Night Call

"If you want to get out alive
Go-oh, run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Go-oh, run for your life."

Three Days Grace - Get Out Alive

The sun shining through the window blinded my eyes even though they were closed. For being such a woodsy area is sure did get sunlight. Sunlight? My eyes flew open when I realized it was a sunny morning. With a quick yawn I sat up and looked around, an outfit at the end of my bed caught my eyes.

I stood up and rounded the bed, looking down at the clothes with curious eyes. Who in the world left clothes for me. I made a mental list of names and immediately crossed Rosalie. No way in hell would she willingly give me her clothes. That left only two names left.

I picked up the lush, pink cardigan up and one look at the tag on it gave me my answer. Alice. Only she would let me borrow her clothes. Well, no, I suppose Esme would, but she was much taller then me. I smiled and picked up the Capri jeans and the floral tank top. She was a colorful person.

Trying to be as stealthy as possible, I opened my door and tip toed down the hall. A part of me felt stupid for trying to sneak around. They were vampires, they probably heard the change in my breathing pattern when I woke up. Still, I felt like tip toeing around gave me a sense of normalcy. So I went on.

Eventually, I found the bathroom and was surprised to find a plastic grocery bag placed on the counter. I picked it up to find holes cut at the bottom. Just enough for me to put my fingers through. This along with the clothes warmed my heart. They took into consideration my cast and well being. So with a lighter heart I turned on the water and stripped down.

The bag had worked wonders and I stepped out of the shower with a dry cast and cleansed body. I felt rejuvenated and new.

Quickly drying off, I tossed my brown hair up into a ponytail and dressed into the clothes, giving myself a once over as I rolled the sleeve over the cast, the last thing I wanted to do was stretch the expensive material. I left the bathroom and made a quiet descent down the stairs. There everyone was waiting.

I stopped as I entered the kitchen, looking around at all the vampires standing around the counter. "... morning." Esme stepped around the corner and gestured to the fridge.

"We stocked up this morning." She opened it to reveal a seriously full fridge. Everything for any type of meal or snack was in there from fruit to cake. I gasped. Not even my fridge had food like this. I noticed there were two of something things, one regular and the other organic. "We didn't know if you were vegan or only ate organic food or not. So we bought a little of everything."

I wanted to cry. Never in my life has anybody been so gracious to me. The ache in my heart throbbed. Only in alternate dimensions are people this nice.

"Are you hungry?" She asked with hopeful eyes. How could I say no to her? I smiled and told her I was starving. From the counter I could see Edward smile. He had read my thoughts on Esme. I quickly looked away and avoided eye-contact with him. I felt so stupid for forgetting he could read me. I felt open, like my secrets were no longer my own.

"What would you like for breakfast? Omelet?" She pulled out eggs and chuckled. "A Grand Slam?" I smiled, I didn't think she'd know what a Grand Slam was.

"Trust me," Edward spoke, a smile in his voice, "Esme can cook anything." I glanced at Edward and gave him a quick smile. At least he was trying, right?

"A Grand Slam sounds delicious, thank you." She beamed and began to pull all the items needed from the fridge, humming happily to herself. I looked at the others and noticed that Dr. Cullen was missing. I wonder where he went.

"Carlisle got called in. He left early this morning." Edward answered my unasked question.

"Oh... okay. Thanks." He smiled and nodded his head.

"You wanna sit down?" Alice gestured to the stool between her and Emmett. I looked at Esme who nodded her head and cautiously approached the counter, careful not to hit the corner as I rounded it. Emmett grinned and pulled the stool back for me. I quietly thanked him and sat down, but shrieked when I was pushed in a little forcefully.

"Emmet." Esme scolded him. He smiled sheepishly and apologized to me.

"Sorry, sometimes I forget how big and strong I am." He flexed dramatically. I couldn't help but grin widely. He made me feel so comfortable with his goofy humor. From the end of the counter Jasper scoffed. "Hey - you got something to say, Jas?" Jasper rolled his eyes and shrugged his brothers jokes away. "Ah, you're no fun."

