Title: 100 Years of Solitude… Okay, Maybe Just 5

Published: 10-14-09, Last Updated: 11-15-09

Chapters: 10, Words: 37,589

A/N: This is one of the last stories I wrote and it's also my favorite. Soledad Call is the daughter of original wolf pack member Embry and his wife (half vampire sister of Nahuel) Leticia. Her imprint is Randall Littlesea, son to OG wolf Collin Littlesea and his wife Helen. Like almost all my other stories it can be read on it's own but it works better if you have at least read one of the 3 original stories Jared and the Sociopath He Imprinted On, Enough With the Gravity Moving Already! or The Pathetic Ramblings of a Homosexual Werewolf.

Soledad means Solitude in Spanish. I wrote this series with the concept of 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez in mind. It is my favorite book and it is referenced both subtly and directly throughout the 10+ stories in this universe and the spin-off fictions written by other authors. 100 Years of Solitude is the tale of a town over a huge span of time told through the eyes of one family, and I attempted to do the same with this universe through the wolf pack.

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Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time

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Once upon a time in a far off place called Washington, there lived a boy, a sweet, loving, simple boy with simple dreams to be a horticulturist and sail the seas.

Randall Wentworth Littlesea, was known throughout the land, and by "the land" I mean the tiny Quileute reservation of La Push, as a fun loving soul; a tree enthusiast, a gentle giant and property of one Miss Soledad Call, better known as Soli.

Soli Call, daughter to the beautiful Leticia Call and her husband Embry was not what you would deem the average fairytale princess. While she was more beautiful than all the girls in the land, she lacked the essential characteristics of a storybook damsel. Unlike the weak and wanting princesses of old, she was tough, she was mean and she was not looking for a prince to sweep her off of her feet. She preferred hard rock, recreational drugs and casual sex and while most princesses donned gowns Soli was more likely to be found in leather.

You might be asking yourself, "what kind of fairytale is this?" So, beloved readers, I will warn, this is no fairytale at all. As all fairytales worth their salt do, it will have a villain and a

happy ending, but the beginning and middle… not so much. So I will start this fairytale, a weretale if you will, with a wedding.

Randy loves weddings, even if he has to sit through hours of boring stuff, he is always grateful for the feast of food afterwards, and the happy partygoers dancing the night away. Little known fact about our hero: he loves to dance and despite his large size does it quite well. At every wedding he's ever attended, after every morsel of food on his plate has been cleared, you can find him merrily cutting a rug with whoever he could find, though Soli was his favorite partner. For Randy this was the best wedding of all. It wasn't the dancing, he never got to that part, and it wasn't the food, though it was delicious. This wedding was much more than that.

He was happy for the pretty and elegant invitation that let him choose steak or chicken or fish, he was happy that the bride Amber was happy, but this wedding topped all others because he got to watch his Soledad front and center as a bridesmaid. She looked so beautiful in her soft blue dress. Soli was always beautiful but when she smiled like this, Randy couldn't help but smile with her, and if he was already smiling, which he was prone to do, he'd just smile wider.

"Traditionally, you look at the bride and groom at the wedding," Randy's mother Helen whispered with a smile.

"She looks nice."

That was all he could say.

Not because he didn't know what to say, if she were his very best friend Annabelle, he could say just about anything. His mother Helen was young and she was hip but she wasn't particularly fond of Soli. Besides he was explicitly forbidden by Soledad to compliment her in public in any way, and he took Soledad's demands seriously.

Sometimes, when Soli was feeling blue, she would ask him what he thought of her. He would tell her, only the good things of course, but then our little prince Randy has the unique ability to see only good in people, not just Soli but everyone, and as such he would be at a loss to point out her flaws.

Dazzling, funny, enchanting, intelligent, captivating, stunning, beautiful, gorgeous, belle, bonita. The list of adjectives he'd he'd collected to shower her with was long and whenever she felt down he could list them for her in a snap and make her smile… and he loved her smile.

At this wedding, the wedding of Soli's best friend Amber to a wolf named Solace, Soli didn't stop smiling, so he was utterly mesmerized. I tell you this because it's important to reiterate, he wasn't trying to hurt Phil… he wouldn't hurt anyone, or at least before the imprint he wouldn't.

At school, no one ever tries to hit young Randy. There were many reasons for this: one important reason being because, at the tender age of 12, he was already 5 foot 7. He dwarfed all other students and a few of his female teacher. Another equally important reason being that, because of his sunny disposition, Randy had captured the heart of every teacher and faculty member at his school, as well as the janitors and lunch ladies. Hitting Randy would be like a death sentence; an automatic visit to the principal and possibly a failing grade. Yet even if they had, even if there had been a student stupid enough to try and hurt Randy, he wouldn't hit them back.

So Randy wasn't trying to hurt Phil, honest, he just didn't want to see him touch her; caressing and swaying with his Soli. He couldn't stand seeing her blush and flirt or laugh at his jokes. He's not even funny. And if you asked him, Randy would tell you, it's entirely Phil's fault that he is now a wolf. Randy's dad Collin blames the Cullen's, but Randy only blames Phil… Phil and his stupid hair and bright eyes.

He wasn't supposed to be a wolf, they all knew it was possible because his dad was and it was genetic, but everyone told him it just wouldn't happen. It couldn't happen, the current wolves were all retiring, and there wouldn't need to be a pack anymore. To become a wolf, you need more than just genetics, you need also age, rage and most importantly, vampires. Before that day, Randy have had none of those things.

Randy didn't really know if he wanted to be a wolf, he never thought about it because he wasn't supposed to be… especially not now. He was only twelve, the youngest wolf in pack history, and the only wolf to imprint just seconds after phasing for the first time.

Did you know that wolves can imprint while in wolf form? Well, now you do.