Sam padded across the ground to stand opposite you. He pinned his ears back and settled into a crouch. Then with a flick of his tail, he charged. Your vampiric reflexes made you fast and agile, allowing you to read Sam's body language and evade his attacks. But Sam wasn't the leader of his pack just because he was the biggest; he adapted quickly to your attacks and countered them just as Jasper had taught him to.

Using his size against him, you leaped into the air and landed on his back, loosely wrapping your arms around his underbelly. The black wolf froze immediately, remembering Jasper's warning. You loosened your grip, and the wolf crouched so you could easily slide down his back and land on the ground.

You bowed your head when your boots touched the ground; "You fought well." You praised.

The wolf snorted and shook his head, his ears flopping from side to side. "Aww, you embarrassed him, Mom." Emmett teased. Sam made his way back up the embankment and over the ridge. The other wolves followed his lead. The last one to leave was a russet wolf that stood almost as tall as Sam. He pressed his head into Bella's side before darting away to accompany his pack.

Rosalie's golden eyes scanned you for any signs of injury. "That was stupid of him to challenge you," she declared when she was satisfied that you were unharmed.

"They were testing us," Edward said. "They'd seen what Carlisle was capable of, and they wanted to see what (Name) could do too."

"Yeah, Mom sure showed them who was boss!" Emmett cheered, raising a triumphant fist in the air. Carlisle came to stand next to you. When he was close enough, he laced his fingers with yours and stared adoringly at you.

Your children had all seen this look before and knew what it meant, so they promptly made excuses to leave and sprinted away. Since Edward came with Bella, he had to escort her home and explain why his siblings reacted the way they did. You knew the instant that Bella understood the reason behind their swift and sudden departures because her heart beat stuttered before resuming its normal rhythm.

"It's impressive that we can still provide them with a few traumatic childhood memories at this stage of the game," Carlisle remarked casually. He didn't protest when you used your grip on his hand to lead him through the woods, back into your home, through the rooms and corridors, and into his library.

"Sit," you ordered, pushing him gently into his usual chair. Carlisle let himself fall into the cushioned seat, wearing a small, infuriating smirk that said 'I see what you're doing and I'm willing to entertain you for now.'

"Comfortable?"

"Why? Do you plan to change that?"

You climbed onto his lap and arranged yourself so that your bent legs were on either side of his. Aside from his golden eyes darkening to a tawny colour, Carlisle gave no other indication that your movements were affecting him. Bringing your hands up to cup his face, you rubbed your nose against his before placing a quick peck on his lips like he did to you earlier.

His arms flexed like he wanted to keep you close to him as you pulled back, "You're being so good for me." You purred, dipping your head to bite down on his neck.

When Carlisle felt your mouth licking and sucking at his neck, his eyes turned black instantly, and his arms shot up to grab onto your hips. You barely had any time to register the sudden movement before Carlisle changed your positions, so you were now bent over the table, and he was standing behind you. He kicked the chair out of the way and pulled your lower half closer to him so that you could feel his cock stirring in his trousers.

"Oh, darling," he crooned into your ear. "You're good, but I'm better." His hands slipped underneath your shirt, removing it from your body, skating over your skin and occasionally pausing to linger on the sensitive areas of your body that he'd long since memorised.

"Now I know that if I brush here like this, your skin will prickle and you'll let out a soft little gasp." The backs of his fingers brushed across the skin of your forearm, and you reacted exactly how Carlisle predicted you would.

He stopped touching you and removed his hand, and you let out a mewl of protest. His smirk grew wider. "But if I do this," he expertly manouevered you so your front was pressing onto the desk. "Your legs will open on reflex, inviting me to just. Slip. In. Between. Them."

Too far gone to care that your body once again proved Carlisle right, you begged him to stop his teasing. He chuckled lowly at your plea before removing your pants and underwear just as he'd removed your top. Your keen hearing picked up the sound of his fingers working his belt open, but even without it, you would've been able to hear when he opened the buckle and lowered the zipper. He pushed his trousers and underwear down to mid-thigh, revealing his erect cock, and then he gave his next order.

"Turn around and kiss me."

The command had barely passed Carlisle's lips before you were obeying it. Your mouth slotted against his, and your fingers threaded through his hair, determined to mess it up. Sensing your plan, Carlisle grabbed hold of your wrists and forced them down onto the table's surface, pinning them there with his own.

Your back arched, and Carlise's gaze slipped downwards, focusing on your tits and almost hypnotised by the way, even after all these years, that your body begged for more of his touch. Making a decision, he raised his right hand and, licking the pads of two of his fingers, he circled and toyed with your clit and entrance while kissing and licking your breasts.

Carlisle's talented fingers dipped inside your entrance, scissoring and spreading you open. The anticipation was building inside you, and just when you thought Carlisle would be merciful and allow you to have your first orgasm of the night, he withdrew his fingers.

Mind still foggy from your denied orgasm, all you could do was stare up at him pleadingly, and Carlisle tutted, murmuring about how impatience never led to anything worthwhile. Despite his words, he stepped forwards and, dropping his hands to rest on your hips, he hoisted you onto his desk before impaling you on his cock.

Your head fell backwards, baring your neck to him, and your mate took advantage, biting and sucking marks that would be gone within the hour. He fucked you leisurely, gradually building up speed until his desire overtook him, and you were lying flat on his desk with Carlisle hovering over you, holding himself up by resting his palm on the surface. The indent from Carlisle's hand was becoming deeper and deeper with every one of his frenzied thrusts, but neither of you cared.

