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(A/N) this is the first little one shot that I decided on. Basically the imprintee had gone out on a walk with Paul (they are a couple and have been dating for 6 and a half weeks after knowing each other for four months) and a vampire attacks. Imprintee knows nothing of the wolf or the imprint or even vampires. This is the aftermath.
The cold air hit her lungs as she backed away, her spine hitting the wall with a thud. She turns her face away from the boy who comes toward her. He radiates pure warmth.
Such a tempting warmth, such a tempting scent that in a second she could be in his arms. Entangled in him.
Certainly, she should have run from him, but at the end of the day, with ease, she would have been captured and in his arms once again. So tempting.
Paul Lahote was the most irresistible boy she had ever met and she craved his presence every moment since they had met months ago.
The issue with this is that she had just witnessed him kill a man. Tear him apart and break his body to pieces while the terrible sound of shattering porcelain rung into the open air between the two.
It was the most terrifying sight she had ever witnessed, accompanied by the fact that this boy, a mere boy, had transformed into a huge wolf in front of her very eyes.
If she didn't know better, she would think herself insane and delusional but instead, he was here with her. Standing in front of her and completely human.
How could this be possible? She had watched him battle the beautiful man and tear him apart while in a lupine form, but here he was breathing down her neck with his arms trapping her against the wall.
She could feel her brain trying to scream, yell or do anything but for some reason that rationality was stifled and for what reason, is unknown and alarming.
"Please. Please, baby." He sighed against her skin. He leaned further down, nuzzling himself further into his lover's resistant frame.
"P-Paul no. No. Just. Get off of," she gulped back the tears, whether they were of fear or sadness, she did not know. Perhaps, both?
"-get off of me." She continues.
The boy pulls away, his eyes boring holes in her glistening gaze before pulling away quickly and sitting back on the bed with a sigh.
He places his head in his large hands as they slightly shake, "I'm sorry. I-I never thought-"
"You never thought what Paul?" She pushes off of the wall slightly, frustrated.
"Are you upset that I found out you're a murderer? A...a beast? You killed him." Her voice quietens and a tear slips down her face.
She watches as his shaking pauses before intensifying further, barely blurring before her eyes.
He keeps his face to the floor.
"I did not kill anyone. I was saving you, baby."
"How can you say that? I watched you tear him apart. As a wolf, Paul. A fucking wolf."
He looks up now and she can see that even his eyes are glazed.
"I was going to tell you. I promise. I've only been with you for a couple of weeks and I didn't... I didn't want to rush you into it. I promise you, I promise that I am no murderer though. He wasn't. He wasn't human."
Her mind was racing. He wasn't human? He hadn't exactly looked human, but was that a reason to kill him?
"Not human?" The girl questions meekly, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
He pats the bed next to him softly and gives her a small, reassuring smile. Suddenly the irresistibility kicks in and she doesn't feel as disgusted as she did before, but rather welcomed.
"I'll tell you everything, please. Just...let me. I won't hurt you. I would rather die than hurt you."
She wants to be disgusted. She wants to run and tell him he's a murderer but she can't. She's confused and whatever bond she has with Paul is dulling any sensibility that she once had.
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