So, I am half-ass back, but I wanted to add to this story just like I did with Thanksgiving (if you haven't read it, you should—go check it out) since a handful of you guys have wanted this story to keep going. So, I present to you the continuation of "My Love."
P.S. I have no idea how I will end this, and I am just going to wing it like I did with Thanksgiving. Let's see what happens, shall we
Paul x Reader: Death
Previously on "My Love: Enduring Love"
"THEY COULD STILL HURT YOU! I don't want you talking to them again!"
"Hell no! Last time I checked, I didn't have to ask you who I should or shouldn't be friends with! I can make my judgment!"
"See, this is why I wish I would have never imprinted, especially on someone like you! Why can't you just listen?!" I say. In that second, you can hear a pin drop. The words flew out before I could stop them. Usually, I have control over what I say in our argument, but this time, I couldn't.
"Wow…Bet." Y/n said. Fuck. I groan and follow her outside.
"Paul!" Sam calls out to me
"It's fine Sam, the truth comes out one way or another. Snout, let's go, baby!" Y/n walks out the front door and towards her car. I reach out to grab her hand that was holding Snout's leash. It slips, and Snout runs towards and into the woods across the street. Y/n runs after Snout, and everything goes in slow motion. Not paying attention to the truck coming, her body slammed by a truck speeding by, and she instantly hit and cracked her skull on the asphalt. I run to her hold her in my arms until the ambulance comes as her life slips away. And that's when my life came to a stop. All I hear are sirens in the distance and the feeling of warm thick liquid dripping onto my skin and clothes.
EMTs come and try to take her from my arms, but I resist until Sam and Jared make me let go. I watch as they strap the love of my life to the gurney and put her inside of the truck.
"Shit," Brady said. I look over and see Snout, dead, next to the truck's tire. His leash got caught against something and dragged him, snapping his neck. I couldn't help but lose it at that point. I tried to run before I was aware of doing so, but I was stopped by Embry. The cops want to talk to me and ask what happened. Somehow, I could answer some of the questions, but I could feel myself breaking down as I told them what had happened.
Thus, leading us up to here.
Present-day: September 2nd
I could hear it—the final heartbeats. Carlisle and Edward rushed in as we listened to the final intake of breath and the thumping of her heart. After the last one, we'll know which path she decided to take.
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
…Flatline….
Currently—Third POV
Time officially stopped for Paul as he stared at the love of his life, his reason for existing, his mate, everything that completes him. Eventually, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in when he saw Y/n twitch. Although he had some doubt afterward, afraid he just saw things in hopes she was "alive," however, it wasn't until her nose started twitching and he could see movement behind her eyelids. Paul felt something within and on his face that he had not felt since their argument at Sam and Emily's place. Relief, happiness, reassurance, and a smile. Regardless, if she never wants him again—which he hopes isn't true—he is just happy to see her alive. Although, if she doesn't want him, it will kill him to live without her, and he only prays that she forgives him.
"Why isn't she waking up. She's moving, but she isn't… what's wrong?" Paul asked anxiously. Carlisle placed a hand on his shoulder and chuckled at the young wolf's eagerness.
"Patience. Sometimes it is hard for a newborn vampire to adapt to this new world once it awakens. Just like when an infant is born—you don't expect them to open up their eyes immediately, do you? Just like newborns, her senses have to adapt to the environment before she can allow herself to rise." Paul relaxed a little bit to Carlisle's explanation.
"I can read her," Edward says, catching their attention. "She is trying to remember what happened, and her mind is reminding her of everyone, everything, her memories, all of it. It's fascinating- OUCH!" Edward drops to the ground holding his head. Before Carlisle can assess him, Edward yells out again and then shivers.
"Edward! What is it?!" Carlisle rushed to his son's side, helping him stand. Before Edward could attempt to respond, Carlisle received the same treatment as Edward, only this time Carlisle couldn't stop scratching—the excruciating pain that came with it was not helping either. Carlisle's pain and scratching stopped instantly, and he became frozen, cold, almost paralyzed. All while Edward was recovering, now trying to help Carlisle, Paul stood in awe as to what was happening—praying to the Moon Goddess, the Cosmos, the Elements of the Rainbow, hell, even Barney if he had to, for him to not experience whatever it was that was going on with them. He turned his head back towards his mate and slightly shook. There she was, his beautiful mate, sitting straight up, feet dangling off the bed, looking into his honey-brown eyes with her…Lilac eyes? What the fuck.
Her intense gaze made Paul shiver in delight and slightly uneasiness. Not because she was a vampire, but because she looked almost…Pissed? Relief? Curious? He couldn't really tell. Keeping his eyes on her, she turned her head to face the other two men recovering from some unknown attack. Until another one came on, Carlisle and Edward passed out and remained in a sleeping state for 30 seconds or so before waking up.
"What the hell is going on?!" Carlisle says, losing his shit on the ground, now completely paralyzed and numbed.
"It’s her! Paul, tell her to stop!” Edward screams. Y/n turns her head towards him.
“Yeah…I don’t think I will.” Paul states. He would have to be an absolute idiot to tell her to stop—not because he doesn’t appreciate their help, but because he’s just not stupid, and clearly, he knows what would happen if he did.
“…Paul…” Y/n says in a whisper. Instantly Edward and Carlisle can break free and take a few unnecessary gasps of air before continuing onward. Paul looks at his mate's lilac eyes and nods his head. She stands up and slowly walks towards him before signally him to bend over so she could whisper in his ear. He does as follow and is shocked by what she says next.
“You’re lucky I can’t do what I did to them. Next time you try to tell me what to do that may or may not result in my death, I will end your life. Understood?” Y/n said with an innocent smile. Paul looked at her in the eyes with both fright and amusement. Fright for apparent reasons and amusement because he finally has his soul mate back.
“Yes ma’am.” He smiles but then expresses pain, “Y/n…I am so fucking sorry. You don’t know how much I regret what I did and said to you, my love.” Paul then drops to his knees and wraps his arms around Y/n's waists while begging for forgiveness. “Please, I beg you, forgive me for everything. The pain I put you through, the choice I made for you. All of it. Please Y/n.” Paul says through tears, looking up at her. Y/n, gently as possible, runs her nails through Paul’s hair and smiles.
“Give me time. I remember everything, and I just…I just need time. But I don’t want to leave you—I don’t think I can. You’re a dumbass, but you’re my dumbass and, unfortunately, my responsibility now.” Y/n says jokingly. She pulls Paul up to his feet and smiles up at him, “For now, let's take it slow…I am still your mate, but I need some space from it, for now, my love. Okay…” Paul nods his head. Granted, it’s not at all what he wanted, but he understood. Through this, he matured and understood some things. Not only from this but from talking to his father—the death of his mother killed him, and he grieved in an unhealthy way. He can change that perception and learn from his father's mistake while also learning patience is a virtue for a relationship. He would do anything in the world for his mate—even if it involved waiting a lifetime for her to be his again.
“Can I…can I have one kiss. Nothing big like making out, but just one. Going so long without you like I did and seeing you awake—please, just…just one, and I promise I won’t ask for another. I’ll allow you to take the lead… just, plea-” Y/n shut him up by giving him just that. A simple kiss. Something she, too, was craving. It would suffice their hunger to be together until she felt like it was the right time. But in the meantime, the kiss they shared wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hard or anything. It was slowly filled with need and emotions. If Y/n could cry, she would; it didn’t help that Paul shed a few tears in the midst of it. Forgetting about the world around them, Paul and Y/n laid down on the bed and just embraced each other. Soon enough, even breathing and resounding snores from Paul could be heard.
Meanwhile, Carlisle and Edward left the room as soon as possible (mainly to avoid being more test subjects for Y/n) to allow the lovers some privacy. Meeting up with their cousins, they explained what happened and the situation they are currently in. Carlisle and Edward called home to explain the situation—Esme and Bella not particularly happy with them being attacked; Rosalie and Emmett dying in the background full of laughter over Edwards suffering—then decided to head out to go hunting for a few hours. They knew Paul would be asleep for a while, and Y/n wouldn’t want to leave his side, so they decided to take their time.
For a moment, just a moment, did everything seem peaceful and relaxing for Paul and Y/n, and they planned on savoring that moment until they had to go back to La Push/Forks to discuss the next steps. But for now, Paul is just happy to have his mate back.
Not going to lie, this chapter is shitty. But this is going to be the end of Christmas. I’ll do New Years (which will legit be a short one) and then move on to the other holidays too. No idea. Again, I’m just winging it.
Y/n POV
The following day consisted of me waking up to Paul coming home. We had decided to say, fuck everything and just sleep in the same bed. So, you can imagine how irritated he was when I told him to shower before coming to bed. In high heaven or hell, there is no way he is about to go to bed at 6 am, in dirty clothes, smelling like outside.
“Don’t even think about it,” I say with my eyes closed, spreading out like a starfish.
“Babe. Come on. It was a long shift. I just want to sleep….”
“Paul...” I hear him groan and head towards the bathroom to shower. Sorry, not sorry. Ten minutes later, a naked Paul emerges from the bathroom with just a towel over his waist. I open one of my eyes and am instantly awake. In an instant, I can feel my insides churning, and my lower regions get warmer. Before opening his drawer to grab his boxers, Paul stops, inhales deeply, and slowly turns towards me. His eyes filled with lust and need holding contact with mine. His breathing increases, and he slowly walks over to me like a predator hunting for his prey. A growl emerges from his chest, and I slowly raise myself on the bed. Forgoing his towel, he climbs on top of me while rolling me on my back. Keeping eye contact with me, he removes the sheets, and my nipples harden from the cold winter air.
Paul runs his nose down and across my neck while one hand grabs onto my waist and his knee pressed up against my core. I become putty in his hand instantly, just from his single touch. I slowly glide my nails across his skin and slowly reach upward to grab him and kiss him. Unable to hold back, he kisses me back and hard. Our tongues fight in dominance, but the end result will always have him on the winning side. Up until this point, Paul and I have only really fallen asleep with each other. This is going to be the next new step with him that I have been waiting for this.
Wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him towards me, he growls and lifts me up to straddle him while he leans back on his knees. Taking off my shirt and leaving marks all along my neck and chest before returning to my mouth. I slide my nails down in between us and start rubbing his length. His breathing becomes hollow as he begins to suck and nip on my collar. Wrapping his arm around me, he lays me back down and starts moving his hands towards my core, pulling on my shorts. I lift off the bed as he removes them, and without hesitation, he spreads my legs and starts nibbling on the inside of my thigh.
“Fuck, Paul,” I say, throwing my head back with my eyes closed.
