Charlie's Point of View
A light snore from my side had gotten my attention. The woman lying naked beside me, the strong smell of alcohol, and smoke, this was the same as any night.
The only thing that changed was the woman.
Propping myself up in bed I sighed, glancing to the clock; that was flashing red before my eyes. 2:32.
I couldn't sleep.
This woman, she had called me out by name, she had appeared to me out of nowhere in that Bar.
She had been an easy target.
Not a stunning, beautiful woman, just an average, self-conscious girl.
Why had I wanted her so badly? And how did she know my name?
With a steady gaze I again analyzed her features.
Chocolate brown hair, pale, fragile looking skin, her body… well come to think of it, she had a nearly flawless body; strong, and nimble, yet soft and feminine.
Not appealing in the least, but I knew I couldn't leave the bar without her tonight.
I had a lot of questions when she woke up. The wait had me anxious.
This didn't make sense to me, I had a very high standard, I had gone for the blondes, the curves, the kind of women that gave me a challenge, and this woman had nothing that I looked for in women.
Resting my head back I sighed, feeling a mild headache begin, without thinking I grabbed another cigarette.
As soon as I managed to find my lighter; which had fallen to the wooden floor of my bedroom, a quiet yawn made me freeze.
My eyes now snapped to the woman.
Her bright blue eyes were startling; they held a fierceness that left me just slightly curious.
"You know those things are bad for you," She stated evenly, shifting herself in a sitting position.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
Like I haven't heard that one before.
"Look, not to sound like a complete ass, but what the hell happened?" I said, turning my head just slightly to blow a cloud of smoke away from us.
She didn't reply immediately. It seemed like she was stalling, as she stretched, and fixed the wild disarray of hair on top of her head.
"We met at the bar, hit it off, and then Tada, here we are," She rattled this off.
I frowned, crushing my cigarette into the ash tray.
"I usually don't go for the ladies... Like you," I pointed out. "It felt like I had no choice in the matter, like I had to have you, whether I liked it or not."
She paused, "Did you... Like it," She watched me with a serious look.
I raised a brow, taken off guard by her question.
In all honesty it wasn't the worse I had, she had brought a whole new feeling to sex. I had thought I had been a pro by now, but when I was with her, it was like a whole new world.
"Very decent, but that's beside the point," I muttered. "I want to know why."
Her piercing eyes now were pointed away from me. "It's complicated," her expression held nothing but discomfort.
"Well how about you start talking," I suggested, gritting my teeth slightly as I watched her.
Not knowing was putting me on edge.
She stood up, guilt clouding her eyes slightly. "I'm sorry Charlie,"
I moved to my feet, handing her the blanket to cover herself in.
She didn't take the cover, but spoke anyway. "Don't take this personal; I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I wanted something more than a one-night thing..." Her eyes were glued to the ground. "It's mating season,"
"What are you talking about?" I frowned slightly in confusion. "What do you mean by mating season?"
This chick just seems to get more and more weird by the second.
"You didn't really have a choice, but to sleep with me, it's part of our natural powers, we allure the opposite sex, whenever we choose," She said, watching me without blinking.
This girl was fucking nuts…
"Ok… I think it's time for you to go," I said, jerking my head towards the door. "Thanks for the night, it's been a blast," My tone was hinting slight sarcasm.
She didn't make a move. "I shall deliver in 3 weeks, after that, she will be your responsibility,"
"What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded.
I took another look of the naked girl in front of me, feeling as though I couldn't help but admire the very sight of her.
The pit of my stomach was swimming with nausea at my own thoughts.
What was wrong with me? I didn't find her appealing in the slightest, but yet I felt this strong connection to her.
"You are attracted to me, but only for a brief amount of time, after I deliver, you will be released from our connection, however, our daughter, you will be connected with forever," She stated, and slowly a hint of a smile came to her face.
With narrowed eyes I marched over to her, taking a hold of her arm, and walking her to the door. "Look, I don't know what the fuck you are talking about, but I don't want anything to do with this," I forcefully opened the door. "Now please leave… I'll pay you… if you just leave, ok?"
Her small smile stayed on her face. "I can see this will be good for you," She slowly walked out the door, pausing to look back at me. "Prepare for everything to change,"
With that, she slowly went walking away.
I watched her as she went; unable to believe I had let her leave, with no clothes whatsoever, but I forced myself back into the room, closing the door behind me.
