Hello everyone! :D hopefully for those who are new to my works, I would advise you read New World, the first in this little series. Please review and as always, Luv Ya'll Lots! (Btw, some characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer, not me!)
Lindsey's POV
"I don't know, Seth. I think it makes my butt look too big," I sighed and turned around in the full view mirror. Whoever said dress shopping was easy?
"Sweetheart you look amazing in everything," Seth smiled at me as he sat in the chair. I felt bad because this really wasn't his thing. But he had insisted this morning that he was a part of it and wanted to go. I still needed a little convincing.
I wasn't too into mermaid dresses. But the assistant who was accompanying me had tried to convince me that I would look 'stunning' in one. Why doesn't anyone listen to my gut?
"I just don't think I like the look on this one," I groaned and turned to step down off the stool. The wedding dress store in Port Angeles was horrific, and I knew I would rather die than buy one from there. So, like the loving imprint he is, Seth offered to drive to Seattle. I begged him to take me the 'fun way' (AKA wolf style) only because it was faster and literally, more fun. But he wanted to enjoy the car ride in his tiny pickup truck.
"Whatever you want, hon," he nodded and stood up, offering me his arm for support.
I smiled and took his arm. "Why thank you, Mr. Clearwater," the words rolled like sweet hot chocolate over my tongue.
"You're very welcome, future Mrs. Clearwater," he winked.
I couldn't help but blush. I looked deep into his eyes, unable to look away.
"Should we try another style, Miss?" the assistant asked, snapping me from my gaze.
I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes. Seth just chuckled and smiled. "I think we should wait until tomorrow. Get a fresh start and think things over," he said.
The woman looked irritated but I didn't really care. This was my dress, my wedding, not hers. And if I wanted to wait, then she would have to.
We had booked a hotel for the night just in case if this is what we had planned. Looks like Seth was psychic now.
As soon as he opened the door, I wasted no time. I dropped my purse and fell onto the bed face-first.
"Someone looks tired," Seth chuckled and set the suitcase in the corner of the room. He walked over and sat down next to me, massaging my back.
"Just a lil bit," I muffled into the comforter. He continued to massage my back, his hands pressing against my shoulder blades. I closed my eyes and sighed softly. I could feel him smiling down at me and he moved to the middle of my back.
"How's this?" he asked.
"Wonderful," I breathed.
He started running his hands in circular motions. "And this?"
"Amazing."
He leaned over and kissed the top of my head as he worked down to my lower back.
"Not a chance, Seth. Not tonight," I warned and started to sit up.
"Why not?" He rested his hands in his lap.
"Just because," I answered and stood up off the bed. It was getting dark out and the lights of the city were shining through the curtain.
"Are you alright, Sweetheart?" he asked, his voice sounding concerned.
I turned my back to him as I pulled aside the curtain. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. I wasn't alright. I wanted Kelsey to be here. It wasn't right without her. I hadn't heard a word from her for months. It seemed like only yesterday that we watched Ari in the back of the truck waving to us with tears in her eyes. When in reality it was over a year ago.
"No you're not," he muttered and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me.
I closed my eyes and pulled away a bit. I didn't want to turn him away, but I didn't want to be social right now. I was just too stressed. "Please, Seth," I sighed.
He stood there, looking at my face. "What's wrong, Iz?" he asked again. I felt the imprint connection pull at my chest. I didn't want to hurt him, which was the last thing I wanted to do. But I just needed some time alone.
"I'm going on a walk," I answered and walked past him.
He grabbed my forearm and pulled me back. "Not a chance, it's too late out."
"Seth, I'm a big girl. I'll be fine," I huffed and pulled from his grip. I passed the dresser and picked up a room key, shoving it down into my jean pocket. "I'll be back in a little bit."
"Wait, at least let me go with you," he started towards me, grabbing his cell.
"No, I'm going by myself. I'll be fine," I growled in my mind.