“I want you to watch, baby. Look at me.” He says in his rough voice. I look down at him, and in one slow motion, keeping eye contact, Paul grabs me and starts gently and slowly licks me with the tip of his tongue. Drawing figures over my clit, spitting and slurping me up over again until my legs start closing in on him.
“Fuck, Paul. Right there! Don’t stop!” I say, both hands in his hair, holding him on the one area I need him the most. He took the opportunity to keep my legs apart with his arms, spread my lips more, add pressure on my clit with his tongue, and slowly push a finger in me. I tense up a little, and he stops and waits until I relax before moving further in. He curls his figure upwards, hitting a spot I thought was a myth, and I just about lose it.
“Right there! Oh, God, Paul!” I hear him chuckle at my reaction, and he speeds his pace more.
“Don’t cum yet. I wish you could see how pathetic and beautiful you look. Withering under me, begging for more. Such a beautiful slut you are for me, huh?” he says, whispering in my ear. I grab onto his shoulders, clawing at anything to prevent me from cumming. I whine out as tears start falling down my eyes.
“Please! Let me cum! Please!” I bite my lip, and he kisses me and tells me to let go. Never have I experienced an orgasm as hard and thrilling as I did with him just now. Eyes falling towards the back of my head, back-arching, I couldn’t breathe for a great five seconds. If I died then and there, id would die a happy woman. After calming down, I grab him and pull him towards me, and I can taste myself on him. I roll him over so that I am on top and start rubbing him. He goes to stop me, but I slap his hand away and start kissing him down his neck, chest, stomach, and then slowly lick the tip of his cock. Pre-cum already coming out of him.
“Fuck, Y/n…” hearing my name fall from his lips like that without even trying to give me the confidence and boost I need. I slowly massage him while licking him from base to tip before putting him in my mouth. He has an impressive girth, so I could only get so much in me before my gag reflexes started to present itself. I slightly grasped onto his balls and started massaging them along with sucking him off, and I could feel one of his hands holding onto my head while the other grabbed onto the sheets. His hips slightly thrusting to meet my throat—I could tell he was trying to hold back. For emphasis, I hummed, and his hips jerked as he called out my name.
“Fuck! Baby, stop! You're going to make me-” in one swift motion, I pushed his hands away and started sucking, swirling my tongue harder and faster. Not bothered by the noises and mess that I am making. Without much of a second warning, I scrape my nails gently down his thighs, and he instantly releases into my mouth. Cum hitting the back of my throat and running down my mouth. I grab him by the base and suck a little on the tip just for tease, and he wraps his hands gently around my neck and kisses me forcefully. Rolling me under him, he locks my hands above my head and grinds his length over my core.
“Fucking beautiful. Watching you with my cock down your throat, that’s a fucking sight to see.” He took a moment to silently ask me if I wanted to continue.
“I’ve never….” I say honestly. Paul would be my first and only. He smiles and asks if I'm 100% sure. I smile and nod, and he reaches over to grab the lube and a condom.
“It’ll sting, but I’ll go slow. At any time you want to stop, tell me. Don’t hesitate. Okay?” he says seriously. I nod my head at him and kiss him. He takes out the lube, puts a good amount on his finures, and slowly starts at my entrance, getting me to relax. Kissing me and saying calm words while adding another finger. Once satisfied, he places his condom on and dowses that with lube before positioning me to enter. He checks again to see if I'm okay with this and continues when he receives consent.
To say that Paul was a patient man was an understatement. He slowly pushed in me and started to massage my inner thigh and hip to relax my muscles while kissing me gently. Not moving until I relaxed enough. Continuing forward each time until he was entirely inside of me.
“Fuck, you're so tight, baby.” He groans in my neck while I hold onto him. I relax and give him the okay to go, and Jesus did it sting. Slowly the pain submerged, and pleasure came forth.
“Fuck, Paul. Yes…don’t stop…” my words get lost in my throat. Unable to say complete sentences. Paul slightly speeds up, which only made me encourage him to fuck me like a damn whore.
“You like that, don’t you, slut. Fucking take this cock like a good girl. God damn Y/n, you don’t know what you do to me.” He growls in my ear, and if it wasn’t possible before, it was now because I became wetter just by hearing that.
“Fuck, I can smell you from up here. You like it when I talk to you like this, don’t you? Huh? You like it when daddy takes control and fucks you now, huh?” I could only whine and say ‘yes, daddy’ as a response. Anything else that came out of my mouth was incoherent words that neither of us could understand.
“Please, daddy. I need more…” I say. More of what, I don’t know, but I just don’t want this to end.
“Is my baby getting greedy? More huh?” he sits up, crosses my legs in front of him, then leans into me, locking my arms above my head and my knees to my shoulders while basically telling me I'm trapped.
“Oh! Fuck!” the new angle hit that spot, and I started seeing stars. “Right there! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! I’m going to”
“Fuck! Cum with me!” a few thrusts later, all that could be heard was a growl from Paul and my cries of plea and happiness while gasping for air. We stayed in that position for a few extra seconds before Paul gently lifted himself off of me, throwing away the condom and grabbing a warm towel from the bathroom. Wordlessly coming back to help clean me up before taking me to the bathroom to allow me to do my business. After washing my hands and wabbling to the door, he comes in and starts a shower for us. Kissing one another gently, every so often while cleaning—relaxing in our moment together. He still had to carry me back to our bedroom—where he changed the sheets—we laid down peacefully with one another on this cold winter morning.
*Bing*
Sugar Tits (Leah): Hey! What time are you guys coming over! We’re hungry!
“Leah wants to know when we’re heading over.” I look at the clock, and it says 12 pm. Damn…time flies when you're having fun.
“Tell her, we’ll see them at 4. I'm tired, and my vagina hurts.” I say, snuggling up. Paul responds and then tells me what Leah replies back. I couldn’t help but laugh.
Sugar tits: You guys fucked didn’t you?... FINALLY!
We set the alarm to wake us up later and go right back to sleep. If this is what sex is with Paul will be like, I never want to stop having it.
~
Later that evening, Paul and I finally decided to head over to Sam and Emily’s place for our Christmas celebration. Upon arriving, we are greeted with a cheeky Leah while Sam and Lajohn are outside drinking a beer.
“Well, well, well…look who we have here. How was the sex? Thrilling? Intimidating? Disappointed?” Leah says, hooking our arms together, ignoring Paul completely, and heading inside.
“I, my lady, do not kiss and tell. It is highly inappropriate to do so.” I say as etiquette as possible.
“Oh, bull shit. You're glowing like you’ve finally seen color for the first time.” We walk into the kitchen, and Clair gives me a look.
“You guys did the deed, huh? You had that same look on your face I had when Quil and I did it.” laugh and Halulah giggles into her hand. Ness looks depressed.
“Oh, cheer up Nessi-poo. You and Jake will get your chance eventually.” Kim says, giving her a side hug.
“I know, but…you try having a father who can read minds, an empathic uncle, another one who is ready to tackle Jake at the wrong move, a grandfather that is a doctor, an aunt who hates everyone, another aunt who can see the future, and a mother who was close friends with said boyfriend. Let’s face it, I’m as stuck as Dad before he met mom.” We all busted out laughing while she gave us a glare.
“What about Esme?” her grandmother.
“THANKFULLY, she defends me. Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper stay out of it when an argument starts. But it still doesn’t change the fact that I can’t even do anything. And I mean anything, anything. The most we can do is make out, and that’s if we’re lucky! And you’d think we’d have freedom here, right? Nope! Billy is just as bad as all of them. Plus, the second we do, everyone would know, and a fucking outbreak will happen, and I’m not in the mood for this crap.” She says with a sigh, laying her head on Kim’s shoulder. The poor girl. All she wants is to be with her mate, and she can’t even do that. Marriage is off the table, for sure for now since they’re so young, but I can understand where she is coming from…minus the supernatural parts.
“OH!” Leah says, running out of the room as everyone is coming into the kitchen for food, “Since sex was more important than seeing us this morning, here are your presents.” She says, handing me a few bags and cards. I told Paul to go grab everyone else’s stuff from the truck, and we all sat around opening the remainder of the presents.
Elouise POV
I’m done playing games with this bitch. I don’t know if it’s the blood lust talking or my anger, but regardless, that bitch is going down—even if I have to die trying. I tell Rebecca to get her shit together and to head out. There’s supposed to be a blizzard hitting the La Push, and since it is Christmas, the likelihood of their patrol being up is there, but not as much as there was before.
Halfway through the forest, Rebecca notifies me where they caught her at. We climb above the trees over a little house not too far from the main road. I can hear her giggling and a male voice in the bedroom area. Anger rises within me—how dare she! She takes my mate and not she think everything will be okay? Without warning to Rebecca and without a second thought, I head for the house.
Smashing through the window, I look over to see the mut laying on top of a now frightening-looking Y/n. He growls as she starts to scream. Rebecca is next to me in an instant, and I lung at the male. We collide, and Rebecca takes off with Y/n.
“You take my mate; I’ll take yours,” I say, with one last punch before he shifts, and I hightail my ass out of there, following Rebecca and the bitches screams. Entering the forest, we take a good head start for the first 2 minutes until we start hearing multiple footsteps.
“Faster! Just over that clearing! They can’t cross the border!” Rebecca shouts. We sprint faster than we were already and make it across. She tells me we have to make it through Forks—all that’s left are the vampires protecting this side. Not a second later, we are surrounded by a family and three wolves? Wolves?
“I thought you said there weren't any wolves on this side?!” I yell at Rebecca. She throws down Y/n hard on the snow, almost exposing what the blanket she has on is covering her. “This was your idea, Eloise. You and your obsession with this filth are what got us in this shit in the first place.” I look at her and stay silent.
“What the fuck Elly? Why are you doing this?” Y/n said. Before I could respond, a she-wolf steps in front of her while some female vampires put clothes on Y/n.
“Well, hello Leah. Nice to finally see you in your true pathetic form.” I smiled; another growl could be heard from behind me—the guy the whore was sleeping with.
“Explain yourself! It’s the least you could do for being so fucking stupid!” Y/n yelled.
“Your blood.”
“My what?!” Y/n yelled, confused.
“You're her siren. Your blood calls to her; every vampire has a siren. You, Y/n, are hers.” Says one of the guys.
Third Person POV
Leah makes eye contact with Paul and lunges for Elouise without a warning or care as Paul goes for Rebecca. Seth grabbed Y/n and carried her as fast as possible to the Cullens place since it was closer. Shaken and disturbed, when they made it back, she didn’t let go of Seth. Unknown to what to feel, she laid her head on his chest while Nessie tried to talk her back into reality.
In the meantime, Rebecca being long gone and destroyed, Leah constantly shifts back and forth from wolf to human, taking her time ripping Elouise apart slowly and crucially. No one dared to stop her. No one could also look away. It was one of those revelation moments where you finally see the person's inner-self come out, and no one could look away at how sinister Leah can be. Or really, all of the anger she has towards Elouise—well, vampires in general.
