Chapter 1: Remarkable Essence
Hello! This is my very first Twilight story, so please go easy on me. I hope you like the story, reviews are welcome... though I'd like to ask you not to be rude. I also apologize for any mistakes, it's hard to proof read your own writing.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, they don't belong to me. I do, however, own my original characters and the story line made for this fanfiction. The plot came from my very own imagination.
Paul's POV
Feeling myself start to shake, I clenched my hands into fists, trying to calm down, but the taunting words coming out of Jason Catori's mouth riled me up. It got worse as he slowly walked towards me, his words getting louder.
Drugs, Steroids, Gang.
"Get… out…" I started in a deathly calm voice, not wanting to start a scene. I breathed in sharply as he took a step closer, and I knew that was it. "Of my face!"
Feeling my chest rumble with a growl, I pushed the other dark-skinned boy away from me. As agitated as I felt, I didn't care about my strength. So I watched as Jason flew back harshly, but it didn't do enough damage to satisfy my anger.
I was losing control of the wolf inside me as I started to see black, I felt two pairs of arms grab a hold of me, and pull me away from the scene.
"Paul! Calm down!" I heard the authority that Sam used in his voice, even though I didn't want to be controlled I felt myself breathe out slowly, trying to calm myself. Then I opened my eyes and saw the crowd that formed, eyes were on us, judging, words being said in whispers though not faint enough for our heightened hearing.
I didn't want to hear anymore, but whispers kept coming. And most were negative. That was enough for me, Sam and Embry seemed to think so too, as they push me into the trees. Once I was free of Embry and Sam's hold I shifted into the large gray wolf that I am, shreds of clothing flying all around me. Furious, I ran further into the woods.
I hate this, I hate being a damn shape-shifter. It's stupid, the legends are supposed to be just that, legends! Especially being controlled by a so called Alpha, what's that bullshit? I don't fucking want to be told what to do; I get that enough being a damn teenager. A growl ripped through me, forcing myself to run faster on four legs.
Minutes passed, and soon enough thoughts that weren't mine came into my head, and I knew that someone else phased. I let out a frustrated howl when I heard Jared's voice, Paul calm down!
Fuck off!
Come on, Emily made enough food to feed us all.
Emily, was the imprint of our Alpha; Sam Uley. I grumbled at the thought of imprints, our soul mates. It was ridiculous, considering that it was a rare thing to imprint on someone. What's the point in imprinting when you probably never will find your 'other half'?
I'm not fricking hungry, just back off!
Whatever man, it's your stomach. I had an image of him shaking his brown wolf head, slowly walking around a spruce tree. I mimicked him in a voice that he didn't even have, Jared laughed it off before the link between us vanished.
That was another damn annoying thing that we had to deal with, no privacy. That should be a damn sin; no one should be in your head other than yourself. This stupid, bullshit, shape-shifting legend crap! I let out another angry howl, ignoring as a deer that was nearby sprinted away.
An image of me flew through my mind when I was younger, my father telling me about the legends. I thought they were really cool stories about our tribe, now I just wish they stayed stories… But now I'm a living proof that those stories were true.
And what's worse, is that the 'cold ones' from the stories were also true. Those damn bloodsuckers. They were the worst thing to ever walk this earth. They're dead, it's wrong for them to be still walking, living off of blood.
Their stench is nothing I've ever smelt before while growing up. It's the worst thing that I could ever smell, and it doesn't help either that all my senses had heightened. My nose stung whenever I smelt them, they smelt dead, bitter and so damn sweet that it was sick.
Also to be living so close to a family of them, for them to be so close to my home, pissed me off beyond belief. They claim to be vegetarians, ha. What a load of bull. If it wasn't for the damn treaty that our ancestors have made years ago, they'd be dead, ripped limb from limb, burning in a pit of fire.
I snarled at the thought of them; wishing to run into one right now, need to take my anger out on something, right? I continued to run through the forest, walls of green flashing by. I looked down at my paws that were hitting the ground, my claws gripping onto the cool dirt. Even though I hated being a wolf, it felt nice to run around covered in fur. As fucked up as that sounds, it's soothing to have the cool wind flow through me and against my hot skin.
When I looked up from my paws, I saw that I was now near the cliff of the beach. Critters scurried away from a predator, me. I scoffed at this; even they knew that I wasn't exactly human. A gust a wind came and flew through me, and that was when I smelt it. It was a nice sweet smell, though it was hidden underneath the smell of grease. Any normal human being wouldn't be able to smell it, but since I wasn't normal, I could.
I instantly stopped running, noticing the aroma getting faint. I wanted more of this smell. Turning around I moved further towards the cliff. A growl of pleasure came from my throat as the scent grew stronger. It was like an ice cream flavor, vanilla, with a- coconut? Flavor added to it. Like one of Emily's candles she had burning every day.
Having the need to have more of this remarkable essence, I slowly made my way through the trees. Whatever it was, it was calling to me. Even if I wanted to stop myself from continuing, I'm almost certain that I wouldn't be able to turn away. It was a very strong pull, I felt like I was tied with a piece of thick rope, pulling me to this mysterious, delicious scent.
Lifting my nose in the air, I sniffed. As soon as I took in the aroma of a burger, my stomach growled loudly. I honestly didn't want to butcher my pride even more, so I figured that maybe I could scare this guy and hopefully he'll leave his food for me instead of going to Emily's.
I stepped through the trees, and stopped as I was hit with more of the sweet smell. Looking up, I was shown a vision; a girl was sitting where I thought a guy would be. Her hair was moved by a slight breeze, I growled in delight getting another whiff. She was the source of the smell. Underneath the odor of grease and coffee; was her vanilla, coconut scent.