Everything was silent, the only thing heard was the sound of bacon and eggs cooking. I inhaled through my nose deeply, taking in the wonderful smell of bacon and groaned in hunger - all eyes suddenly on me.

My skin burned in embarrassment. I sounded as if I've never had food before, it wasn't my fault though, the food at the hospital wasn't the best and it had been 8 days since my last decent meal. "...sorry." I rubbed the back of my neck. Esme smiled and placed a plate of bacon, eggs, pancakes and hash browns in front of me.

"Anything to drink?"

"Um, water?"

"Oh, come on! We just went shopping! You gotta' get something else other than water." Emmett exclaimed and patted my back as if I was an old friend. I didn't know what I wanted, I felt like I was imposing on their lives just by being there. But I didn't want to make Esme feel bad after the cooking and buying everything for me.

"...do you have chocolate milk?"

"There we go!" He stepped away from the counter and open a cupboard, pulling out a bottle of chocolate syrup and a tall glass. He then grabbed the milk from the fridge and in a flash was back next to me at the counter. He put everything down and grinned. "Mind if I make it? I've never done it before."

I laughed an nodded my head. "By all means."

"Yes!" He uncapped the milk and filled 3/4 of the glass, doing the same with the chocolate and squeezing the bottle. He wasn't kidding when he said he's never done it before, nearly a quarter of the glass was filled with chocolate syrup. My eyes widened at the amount he put in. "Did I do it wrong?" He asked when he noticed the look on my face.

"No! It's just... that's a lot of chocolate."

"Oh." He frowned and peeked into the glass.

"Not that I don't like it chocolaty!" I quickly added. "It's the best." I did my best not to laugh as he picked up a spoon and began to stir it. Where the spoon came from? I had no idea. The white milk turned into a dark brown, looking more like a glass of chocolate syrup then chocolate milk.

He tapped the spoon against the edge of the glass and handed to me, a large smile plastered across his face. I took the glass and cautiously looked inside, wondering if this cup alone would cause me to have diabetes. From his side of the counter Edward snorted. I looked up at him and smiled before taking a sip, suppressing the urge to gag at how chocolaty it was. "It's good." I lied making a sour face.

He was obviously proud of himself. He puffed out his chest and wiggled his eyebrows at Rosalie who rolled her eyes and gave a irritated sigh. I remained silent as I ate my breakfast, taking very small sips of my chocolate-chocolate milk. Surprisingly enough it was delicious, better then anything I've ever had. For not eating Esme sure did know how to cook.

Alice walked around the counter to the other side across from me and leaned over onto her elbows, resting her chin on her fists. "Evelyn?"

"Hmm?" I looked up from my plate, a piece of bacon in my mouth.

"When was the last time you had a haircut?" I could see her eyeing my brown hair, an evil gleam in her eyes as she stared down my split ends and dead hair. I chewed on the piece of bacon in my mouth thinking over her question. When was the last time I had a haircut?

I swallowed the food. "About a year ago I think." She 'tsked' and shook her head. What had I done? I was confused and looked around, but nobody told me what I had done wrong. Was it my hair? Did it really look that bad? Subconsciously, I began to play with the ends of the hair on my ponytail, frowning at how dry they were feeling after I had just taken a shower.

Maybe it was time for another haircut. I shrugged and continued eating.

"You three ready?" Esme asked as she placed the pans in the sink and turned to face Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie. Where were they going?

"Yup, ready as I'll ever be!" Emmett exclaimed.

"Ready?" I looked around confused. Esme stepped behind me and placed a cold hand on my shoulder.

"Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper and I are going to hunt. It's been a few days since we last... ate." I couldn't help but cringe at the last word: ate. So simple yet coming from them it sounded so terrifying. And then I realized she said three. Why only them three.