“How long do you think she can go?” Emmitt asks Jasper and Paul as they watch Elouise—who already has all of her fingers and toes in the fire pit; Leah breaking and tearing her wrist from her limb.
“I don’t think she even knows,” Alice says. She can't see how long this will go, just that they won't be going home soon.
“I want to check up on Y/n, but I also want to see the bitch die. I trust Seth, but there's a satisfaction in getting watching her suffer.” Paul states.
“She’s weak. There's no way in hell I’d embarrass myself like this.” Rosalie says, walking away, letting Emmett know to come home when he’s ready.
Leah dragged it on until the early morning, having to relight the firepit every so often due to the storm.
~
The following evening, everyone was surrounded in the living room of Sam and Emily, telling the humans of the group of the previous events that had taken place. Once it got to the part where Leah took up to the early morning to finally silence Elouise, Lajohn lost it. Silently, putting on his shoes, flipped Leah over his shoulder and walked out the door.
“We’ll see yall later.” Then walks out to their car and drives off.
“They’re into some kinky shit, aren't they?” Emily says.
“You have no idea….” Y/n responses. She sighs and lays her head on Pauls's shoulder, who wraps his arms around her and kisses her head. The rest of the day consists of just relaxing and attempting to forget what happened just a few hours ago. It's incredible how in the matter of a few weeks, shit has gone all over the place. But at least one thing is for sure, Y/n and Paul are in this together for the long haul.
Okay, so let yall know, there might be more to this than planned (if you know me and my writing, you knew to expect this), but also, I should have mentioned how the packs are set up here. It is essentially the same as how it was in the original series, but occasionally, Jake, Leah, and Seth will help out with La Push and vice versa. You can’t have two Alphas in one pack. Ness is 18 (Like 18 years has passed, type of 18) and does patrol with Jake’s pack.
Also, I know that Jake made Leah his Beta (second in command), but I also have her as the best tracker in this because let's be honest… it's Leah. Queen will track a motherfucker down even without being a shapeshifter.
Gamma’s (Third in command)—Paul—is basically head Worrier. He trains everyone. Not saying he does with Jake's pack, but they might. I don’t know, didn’t really overthink that.
Okay, anyway, I just wanted to put that out there.
BTW, still have no idea what is going on. Love yall!
Over the past few days, Paul had an increase in his duties at work due to higher active crimes in the La Push area and in the woods. He said he’ll make it up to me, and I have no doubt that he will; it just sucks not seeing him—but I love catching up with the girls in the meantime. Tomorrow, Emily and I are going to head to the airport to pick up Lajohn and Leah. When I talked to her on the phone about what was happening, her demeanor sounded strange, and it slightly shifted.
I’m not stupid. I know everyone is hiding something big from me. I noticed a lot of keywords and the body language shifting. I don’t want to push anyone, but it has not only started worrying me, but it is also slightly irritating. I wanted to take the opportunity to ask about it in the car with Emily but decided against it. I can tell this has more to do with those who secure La Push (i.e., Paul, Sam, Jared, Embry, Jake, Brady, Collen, Quil, Seth, Ness, and Leah) and decided it was just best to wait until I can ask them. Preferably Paul and Leah.
While helping Halulah set up the kitchen for lunch, I received a text from Elly, finally.
Elly: Hey, sorry about just getting back. You know it is around here with me! Lol, but that’s a bummer…I was really hoping we could spend time over winter break.
Y/n: Lol, you’re good. No worries. Well, we can always hang sometime at school.
Elly: Or…. we can meet up! So, we can exchange gifts and stuff! Oh! What about New Year’s?!
Elly: This is so exciting!!! Yeah, let's do that! Can we meet up for New Year’s? Just us? I know you may want to bring Leah, but I would rather not have someone look at me like they want to kill me while trying to have fun, lol.
I ponder for a moment before replying. I think back on before I left with Paul when she and her boyfriend were heading out. I remember paying attention to my inner self and feeling unease slightly with her, but downright terrified when I was around him.
Y/n: Let me get back to you on that. I’m staying with my (now and finally) boyfriend, and I know he might have something planned.
At least, I hope he does.
Y/n: But I’ll see when it gets closer to New Year’s, lol.
Elly: Kk, just lmk (let me know).
I brushed off my feelings towards Elly and decided to live in the present and meet up with her later. I walk towards the kitchen to set the food down when man-made howls and laughter can be heard from the distance. Any average person (knowing it’s the guys and Ness (who says she never howls, just rides in on Jake's back)) would think nothing of it when hearing it. But for some reason, I get a sense of ease, mainly from hearing one voice in the mix of the rowdy men who tumble inside. Ever since meeting Paul, I've become hyperaware of his presents and when he calls out like that. Like he’s telling me he’s coming home. It makes me feel warm inside…Jesus, this is weird. I've never been the lovey-dovey type, so feeling like this is fun, exciting, yet awkward. Doesn’t help that Paul knows it and uses it against me.
Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear.
“Hello, beautiful.” I hear next to me, feeling a kiss on my cheek.
“Are you talking to me or the rolls on the table?” I ask, raising a brow. He thinks for a moment.
“Both? Yeah, I’m going to say both.” I smack his hand before he can reach for it and point to the bathroom to wash up. He sulks and does what he is told.
“I swear, if it wasn’t for his good looks, I don’t think we’d make it,” I say next to Halulah, who told the same to Embry before eating.
“Amen to that.” After everyone had settled down, we crowded into the living room, minus Jake, Seth, Jared, Paul, and Sam. This usually happens once a week, from what I have been told. They basically go over the La Push/Forks area to cover security with the cops—even though they’re not cops. I asked Ness about it since her grandfather, Charlie, is one but she brushed it off and changed the subject.
“Hey, we’re done with everything. You want to head home?” Paul asks above me over the couch. I smile and nod my head. We grab our things and head towards his truck home. I take this opportunity to risk it all.
“Paul. Is there something you guys aren’t telling me?” I say, looking at him. A worried expression was placed on my face. He takes a deep breath before looking over at me. He doesn’t show any emotion on his face and looks ahead, tightening his hand on the wheel while the other is balled in a fist. I look down at my hands and wait for a reply.
I never received one.
When we make it to the house, he is still quiet and heads towards his room. Two minutes later, he comes back out in his jogging gear and tells me he’ll be back; not waiting for my response, he leaves. What the fuck?
Paul POV
I know I shouldn’t have left out like that, especially when we all planned to have someone watch over the girls when we couldn’t, but I couldn’t face her. Not yet. Am I stupid for withholding possible information that is more than likely directed towards her and her safety? 100 times, yes. But am I stupid enough to tell her everything by myself? 100% no.
I meet up with Sam and Jared not far from the house to tell them to notify the elders to gather together to explain to Y/n what we are and what is going on. Everyone is right. Hiding this from her until after isn’t going to help but hinder her. Potentially hurt her. He agrees and will try to have its plan soon. Since Christmas Eve is only tomorrow, I’m hoping I can tell her then. But for right now, I have to explain what I can without giving too much away.
In an instant, Sam and I stop and look towards the direction of my house. Not caring who is around, we run as fast as we can towards my place to see smoke coming from the kitchen. I bust inside and see a passed-out Y/n on the kitchen floor, the back door busted open. Sam and Jared chased the intruder while I put out the fire and brought my mate to the living room. Not a minute later, Sam calls out for the guys, and as expected, I can hear everyone going off to chase after the intruder.
The vampires that have been after Y/n.
Third Person POV
*Back at Emily and Sam’s house*
Jake, Ness, and Seth went back to the Cullen’s territory to switch shifts with Jasper, Rosalie, and Carlisle when they were suddenly stopped by a howl. Without even a second glance, they take off and head towards the treaty line. They were met up by Edward and Bella, with everyone not too far behind.
“They’re back. We know who they’re after.” Edward states.
“Yeah, they’re after Paul’s mate, Y/n. We just don’t know why or how they know her.” Jake said. Within seconds they get the scent of the intruders on their land and chase after them.
“Just don’t cross the border!” Emmett says, referring back to a time when they were after Victoria. They all roll their eyes and catch up to the three nomads.
The first guy was around “5’11” and frumpy-looking. He had shaggy brown hair and red eyes. His eyes are fiercer than what his body let on, and he has thin lips with a round nose. Not the most attractive-looking vampire, that was for sure.
The lady with him was around “5’0”, thin with cropped wavy black hair with black eyes—she’s hungry. Her tiny nose was disproportionated to her fuller lips and her high cheekbones. As if she had plastic surgery before her shift, but it just went wrong. Still beautiful than her (what they could assume) mate.
The last guy was an eerier, terrifying, yet had a frightening resemblance to Jasper than the rest. Tall with longer hair, almost the same eyes, lips, and nose shape. The only difference is that he was more silver, and Jasper’s was more blond with topaz eyes and black eyes like the woman. This kid made Jasper look like the happiest person on the planet.
With both supernatural species on both sides of them, they unexpectedly (yet expected) split up into different directions.
“He’s going to cross!” Alice says as her eyes glass over. “Jake! Ness! Follow her.” She pauses, looking for anything else, “He’s heading towards La Push!” she yells out. The three nomads are confused, and while silently communicating, they switch ways.
“SWITCH!” Alice screams, and everyone takes off.
*La Push Hospital*
Stirring awake a few hours later, Y/n looks around to see nothing but plane white and forest green walls and furniture. By smelling the sterilized…well…everything, she instantly knew she was in the hospital. Taking a moment to get her head straight, she finally notices a familiar sound of light breathing, unlike his regular obnoxious snores and warmth on her hand.
Paul.
Slowly moving her hand from under him, she lightly scratches her nails on his scalp to wake him up like she usually does when they’re not in a rush for anything or when he’s having a had time going to sleep. Paul slowly starts to open his eyes and contacts Y/n. he instantly starts apologizing for everything and not telling her everything like he should. Y/n lets him ramble on for another while before stopping him.
“It’s okay, Paul. I forgive you, my love. Just please, tell me what’s going on? who was that? or really, what was that? that was in your kitchen?” She says, worrying. Paul swallows, clear his throat, and proceeds to begin to tell Y/n what is going on. Before the nurse and doctor decided to come in, at that moment.
“When can she be let out?” Paul asked hastily. He wants to just be with his mate in their own privacy.
“Tomorrow. We want to keep her overnight since she hit her head pretty hard on the countertop. The burn marks, we aren’t too worried about since it is a slight first-degree burn, but we want to make sure it heals a little before we let her go.” They check her through and leave the room. Paul sulks next to Y/n, and she can’t but giggle at the sight of a giant “6’4” man, sulking as if she took his favorite toy truck.
