Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight cast but I do own the plot of this story and the OCs, steal them and feel my WRATH!

I decided that after a while that I'd write my own Twilight story and yes it's a Paul/OC story but not only does it involve Paul.

Paul Moore is the irritable and reclusive werewolf of the Quileute Werewolf Tribe with no interest in the opposite sex whatsoever after his failed imprint of best friend's sister, Rachel Black he believes that he has no future with a woman. But that will all change abruptly when he swiftly imprints on one of the Circus's main acts, a dancer and the Ring Leader's daughter named Roxanne Gilmore. But will happen when for the first time in history, the imprintee rejects the imprinter.

Meanwhile Jake is struggling to get over his love for Bella but just can't seem to find the motivation to find love elsewhere. However what will the outcome be when he comes face to face with a Bella-look-alike complete with the satisfaction of no leech boyfriend? But who is he falling for? Bella's doppelganger or Piper McCormac, a girl who possesses Bella's appearance but not her personality?

At the same time, Leah has her hands full when she holds a flame for one of La Push's newest members, Gabrielle Whitehorse. He makes her feel like her heart had never been torn apart and made her act like the girl she was before she fell victim to heartbreak. Leah theorizes that she has imprinted on the new member but is she right or is there something more behind the scenes? Is Gabrielle all he really seems to be?

With time there come new changes especially for Sam and Emily. Our dearly beloved gentle Emily is crumbling under the stress of presenting her home as safe and secure for a strict and stern Ms. Svanhild, a woman who could make a decision that could change the Uley household forever. Can Emily keep the secrets of the Quileute Werewolves swept underneath the rug as this woman is looking for any excuse to refuse something very precious that Emily is just dying to have?

While everyone is involved with their own drama and problems, a dark force is set out to seek revenge against the Quileute Werewolves and soon they are framed and it not only involves their wolf sides but affects their human sides as well. Now friends are turned against each-other, secrets are released, bonds are severed and even though they must fight to stay together it might well be the end of the Quileute Werewolf Tribe.

You see this story is not only for Paul but it involves most of the Quileute tribe, I want this story to be filled with drama and details but I'm trying to stray away from regular soap operas that most women watch with desperation and so much emotion. That actually disgusts me. But did the plot (and sub-plots) catch your interest? I hope it did.

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Golden rays seeped through the old, slightly bent shades and highlighted two sleeping figures beneath the comfy covers of a bed. One curvy figure groaned when a golden column blinded her eyesight, curling fingers over the blankets in her tight grip and pulled them towards her face in an attempt to block the sunshine before she finally turned on her side and snuggled closer to her partner. In response to the extra warmth he received, he draped an arm over her waist. Eyelids were lifted to reveal stunning green eyes that sparkled with admiration when they immediately landed on his face. Her lips curved into a smile, she lifted one hand and gently caressed his face with her smooth fingertips, taking in every line that was imprinted onto his calm face. She could not deny a small giggle as his face scrunched up slightly. The muscles underneath his dark skin scrunched together on his forehead and then suddenly relaxed with the rest of his face. She watched him lovingly, her hand rested against her hand that used the pillow underneath for support. This was one of her most favorite times of the day, the early morning where she would usually rise before him (he claimed that she was the sun, shining beautifully and early every morning.) and just watch him with childlike interest. Her emerald eyes would trace his features from his wide forehead, wide nose, strong chin, full pink lips, and the few small strands of hair he had left on his head that was too short to cut. Indeed this was one of her favorite times just to watch him with as much affection and adoration she had for him.

"Zachariah." She crooned gingerly as she stressed out the syllables in his name in a sing-song style, her smile widened when his throat released a childish grunt. As much as she would love nothing more than to sleep later in the morning in his arms, she knew the risk they took when he would sneak into her trailer every night. For her overprotective father, it was taboo for a daughter and her boyfriend to sleep in the same bed together before they took the everlasting vow of marriage. They did nothing what was expected to happen when a boy and a girl were alone together. They talked about their day, watched movies, and even plan the next events with each-other before they retired to her bed, holding each-other in their arms and promising never to let go.

She took her hand away from his face and gently traced twirls down his bare, muscular arm. The girl knew that even the lightest touch would wake Zachariah, even the touch of her fingers trailing down his arms would rouse him. He let out a moan, he lifted an eyelid and stared down at her with a dark, hazy stare before it disappeared again.

