He Needs Me

Ok so here is another story, this one has been nagging me for a while now, I just hope I can carry on with it as I haven't been really able to do so with my other stories, but hey, I'm on vacation now and that speaks wonders on my righting. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Chapter one: Not a happy camper

The sun could've very well have been non-existing that day, on account of the amount of light and heat it was giving anyways. I rubbed my wet, sandy hands together, trying for the umpteenth time to create some warmth from the friction, or merely prevent from having the suffering appendages from falling off. At the age of 12 you still need most of your fingers after all.

-"Ok, so we're almost finished"- chirped a small voice at my side, the chattering of teeth doing nothing to diminish the undiluted excitement. I nodded and proceeded to pat the unyielding sand with determination, slowly but surely molding it in to a somewhat smooth surface. A couple of random shuffling and a figure jumped into a dignified stance with a not so dignified shriek

-"Finished!"- Caroline smiled to her fullest, her maroon eyes shining down to the hazardly formed sand castle with pride. I stood up and stepped to her side, trying to see if maybe the angle she saw upon our excuse of artistic creation may change for the better…

Nop, still crap.

-"In Herbert Kaufman's wise words: The habit of persistence is the habit of victory"

Caroline nodded eagerly, sighing with exhaustion. I checked my wristwatch and resisted the urge to groan, 3 hours to make that weird bulge of dirt. Persistence indeed.

I leaned my head to her's, yawning as I wrapped my arm around her own fluffy, warm one. Her thick jacket irradiating heat like an oven. Her giggle came not long after, followed by a pair of dainty, copper hands wrapping over my own identical ones.

-"Your hands are cold"- I murmured, ironically clasping said hands more firmly in mine. Another sigh, this time complacent with a small whisper: -"So are yours"

I nodded, shifting closer to her lean frame as she did, again, the exact same timing.

Who said twins don't share one mind.

Caroline rubbed our hooded heads together, like a kitten does a soft pillow before settling for a blissful afternoon nap. I mockingly purred in her sheltered ear. She must be thinking the same as I, as always, because she laughed merrily while slipping some disturbingly accurate 'miau's onto my neck.

I rolled my eyes and pushed her away, holding on to her hand as we started our way back home from the desolately dark and abandoned beach, linked hands passing over the misshaped sand castle as we left the thing behind untouched to be dealt with nature's whim.

At some point in our journey we fell into a small skipping and random humming, joined hands swaying back and forth. I usually wouldn't do this and neither would Caroline really, but somehow it seemed fitting and well, neither one of us cared what people thought of us anyhow, as long as the thoughts were of both it didn't matter.

Because really, as Paul Valery once said: 'Love is being stupid together'

And certainly, we must look very stupid as of now.

-"Evangeline, what are you going to wish for New Year?"- Caroline asked, her almond shaped eyes batting her long feather like eyelashes in sleepy, consecutive, blinks.

-"I guess I fist have to make it until midnight before that, don't you think?"

Caroline nodded once, turning to face forward as she increased the pace of our skips almost to a sprint:-"I want to start next year with something special, meaningful, maybe adopt a stray puppy, or volunteer at the council's meeting house…"

I scoffed at her last one:-"And become Collin and Brady's slaves? I rather pass"

After all, it was well known that tribe's Protectors, in which our beloved older brother Collin Littlesea and his dearest friend Brady Lahote now formed a part of, ran the whole place at their likes and putting yourself at the Tribe's disposition was like volunteering ones self into a world full of unimaginable torture at the hands of those idiots.

Caroline seemed to think this for a second and reluctantly nodded:-"Yeah, but it'd be nice to be able to see them more often than not, even if it is as there maids"

I pursed my lips, considering her words and nodding dejectedly, yes, idiots or not, I did miss them, a lot. Collin was, well, Collin. And Brady…

My cheeks heated up at the thought of his goofy smiling face, Caroline smiled knowingly and retook her humming in a whole new tune and much louder, drowning away my embarrassment with her cheerful voice.

We soon reached our home, marveling at the brilliant little lights hanging on just about every surface possible on the small, cottage looking house, almost missing the fact that what used to be our front yard had been efficiently transformed into a valley parking. We whistled under the low, shrugging identically, and skipping up to the front door. Me turning the doorknob and Caroline pushing it aside.

We were met by something closely resembling hell. Women running around with trays of food and drinks, refrigerator doors opening and slamming shut almost every millisecond, chattering and laughter so loud I was surprised none of these people were deaf by now, but then again, that would explain all the yelling.

Caroline and I shared a sideways glance and slowly began to retreat towards the door.

-"Were do you think you girls are going?"

Twin sighs and chorused: 'no where's were heard at the demonic like approach of our mother, hands on hips and murderously glaring eyes trained on our slowly shrinking forms.

-"When I said go play for a while I didn't mean disappear 'till midnight, did I?"

-"No mother"

-"Are you sorry for making me worry?"

-"Yes mother"

-"Good"- She smiled, pleased with our apparent repentance, as she began to usher us to our room-"Well then, go on and change, the party is already started and everyone wants to see you"

I looked up to her with an expression of: 'Whose everyone' but only got shoved a little faster, the next thing we knew, a door was being smashed shut on our faces. Caroline and I shared a moment of silence and then proceeded to change from our pillow like jackets and sweaters, and into a pair of matching white dresses, that flowed like a puffy cloud a little past our knees.