“This is stupid.” He says under his breath, causing Y/n to laugh at him. He grins slightly at her and reaches for her uninjured hand, and kisses it.
“How are you feeling, babe?”
“I’m okay. Just tired, it’s all.” Lacing their hands together.
“Why don’t you get some rest? We can-”
“No, Paul. We need to talk about what is going on. I don’t like being in the dark with this, and I’m not going to get any sleep anyways if you’re not going to tell me. So, say it now, please, Paul.” She says with desperation in her eyes. Paul nods and goes on to tell her about La Push and their history. From how it was founded, the name, their culture. He then moved on to the secret that he had been withholding for as long as he could. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to tell her; he was just afraid. Lajohn nearly ran 20 mph towards Forks when they told him, who’s to say she won’t do 15 mph?
He took a deep breath and told his mate about shapeshifting and how it was in their DNA. What triggers it, what, and who started it. When he got to the cold ones and started to describe them, her eyes went wide. She didn’t say anything, but pieces began forming together. Paul says it but makes no comment on it. Once he was done, he looked at her. Waiting for her reaction—any reaction, really. What he wasn’t expecting was for what she said next.
“Elly’s a vampire.” She whispers and looks at him with realization. She was not bothered about the fact that her boyfriend/mate could shapeshift but that her friend was a vampire. It wouldn’t have been bothersome (seeing how she realized the Cullen’s are one too), but it was the fact that Elly hid hers with harmful intentions. From thinking back on her appearance, her inner intuition of telling her to get away from her, but seeing as unnaturally beautiful, cold, and hard intrigued her. Her eyes being a strange dark maroon-ish color—almost a red-ish/black—were sometimes unsettling, so she would avoid eye contact with her. Whereas the Cullen’s (still creepy) was more topaz or gold. If Leah trusts them (although half-ass she does) but not Elly, that says more than anything.
“Who’s Elly?” Paul says after a minute or so of watching Y/n contemplate and put everything together.
“A friend, or really, “friend” from school who Leah and Lajohn hate. I never thought much of it since Leah hates 98.30% of the population; Lajohn, I could see more of, even without dating Leah. But it makes sense—her eagerness to always be around me and to get away from Leah as soon and as much as possible, the death glairs and insults they pass at one another. The weird feeling, I get around here but ignored. Leah was protecting me from her. But why didn’t she tell me sooner? Why didn’t you guys tell me sooner?”
“We can only speak for ourselves. It’s part of the treaty that was set in place when we called a truce to live in harmony with the Cullen’s way-back-when. Don’t be mad at Leah; it’s basically an ancestral gag-order. It really bothered her and didn’t help when we found out we are mates…shit.” As if time stopped, Paul realized he slipped up by telling Y/n the one information he was hoping to not say for a bit longer.
“We’re what?” Y/n asked calmly and confused. Paul dropped his head in his hands and then explained what it meant to be mates with someone. What the feeling is, what it is like, how the universe just gave a valid reason to continue with life, even when times start getting harder and harder. The one person who could put you out of your misery. When he was done explaining, he took his chance and looked up at his mate and saw she had a cheeky smile on her face. He rolled his eyes.
“So, I’m your mate, huh?” she says, Paul already knowing where this is going.
“Yes, ma’am, you are.”
“So that means I can annoy you for the rest of your life? Right? Like, you can't get away from me even if you wanted to?” she says, smiling as big as possible. Paul laughs and nods his head. The one thing he and the other shapeshifters only know and refuse to say anything towards their mates is that they can reject them. But the thought of it never is fitting, and it never seems like information worth saying.
“Oh, thank God! The last thing I want is to leave. You know too much about me. You and Leah, so you’re stuck with me.”
“I should’ve made better life choices in another life if I had known I was going to be stuck with you.” He says with a playful grin, kissing her hand.
“Hey, it goes both ways. I must have killed a witch or something to be cursed with you. Gawd!” she says, laughing. They go back and forth, insulting playfully at each other. Occasionally sharing kisses from time to time until Y/n called it quits for the night. Before taking the cot (that did no justice for a man as large as Paul), Paul took a moment and almost felt as if he was having a premonition of their future. The only difference is the room would be filled with baby necessities and a bassinette of their child…or children. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of that and fell asleep peacefully.
*Christmas Eve at Emily and Sam’s Place*
Coming home in the afternoon was…interesting for Y/n. And by interesting it was Leah barging in the house after hearing the news of what happened to her one and only true best friend, going through the works of emotions and then threatening to kill every living being within a 2-inch radius if they were to ever hurt her, Y/n, again.
“Leah, it’s okay. I understand everything now. And I’m sorry I didn’t really see this or took your warning seriously. Really though, I should have since you have no problem with my roommates and some other people we study with. Hell, you’re friends with some of them too! I should have paid attention to it. I don’t know how I didn’t.” Y/n said, looking at her hands—one covered from the burn in the kitchen.
“No, Bunny, it is not your fault. NEVER think it is. You couldn’t have known. And Sam talked to Carlisle. They suspect that she might have some kind of supernatural ability or something. One that could have blocked your sense of danger.” She says, holding me. Lajohn nods his head next to Paul in the corner.
“Plus, we caught all but one. The other female got away, and the two guys were dead on site.” Seth said, jumping over the couch next to Leah. Y/n asked what they looked like, and Ness decided to show her. Mind you, Y/n only knows about the wolves, nothing of the Cullen’s. So, you can expect a surprise when she sees what Nessie sees through touch. Disregarding the fact of what she did, Y/n tells them who one of the guys was.
Elly’s boyfriend. She had never seen the other two. Once Y/n said who one of the guys was, everyone looked at one another, deflated, knowing that this could be another Victoria situation.
“How about we stop worrying for right now and be appreciative that Y/n is here and enjoy this time together?” Clair said next to Quil on the floor. Everyone agreed and headed towards the kitchen, where the food was ready to be served. For the remainder of the night, the air was only filled with laughter and joy. Now that Y/n was in on all of the information about the pack and officially was part of it, they could openly tell embarrassing stories about one another without any problems.
She still hasn’t seen Paul in his wolf form yet.
Elouise POV
“Elly!” Rebecca called out, coming home from up north. She went to go see the location and area of Y/n. I told them about the possibility of meeting up with her for New Year’s. Their agitated passive-aggression towards my “obsession” over her was getting to the point where they just wanted to get this done and over with. They understood that she was my siren, that her blood just calls to me. They just don’t know how bad it does.
“ELLY!!! THEY KILLED THEM! THOSE FILTHY MUTTS KILLED THEM!!!” Rebecca screamed at me. I turned around to see her fuming and running towards me. She shoved me so hard into the countertop that it broke. “If you didn’t have that stupid obsession over that stupid human, my Hector would be alive! THEY KILLED THEM, YOU SELFISH BITCH!!!” before she could cause any more harm to me, I ran outside. I can block dominant sensory from people. For example, Y/n, where she should run and hide away from me anytime I am near, I stop her flight or fight mode, and she responds as if she was like me or if I was human again. I use it towards Rebecca, causing her to break down in front of me. I go to the one I have always seen as a sister and hold her, holding back my own grieve. Until it hit me.
They killed them.
They killed my mate.
All I see is red and toss aside the idea of waiting until New Year’s.
Warning: Child Protective Services (CPS) and Adult Protective Services (APS) involvement mentioned. Death of elderly, and implication of abuse and neglect are written
Takes place LONG after the war with the Volturi; Renesmee is 16 and Jake JUST imprinted on her. Not when she was a baby. Let’s just act like Bella didn’t almost die when she had her and they just moved away until recently, okay? Cool.
Also like I said before, all the imprints are the same age as the guys. No pedophilia bs is EVER in my stories.
I met Leah in my Sophomore year at Washington State. I was going into Development and Family Structure whereas she was going in to be an RN like her mother. We met in a Health and Sex class that was considered as an elective course. Because we had to travel across campus to make it to this class, we always ended up sitting in the back of the class together. Eventually creating a friendship that you’d rarely see develop and stick together. Now, we’re Juniors and I am currently packing to head to La Push with her and her boyfriend Lajohn for Thanksgiving since I didn’t have a family.
I was lucky if I’m honest. I was given to the state at 12 after CPS finally indicated that my parents weren’t fit to take care of me and my grandmother. Unfortunately, it took the death of my grandmother for anyone to do anything. Although I was given to the state at 12, I didn’t leave until I was 18. The likelihood of getting adopted after 10 is slim. I was happy for those who did, but it hurt to see some of them come back. You realize through others that just because the idea of parenting is wonderful, being a parent is completely different. I was lucky enough to take advantage of resources that were provided for me and some of the other kids that lead me to this point.
I got my first job at 16 and worked from then onward. I applied to college and financial aid as fast as I was able to so that I wouldn’t be alone. I receive enough grants and scholarships for my associates and now working on my bachelor's. My previous roommates were, well, trash; which motivated me to get a job and move into the nearby apartments. My roommates now are chill, we all just don’t talk to one another. Which lead me back to this moment at my apartment.
“I don’t know what to wear!” I said looking in my closet for a perfect outfit to bring to Thanksgiving.
“I don’t know why you’re stressing about it. I told you, no one is going to care. But, if you’re that worried, wear the ripped jeans and the black off the shoulder sweater shirt. Oh! And the booties!” Leah said going through my closet. Even though she says and acts like she doesn’t care about fashion and appearance, I know deep down in the pits of hell that we call her soul, that she really and truly still doesn’t, but she has a soft spot for it.
“Thank you! Oh, and I’m mad at you, you bitch.” I said packing up the outfit.
“What, why?”
“You got your eyebrows done without me! You see mine looking like Chewbacca over here!”
“I’d say more like baby Chewbacca…”
“That’s not the point!”
“Sorry, look, it should be around 12:30 or 1 by the time we get to Seattle, we’ll stop there. I promise.” She says smiling while hugging me. Bitch.
“Fine. Now let’s go before Lajohn comes up here like a brat crying.” We laugh and start heading towards the door. We have a long seven and a half hours to get to La Push. Let’s see how this goes.
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We stop to get something to eat, fill up, and get my eyebrows done. Lajohn took that time to fall asleep in the car because knowing us, we’d get sidetracked and find some shit for everyone. But we resisted! Mainly because our paychecks don’t come in until next week and I’m barking on this dinner and the leftovers (if there is any based on what Leah tells me about her brothers) to last me until then.
Paul’s POV
“Alright guys, now Leah is bringing her friend Y/n. can we please not repeat what happened when she brought Lajohn over to meet us.” Sam said, looking directly at Quil, Collin, and me.
“I swear I didn’t start it!” Collin tried to defend himself.