"What time is it?" He inquest with a groan, he shifted in the bed slightly and bronze eyes stared down at her with a dazed look.

"Quarter of seven."

He released a whine as he turned on his other side, "Roxanne." She could only roll her eyes at him when he had used her name in a childish whine, before she sat herself up on one elbow while her hand rested on his forearm. She then ducked her head down to his bare shoulder and pressed her full lips down on to the tan skin, before lifting up two inches and planted another kiss further up his shoulder. He squirmed as her lips moved past his collarbone, leisurely up his neck, trailing small kisses from his shoulder to his lips finally. By this time, her hands framed his face as her legs folded underneath her while he kept himself up with an elbow and a hand on her shoulder. She finally freed his lips from her seductive trance, she rested her forehead against his with a victorious smirk.

"Have I told you how much I loved you?" His hand cupped the side of her face; his thumb gently rubbed the skin underneath her eye. She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch before loosely grasping his forearms and looked into his eyes.

"Not this morning you haven't." Her emerald eyes sparkled as her full pink lips turned in a smile, one that she knew would sent his heart fluttering just as his smile melted her to a puddle.

He chuckled as he leaned in closer to her, "Well in that case," He quickly left off as he gave her a quick peck on the lips but didn't distance himself from her once his lips were removed from hers, "I love you."

"Right back at ya tiger," She giggled when his arms lassoed around her, pulling her into his chiseled chest as he pressed his nose at the base of her neck. His breath sent a small shudder through her small body, she had to suppress a moan when he began to softly kiss her neck. Roxanne could just imagine the mischievous smirk on his face, the omnipotent power he knew he had over her with a single touch. The feeling of her skin touching his was indescribable; it was almost like a combination of a lightning storm and a fire that was produced by his touch. The rules may have changed but the game was still the same. She knew she would win this round, Zachariah knew his morals and standards in the relationship. It shocked many when it was Zachariah was the one who wanted to wait until marriage while Roxanne simply resisted the temptation, in respect for her love's wishes.

"As much as I love this darling," She sighed as he released her from his arms, "You need a shower and to sneak back before Baba wakes up."

She titled her head a bit when his lips turned into a small pout; he looked longingly towards the pillows before he turned his dark eyes to her, pleading.

"Zachariah Colt," She reprimanded him seriously as she rose from her bed, quickly losing the warmth that it provided when the cold air caused goose bumps to surface to the skin and prickled her skin, "We were almost caught last time, Baba's suspicious and he knows that something's up. He'll try to catch up, which is the reason why we got up so early."

He sighed and hung his head as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up to his full height of 6'2", which towered over Roxanne's 5'2" figure. Zachariah gripped her shoulders in both hands, he leaned his head forward and planted a small kiss on her head before he turned and disappeared through a door on his left. Roxanne's knees gave out, the mattress sunk slightly underneath her weight and when the sound of water pelting against a plastic floor reached her ears, she smiled. Zachariah Colt was a rare specimen of the human male species, she knew that all too well, she was radically grateful to have found him. He was patient, funny, caring, extraordinarily forgiving and understanding, and a hopeless romantic. Though he was shy, insecure about himself, and very quiet when she had first met him. She chuckled slightly at the memory of their first meeting, it was exactly the norm when couples first meet and it wasn't the stereotypical love at first sight.

They met three years ago, she had been practicing her routine her instructor Jean, whom had been drilling her about her stance and what she had did wrong. She could still remember the stares of the other girls beside her but she never gave them the satisfaction of seeing her embarrassed or angry, she kept a calm facade as the music started once more and in tune, all girls moved their bodies in similar movements. The sound of skin hitting skin in a ringing rhythm distracted Jean, he fumbled with the stereo before turning to the sound of the clapping. The girls relaxed their poses but remained standing tall and looking forward with no regard to the distraction, all but the ever curious Roxanne that had bent forward from the waist up, her head titled as she focused her eyes on the two figures.

Her father's benevolent smile was a relief to Roxanne, his porcelain hands cupped each-other as he let out a deep chuckle and raised an arm and put an encouraging hand on the younger man's back. A dark hand shook Jean's pale one with a touch of shyness that Roxanne had found personally adorable, despite only seeing his backside...and she had to admit, that his backside was adorable too. After almost being caught by Jean's eye, he turned the lad around to show off his dancers was when Roxanne and Zachariah first laid eyes on each-other. She watched him; his dark eyes hesitantly and shyly darted to the girl's faces but when she met his quick gaze, she shifted slightly on the spot when onyx met emerald.

