ooc: Oh, you suck!

Angie didn't have a clue what was going on when they vanished suddenly and reappeared in a place that was most definitely not Forks. She stared at Novak quizzically before he disappeared, abandoning her atop some ice cap. "What the hell??" she mumbled, eyes expanding to the size of saucers and glancing around. "That...that...jerk!" she screamed, wringing her hair at the roots and screeching. It was not like anyone could hear her. Angie howled as she was once more deserted. All because of one bad deed. One bad deed. What was she to do? Submit as the wolves devoured her. How could he be...so cruel? Curling up in the snow, hardly feeling the icy resonance in her bones, she stared around the desolate land. Now, she really wanted to cry. Angie deserved this, she understood. But why? He barely knew her. Who was he to judge. She repeated those sentences to herself as she slowly picked her rail thin body up and held her head high in disdain. He'd not get away with this. Never!
Sighing and shaking her head, Angie muttered a quick word of reassurance to herself and trudged to a path she judged to be North. Finding an ocean was the starting point.

I'm just stiff. She said to him, lifting her paws, seeing if anything was sprained. Forcing her hind legs to move, she slowly pushed herself up to a staggering position. Are you ok Sam? She asked, trying not to sound too concerned for their leader. And there's no need to apologize. She said sharply. I would have done it for any one of us.

Barking once in response to Paul, she chanced a look around, noticing the clearing was empty except for their pack. Did someone give chase? She asked, counting the werewolves. And what was that about another one of us? She thought, emphasizing on the word us. Who was this new werewolf that decided to join their midst now?

Alice turned around in his arms, as if looking for something. A clue or something like that. "One of them must have changed direction," She finally evaluated looking back up at him.

"We should head back. Carlisle will be wondering where we are" Alice proposed with a small smile.

Jasper nodded and squeezed her hand reassuringly. They set off at a run, whizzing through the forest like a bullet out of a gun and then...they stopped outside the house. He dusted himself off, and stepped inside.

Hugo set off at a run, whizzing through trees, until he was in a new countryside, a new setting. It began to get colder as he headed North, and then, he could hear her in his thoughts. She was screaming out to him, like a lost child awaiting to be found. As he began to get closer, snow started to fall in huge flakes. It was icy.

"Not so nasty now." He said soothingly, skidding to a halt beside Angie. He looked like an ice prince who had appeared out of nowhere. Snow had settled in his white blonde hair and stuck to his eyelashes. "We got off to a bad start earlier. I'm not usually like that it's just...when I heard you calling to me two weeks ago, I was so sure that you wanted me. I never imagined you'd be...well..." Hugo looked at her.

Steeling himself against the groans of pain emitting for the the two injured, Seth paced around, silent and deep in thought. As Leah struggled to move to her feet, Seth neared her, nudging her with his body to help her stay up and for support. Hearing the the sharpness of Leah's response to Sam, Seth winced, not wanting to get involved, but then deciding against it.

Sam, are you okay? He asked deliberately, looking at him, trying to get the two of them to break it up.

Nudging Seth softly in a way of thanks for the support, she licked at some of the blood on her paw. Turning around in a full circle, she checked to see if she could run or walk for that matter. Hearing a stranger's voice, she abruptly turned to look at the speaker.

Crouching, she barked at Rolice. Was this the new werewolf that they were talking about earlier? Who was she and what did she want from them?

Aurora borealis performed a solemn ballet before her weary eyes. She trudged on dutifully, snow caking her frail body. Angie felt nothing, except the gentle death of flakes cascading onto her black-clad shoulders. Repercussions of crime. A bittersweet taste on one's tongue. Angelica couldn't deny the deeds she performed were ghastly, perhaps it was the one appeal against her fragile state of mind. For her own sake, however, it had to be done. "Snow..." she cooed passively, pausing every so often to slow the flakes down with her mind and watch the diversity. Cold gusts of wind blew her ice-capped hair into her gray visage, forcing the cold matter into her mouth. Angie spat it out. It wasn't blood. Nothing could compare to the warmth....the sweet warmth. God, she was starving.
And hallucinating. A person painted itself...himself before her. Cruel mockery. Angelica hissed at the mirage, inclining her head low and pursing her lips in defiance. "I do not hallucinate," the vampiress professed firmly. Still, her hands frantically extended toward the figure, running across his shoulders, his collar bones. So...cold! It was probably just an iceberg. Oh, but how enticing he looked. A lifeform never so welcome.
Oddly, she began speaking to it. Velvety tones issuing from the ghost's throat were so familiar. "I never called to you," she repeated firmly, settling her hands on hips and fixing her eyes on his. He even looked like that pesky vamp in the woods. "I want nothing and no one. Just to be alone...." she trailed off, flumping her wrists defeatedly against the pleats of her skirt. "And maybe to get out of here. But you can't help me. You're just a deception of my mind. A mirage of that one I met in the woods. Why must you haunt me?"

"I am Novak... and a nomad. I travel around a lot... and I just so happened to bump into Forks..." he explained to the curious family. "And may I ask for your names?" he asked politely.

Rolice found somewhere to sit and looked back into the curious pack. "There's a secret I've come to tell. It's an offering for your pack to join our pack back in London. We are smart, and noble. We can teach you how to control yourself at times... Which I'm sure you all have not mastered yet... But this isn't an everyday London... At least for you..." she spoke...

Bella looked away from Edward and to the vampire who called himself Novak in a slightly annoyed fashion. 'Isabella, but everyone calls me Bella,' she replied, with narrowed eyes, before turning back to Edward.


Paul sighed and turned into the forest to phase back into a wolf. He heard the last of the newcomer's speech. Why is it not an everyday London? What is different?

Why would we want to join your pack in London? Leah said to her. What's so different about your pack compared to ours? She asked, knowing it sounded like a hostile question but really, Leah was curious about this new pack. And how can that help us? And how would you benefit? A multitude of questions came to her wanting to be answered.

Madison turned her dark stare towards the on who had spoken. She barked, and padded slightly closer to the wolf.

Hi there. Madison is the name.