“It doesn’t matter who did or didn’t start it! We can’t have y/g knowing what we are. Lajohn is Leah’s imprint, she’s just her friend. Got it!” Jacob stated. I rolled my eyes but said nothing. I won’t lie though, I haven’t seen someone run as fast as he did, especially when he is almost as big as us and just as human as the next person.
“We won’t, I promise. Scouts honor.” Making a joke about this situation.
“You weren’t in boy-scouts Paul,” Jared said.
“That’s beside the point. Look, we’re not going to do anything to out us again.” I said with a smile. Not one person believed a damn thing I said, hell I don’t think I did either. But it’s worth a shot.
“Well now that we have that settled, we have to meet up with the Cullen’s. There’s going to be some unwelcomed visitors stopping by in a few days, and the last thing we need is to deal with this on Thanksgiving.” Jacob said. We all got up and begrudgingly met up with the leeches. Can’t they give us a break?
Y/n POV
We pull up to this cozy small house with a swing set on the porch. A lady who I’ve seen in Leah’s room steps out of the house to greet us. I can positively assume she’s Leah’s mom.
“Lajohn! How are you!” She says, ready to embrace the giant man twice her size. Compared to Ms. Clearwater, he was a good foot and a half above her. Compared to Leah, a half a foot maybe. He was “6’7”, black hair in a fade, soft brown eyes, mocha skin, slim yet buff, and a complete gentle giant. He and Leah met in their anatomy class. She said she walked into class late after getting lost and the only seat available was in the front. The bad news was, she had one of those teachers who was a stickler and a petty asshole. He made it hell for her. The good news was, she met Lajohn who was good at the class and had no problem tutoring her. It was “Love at first sight” for both of them.
“Sounds like some hallmark bullshit. Let me guess, it was raining, you were soaking wet, and by the end of class he gave you his jacket and you looked into each other eyes and BAM! Instant connection.” I laughed. She rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up Bunny. One day, it’ll happen to you. $20 says it will”
“What, falling in love or love at first constipation?” she gives me a look, and I just smile.
“Love you too Leah-bird” I laugh.
I snap back to reality to Leah joking around with another person coming out of the house. He looked just as big as Lajohn but resembled Leah and her mom. I can assume this was Seth. I step out and walk over to everyone as Lajohn goes to the car to get our luggage.
“Mom, this is my best friend-”
“Holy shit, Leah can make friends!?” Said the babyface giant.
“Will you shut up Seth! Yes, I can. Can you get a girlfriend? No, you can’t. So, hush.”
“Ouch Leah. That hurt.” He says folding his arms over his heart and rolling his eyes with a sad look on his face. I just want to make him cookies and tell him its okay.
“Anyways, this is my best friend Y/n. Y/n/n, this my mother Sue and my annoying-”
“Yet handsome.”
“-Little brother, Seth.” She says, ignoring him completely.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys. I’ve seen pictures of you guys back at Leah’s apartment and she talks about home all the time.”
“It's nice to meet you too Y/n. Come on in and let the guys get your stuff.”
“Yeah, Seth, chop-chop little puppy,” Leah says clapping her hands to rush him. He just looks at her and gives her the finger when their mom isn’t looking and walks towards the back of the car. I can hear him and Lajohn talking about some pack of cold ones. I don’t think Seth is old enough to drink…
The next day: Thanksgiving
For the rest of yesterday evening, Leah and Ms. Sue (who keeps on insisting I drop the Ms. Part; I will not, my grandmother taught me to always say Mr., Ms., and Mrs.,) showed me around town and I was able to meet Emily and Sam, and Jacob and Billy. They seemed welcoming. Emily especially, although, Sam, Jacob, and Billy seemed on edge with me. I told that to Leah and she reassured me that their faces and attitudes are always like that with everyone. Lajohn eased my worrying saying they were worse with him because he was dating Leah. He was more scared of Seth and their mom out of everyone though.
Currently, Leah, Ms. Sue, Lajohn, and I are on our way to Emily and Sam’s place. When we pull up, we’re greeted by her and a few other girls from the reservation. We walk up and I’m automatically hugged by this small “5’8” girl with wild layered hair with streaks of color in it.
“Hey everyone! Y/n, this is my niece Clair. Sorry, she just gets excited about meeting new people. And this is Halulah and Kim, Embry and Jared’s girlfriends. Come one inside, the guys will be back in an hour or so. That should give us enough time to finish the turkey and dessert.” I waved at them and we all went inside. That time was short-lived until we heard wolves howling in the distance and Sam and Lajohn were out the door. I was about to ask what that was about but was cut off by Leah shoving plates in my hands to set up the table.
A little while later, we hear laughter and thumping of footsteps coming from the front door.
“HONEY I’M HOME! Ouch! Jared! What was that for?!” one voice said.
“For being a dumbass, that’s why.” I assume is Jared’s voice.
“Language!” said Seth followed by a loud punch and a yelp from him.
“Ouch, damnit Paul! That hurt!” said Seth.
“LaNgUaGe!” said, who I can assume is Paul with a bolstering laugh. Emily rolled her eyes and looked at Sam, who looked at them before they turned the corner. A choir of “sorry” and “my bad” was said before they showed themselves.
“Y/n, I’d like you to meet my children for all intended purposes. The boy who is giving Clair a piggyback ride to is Quil; the boy hugging Halulah is Embry—the one I told you about. This is Jared, Kim’s—godforsaken—boyfriend.”
“Hey! I’m not that bad!” she ignores him.
“Jake should be here with his girlfriend Nessie in a little bit, and the one behind us thinking I CAN’T SEE HIM STEALING THE TURKEY! Is Paul.” I looked behind her and catch a red-handed guilty-looking, Paul.
“Hey, at least I tri-” he stops mid-sentence as our eyes connect. I felt like I was in my apartment room reaching cloud 9. Everything around me blurred and all I saw was him. I felt my heart skip a beat and was knocked the air out of me. I couldn’t move, didn’t hear a sound, and kind of dizzy. I snap back when I hear laughter.
“Aww! Bunny! See! I told you it would happen!” Leah says laughing. I look at her confused then looked back at everyone else who was laughing too. Paul coughed and I looked at him. His expression went from being shocked, angry, sad, then content and surprised. He looked at Sam then walked over to me. Standing in front of me, he smiles and introduces himself.
“Hey, I’m Paul. What’s your name beautiful?” Damn, I guess I owe Leah $20.
So, I created a series of this called Holiday Love in my Masterlist (for some reason the links don’t always work on the phone.) But I am trying to make them a stand alone or you can read them all together. Up to you.
Warning: Remember, the imprints are all the same age as one another. NO PEDOPHILIA IS EVER USED IN MY STORIES. The wolves don't age until they give up their ability to shift. So essentially, Embry will be immortal since Y/n is immortal too.
BTW: I realized a while ago, Rachel was in college in Twilight, but she imprinted on Paul, who was 15. What the fuck Stephanie…. you know what…please enjoy.
Comment if you want to be tagged in the next one.
Tag: @pillowjj @summeerrr
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Y/n POV
It wasn't long after that, Sam called Carlisle to meet at the treaty line. It didn't take a Neuroscientist to figure out why we're having the meeting. The look on everyone's faces and how it directed towards me made me worry even more.
"Should I know something before we head down there?" I asked tensely.
"Yes. There is a treaty in place between the wolves and us. They're our natural-born enemy. They protect the Reservation from our kind. They have the right to kill us if we pass the treaty line or any other vampire, for that matter. And if we slip up even once, it's a death sentence for us." Carlisle said. "It would be best that we keep calm and cool composure. Just explain everything, and hopefully, there won't be too much damage." I nod my head, and we head outside. There was a howl in the distance—a painful one.
Not long afterward, we come upon a clearing, and the wolves are already there. I notice the three wolves that were there the night Vanity and Leo kidnapped me. The big black wolf was in front of the other two in addition to five other ones. I recognize Jake, but I don't know who the rest are. Once we stop, I get a good look at them, and one of them starts backing away, ears flop downwards, and head lowers. Deflated, I assume. The black wolf snaps at him and turns back towards us, specifically, me.
"Good evening. I believe we all know why we're here." Carlisle starts.
"Sam wants to know what happened. And how did we find her." Edward says, looking at the black wolf. Everyone turns towards me, and I step up.
"Hey. Um, well, I guess three of you know since you were there that night. But essentially, I was kidnapped by two vampires. Eventually, and unfortunately, I was thrown over the cliff and into rough waters. According to Vanity—the girl vampire—I went into shock and drowned. But while underwater, before my heart could stop, she changed me. We made it to shore on First Beach, and she did CPR, then continue to try to change me—biting major arteries—then proceed to head upwards to Canada somehow. Obviously, the change was a success, but it was painful.
"From there, I was in Canada with Vanity. I have a good amount of control over my thirst. I honestly never really thought about animal blood, to be honest. I would only go after criminals, pedophiles, abusive people, and murderers—basically, those who are the scum of the earth. The best ones were sex-traffickers, although I didn't really eat them; I just slaughtered them and tipped off the FBI or police in the area about them. Sorry, off-topic. But I went to Italy, where Vanity met her mate, and I met up with Alice, Edward, and Bella. Then we flew back here, and now we're here." I said. It was quiet after I finished. The wolf, who looked like he had an emotional breakdown, slowly backed away and into the wooded area.
I looked at the other ones and felt a familiarity with them. Something about them reminded me of my friends on the Reservation. I think back to when Jake changed into the wolf and looked back at all of them in shock. I was even more surprised when my eyes couldn't leave a particular wolf. I was locked in with this one. I started to feel lightheaded and excited. I began to feel happy, and like I was on cloud 9. We both looked at each other until someone came from behind the bushes.
"Jared," I said. I didn't know if I was supposed to be surprised or not. We just stared at one another until one made the first move to look away or say something. He looked away and shook his head to the ground.
"Why did you come back?" he asked in a whisper.
"I wasn't going to. Or at least, I wasn't going to yet. But after running into Alice, Edward, and Bella, something just told me to follow them." I shrug my shoulders. He looked at me and narrowed his eyes.
"You say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. You should've just stayed away. For good." He says with anger in his voice but in his eyes screamed pain.
"Something told me to come back to Forks, Jared. You know more than anyone that it's best to listen to your gut. In my case, something strong told me to. Plus, I thought you'd be happy to see me instead of five years down the line someone finds my body washed up on a beach or floating in the ocean somewhere missing a leg with my brain oozing out." I said with a little force in my voice.
"Gruesome." Emmitt says behind me, followed by an "Ouch Rosie" from a pop in the head. Jared starts pacing back and forth, trying to calm himself. He stops and shakes his head.
"I can't even look at you anymore, Y/n. Now that you're a leech!" he yells.
