. I got a lot of stares from a lot of students. And even some teachers.

I glanced over at Alice, her and Jasper holding hands. And out of no where Emmet and Rosalie were joining us as well. They claimed eachother's hands. I felt oddly out of place. And I didn't like that feeling. I never liked that feeling. As a matter of fact-

"Remy, what's wrong?" Edward's voice rang in my ears again. But I knew I couldn't tell him anything.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. Why?" I insisted. But the look on his face showed that he didn't believe me in any way. But before he could ask me again and push it out of me, the bell rang and I ran to my locker to grabs my books. We walked off to Calculus together, but not actually together- as in dating wise. I knew he didn't find me appealing. Who did?

I got into the room and sat in my seat next to Edward. The bell rang again, signaling that class had started. Mr. Grant started his lesson and I couldn't pay attention. I wasn't in the mood for school. I wanted to leave. What happened over the weeked wouldn't leave my mind. It was glued in there, tied, and nailed there so it wouldn't leave. Or that first day of school. It was drastic, and I couldn't feel the need to do anything but think about it. I soon realized that I had been crying. It was a light cry, so I didn't cause any attention. Except for Edward. He looked at me with worry in his eyes.

"Remy," he whispered, "What are you thinking about?" he asked. I looked up and met his eyes, which slighty widened then go back to it's normal shape. Then he questioned me with the answer that I could never feel strong enough to answer truthfully.

"Are you alright? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he seemed rushed, so he asked every question with precise care and thoughtfulness.

I wiped my face and assured him, "Nothing. And I'm fine. Don't worry about it. Nothing's wrong." I turned back down to my paper, where I had only just doodled faint drawings with meanings of nothing. The bell rang then, and I grabbed my things and ran out of class.

I went through my classes fast, surprisingly. But then lunch came around and I didn't know where I was to sit. By myself? Or with the Cullens?

I lined up to grab my lunch and paid for it. Once that job was done, I started to walk over to the Cullen's table. People were still staring at me, like a shiney toy. Still. Ridiculous.

But then I saw Rosalie and she came up to me. Which was quite a shock. Once she approached me, she led me out into the hall way, and I only got a short glance of everyone except Edward sitting at the table.

"Remy. You've got to stop with your moping. Okay? The first day in our house, your screaming was horrible, and I don't think anyone wants to hear you scream about your pitiful parents. And, i'm sorry, but it's just bring everyone down. Especially Edward. It's ruining everything. If you weren't that damn stupid to be the damsel in distress, none of this would have happened. " She was so fierce, her words cutting deep into me. As she walked off, I couldn't move.

Her words had done enough damage now. I dropped my lunch and ran down the hall way, and outside into the parking lot. I didn't care if I didn't have a ride, or anywhere to go, I just wanted to leave. I was hurt. And it pained me that someone, Rosalie, would say that to me.

As I looked around for a place to go, I saw the woods. But they didn't seem like the woods that everyone freaked out over. They looked peaceful. A nice place to think. I didn't feel the need to let anyone know where I was going. It wouldn't hurt to go and think for awhile. Maybe cry for some time, would it? I don't think I'll die in a damned forest. I laughed at my dark humor.

Then I realized that I was forgetting my bag in the lunch room, but I didn't care. I started my walk towards the grass, which diddn't look to dry. But as I said before, I didn't care.

I ran up the steep hill, slipping in the wet grass. I got some green stains on my jeans, but they weren't mine in the first place. Then I started to horrible for even thinking of that. Thinking to be so selfish to make that though appear. But then I finally made it to the beginning of the forest. The doors of the world that I didn't know of. But I was going to discover it, now.

I grabbed branches to hold myself up just in case I slipped. I stumbled my way in, falling at moments, and cutting my hand in the process. I only had a few scratches, and I felt proud that I hadn't really hurt myself again.

I found a spot to sit down and think. It was very deep in the forest, so I hoped no one would find me. I leaned back against a willow tree and cried. I hated this. Every word out of someone's mouth has made some slit in my chest. I cried for the longest time, until I began to realize that it was probably past school hours. Atleast an hour or two. But I didn't care.

I wiped my face just a tad bit later. I stood up and brushed the dirt off of my butt and stumbled forward a little, but I caught myself. But as I was fixing myself up straight, I had a rush come from behind me. The bushes were moving, and there was definately no wind. I turned in another direction on impulse as another gush went past me. It was an invisible force, I thought. But then I heard sniffing. And it wasn't a small quite puppy sniff. It was like a giant animal sniff. I felt a a rush of air right behind me and I was to scared to turn around. I closed my eyes and inhaled. When I turned around, a giant wolf was standing before me.

The color of him was a russet brown color. It's eyes stood out to me, as if they were telling me not to be frightened. But I panicked and stumbled back, falling again. I scraped my back in the process and let out a small yell. The animal came closer, smelling me while it did.

I scrambled to my feet and started running. I ran as fast as my feet could take me. The dirt floor blurred below me as i felt a surge of adrenaline. The unsteady thump of my footsteps echoed in my ears and I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. I screamed as I ran, not daring to looking behind me. I ran much faster as I hear a howl that seemed far too close. I ran and ran, and then the only thing stopping me was the branch sticking out from under me. I tripped and fell on my face. The small hill slumped down and I fell and kept rolling down, hitting every part of my body while flying down the hill.

When I stopped rolling, my vision blurred as I saw a giant black wolf hover over me. Then the russet brown wolf hover over me as well. I thought I heard myself screaming. Screaming like hell, my lungs burning from the air that was taken away from my running. But when I tried to move, it was as if i was paralyzed. I tried again, but my vision blurred even more as I saw four pale faces begin to hover. I saw glimpses of what was going on.

The blonde, for what I could tell, was crouch in an animal-like position. But the short pixie one- I think- went in front to protect her mate. The two others, a bronze haired boy, I believe and a taller blonde man looked calm.

The wolves looked angry, like they were trying to take me for themselves. But those pale faces that, in a lot of ways, remind me of the Cullens, they seemed to want to save me.

My eyes closed shut and it was all black. But I was then lifted up, into those strong arms again. His tough frame, all over again. He was saving me.

Edward saved me again. But then. . . what about the others?

The glimpses came back into my mind. The blonde boy. . . Jasper.

The small pixie girl. . . Alice.

The bronze haired boy. . Edward.

The taller blonde man. . . Carlisle.

All of them crouching in an a way that only animals did when protecting their families. . . or their food.

Talking to those wolves that wanted to kill me. Or save me as well?

All of the thinking made my head spin. I could feel myself being tightly held in Edward's arms. I felt the wind in slight ways. Like we were on a motorcycle or something. But I was on a motorcycle once, and what was happening now, was much. much faster.

I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I had no control. I thought I has moved my mouth to form the words, "Edward." before I was, once again, swallowed by the blackness.