Edward, again, answered my unasked question. "Carlisle, Alice and I already hunted. So we'll be staying here." I nodded my head as if I understood, which I didn't and looked down at my near empty plate. Esme gave my arm a gentle squeeze before nodding to the others. Suddenly, the kitchen was empty accept for me, Edward and Alice.

Alice sighed and stood up. "Well... I'm gonna go upstairs and get ready."

"Ready for what?" I looked between the both of them. She gave Edward a pointed look and he chuckled, shaking his head at her as she suddenly disappeared. I sometimes forget how fast they are. I looked around for her then back up at Edward. "...ready for what?"



I knew this was going to happen. I should have said something when I saw the look in her eyes.

I frowned, playing with my now shoulder length hair. It wasn't bad, just short. I've been so used to my long hair that I forgot what short hair felt like - how freeing it was.

I continued to stair at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was no longer mid back but now reaching my shoulders in layers. Not only was it cut but dyed as well. Instead of its natural dark brown, near black it was now a lighter brown - like coffee. I sighed as I ran my hands through my choppy hair.

I guess it was okay.

I opened the door to the bathroom and shut it quietly, making my way back down the stairs to find the living room empty. I looked around, baffled by the sudden vacancy. Wasn't everyone just here? Everyone had returned from the hunt hours ago and were talking in the living room, but it was empty.

I heard a door being opened in the kitchen and walked towards the sound think it was one of the Cullens; however, a Cullen was not what I found. I stopped in my tracks and stared at the girl grabbing water from the fridge. She was around my age, pale with brown hair and eyes. Even though she looked nothing like Kristen Stewart I knew who I was facing.

Bella Swan.

We stared at each other, both surprised to see a human in the house. She seemed more surprised by my sudden appearance then me and slowly set the glass down on the counter, eyeing me warily. I didn't know if I should step closer or away, afraid of what she might say. She was probably the only other human I was going to have contact with in this house, I needed to make a good impression or I'd be left chatting with the dead. Not that the Cullens weren't great, they just reminded me that things weren't right.

I decided to speak first. "Uhm... hi." I gave her a small wave. She eyed my cast and frowned.

"What happened to you?"

"Oh, this?" I placed my hand over the cast. "I got into a accident last week." Her eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened at those words.

"That was you?" She sounded shocked, like she was surprised I was even alive. "That was a pretty big accident."

"...yeah, it was." The fact that I had recently been in a major accident seemed to ease her and she stepped forward, picking up the glass of water. I shifted my my uncomfortably, unsure as to what I should be doing.

"I'm Bella." She approached me and reached her hand. I eyed it for a moment before placing my right one in hers and shaking it.

"Evelyn." Then it became awkward. Nothing wrong had happened, Bella just seemed to have a awkward personality - one of those people that wouldn't talk unless spoken to first. I kind of hated those people, they always seemed to irritate me, but for some reason it worked for her.

So there we stood, in the middle of the kitchen not really knowing what to do or say. I thought of all the things I could talk about but none of them seemed to be the right one. I couldn't talk to her about school, sports, make up, clothes, animals or anything normal; bringing up vampires and werewolves didn't seem like the best thing to ask either.

Luckily, I wasn't the one to mention them.

"So... how do you know the Cullens?" She was curious. I didn't mind, I'd be just as curious if I were her. I couldn't tell her the truth, though. I needed the Cullens' help, not hers.

"Dr. Cullen and his wife invited me to stay for a bit."

"Why?' She said it with a look that caused me to glare at her. I had a bad habit of trying to start fights with people that seemed to rub me the wrong way, but I had to remind myself that she didn't understand or know of the situation - at least I hoped not.

I took a calm breath and shrugged. "I can't go home." She whispered a quiet 'oh' and played with the glass between her fingers. Part of me hoped that she'd leave it at that and not ask many questions. And she didn't. She simply nodded her head and took another sip of her water.

"Um..." She shifted awkwardly on her feet and then pointed at the door behind her with her thumb. "I gotta' go."