"A leech! Are you kidding me, Jared!? Did you think I chose this!?" I asked, now fuming. "I don't know if you were paying attention but didn't choose this life, Jared. It happened, and now I'm living it." I say, swinging my arms around.
"Yeah, well, I rather have to burry you than to have you like this!" he says. It's quiet, and everyone just looks at him.
"Yeah? Then I guess you should have done your job and fucking saved me. DO NOT blame me because YOU failed to SAVE me!" I smirk, "Technically, this is your fault. You dug your grave; now, you can sleep in it." Everyone looks at both of us. "Goodbye, Magenta," I said, taking one last look at the grey color wolf before heading back to the Cullen's place.
Jared's POV
I watch as my best friend runs away. Parts of me know that it wasn't her fault. I know that it's my fault for what happened to her. If I could go back in time to the beach, I wouldn't even bother going that day. Her parents would have probably made her leave the house anyway with their arguing, but at least she would've ended back at my place.
I start shaking and shift in front of everyone and run in the opposite direction. Away from the pack, blocking out the screams in my head. I have to get out. I have to leave. I think back to when she initially left for Texas. That was painful, but I knew there was social media and I knew that we could never lose contact with one another.
But when I thought she died. That was different. That was pain that I've never felt before. I'm not going to lie, I did kind of wonder if she was a vampire, and I wondered if I found out that she was, how would I react. But there's a difference between what if's and actuality. In my mind, I trained myself to be OK with it. But I wasn't expecting it to come true now that it is. Am I OK with it? Am I happy to know where and what happened to my sister? Yes. But do I like knowing that she's a fucking leech? FUCK no. But can I do anything about it? No. My emotions are all over the place; my DNA says kill her—including the Cullen's (them first, then her obviously)—but my heart says, she's my Blue. Regardless, she's my best friend.
Her words hit me like a wrecking ball. It didn't help that she also called me Magenta. Fuck! I look at the sky and watch as the rainfall gets harder and wonder what I should do. I lay there in the dirt and rain near the border of Canada and cry.
Embry's POV
Son's of bitches…I fucking imprinted…on Y/n.
She's a vampire.
A fucking vampire.
I imprinted on a vampire.
I imprinted on Y/n… who's a fucking VAMPIRE!
"This day just keeps getting better and better." -Leah
"So, what, we can't do shit now?" -Quil
"If we were able to swim in our wolf form, this would have been a lot easier." -Paul
"Let's head back. Edward, we'll discuss this later. I'll talk to the elders about this…. situation."-Sam. Edward nods his head, and the Cullen's leave. Sam turns to me, and I could do nothing but shake my head and head back to Emily and Sam's place.
Sam tells Emily and Kim what happened, we all can do nothing but comfort Kim. She knows how hard it must be for Jared to lose his best friend. She even told us before that when they were going to get married, Y/n would be his grooms-woman, and he'd be her brides-man. After Y/n's disappearance, Jared was extra, extra protective over Kim. Witnessing firsthand someone getting kidnapped in front of you can trigger something—vampire or not. Everyone then turned to me. I looked away and looked at the rain falling hard just to avoid any questions or eye-contact. Paul broke the silence.
"So, what are you going to do?" he asked, directed towards me. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to avoid their gazes. I'm living a dream, no, fantasy here. The universe grants me one of the few things that I've ever wanted and one of the first things I've wanted since shifting.
Y/n
She's my imprint, the one and only, the reason for my existence. And she's a fucking vampire. What do you do in a situation like this? I can't leave her. Having her away from me will kill me. But after what happened between her and Jared…It really doesn't matter, to be honest. She'd be in my life one way or another. So many options and possibilities available, yet it comes down to one.
Fuck it.
Without a word, I go outside and shift. I head towards the Cullen's to talk to Y/n. Should I wait until everything calms down? Yes. But can I wait until everything calms down? No. As I get closer, I yell to Edward what my intentions are and for him to possibly, let me around Y/n to talk to her. As I come upon the house, I can see her outside. Arms crossed with a deflated look on her face.
"I’m going to fucking kill Jared.” I think to myself. I stop just beyond the tree line and change into some shorts. As I jog up to the porch, Y/n hands me a towel to dry off. Once I get the majority of the water off, we just look at each other. I can see the pain in her eyes and can almost feel every ounce of grief oozing off her. Without even thinking about it, I pull her to me and hug her. She wraps her arms around me and hides her face in my neck. I know if she could cry, she’d be bawling. Hurtful words were passed around—things that had no actual meaning to them was said. Remorse and fault words shared between Jared and Y/n was painful to all of us.
We knew what Jared said was kind of right. He would want her in the ground instead of walking around dead; however, we know that it would be a double-edged sword in either situation. It was at this moment that I answered the question I had earlier. And no, I don’t give a flying fuck what Y/n is. I have always loved her, and in this very second, she needs me just like I would need her if I was in her shoes. Vampire or not, I love her.
Y/n POV
A few days had passed since Jared allowed anyone, besides Kim and his family, to contact him. Seeing me really took a toll on him. I still haven’t talked to him, and he hasn’t said anything back. I feel bad for the words that came out of my mouth, but Embry lets me know that my words were justified by his words said to me.
Finding out that Embry was my mate was both exciting and crazy. I’ve always had feelings for him and was still unsure if he felt the same. Well, now I know he felt the same. We talked about it and tried to see how we were going about this. And, much to Rosalie’s dismay, Embry would be around a lot. Especially since I am adapting to my new diet. A week later, Embry and I are outside relaxing in the back yard when my phone rings from upstairs. Alice, being the weird sister I’ve grown to love, tosses it over the balcony. I look at the caller, and I freeze.
“It’s Jared…” I look up at Embry, and he looks at me. Allowing me to decide. I just watch it until it stops ringing, and not long after, the voicemail notification pops up. I listen to it, and it’s Kim.
“Hey, Y/n. I know this is random, and I don’t fault you if you didn’t want to do this, but could you meet with Jared at the treaty line. I know things were tense, and again, I understand if you don’t want to do this, but if you do…please come to the treaty line. Bring Embry too! OK, well,…bye.” I look up at Embry with questionable eyes. He looks back at me and smiles,
“Whatever you choose, love, I am right here with you.” He says, leaning in kissing my forehead. I look down at my phone and zone in on myself.
“Go…you have to.” the internal voice said. I nod and smile at Embry and get up. He follows, and I tell him that I want to go. He kisses me, and I back away so he can shift. Once he’s done so, we head out. On the way there, I decided to ride Embry’s back. It’s fun, he doesn’t mind, and it helps me ease my nerves. I hide my head in his fur and try to relax into him. I don’t want this to end badly, and I know that he would be there to protect me and defuse the situation if things go south. Embry notifies me that we’re close, and I focus ahead. When we come to the clearing, Jared is there with Jake and Quil in human form. Embry shifts back, and Jared and I just face each other, knowing that there is no danger.
It's quiet as the child-like brother of mine is over an invisible line, almost like in two different universes coming together as one in a matter of a footstep. It doesn’t take long for this to end because, in the future, Jared and I are children at heart. He blinked,
“HA! I WIN!” I say, smiling. He starts laughing.
“Man! That’s only because you don’t need to blink. So, it doesn’t count!” I shake my head and hold out my hand.
“Nope. Pay up! You know the drill.” He rolls his eyes and hands over five dollars. “Thank you, kind sir,” I say, smiling.
“Yeah, yeah. I got you next time. Arm wrestling Y/n/n.” He puts his hand out to shake.
“You’re on, J.” I shake his. And we pull each other in for a quick hug. “I’m sorry. I know you tried to save me from them without trying to hurt me in any way. I don’t fault you. I also understand why you had to leave the group. It sucked, but I understand now.” I say, pulling back.
“I’m sorry for saying that shit to you. It just caught me off guard. When Jake said you were back, I was ecstatic. But then he said you were a vampire, and I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t believe it until I saw it. And seeing it put me in a state of shock. Then hearing how it all happened and what you’ve been through...it frightened me. And if I’m honest, I’d rather have you as a mosquito than not at all.” He says, looking down, but then gets a mischievous look in his eyes.
“But think of all the shit we can pull now! Without getting hurt!” my eyes go wide in excitement, and we start laughing.
“We’re fucked, aren’t we?” Embry asked.
“No, you and Kim are fucked. We’re just bystanders.” Quil says.
“No, we’re safe; you’re going to get the short end of the stick as their test subjects,” Embry says back with a smile. We look at Quil and Jake with a grin.
“Ah, fuck. But wait! Y/n can’t come over to the Reservation!” Jake says as if that mattered.
“Yes, but I, the amazing imprint that I am, can. Just give me instructions, and I will be able to fulfill the task at hand with a video recording the whole thing.” Embry says, smiling. I go up to him and kiss his cheek.
Part 1: Hello My Dear Friend
Part 2: Goodbye My Dear Friend
Part 3: Welcome My Dear Friend
Part 4: Why My Dear Friend
Part 5: End My Dear Friend
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A/n: You know me, I got to write a novel before you can get to the great stuff. I think I keep getting the movie and books mixed up. If I did, sorry. But just enjoy it lol, that's all that matters, right?
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Y/n POV:
I'm walking through the streets of Ontario, Vanity on one side and her "boyfriend" of the month on the other. Ever since the loss of Leo, she's been happily carrying out her dream of living her college experience that she never got to act out. Comes to find out, Leo wasn't her mate; he was her stalker from when they were human. Long story short, they went to college together in the '70s, and he was obsessed with her. One night, lurking outside of her dorm, he was attacked by, you guessed it, a vampire. So, like the trifling ass he was, he attacked her and basically held her hostage all this time. Abusive and manipulative—she wanted a way out. She wasn't expecting wolves to be real, but if she could thank them without getting killed, she would.
Anyway, it has been a little over six months or so since that faithful night in La Push, where I was never seen again. I never got to say goodbye to my family and friends, and when I found out that there was a search for me going on, it was hard to watch. My family and friends posting photos on social media, talking to the police, and holding a conference, all of it broke my heart. We head back to our hotel room thanks to David—wait, was it David? Yeah, I'm going to say David—who graciously paid for two. Unfortunately, no matter how far apart our rooms are, I can still hear them. Fucking vampire hearing. Oh, if you hadn't figured it out, Vanity changed me. I honestly don't really know if I am mad or not. On the one hand, I am pissed; I'd rather be dead than be the walking dead, feeding off people—I prefer the criminals if I'm honest. But I'd rather not have my body lost in a ditch somewhere or parts of it in a shark's mouth.