"Lindsey, just wait- It's not safe-"
"Bye. Seth," I shut the door quickly behind me. I stormed out of the hotel, not because of Seth, but because of me being so stressed made me hurt him like that. I didn't get a cab to go to a park or anything. I just went outside the hotel and kept walking down the street.
The lights above me were a yellowish color as I stormed down the sidewalk. I walked further and further away from the city, starting into the outer skirts of town. I kept my eyes down at the cracked concrete and started to think. Why wouldn't Kelsey call? Or even email? I was her sister for God's sake. She couldn't just avoid me forever. Plus my wedding was coming up, there was no way she was going to miss that.
I looked up to see where I was; there were old abandoned buildings with boarded up windows and doors covered in graffiti everywhere. There were only lights from the street lamps above me, and the only noises came from a group of black men standing around a trash can full of fire not only two blocks away.
I bit my lip nervously and felt my pockets; nothing but the room key. I had left my cell phone in the room.
I looked around frantically for a gas station where maybe I could call Seth to come and pick me up, but there wasn't a building with lights in a walking distance.
I started panicking as the group of men by the flames started looking over at me. I kept my eyes down and started to turn around back the way I had came. I pulled the ponytail holder out of my hair so my bangs would cover my face. But the men started to notice my actions and began wandering in my direction.
"Eyy, Look at this, boys," one shouted.
"Look what we got here," another cooed.
My heart started pounding and I started walking faster. I didn't have my cell phone on me, so what was I supposed to do? Fight a group of men? Right. I was a dead girl.
"Hey, where you going, beautiful?" one of the men sneered.
I started to pick up my pace again and looked up to see where I was going, only to find three of them had come out of a nearby alley and blocked my path. I was trapped.
"Leave me alone," the voice that came from my lips didn't sound like me, but like a little girl who was scared of the dark.
"Aww, don't be like that Baby," the one who looked like the leader reached out at me.
"Don't touch me," I warned, backing up towards the road. I wasn't the least bit concerned about a car running me over. Besides, who would want to actually come to this part of town?
"C'mon, Man! Don't hog her all for you!" one of the others complained to the leader as they cornered me into the street.
"Get away from me!" I backed up more, and then suddenly found myself falling. My ankle had caught on a sewer top and had sent me sideways to the ground. My arms flew out in front of me to protect my face, a long stretch of pain flashing through my arm.
"Why don't you let me look at that, baby?" the leader bent down closer to me. I could smell the cigarettes and drinks in his breath, making my eyes water from the smell and the pain.
"Leave me alone!" I whined as he reached out to me. I knew there was only one thing to do. It was weak and I knew it, but if it could get someone's attention, then it had to work.
I took in a deep breath as the man put his hand on the side of my neck. "SSSSEEEEEEETTTTHHHHHHHH!" I screamed in bloody murder. That set the men off. They all crowded around me, the leader putting his dirty hand on my mouth.
"Sh sh sh baby," he whispered eerily. "We'll take goooood care of you," he swooned, and the others murmured in agreement. I was dead.
"GET OFF OF HER!" I heard a loud growl from behind the wall of rapers. Before I could flinch away from them, one of the men had been thrown into the air and out of sight.
I screamed loudly and tried to crawl backwards. A large wolf bounded off the opposite sidewalk onto two of the men, crushing them under his weight.
That left two of the men still alive. One pulled out a long hunting knife from his pants and held it in defense. But it didn't faze the wolf. He simply snapped at the man, who screamed loudly as his hand dropped to the ground. The wolf picked him up in his mouth and threw him into a dead building.
I turned over to crawl on my hands and knees trying to escape. "Where do you think you're going!" I heard behind me. Suddenly I was pulled up onto my knees by my hair, making me scream loudly again. Seth turned and growled loudly, his teeth bared and sharp at the man.
"Don't even think about it, mutt!" Before I could squirm away, the leader yanked out a knife similar to the one the other had and held it to my throat. "Don't even think about it," he repeated.
I whined and tried to pull his hand out of my hair. "Ow! No, Seth, Seth!" I whimpered.