"Oh, alright. Bye then." I gave her a small wave a watched as she placed the glass in the sink and walk out the door, glancing at me before shutting it. I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding and turned around only to come face to face with Rosalie.

I shrieked and placed a hand over my beating heart. "Oh my God!" She ignored my cry and glared down at me, her arms crossed over her chest and a fierce look in her eyes. Now I felt scared. Rosalie always seemed intimidating, even in the books.

"What are you doing here?" I waited until my heart had calmed down before speaking in a breathless voice.

"I was thirsty."

"Not here. What are you doing here?" She emphasized the 'here' and instantly knew what she was talking about. She wanted answers, now. I shook my head, I didn't have the answers she wanted.

"... I don't know."

"Don't play dumb. You know something, we all know you know something." She took a step closer, even her walk had an attitude. Instinctively, I took a step back, feeling like a hunted animal that was confronted by the predator. My palms began to sweat and chest heaved. What did she think I was going to do? She spoke again, her voice low and menacing. "You better watch out. I';; be keeping my eye on you." And with that she shoved past me, opening the door and slamming it behind herself.

My breathing was ragged still, trying to keep up with my still frantic heart. If I had anymore surprises like that I was going to have a heart attack before I can save Margaret and get us out of here.

With shaky legs I walked out of the kitchen and into the main living room, everyone was still gone. Maybe they had gone out the back door like Rosalie and Bella. For a moment I thought about following them until I realized that this might be my only time to explore.

I looked down at my feet and smiled when I saw that I was wearing my shoes. Perfect. I didn't have to go upstairs and change them. Quickly as I could I sprinted to the front door and opened it, slowly peeking my head out and looked around before stepping out into the open.

The air smelled like it did on the first night of my new apartment. My heart ached as I remembered the sounds of Margaret shouting at the box for tearing. I smiled sadly. She was always a klutz. I had always told that she reminded me of Bella, always getting herself into trouble or tipping over her own feet - that girl was simply uncoordinated.

I breathed deeply, my smile widening as I approached the forest. I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. For some reason it seemed even more magnificent in this Forks rather then Forks. I was pretty sure they were the same. Maybe it was the fact that it was Twilight Forks and not Washington, Forks - a small town in the Olympic Peninsula.

Twigs and dry grass crunched beneath my feet as they carried me farther and father into the woods. I scanned the forest ground, awed by the insects and small animals I found. Never in my life would I have thought that I'd move to such a beautiful place; a place so pure or nature. I wonder if this is what heaven looked like.

I walked on and on, touching trees and picking up flowers I saw on the floor. Every now and then I'd make a small bouquet of flowers and then place them at the bottom of trees - a habit I've had since I was 4.



I had been walking so long I didn't realize how dark and cold it had gotten, luckily I had Alice's sweater to wear and it kept me toasty warm. I was stupid though. I knew full well about what kind of creatures roamed these woods at night, why did I think I'd be safe just because it was a fictional world.

I had forgotten what I told myself. If I got hurt, I got hurt for real.

Not only did I break my rule and forget where I was, I had unexpectedly crossed the treaty line. It wouldn't have been such a big deal if I were a regular person that smelled human. But I didn't. I was wearing Alice's sweater, and in doing so, I now smelled like vampire.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I knew I was being watched. By what exactly, I didn't know, just that it meant to cause me great harm. So, without looking back I took and deep breath and ran. I sprinted at first, hoping to outrun whatever it was following me, but once I heard those growls I knew that was ever it was was out for blood; my blood.

Even though I've screamed at the people in movies for looking back I had the urge to catch a glimpse of what was chasing me. As quickly as I could I glanced back and gasped. Behind me was a wolf, a large one that was coming up real fast.

It seemed small at first from the distant it was at but it grew as it got closer and closer and that when I realized I had made a grave mistake. I was being chased by werewolves.

