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An Unheard Whisper

Sienne is a high-class, high-maintenance girl who lives and fights in the fast paced fashion industry. So what happens when she suddenly finds herself in the relatively calm and unstylish place of Forks, Washington? Read and find out! (Enticing isn't it?) Jacob/OC


5. Chapter 5

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The cool blank glow of the hospital lights greeted me as I woke up in a panic. Where was I? Where were my friends and why was I hurting so badly?

"She's awake," I heard someone say. It sounded distant, like there were plugs in my ear or something.

"Put her under again."

Hands tried to put a mask around my mouth and nose. I pushed them away confused and fearful.

"Calm down, it's alright," they said, "Its ok."

But it wasn't ok. Somewhere in my recent memory I saw the bright lights of the surrounding police cars and ambulance. I could smell the alcohol and blood, and I could feel the crushing weight of dashboard being slammed up against my chest.

In the end I didn't need the mask, I passed out all by myself.

A scream woke me. I started, pushing myself off the ground so I was sitting up. My chest was rising up and down quickly with heavy breathing and I realized it was me who screamed. It was so dark and very cold. Judging by the constant wind that kept blowing my hair around my face I wasn't in the Call's living room. But where then? Obviously outside, but why? It seemed really stupid of me to fall asleep outside.

I sniffled and tried to repress the tears that were a result from my nightmare. Then I remembered Jacob. That idiot Jacob Black. And then our argument and then how I decided I would take a detour home so I could avoid him. Oh I avoided him alright. And lucky for me just about every other form of civilization. Great, Sienne, who's the idiot now?

Groaning I scooted closer to the trunk of the tree I had taken shelter under. Leaning against it I tried to ignore my throbbing feet. Wrapping my long arms around my lean torso I fantasized being warmer with a hot cup of tea and the newest copy of Vogue in my hands. Unfortunately, its pretty hard to imagine away a constant drizzling rain and the aching feeling that comes when you realize that if someone wanted to have found you they would've.

Somewhere in the distance a wolf howled.

I nearly wet myself. Wolves? Who said anything about wolves?

Another one cried into the damp night air. Of course it could've been the same one, I'm no expert on wolf distinction.

"Please, oh please, don't be hungry," I whispered pathetically to the forest, "Please stay away and someone please find me."

Quite suddenly something large dropped from the upper branches of the tree and landed, crouched on all fours, in front of me.

My hands flew up to my mouth and I screamed. I mean I really screamed, just like they do in horror movies. A sweet clean gut-wrenching yell.

At first I thought the thing before me was an animal, like a cougar or something. But then it chuckled. A low, quite beautiful chuckle, if chuckles can be called beautiful. I whimpered, afraid of the man- beasty chuckler thing.

"I'm sorry," the man spoke (speaking automatically ruled out animal), "I didn't mean to frighten you."

He stood. I wanted to say, "Then try not falling out of trees around me." But my tongue was tied. Instead I swallowed and hugged myself tighter.

"Don't worry," he-whoever he was- assured, "I won't hurt you. I'm here to help you."

"That's what they all say," I muttered through my chilled lips, "And then suddenly no one sees you until the police find your body. Face down in a ditch."

He laughed, "I've no idea what you're talking about."

"You're going to murder me," I spat, trying to rise. But my injured feet would not hold my weight and I collapsed.

The man caught me before I reached the ground. My eyes widened. That was super fast. His grip was firm, but didn't hurt. But it wasn't his speed or grasp that surprised me most. It was how cold his hand felt against my bare arms. His touch practically burned because it was so frigid. And I wasn't the warmest either, so that was saying something.

The little light that the moon was shedding fell upon the stranger's face.

I inhaled sharply. He was beautiful. Ridiculously so. More gorgeous than the old Italian paintings or European sculptures. His nose wasn't straight, but perfectly curved, like ones you would often see in old Greek artwork. I couldn't imagine Narcissus having a prettier nose. His cheekbones were high, and even more pronounced than mine. And the way the light was hitting his jaw it seemed amazingly angled.

This man more gorgeous than any of the models I had worked with. And I had worked with and criticized many.

And amazingly enough, my vanity didn't feel hurt by his magnificence. Instead I was entranced by it.

However, his eyes were a little strange. Not any less stunning, but still strange. They were red. Not like the bright red lipstick I was accustom to wearing- but like ruby red. Deeper than deep.

Well out goes that tube of lipstick, I thought.

"Now," the drop dead gorgeous scary eyed person began, "You're Sienne Parks, correct?"

His accent rang Italian. But it wasn't like the Italians I had heard before. It sounded more... ancient, if that was even possible.

"Y...y..yes. Yes I am Sienne," I stammered and then cleared my throat, "How did you know? And who are you? What right do you have sneaking up on me like that?"

"Hold on now," he smiled ( I swooned a bit), "I can only answer one question at a time."

A wolf howled to the moon a ways off (that's what wolves do, right? Howl to the moon and all?).

I barely noticed, but my companion did. In the next moment he was several feet away from me, his body tense.

"I'm afraid I can't answer any of your questions right now," he mumbled, "This is far more complicated than I imagined. Perhaps next time yes?"

I nodded and then he was gone.

"What the crap was that?" I berated myself, after I was sure he couldn't here me, "You acted like an idiot! You're Sienne Parks, famous model, most promising fashion disi-aaaaaAAAHHH!"

Something came crashing through the underbrush straight towards me.

It halted. "Sienne?"

I placed my hand against my racing heart. I was just not meant for these constant surprises! "Embry?" I managed to squeak.

"What are you-?" he pause and sniffed the air. Yeah, I mean like actually sniffed, like a dog.

Ignoring his strange behavior I asked, "You mean you didn't even know I was gone?"

That hurt a lot more than it should have.

"No, well, uh... we've been kind of busy."

"With what?" I asked angrily.

"Oh just forget it," he muttered, "Were you with anyone?"

"Well there was someone here, but-" I began.

"Was he cold and pale?" his questioned sounded urgent, but it didn't seem relevant to me. My feet still hurt and I was freezing!

"He was cold, but I couldn't tell if he was pale. But he did have these weird red eyes."

He growled. Or it sounded like a growl. Man, this kid was either going through a strange "dog" stage or there was something seriously wrong with him. Honestly they seemed to go hand in hand to me.

"Get up," he said demandingly- I didn't like it, "You've got to come with me."

"Oh gee, I wonder were else I would go after being lost for several hours!" I pointed out, very annoyed.

He ignored that and focused on the fact that I had not moved. "Come on," he said, "We've got to go."

"No," I told him stubbornly, folding my arms and lifting my chin.

He groaned, "Really, Sienne, I don't have time for you to act like a baby."

"I'm not acting like a baby," I retorted, not wanting to reveal that the real reason I couldn't get up was because of my feet. "You go along. Have fun. Enjoy your evening."

He sighed, bent and picked me up with out any effort at all and then started to run. "You're impossible," he declared, more to himself than to me.

His body was very warm and felt very good against my chilled one so I didn't retort. Instead, after several minutes, I began to drift off to sleep, lulled by the constant rhythm or Embry's long stride. Before I closed my eyes the face of the mysterious man flashed before me. Who was this gorgeous stranger?