Regardless, I really want to go back home, but I don't want to leave Vanity. If I had to describe her, I'd say she is like Harley Quinn. Rambunctious, emotional, kind of stupid but smart, party animal, and promiscuous. All of which attracts her victims. Whereas, there's me, the complete opposite of her—I ground her and keep her from being irrational, and she makes sure I "live a little" since I try not to go on a killing spree and I'd prefer to not have my first time with some random guy who I might accidentally kill. Again, I'd prefer to go after the major criminals, male or female, and not the innocent bystanders. I may or may not do active searching in the area for criminal records. I leave the petty crime alone; it's the others with no sense of morality that I play with. A few hours later, Vanity knocks on my door and tells me that we're heading out.
"Where’s David?” I said, swinging my bag over my shoulder and looking around. She gave me a look and rolled her eyes but smiles.
“His name is Kyle. I assume my next victim will be named David?” She looks up at me and smiles. I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. I have this weird ability to know things. I don’t know how I know it, but I just know it, you know? Almost like an enhanced intuition. Not like a psychic, but I just…know what’s next. Harley Quinn Jr. over here is basically a succubus—natural raw talent to draw men in. I mean, yes, vampires can do that naturally, but she could wear a mask, and her voice calls them in.
“I guess we’ll see in the next coming days. Or weeks,” I say, looking ahead leaving the hotel. “So, I can assume that we’re leaving Kyle back at the hotel and heading somewhere? Outside of Canada?”
“Yes, my dear, you are absolutely correct. How about South America? I’ve never been outside of the U.S. That bastard never wanted to. It was ‘unnecessary’ and ‘we have everything we need here,’ pathetic ass.” she says, rolling her eyes at the thought of him. I laugh and change our course location.
“How about Italy instead?” I say, getting a better feeling. She stops and looks at me and smiles.
“Oh! Even better! But we need to be careful.” She said in seriousness.
“What do you mean? What’s wrong with Italy?”
“Well, the Volturi is there. Remember how I was telling you about these vampire police/mafia? Well, that’s them. They live in Volterra. I think we can visit, but staying there longer than a week, well really 3 days, may raise a red flag.” Vanity said.
“So, visiting the castle/church is basically out of the question?”
“Yes. They stay there, and the better we lay low, the more fun we can have. Why did you say Italy anyway?” she looked up at me with curiosity. We step up to an ATM machine and take out enough money from Dav-Kyles card and then discard it somewhere where it won’t be found.
“Do we really need to know that answer?” I said, looking at her with a smile. She shakes her head and laughs as we continue onward towards the bus station.
“You need to eat before we stay near anyone.” She tells me. I nod my head and search out for my next meal. I listen to my intuition and walk ahead of us. Weaving around people, turning down different streets until I come upon a high-class looking neighborhood. I calmly walk down the street listening for my next direction.
“Take a left on 5th, then right on the first alleyway. They’ll come,” my inner self said. I follow as instructed and wait. Vanity stopped questioning the things I know and follows along with it. It never led us in a bad situation, and she learned I wouldn’t put us in one. Believe it or not, she’s not evil, misguided maybe, but not bad. Speaking of being evil or not. Here comes our meal.
It was a man, a woman, and a child around six. I looked at Vanity, and she looked back at me. We nodded our heads and waited for the perfect moment. The man, “5’8” dirty blond hair, lanky, with tattoos across his body, was walking in front of the woman and child. The woman—who was “5’3”, long brunette hair with pale skin—was walking together with a little boy with black curly hair, big wide eyes, and dimples. They didn’t see us in the corner of the alley watching them. The man turned around, and before he could do anything, Vanity was behind him. The look on the woman’s face was in a state of shock. Vanity grabbed him by his collar and tossed him near the garbage bin. I looked at the woman, then at the boy, and walked towards her while Vanity was having her meal. I could hear a struggle, and I blocked the little boy's sight.
“Let’s go for a walk, shall we?” I smiled. We walked back in the direction they came from, finding a frantic mother looking for him. We retrieved the little boy to her and walked back to where her lover (I assume) would be dead at. As we rounded the corner to the alley, I shoved her and made sure she saw my face before I ended her life. Like the life she and her trash partner in crime almost took. Discarding the body and gaining enough fill to complete the bus ride, we head back and proceed to Italy.
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“Remind me to never get on a plane again,” I told Vanity as she skips through the terminal.
“Oh, come on! It wasn’t that bad.” She said sarcastically.
“I’m going to ignore that comment. Now that we’re here, you can lead the way.” She smiles and proceeds to give me the rundown of what we need to do and where we need to go. It didn’t take long to find willing victims to help us. After going to the bathroom to switch out our contacts, we sat at the airport's bar and waited. It wasn’t long afterward that two men walk up to us and proceed to have a conversation.
“My friend and I are stuck here until we can get a hotel room. Somehow, our reservation didn’t go through, and so now we’re stuck. You wouldn’t by happen to know any hotels nearby that aren’t too expensive, would you?” Vanity said, laying it hard on Thing 1 while I played the shy and sad yet worried friend to Thing 2.
“Of course, we do. How about you guys come back to ours, and we can help you get settled in. We’re here on business, and we could use some company while here.” Thing 1 said. We smiled as if we were so grateful and played the willing idiots they thought we were. We left the bar and headed towards their car and to the hotel. We checked in and proceeded to the room. Vanity and I shared a look at one another and smiled. We weren’t going to kill them; we just needed to use them. Then what Vanity does next is entirely up to her. Over the next couple of days, we convinced Thing 1 and Thing 2 to buy us separate rooms but proceeded to see them. It was currently eleven at night, and Vanity and I decided to head towards Volterra. We checked out and went on foot, going unnoticed to others around. Once we hit some wooded areas, we set sail. About an hour later, I was given instructions.
“Turn left, go up a hill, sharp right, then wait.” I do as instructed, and Vanity follows. She asked what I was doing, and I just pointed to my head. After coming to the location, we wait.
“I know there’s a reason, but is there a reason as to why we’re here?” I look at her and shrug my shoulders. Not long afterward, we hear footsteps running towards us.
“Don’t be afraid.” I hear, and Vanity’s face pops in my head. I grab her hand and give her a smile to ease her worry. I let go of her hand as we come upon four figures. Not even 30 seconds later, I hear
“Hot damn.” I look at Vanity and watch her look at the bigger guy of the group. He smiles, and she smiles back at him. I hid my smile behind my hand and try not to laugh out loud. The big boy goes around the blonde little girl in front of him and steps up to her.
“Hello there, I’m Felix. What might your name be mia bella” he says, looking down at her. ‘Ol boy is huge, and I mean Vanity has to lift her head all the way up to look at him. She smiles at him and raises her hand towards him to shake.
“The names Vanity handsome.” She says, giving her signature smile that brings men weak to the knees. They smile at one another, and the little blonde girl announces herself.
“Felix, let's go. Aro will be expecting us.” And they runoff. Felix rolls his eyes and puts out an arm for Vanity to grab and acknowledges me to follow. We make it to the castle, and we are directed to the three kings Vanity has told me about. And dear God, are they some ugly ass people. Aren't Vampires supposed to be pretty?
Long story short, Vanity found her mate and is basically forced to stay here. I, on the other hand, have no need or want to stay here. Aro can read people's minds by touching them (ew) and picking up on my wanting to leave. No amount of coercing will get me to stay. Vanity understood, but I did promise to stay for a while. Just long enough to know that If I leave, I know Vanity would be safe. But by the time I chose to leave, I was instructed not to.
“You’re staying!” she said/asked me, jumping on my couch while Felix stood in the doorway. I smiled and shook my head.
“No, but I will stay for a little while longer,” I said, tapping on my timple. She nodded her head and hugged me. “Plus, I’m still iffy about Felix here. How do I know you won't hurt her?” I said, half-joking half-serious. But with a smile. He smiled back, understanding the underline warning in my tone.
“I promise you, I would kill myself before I hurt a hair on her head.” I nodded my head.
“Remember, I’ll know if something is wrong...” I said, looking at him.
“And that’s why I love you!” Vanity said, hugging my neck. “Did I ever thank you for choosing Italy as our destination?” I laughed and nodded my head.
“Only about a thousand times.” We continued to talk until Demitri came to let us know it was almost mealtime. We left and went to the main room. Felix and Vanity joined them as I spoke to the receptionist. All of a sudden, I notice three people leaving. A human girl and two vampires I recognized from Forks.
“Bella?” they stopped and looked at me. Her eyes widen as she recognized who I was.
“Y/n?! Wha-what, what happened to you?!” before I could respond, Vanity and Felix come back out, hearing the conversation.
“Well, I changed.” I shrug my shoulders. Alice and Edward are just as surprised, and Vanity breaks the awkwardness.
“Hi! I’m Vanity. Who are you guys?” she asked sweetly. I respond to her.
“This is Alice and Edward Cullen, and the human girl is Bella. We all lived in the same area as each other.” She nodded her head. She looked back at me and gave me a sad smile. We realized this is why I didn't leave when I necessarily wanted to.
“Come on. You can tell us everything on the way.” Alice said sweetly. I hugged the shit out of Vanity, and she gave them a warning as I gave Felix earlier. We grabbed some robes and headed back towards Forks. I have a lot of explaining to do.
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Once we landed, I texted Vanity and talked to Alice, Bella, and Edward. I told them I will explain everything when we get to their house. Within an hour of talking to them, I figured Edward and Alice out quickly.
“Be careful of your thoughts and actions...” was the first thought. “He’s a Mindreader” was the second. And “She’s a Psychic” was the third. Edward was slightly standoffish from me knowing, but Alice was ecstatic. It was amusing. She and Vanity would be great friends, trouble makers, but best friends. When we pull up to their house, I notice the rest of the family waiting outside. To say that they were shocked, seeing me is a stretch. The same questions Bella had in Volterra was written on all of their faces. So we proceeded inside to where I explained what happened after my disappearance a few months ago.
“So, I guess I should start from the beginning...” and I proceeded to tell them what happened that night with Vanity, Leo, and the three wolves that came after us. How Vanity decided to throw me into the water and swim off with me. How I basically drowned, and she changed me while underwater. Biting every central artery area and swimming off with me. Now, how did I survive? No idea. It was painful. The transformation and the added pain of not breathing were so frightening that I passed out. We made it to land not too far from the cliff, and she ran towards Canada, unknowing to the wolves. There is where we stayed for the next few months, back and forth from Canada to Alaska and back. I explained what happened and why we were in Italy and how I made a full circle in under a year. Before anyone could ask a question, Edward called out,
“Jakes here.” I looked at him in shock. “You have to hide,” Edward said to me. I looked at him as if he lost his mind.
“What? Why? I won't hurt him. Jakes, my friend.” I said defensively. Believe it or not, I gained significant control over my thirst thanks to my ability. Learning to listen to it helped me better than expected. It took a while to trust it completely, but I’ve learned to do so.