Warmth flooded your pussy, and Carlisle's hand shot out, grabbing the back of your neck and yanking you upwards so his mouth sealed over yours. He swiped his tongue over your lower lip, and you opened your mouth to him just as the change of angle caused his pelvis to grind against your clit. You screamed into his mouth as you came.

Carlisle broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, greedily drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression. Tender hands caressed your face, your shoulders, and your arms before your mate carefully pulled out of you and set about cleaning the two of you up.

With a mischievous expression, you captured his hand with one of your own, and when his obsidian eyes met yours questioningly, you slipped down off the desk and knelt in front of him so you were eye-level with his rapidly swelling cock.

"We have the house to ourselves for the rest of the night, at least. Why not make the most of it?"

Pure lust danced in Carlisle's eyes. "Well then, get on with it, darling."

Buildings are marked with a massive "X," wood structures scorched into. You stroll down to an awning, and stressfully lick your paws, rubbing wildly at your ears. You feel dirty, covered in grease and ash and with each swipe of your tongue the flavor coats your taste buds, instantly making you thirsty and want to throw up.

The storm picks up. The sky booms, darkened and angry and you are so cold. The water collecting on your fur weighs you down. Struggling to crawl into an opening in the nearest building.

Inside is dark. A good sign. That means no humans are around to shoo you away, to kick you or hurt you or try to lock you within their homes. Your eyes glint in the dim light, two watchful irises.

You climb up a few boxes and crawl along the rafters. You may be inside, but the building is cold. Empty. You sniff the air, and all you smell is the soot and the rain. The floors below are damp, some areas collecting the water in excess.

You hop down to the floor in the next room over. You dip a paw in the collected rainwater, contemplating whether or not sating your thirst is worth the way the water smells. You bow your head down, and take a tentative lick.

It is just as bad, if not worse than the taste of the muddy grease off the tips of your fur.

You huff. Shiver. Look back up to the ceiling, as your scraggly tail wraps around your thin, skeletal form. You have to keep moving, all your instincts to survive are screaming at you to do so. With a twitch of your whiskers, you obey the call of curiosity. Creeping along the cold, concrete floors.

You nearly jump out your skin when a massive, towering lump of metal clatters to the floor. Puffing up with a hiss, you arch your back with all your might to appear as large and threatening as possible. Your claws unsheathe, and you side-hop away.

The fallen structure doesn't react. You creep closer, sniffing it. It looks like a human, but made all out of dull, dim metal. Your ears flatten down again. You bat at it a few times, to no response. This room wasn't safe.

Clattering back up the excess of boxes and rafters, you begin racing through the maze of this building. Getting lost deeper and deeper inside the labyrinth, as far away as the dead man made of metal as you can get.

Your vision blurs in and out of focus. You slow down to a crawl, barely able to put one paw in front of the other. You're starting to walk with a limp, too much pressure on your left front leg meant a tinge of pain through the nerves there.

Turning your nose upward, you peer around the space. Colorful blocks build a fortress of debris. Among them, you spot a crumpled up blanket; the promise of warmth and safety enough to tempt you over. Hobbling to the window of safety, you nudge the fabric with your snout. Digging underneath, hiding away in the temporary lodging.

As your breathing slows, your eyes drift closed.

You awaken to the sound of lumbered shuffling. A faint noise that has the tip of your ear twitching in irritation.

Before you can react, the safety of the blanket is lifted off you.

You manage to hiss, swatting at the silicone hands that dare steal your safety net. The blanket quickly drops down, and you proceed to back away.

Only for it to be lifted up again, and for a bright, yellow eye to be staring right at you. Your ears go flat, laying against the sides of your skull.

"O-oh hi there, little friend!" The strange metal man says. Leaning down to your level as he parts the blanket aside. When he moves, a cacophony of mechanical clicks spring out from his legs. The loud noises startle you, seeking refuge by hiding away into the stacks of colorful blocks.

"easy, easy..." he hums, patient in ushering you out. Hands reach toward you, large, too large. You swat at them, claws catching on the silicone outer casing.

Eclipse stares at its hand where your claws had raked across it. Barely making a dent in its infrastructure that is already so damaged, burnt, torn apart. An electronic whir sounds as its head adjusts to look at you, the bright glow of his optics softening.

"You're just scared, aren't you...?"

The metal puppet shuffles closer. "It's okay... we are scared sometimes, too..."

The crack of thunder. Eclipse's mechanisms seize up, almost clattering to the ground.

The mechanical man shivers, curling up into a tight ball. Murmuring to itself, words that hardly make sense to your feline ears.

You slip out your hiding spot. This was the perfect chance to sprint away. To be safe.

But you pause mid-step. Paw hanging in the air as your whiskers twitch. The robot continues to stay ever so still, except for the occasional rattle to its chest. Your ears downturn. Sensing that it was in distress. Cold and sad and alone, much the same as you.

You glance to the safety of the rafters above. The vent you can crawl through and make daring exit.

Instead, you choose to creep up to the robot. You butt your head against its knees, and begin to purr. As loud as your little soul can muster!

The sound of rain on the roof above calms from a torrential downpour to soft pitter-patters.

You grow more bold. You climb up into their lap, paws stamping across their twirly, metal leg and onto the soft velvet of their pants.

Eclipse slowly comes back to reality. Lost in the past. The robot peers at you with great curiosity, face inches away from yours. You blink slowly to make your concern and affection clear. Then bump your face forward, forehead patting against the center of his strange, round face.

You hear a crackle of static that reminds you of radios and gadgets. Clearing out from the static is a quiet laughter, raspy and sullen.