Right, this will be interesting. I know that there are loads of people who have written imprint stories but i wanted to have a go myself. Its all good writing practise. Let me know what you think. i'm not sure how much i'll write. if people seem to like it then i my write more.

A note to those who read my other fanfic, i didn't kill Edward in this one XD

This is just a bit of fun for me to give me a little break from writing my other one. i wont forget about it so dont worry. i dont have a beta and dont plan on having for this one so excuse any mistakes

Disclaimer: we know the drill, Stephanie rocks and owns everyone and everything. that is except Charlotte who is my own character.

Enjoy

SM

Jacob's POV

She'd really gone. No matter how much I thought about it I had to remind myself of that fact everyday. Bella and her precious cold one were married and hiding out in another state by now. I should be happy for her, but I couldn't get rid of the feeling that she would have been so much better off had she picked me. At least for me she wouldn't have had to change. She could be that same old Bella, still with her family, still have her friends, and she could be with the other person that she loved.

She had been bitten about 4 months ago; Edward had called and told me. He thought he was doing the right thing by her but it had only made me feel worse. She had spent 3 long days suffering in total agony to become one of those leeches like her family. It was the ultimate sacrifice; her life and soul for an eternity with Edward. Now her heart would never beat again and she would share the translucent skin of her family.

What I would never be able to fathom was how she could make that decision over choosing me and never having to change a thing.

She was… alive (sort of), married and happy and I knew there was nothing I could do now to change that. I had to accept that she had left, 6 months ago, and I needed to get on with my own life. I had begun living hers, trying to workout what she would be doing and thinking, and it had taken me a little while to stop.

I honestly wondered sometimes if I had imprinted on her. It seemed the only explanation to the way I was feeling and the strength of my love for her. With her gone, it had felt like my heart had been ripped out and had gone with her.

I always thought of her; more now then when she was here. I had asked her many times before she left if she was really sure. He had left her before and I promised her that if he ever did again, I would personally hunt him down and destroy him. She had laughed, thinking I was joking, but I had never hidden the serious tone in my voice.

"Come on man. You've never been like this before. We all thought you had the emotional range of a teaspoon. We'll all be jumping off a cliff with you in a second," Quil's voice ran through my thoughts.

"We do that anyway," I replied, trying to lighten the mood.

"You know what I mean,"

"Yeah, sorry." I stopped running. I hated felling like this myself so I couldn't imagine what it was like for the other to have to go through it too every time we phased.

God and Sam seemed to be the only people who knew why were still out running perimeters all the time. We hadn't heard or smelt anything since the Cullen's had left.

"Because it keeps you all out of trouble," Sam's voice penetrated my thoughts with a laugh, "You and Embry can go home now. Me and the other have it covered and you two have been working extra hard."

"Ok. You still on for the Beach Party tonight?" I asked before I phased back.

"Yeah, Emily and I have the food covered. We'll be there." And with that I changed back and pulled on the jeans I had removed from my leg strap.

The peace and quite was relieving. Most of the time it was a burden to link minds with the pack whenever we phased; especially when one of us, mainly me, was going through an emotional rollercoaster.

I began to walk home. I could run and be home in about 10 minutes but I felt like a quite walk and decided to take the long way. The trail took me passed First Beach, where the party was going to be tonight. The wood was already piled high, ready to be lit. I veered off the track, deciding to walk along the beach instead.

I hadn't paid much attention to them until I was walking directly towards them but there was a group of girls also walking along the beach. There were 6 of them, all dressed lightly for the unusually mild weather. I recognised them from school, but there was one on the end who caught my eye.

She had long, chocolate coloured hair but unusually, she had a thick, straight fringe that sat on her forehead, framing her soft, smiling face. She wore a pale blue vest top and jeans that hugged her subtle, feminine curves. Me eyes were uncontrollably drawn to her and all I could do was gaze in awe. She was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, but she seemed modest about it, not overstated and braggish like her friends. I guessed she was about my age as she was with girls from my year.

She was someone new, defiantly not from around here judging by her paler complexion.

I was about 100 meters away from them when one of them noticed me. It was Sophie Mahy, a tall, slender, blond bombshell who had nearly every man alive captivated. She must have told the others because I saw them go all giggly and whispery. I could hear everything they said even with the distance.

"That's Jacob Black. He's one of Sam's boys," one explained.

"He was hooked on a senior called Bella Swan until she left to marry her Cullen. You know, Edward, we told you about him before." Sophie mentioned.

"Wow, I never knew he looked like that under his shirt. I've never reall paid that much attention to him but he's huge." another commented.

It wasn't the usual reaction I got by girls but I remembered I was walking along the beach in nothing but a pair of old jeans. I usually hid the fact that I had the physique of a 25 year old as best as I could, even though my height was something I could do nothing about. Sam always had us fighting fit and it did look like I worked out everyday.

It appeared that the girls were giving the brunette the rundown on the local people. I moved further down the beach to give them a wider birth but I caught the eyes of the girl on the end and a robot seemed to take over. I began walking straight towards them. What the hell was I doing? This was not like me.

As I got closer she dropped her eyes shyly but smiled. Sophie spoke up,

"Jake, what a nice surprise. How is your spring break going?" she was being unusually friendly.

"Fine thanks," I mumbled, unable to take my eyes off the new girl. She was beginning to squirm under my gaze but she kept smiling. The robot took over again and I held my hand out to her.

"Sorry, I don't think we've met, I'm Jacob Black," she put her hand in mine and I bought it to my lips, kissing it softly. It was like something out of a romance film, full of gushy chivalry. This really was unlike me. She blushed and giggled.

"Charlotte Brown. Nice to meet you too," her voice was soft and sweet; music to my ears. What did shock me was that she was British. Her accent was truly captivating and I could have listened to her all day. I smiled, letting go of her hand.

"A bit cold for just a pair of jeans isn't it?" one of the other girls, Lucy Jenkins, spoke up.

"Not really," I said turning to her," I was out for a run," I could feel Charlotte's eyes gazing at my bare chest and I couldn't help but tense my stomach slightly. I turned to her and smiled again.

"What ever. Come on, let's go," Lucy huffed and dragged the girls past me. I chuckled to myself and carried on walking. I had only taken a few steps when I turned around,

"Charlotte, there a party here tonight. It starts at 6 if your interested?" I asked her, my confidence booming. She was about to say something when Lucy piped up.

"We've already been invited," and she took Charlotte's arm and pulled her away.

I turned back and laughed to myself. Then it hit me what I had just done. What the hell had gotten into me? I was acting totalling out of character. I had never had that kind of confidence around girls before, except maybe Bella, but that was because I had loved her; things had just been natural with her.

The whole walk home all I could do was thing about Charlotte. Her smile and her wondrous chocolate eyes filled my mind and I smiled the whole way. Things were really on the up. I just hoped that Charlotte was here to stay and not just visiting as I had the feeling I needed to see a lot more of her.

I got home, scoffed a sandwich, 2 apples and a boiled egg and headed down to my garage.

Unusually I put the radio on and turned up the volume, singing along happily and working on my motorbike.

Bella's sat in the corner, untouched since that last time she had ridden it. She had told me to sell it and keep the money. It was her 'leaving present' to me and she reminded me that she doubted she would ever return to use it again.

It was weird to think of Bella, because for the first time in ages, it didn't hurt. Charlotte's face popped into my head and then she was the only thing I thought about.

Please review and let me know what you think. even if you hate it, i'd love to know.

SM