“Y/n. Jake isn't the same Jake as before. He’s...changed.” Bella said. Oh no... the last time I heard that I lost my best friend. I shook my head.
“No...don't say that. Jake wouldn't know as long as I have my contacts in.” Before anyone could say anything, there was Jake, outside looking nothing how the Jake I knew before looked. He was outside asking for Bella to make sure she isn't a “leech.” What the fuck? I went outside to see what the hell was going on, and that’s when Jake saw me. I looked at him and saw why they said he was different. He changed, just like Jared did.
“Y/n! Is that...is that you!?” Jake yelled/whispered, looking at me. I smiled a wave awkwardly.
“Hey, Jake.” He looked in disbelief.
“Hey, Jake? Hey Jake?! You disappear for six months and come back as, as, THIS! And all you can say is HEY!!!” I flinch, taking a step back. “Did that girl do this to you?” I looked at him, confused.
“How did you know about that?” I asked. He shook his head and backed away. A few seconds later, he shifted...into a fucking wolf. Now it clicked together with why Jared went from friendly to hostile. Jake ran off into the woods and howled.
“Jake is going to tell Sam. Prepare to meet up with them,” Edward said. Which Rosalie responded with an eye roll and a sarcastic “Great.” Something tells me that things are about to get real interesting.
Part 1: Hello My Dear Friend
Part 2: Goodbye My Dear Friend
Part 3: Welcome My Dear Friend
Part 4: Why My Dear Friend
Part 5: End My Dear Friend
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Warning: Death, Emotional support and control, CPS/fostering/adoption/homes.
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Y/n was an easy-going kid growing up, full of life, happiness, and all things of that. It wasn’t until the tragic accident happened that landed you in foster care. CPS searched high and low for a family member to take you in. But to no avail, you were still in the system from the soft ages of five to 15.5 years (to be exact). It wasn’t the easiest, nicest, and not the most pleasant, but you survived and that’s all that mattered. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.
You were taken in by your great aunt when you were eight, but by then, the damages had been done. You were distant, hesitant, and deemed as an “aggressive” child. The only life form you ever let get close to you was the dog of the house, Manny. As soon as you entered the household, Manny was your comforter, protector, and your emotional and mental support. Your great aunt and uncle realized this and let it be. It wasn’t until another accident occurred that resulted in Manny’s death did you end up in a group home. The pain was too much, and because you weren’t properly taught how to express your emotions healthily, it resulted in a few tossed dishes, runaways, holes in the wall, and nights of screams and cries that could be heard for miles. Ever since, at the tender age of nine (at this point), you wouldn’t allow any form of being near you. The thought of going through that pain again only would hurt 20x more than the time you lost your family and Manny. And that wasn’t worth it.
That is until you were fostered by a couple who wanted to adopt you in the small town of La Push. You had met your foster mom, Emily, at the group home she volunteered at and for once grew attached to someone. It took a while, but something about Emily gave you a sense of home. She reminded you of your mother. Or what little you had of her. All you had of your family was pictures and trinkets you hid from the other kids, so they don’t mess with it.
You and Emily grew close. So close that Emily had to stop volunteering at the group home. Regret consumed you until you had a potential parental meeting to be adopted. When you walked into the room, the first person you saw was your caseworker, Lilly (the bitch), and then you saw her…Emily. You ran to her as fast as you could, hugged her with all your strength, and cried.
“What are you doing here?” You cried into her shoulder.
“I’m here to take you home Y/n/n.” you looked at her confused. She smiled and continued,
“That’s why I stopped volunteering. It would have been a conflict of interest and unethical to continue to work here and then adopt you, sweetie. So, I talked to Jessica and Leo,” the group homeowners, “and they said I would have to stop for a given month, place in an application, allow CPS to check if we’re acceptable to be able to be a contender. But Jess and Leo somehow convinced them to speed up the year process to five months. I’m so sorry Hun, I didn’t mean to be away for this long.” She said with tears forming in her eyes.
“You want me?” I said in disbelief. She smiled and looked up at a man I didn’t realize who was there. Big ass dude who looked to be “6’4”, broad shoulders, buff, and looks like he could intimidate and scare off anyone in his path. He grinned down at Emily and looked towards me. He held out his hand and introduced himself.
“I’m Sam, Emily’s husband. She has told me nothing but great things about you Y/n.” I hesitantly but confidently shook his hand and from then forward, I was accepted into their close little family. And to be honest, I wasn’t that was surprised at how easily I had grown attached to the two.
Six months later
I was in the garden with Emily fixing the flower beds when I heard the guys come from the forest. Emily and I looked at each other and went inside to clean up real fast and prepare for their ultimate feast. The guys had been training for some vampiric war due to this incompetent girl who can’t get herself out of trouble.
It was on accident really, how I found out what Sam and the guys are. Two things happened, one, Embry imprinted on me, and two, I was there that uneventful day, the first day I met Bella, where her dumbass punched Paul. Not only did I see Paul, but I also saw Jake transform.
Living with Sam and Emily for a month and a half
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” I yell at a distance, Embry, my imprint before I knew what it was, Quil, and Jered all turned to look at me.
“Fuck.” Sam said, he turned to look at me, but I took off. I didn’t know where I was running, but I ran. I wanted to go home, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know if Emily or Leah did the same thing. So, I just ran, ran until I got to First beach. I fell to the sand to catch my breath and just looked out into the ocean. I felt someone sit next to me, without even looking, I knew who it was. The second and last person I’ll let come as close as they were to me; the only other male to be within proximity of me. Enough to where our shoulders touched.
Embry. The cute and idiotic boy I took to instantly the second we met. I never understood or knew what it was about him, but whatever it was, I tried to fight it at first, but it hurt more than I thought it would. Emily said to just let it happen, let yourself feel, and not resist. It was hard, but after some time, he somehow looked like it affected him more than me, which worried and hurt me. Without a second thought, I accepted and allow myself to the possibility of gaining a closer friend. And since, he has been one of the closest people I have ever taken to. More so than Emily, and that says a lot. I broke the silence.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” I said without looking at him.
“I figured you’d want to get adapted to living here before you found out that our legends are true Olives.” I roll my eyes at the nickname he gave me as soon as he found out that I despise Olives. I looked at him and looked down as our knees were leaning on one another.
“You still could have said something…I don’t know. Anything. You know I hate secrets, especially coming from you Cilantro.” He wrapped his arm around me, and I easily gave into him. It used to bother me how easily I took to him being close to me, but now, I don’t fight it.
“I know, and I’m sorry. No more secrets, I promise. Unless I have to protect you, but I promise, I will try to keep you out of that situation Olives.” I looked up at him, I couldn’t look away even if I tried. His big soft brown eyes carried the light from the sun as if it was a sea with quiet waves. A whirlpool of honey mixed with chocolate. The boy had a grasp on me, but I wouldn’t break what we have for some weird crush. But apparently, he would because without a second thought, he leaned in and I felt two warm lips against mine. I did nothing at first, but when he pulled away, I leaned in and caught his lips to mine again to show him how I felt back. After that, we leaned our foreheads against each other and smiled. Thus, resulting in him to tell me about imprinting. Now, that, I understood why he held back from telling me. Thinking back on it, the ways the pack responded to us, it made sense.
“Awe, look at the married couple.” -Jared, when we were eating.
“You guys want us to leave while you have your privacy, or are we welcomed into the conversation?” -Brady, when we were hanging out at the beach.
“Get a room!”- Paul, when we were doing nothing but making stupid faces at each other.
Everyone knew I hated being touched or having someone too close to me, except for Emily. So, when I allowed Embry to do so, that brought on more teasing. And it wasn’t big stuff like wrapping an arm around me. It was small things.
When he’d sit next to me at the table, he would be close enough for me to cross my legs and rest my foot behind his calf, yet far enough so no one would be able to notice.
Sometimes Emily and I would be sitting at the table when the guys come in. He would purposefully be last so that when he came behind me, he would glide his finger softly at my exposed skin. At one point, he didn’t care, and Emily saw him do it then saw my reaction. She was happy to see my reaction but said nothing to me.
When Emily and I are cleaning the kitchen from cooking and the guys come in to eat, he’d get the silverware and slightly brush his shoulder to mine. Then bump me with it and head back to the table. I would do nothing but smile, which caught Paul’s attention, who then pointed it out. Asshole.
After that, Embry said, “fuck it!” and just found a way to get close to me. I didn’t mind. But it was moments like these, on the sand, with his arm wrapped around me that no one saw. It was something that wasn’t worth showing. Something that I was not comfortable showing. The slight touches, I’m ok. But PDA, I can’t do. Thankfully he understands this.
Present Day
Just as the boys were entering, Emily and I just took the food out. Like normal, the boys set the table and for some reason, Embry came up to me first, kissed my cheek, grabbed the plates, and went to the table. I was shocked, but I wasn’t mad. No one saw it, so that put me at ease.
After eating and relaxing, Embry and I went to his place to just watch a movie. It was times like these did he love the most. Why? Because I was always attached to him. With Embry, I can get lost in time and can easily feel physically deprived from. So, when we are behind closed doors, I basically turn into a big baby. Another thing that has scared me. But I am learning.
With Embry, I am learning a lot about myself. My boundaries, comfort zones, and what I want. With Emily and Sam alone, I learned what I want, Manny proved that to me too. With my great aunt and uncle, I learned what I didn’t want. At the group home, I was taught how to survive. With all these lessons, I learned a great deal about myself. And all of it came into play meeting up to the love of my life. And every day, I am grateful.
So, I know I fell off the face of the earth recently. Sorry about that. A lot has recently happened in my life and I just wanted to start by saying thank you for following me and liking my writings. And secondly, I have writer's plague. I want to write so badly, but I lack the motivation, and I have slight writer blocks. It sucks because I have so much to say and so much to express and write out that…I don't know. My motivation just isn't there anymore, or at least now.
But also, I wanted to update yall on my health. So, I stated before that my health was in questioning and that I was in the hospital. It was determined that I had Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizures caused by stressful situations in my life. Between working at jobs that I hate, going back to school, family issues, and post-graduation depression, it was advised that I talk to someone.
Currently, I am doing just that. I had to go on anti-anxiety/depression medicine, and I am now talking to a professional counselor about everything. So, you know, it's been a journey thus far and I'm going up and down on a rollercoaster lately. However, I did get accepted into a master's program! And for the next 2½ -3 years, I will be working towards becoming a Marriage and Family Therapist and being involved in play therapy.
In the meantime, if you have any requests, PLEASE do not hesitate to send in requests. This helps me enormously and find some motivation to get through it all. Thank you for sticking this out with me! Also, I’m thinking about doing some Harry Potter. I kind of gotten stuck on that train for some weird reason, but let me know what yall think!