I screamed - as loud as my lungs would allow me and continued to run, crying out loud as I ran around trees and jumped over logs. I could feel it getting closer, coming up onto my feet as it snapped and snarled. My heart thudded in my chest and my lungs burned, I felt like I was loosing oxygen.

Suddenly, out of no where a large black wolf appeared before me and snapped out towards me. I screamed in fright and was able to dodge the bite, barley missing it as it teeth tore the materiel of the sweater. I screamed out in pain when it's tooth grazed the skin on my shoulder. And that's when I knew I really was in trouble.

I continued to run, crying and praying to God. As I ran I made the stupid mistake of looking back and slammed right into a oncoming tree, the air knocked out of my lungs. I gasped in pain and fell onto the floor, my chest heaving and my body shaking.

The snapping and snarling wolves approached me, but before they could do anything something collided into the large black one, knocking it over and crashing it into a near tree. I covered my head with my hands refusing to look up, crying in a ball on the floor.

All I heard around me was snarling, growling and crashing. The sound of solid objects colliding harshly, like a wall slamming into another.

Suddenly the fighting stopped and all I heard were shouts. The familiar voice of Emmett and one I hadn't heard before screaming at each other like wild animals, though Emmett's voice held more of an animalistic sound.

"...nearly broke the treaty!" the strange voice shouted.

"I don't give a DAMN about the treaty! You almost killed her!" Emmett roared back.

"She's one of your kind! If she crosses then she deserves to die!"

"LOOK AT HER!" He bellowed "Does she look like a vampire to you?!" Everything went silent. All that could be heard were my sobs as I tried to curl my self into a tighter ball, wishing the world would end everything would just disappear.

The sounds of feet approaching startled me and I cried hysterically when a hot hand touched my exposed shoulder, flinching away with painful screams. I still felt hunted and was unaware that I was safe and began to beg for my life.

"Please don't kill me! PLEASE! I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!" I began to shake, my body wearing out from the mental and physical exhaustion. The hand tried to touch me again and only caused me to cry harder. I didn't want to be touched by them - not after this.

A deep voice broke through my cries, sincere and saddened. "I'm sorry... we didn't- "

"You didn't give her a chance, that's what you didn't do! I should kill you, you- "

"Emmett." Dr. Cullen voice chimed like heaven to my ears. I looked up to see him standing in front of the other Cullens all except Edward. He looked down at me and I saw something flash in his eyes, but it was gone before I could see what it was.

He looked back to his family and nodded, excusing them. Esme nodded back to him and gestured for the others to follow her, the one who refused to leave was Emmett.

I pushed my self up and looked around with my bloodshot eyes. There Emmett stood, looking like a threatened bear about to attack. In front of him stood a large man with choppy hair, cut off shorts, copper colored skin and a tattoo on his shoulder. Behind him stood a large russet wolf which stared at me with intense eyes.

I inwardly gasped, realizing who was in the woods with us.

He approached Emmett and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze and whispering something in his ear. Emmett seemed to calm down and looked from the wolves then to me, his expression softening. He nodded his head at whatever it was Carlisle said and began to walk towards me.

Dr. Cullen stepped forward and took on a business-like attitude. "Gentlemen, it seems like we have a problem."

"What is a human doing with you? You know the rules, Cullen." The man interrupted Dr. Cullen.

"Of course, and we've kept our end of the treaty. No harm is going to come to her - not from us that is." He gave the a pointed glance and the man seemed angered by this.

"She crossed the line - she smelled like you." The man, who I assumed was Sam defended himself and Jacob.

"Understandable, but that doesn't justify you nearly killing her."

The man seemed to be at war with himself as he frowned at the vampire's words. He had nearly betrayed all he stood for, all he stood to protect. He watched me with defeated eyes as Emmett gently picked me up off the floor. I peeked behind Emmett's shoulder as we slowly made our way through the darkness in back towards the house.

My eyes connected with brown ones - the intensity of them making me look away. I sighed deeply and hiccuped, snuggling closer into Emmett's cold body as I began to give away to the exhaustion and closed my eyes.