"You shut up!" the man roared, pressing the blade of the knife to my throat.
I yelped in pain and gasped for breath. My arm hurt from the bloody scrape on it, my head hurt from him holding me by my hair, and now I could feel the knife beginning to cut into my throat.
Seth's ears flew back and he whimpered no doubt at me. He was probably thinking something like 'it'll be ok, I promise, I'll get you out of here…' yadda yadda.
"Who are you!" The man holding the knife screamed.
Seth looked at me and whimpered again, then glared at the man and growled loudly.
"Who the hell are you!" The man screamed again, the knife pressing more and more against my throat, making me wince and yelp.
That was it for Seth. He snarled loudly and didn't waste any time lunging for the man. As soon as the knife was away from my throat, I leaped off to the side as Seth landed on the man.
Surprisingly, the man didn't die under Seth's weight like the other two did. Instead he started to cry and cower under Seth's paws.
"P- p- p- pl- please d- d- d- don't h- hurt m- me-e," he stuttered and sobbed as he held his hands up. "I- I'm s- s- sorry, Man, I did- didn't k- know sh- sh- she w- was y- y- yours-s," he started to slobber. The sicko.
"Seth," I murmured as I winced from more blood dripping down my elbow.
Both the man and the wolf looked at me. I looked from the wolf's large kind eyes to the man's wild, begging eyes.
"Yeah, yeah you tell 'im, Girly. Tell 'im not to…hurt…me…" the man trailed off as he reached behind his head in his hood and suddenly pulled out a gun.
"SETH!" I screamed loudly.
But it was too late.
The man didn't waste any time and pulled the trigger. Seth howled loudly, jumping backwards. That pissed him off.
The man stood up (which was a mistake) and held the gun at Seth again. "Yeah, yeah that's right, Wolfy, you ain't so big and bad now, huh!"
Seth snarled loudly, making me cover my ears and my eyes. I heard the man scream bloody murder, and that was the end of it.
I don't remember what happened exactly after that. I believe Seth must have picked up all the bodies and did something with them, since he wasn't stupid enough to leave evidence of what happened.
All I can remember is the smell of rotten corpse. To this day I never asked him what he did to the bodies, and I didn't want to know. I remember looking up at Seth; barefoot, shirtless, and having an unfamiliar pair of jeans on. I could have sworn I saw blood splattered on them.
"S- Seth…?" I mumbled. My head was woozy and my body was achy.
"Why is it that I can't leave you alone for more than two minutes and not have your life in jeopardy?" he smiled and picked me up into his arms.
I sighed heavily and pressed my cheek against his chest. "How did you know where I was…?" I asked.
"I wasn't stupid, Izzie. I knew better than to let you go out on your own. I love you, but I'm not retarded. I followed you, with distance of course. Looks like too much distance," he grimaced at my bloody arm over my stomach.
I groaned. "It's nothing."
"Doesn't look like nothing to me," he shot back with the infamous side smile.
I rolled my eyes and looked at his shoulder. "Seth…!" I gasped.
"What?" he stopped walking with a jolt. "You ok? What is it?"
"I'm fine, but look at you!" I could feel my eyes wide and fixed on the hole in his shoulder.
"What? That! Pssh, please. I've had way worse than this," he shrugged it off and started walking again.
"Are you kidding me? Seth, you were shot!" I gaped at him. "I should be carrying you!" I chuckled a bit.
He laughed. "Lindsey, I love you, but you carry me? Pigs would have to fly first, Sweetheart," he smiled and leaned over to kiss my forehead.
I sighed and shook my head as I smiled. "You never know. Just promise me you're perfectly fine."
He smiled down at me and nodded. "I solemnly swear I'm perfectly fine."
I couldn't help but grin and snuggle up against his chest. "Seth…can you do me one more thing…?"
"What's that, Hon?"
"Please take me back to the hotel. Please."
Seth nodded and kissed my forehead. "Definitely."