-"We are going to freeze to death"- I said, looking down at my bare legs as I carefully pulled on the small ballerina shoes while Caroline tied the bow on my back.

-"Hey, look at the bright side, this means we can cuddle with Collin for a while"

I nodded, Collin did turn out to be useful sometimes, very few, but useful nonetheless. And considering the goof was running on a permanent fever. He would be an amazing blanket.

I helped Caroline comb her hair and placed a cute little hair pin holding one side of her luscious ebony locks out of her heart shaped face, for her to repeat the procedure with me. We stood in front of our vanity, glancing at our mirror as if we were quadruplets, not a single detail at flaw, anyone, even ourselves, would have hell to try and make us apart. With an equal approving nod we pulled on the matching rose chals on and ran out of the room hand in hand towards the back yard.

Mother had been right, the party had started already, and apparently, so was the fact that everybody, well, almost everybody, wanted to see us.

-"There are my little angels"- Grandmother Mae squeaked, wrapping us both in a bear hug-" I've missed you two so much"

-"We've missed you too, Grandma"- we chanted, identical voice and tone.

That always worked, and it did now, as she melted into a set of 'awww's and lathered us with kisses until we were pulled away by a gruff pair of hands.

-"Let the girls breathe, woman"-Our grandfather grunted, staring at us quizzically for a moment before he pointed at me and said:-"Cary"

We smirked and he cursed under his breath:-"12 years and still can't tell which ones which"- he then turned to Grandma and continued his rant-"I told you twins weren't a good sign, I'm blaming your side for this"

Grandma waved him off with a laugh as we scurried away at the call of our mother from inside the house.

Dante's inferno had never looked more domestical, I thought, as we both came up to our mother's side. Her slim figure draped in a flowing red dress, high heels and an apron while juggling with a pair of full over the top trays of food. Super mom had never been so literal.

-"Cary, take these to your father's table"- She commanded, putting one tray on Caroline's waiting hands and turning to me and putting the other in my rather reluctant ones-"And Eva, you take these to your brother's table"

I couldn't help the whine that came then:-"But mom!"

Mother just shook her perfectly done head, her long, straight, pitch black hair held prisoner in a tight, French bun, only accenting her stern features as she guided us towards the back:-"No buts', now hurry, the guests are hungry"

I didn't even bother on telling her she'd just rhymed and walked out the back door grumbling to myself. Caroline graced me with sympatric smile:-"I can take it if you like"

I shook my head and jutted my chin out stubbornly. I would not chicken out this time.

Caroline sent me an uncertain look but nodded anyways and set her way towards our Dad's table with a wary step.

I sighed and started my own way towards the wrecking havoc corner in which my mother had secluded my brother and all the pack members so to not disturb the rest of the guests. I kicked an imaginary stone as I cursed my luck.

Since Emily was 5 months pregnant now, she could not hold the pack a decent new year's party, with that, my mother, the oh so charitable soul, decided to adopt the pack of savages for one night. Emily was eternally grateful.

I was not.

Because no matter how much I yearned to see Collin and Brady, I much preferred to keep the rest of the wolf pack very much away. Yes even before I found out about the 'Wolf' part of the protectors, I hadn't liked them that much. They took my brother and best friend away. Then, after finding out they had also turned them into furry, horse sized puppies…

One could say, I was not a happy camper.

I reached the circle of gigantic men, choosing to approach from the safest flank, as in, where Brady was sitting and cleared my throat to gain their attention rather than whatever was so funny it had most of them laughing their huge arse's off.

Brady turned, somewhat alarmed at finding me there, but it soon turned into a smile when I gently nudged his shoulder with the tray full of small appetizers.

-"Thanks Cary"- He said, taking one of the mini burgers on the top of the pyramid like pile and munching it down like a starved man. I rolled my eyes as I gently made to push him aside, to which it was only achieved after he himself moved, and carefully placed the tray on the table with a dejected:-"Eva"

Collin, on the other side of the table, started laughing, quite loudly too, at Brady's mix up. I felt a blush cover my already flushed cold cheeks as I glared at the jerk.

-"As if you're any better, you can't even tell apart from your face from your butt, though on that matter I do understand your dilemma"

That shut him up quite nicely, if I do say so myself, but that only brought another round of ear shattering laughter. I smirked smugly at Collin's glowering face as I stuck my tongue out mockingly. Only to be caught by Brady's arm and pulled unto his lap with a pair of soft pats to my head.

My blush must have gone tenfold as I let Brady hold me, like he'd done countless times before, me a child, and him, the abnegated babysitter. I shrunk deeper into the safety of his arms as the whole pack dove in to the innocent tray of food like wild animals. No pun intended.

I was only starting to consider trying to get one of those mini burgers for myself when one was placed directly in my line of sight; I glanced up at Jacob curiously before accepting the thing with a sincere smile. I took the burger to my lips, thinking on munching on it slowly considering it was the only piece I was going to get from them, when I finally noticed it.

Next to Jacob, was the only figure that hadn't made a single move towards the tray. I locked eyes with the guy in a questioning gaze, taking in his frozen form, his pale features and most importantly, his wide worshiping dark eyes.

I felt the small delicacy slip through my numb fingers to the ground as it suddenly drawn upon me.

My breath was cut short.

My heart completely stopped.

And a blood chilling scream was ripped out of my lips.

I'd been imprinted on.

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