From that moment on, her father had the "norm" (a name they used for people outside their way of life.) spend time with her and she taught him about life underneath the big top. It was slightly nerving and uncomfortable for her because he was so quiet yet always had his eyes trained on her. It took him at least six months for him to truly open up without his stuttering (which Roxanne thought was cute), he actually laughed and teased her. Another six months later, he asked her out but she had considered turning him down. But the look he gave her tugged at her heartstrings and was relieved when he smiled brightly.

She released a deep sigh before she took only three steps before she stood directly in front of her chestnut mirrored bureau. Roxanne allowed her eyes to leisurely wander the contents that were held up by the bureau before she directed her stare into her mirror and her own reflection. Her almond shaped emerald eyes were the only part on her body that she thought stood out, her skin was neither pale or tan, no freckles that littered her body like her mother's, a small nose, a wide forehead, a heart shaped face with high cheekbones. She ran a hand through her shoulder length hair, she allowed her mother to finally cut it as long as she was allowed to have a couple highlights. So in the waves of her chocolate copper hair were red highlights spaced out evenly. Roxanne angled her chin slightly towards her left, she was neither gorgeous or plain. Not that she really cared for her looks, that position belonged to Serena. Her hand drifted down from her hair and slid down her body until her palm came to rest on the end of her tank-top, she pulled it up slightly and between the fingers in her other hand she lightly pinched the fat that was there on her side. She wasn't radically skinny (she had seen the models and was disgusted.) and she wasn't pathetically over-weight, some remaining baby fat was still there from her childhood and unlike most girls who were horrified, Roxanne was a bit glad to see it. It was like a small part of her childhood, minus her memories, never left her.

She jumped with a gasp caught in her throat when she felt something snake around her shoulders but immediately calmed her muscles when the face of Zachariah rested on her shoulder with a teasing smile, "Whatcha doin'?"

Roxanne directly felt a fire ignite in her ears as she pushed down her tank top, "Nothing." She muttered as she turned her head. She really did hate it when he could sneak up on her with such ease. Damn her for being so distracted! And damn him for being so...so....ninja like! Roxanne mentally groaned and rolled her eyes at her own mental curse, Really? Ninja like?

His deep chuckle brought her out of her thoughts, the blush began to spread down her ears and onto her neck. "You were playin' with your baby fat again?"

She turned her head and glared at his reflection in the mirror, "No!" Roxanne broke free of his gentle grip before she ducked down low to dig through the drawers in search of the morning's outfit, hoping that her blush would cool down. "Aw baby don't be like that," She could hear the wrinkling of fabrics behind her which meant he was getting dressed, "I mean, I think it's pretty cute that you do it."

Roxanne stood up and faced him as she tried desperately to ignore his bare naked chest, "Playing with my baby fat is adorable?" She arched a single, smooth eyebrow at him as she planted one hand on her hip with a look that didn't buy what he was selling.

His arms circled her waist and rested against her lower back, minding not to touch her bottom as he looked into her eyes and said, "Adorable, cute and I can't forget," A smirk was born from his pair of pink lips, "And kinda sexy."

Her mouth popped open but her lips formed an open embarrassed smile and raised her hand to give him a small smack on the shoulder before she once again released herself to look for clothes and laughed, "Your such a freak."

"I'm the freak?" He asked as he put a hand on his chest while the other stuck out with a single finger standing out from his fist, "I-I-I'm the freak?"

Roxanne held up a pair of dark jeans and gave them a good yank in the air before she folded them over an arm before she turned her head slightly and nodded with a smile. In an instant she giggled when he picked her up in his arms and fell back onto the bed, causing her to giggle even more. "Zachariah Colt!" She scolded through her laughter and the contagious effect took a hold of Zachariah, as he let out his own deep laugh. After their laughter had calmed, Roxanne couldn't help but blush and look away from the stare that her boyfriend was giving. It was one that she had seen plenty of times with her own parents and the other couples, this realization made her heart jump into her throat and throb with delight. "What are you looking at?" She finally broke the small period of silence and allowed her head to turn when she felt his smooth fingers gingerly grip her chin, directing her stare into his own which invoked the blush to spread onto her face.