Me. A father. Not in a million years.
That woman had been nuts, she was a freak. How the hell could I have willingly slept with her? I had to have been drunk off my ass.
It just didn't make any sense at all… you can't deliver a kid in 3 weeks, well, not one that belongs to me. It takes months for that to happen…
With a heavy sigh, I went back to my bed, plopping down, tired from the stress of the night. This was just… too bizarre to deal with.
I closed my eyes, and tried to relax, I tried not to think about what had just happened, and in no time I was able to fall asleep.
It had been three weeks, the worst three weeks of my life. I hadn't been able to pick up a cigarette, I haven't been able to drink one beer, and I haven't been able to have sex since the night that woman had told me I was going to be a father.
The messy state my apartment has always been in was now set up in a neat, and clean order that I just couldn't get used to. I hated the stagnate air of the apartment, as if no one ever had smoked in here.
Something was wrong with me, something very wrong, and it had to be that woman's fault. She changed me… she forced me to change… and I wanted my answers as to why, and how.
A soft knock on my door brought my attention away from the TV, my heart trembled for a moment. Slowly I stood up from the couch, running a hand through my hair.
I knew she was there. I knew it was her… I could feel it.
As I open the door I felt my insides tie up in knots, her piercing blue eyes shot right through me, bringing a chill up my spine. I felt an uncontrollable urge to kiss her hard, and reunite our bodies one last time, but I knew better.
She wasn't normal, this feeling, this was a trick, this wasn't real.
This was when I realized that she was completely naked.
Didn't she own clothes? Was she wearing any in the bar that night?
I couldn't remember.
"You came here naked?" I stated, unable to keep my eyes from her body, but I forced my eyes to meet with her gaze.
"It's my most natural form," She shrugged slightly.
"Natural," I agreed, nodding slightly. "You are one… different… kind of girl aren't you,"
"It's nice to see you again Charlie," She smiled, and with a gently movement she revealed a blanket in her arms, holding it out to me.
I backed up instantly. "What, no, you can't be serious, it's not mine," I said gritting my teeth. "It's not possible."
"Maybe in a normal human female pregnancy it's not possible, but this is very possible, and this is, your daughter," She spoke, stepping forward, smiling from the baby to me. "She even has your eyes,"
I stared at her for a long time, not wanting to believe a word of it, but I couldn't help my curiosity. Lightly I moved the blanket away from the baby's face.
Gasping, I looked right into the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen. Just like mine. She had many of my features, her nose, and her ears; thankfully the only thing she had gotten from her mother was her dark chocolate brown hair.
In that instant, I absolutely fell in love with the little baby in her arms. A smile came to my face, but I hesitated. "Is this some kind of trick?"
When I looked back up to the woman I realized that the only feeling I got when looking at her is pity, and slight disgust. I was no longer attracted to her, her flaws began to appear brighter than before, and her body even appeared less appealing than before.
"No, this is your daughter, she was named Isabella," The woman smiled, and surprised me as she handed the baby over to me.
I froze in place, looking down at the baby. "But… this… just isn't possible,"
"It is Charlie, I am the alpha female of my pack," She spoke smiling lightly.
"Alpha? As in wolf?"
She nodded, "And Isabella very well may get the alpha gene as well,"
Half of me really doubted every word she said, but I decided to play along with this. "So shouldn't you keep her, you will know how to raise her right,"
"The position of an alpha is very dangerous, many members of the pack would kill to be next in line for this, I am protecting my daughter, they would try killing her every chance they get,"
I frowned, looking down at baby Isabella, holding her close to me.
Something about this just felt so right. I loved this little girl. I wanted to be in her life, I wanted to raise her… I didn't know if this was just another trick, I didn't know if this woman was messing with my feelings again, but I didn't care this time.
"I'll do my best to raise her," I spoke softly.
"Good, for the safety of our daughter, this will be the last time you see me, until it is time for Isabella to take her place as the next alpha," She slowly walked towards the door, opening it swiftly.
"Wait! At least tell me your name," I called out anxiously following her to the door.
She paused, turning to throw a smile to me, "Vanna," With that she walked away, disappearing down the stairs.
"Well… I guess it's just you and me Bells," I sighed, looking down at the baby.
She answered with one of the most beautiful smiles I had ever seen.
How hard could this possibly be… being a father…
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The rest of this story will be in Bella's point of view.