"Did I tell you how much I love you?"

She sighed with content, "Yes."

His dark eyebrows shot up as well as his eyelids in counterfeit shock, "I did? Well," His stance relaxed as he chuckled and moved a strand away from her face, "Did I tell you that I fell in love with you the first time I saw you?" Against her free will, Roxanne let out an uncharacteristic snort before she slapped a hand down on her mouth and looked apologetically at him. His eyebrows furred and small veins popped on his forehead in worry, "You don't believe me?"

She sighed and turned on her side to face him, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just...well-" Roxanne released a sigh which would have signaled to her boyfriend that she was on the borderline of frustration when the realization hit him.

"You don't believe in LAFS?" He asked her with a doubtful expression. And here I thought that all girls dig that LAFS stuff he thought but he still had to remember that his Roxanne was not like all girls.

When she returned a quizzical expression herself, he explained, "LAFS: Love At First Sight?" She rolled her eyes with a groan and raised a hand to massage her nasal passage before she let it drop over her chest and angled her head to look at Zach.

"Love at first sight isn't logical. You can't fall in love with someone instantly, it takes time for a person to fall in love and I for one believe that the idea of being immediately attracted to ones soul and body simultaneously is complete hocus pocus." Her nose scrunched up slightly as she explained, "It's just not logical."

"Not logical? How about when a mother first holds her baby for the first time?" Zach challenged and turned on his side. Roxanne rolled her eyes, "Of course LAFS counts for that because both parents had time to bond with the baby like talking to it and feeling its small kicks."

"You are the most stubborn girl I know," He groaned but smiled, "But I love ya anyway." She let out a chuckle, "You said that three times already!" And allowed herself to get up, with enough trust in Zach to look away, she stripped herself of her night clothes. With both sides of the jeans in her hands that were scrunched at the hips, she slid both legs inside before dragging the blue material up her legs and to her hips. With a quick flick of her wrist, the silver zipper was done and pushed the silver button through the hole in her jeans.

She turned her upper body slightly just in time to sneak a peak at Zachariah's back before it disappeared underneath a tight red t-shirt. Roxanne allowed another blush to break out on her face and crossed her arms, pinching the ends of the material of her shirt and was just about to raise her arms when-

"Roxanne? Are you awake?" Roxanne let out a gasp and her blood ran cold, her heart sped dramatically in her chest. She turned to Zachariah, whom all seemed to be frozen with shock and fear. The sound of a door opening alerted her muscles and she moved Zachariah back onto the bed and in the far corner, the side where it couldn't be seen from the doorway since the bed and door were against the same wall.

She put a single index finger to her lips and jerked back from the bed when the sound of heavy footsteps got louder. Roxanne quickly shoved her pair of purple headphones in her ears before shoving the small cord into the pocket of her jeans. With the footsteps narrowing in, she did the only thing she could think of that would make her father back off a bit.

"Roxanne? Honey wake-whoa!"

Burning with embarrassment and her heart still racing in her chest, she yanked the end of her shirt back down and tried to give an expression that seemed like she was angry and mortified at the same time, "BABA! Haven't you heard of knocking?!" He quickly grabbed the handle of her door and slammed it shut behind him, "I just wanted to see if you were up-I-umm, I'll be at the dining tent when you're ready." With that, the sound of rushed footsteps disappeared and a door closed swiftly that Roxanne allowed a sigh of relief. "That was a close one." She turned her attention to Zachariah, whom stared at her with disbelief and a clear blush burning on his face.

"You better go, he'll be expecting to see you at the dining tent." Roxanne brought him from his shocked trance and easily caught the sneakers that she chucked at him, he quickly slipped them on and walked to the door with his girlfriend right behind him.

"See you soon and make sure no one sees you!" She whispered to him and allowed him to peck her on the lips quickly before he sprinted out the door.

Well that's it for now. And I know your probably asking, 'Where's Paul?' or 'Where's (name of Twilight cast)?'

And my answer is that their coming, don't worry. I just wanted to get this out now, I was planning on making it a bit longer but I'm impatient and tired lol Besides, I couldn't write my other stories without this one messing me up so I decided to get this out of the way before anything else.

So tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, suggestions, things I could fix, and maybe a bit of criticism but not too much please.

Should I continue?

Hasta La Vista!