DISCLAIMER: I don't own twilight, I'm just making a little story of my own is Stephenie's world!

This is Brady's imprint story. I'm not exactly a great writer, but I have a good story line in my head.

Brady POV

I was walking around a park in Seattle. Just walking around moping, thinking that maybe I'd finally walk into the girl who would be my imprint. This had become a habit of mine, every Friday I would hang around the park looking for a girl. Sure there were girls who were pretty, girls I would like to ask out, but NEVER was there a girl that took my breath away.

C'mon you're a werewolf, maybe you just weren't meant to find love. Jacob told me he did this once, he had walked around this same park looking for "the one". I had teased him about that back then, but now here I was, doing the same thing. Even Leah, the only female werewolf in the history of the world and probably the most irritating girl in the world, had found an imprint. Poor guy, he was perfect for her, he didn't fight with her and he was ok with the headstrong type.

What was my type? I didn't have a clue. Well, I guess once I found her then it would be clear. Spring break was coming to a close, teen couple strolled around, and it made me sick. Where was my happily ever after? Maybe I didn't get one, but one could hope.

My eyes swept my surroundings, which I did about every ten minutes. The park was a beautiful pristine green, the air was slightly overcast, but through it all you could feel the sunshine.

I could hear girls whispering about me from behind, damn heightened senses; I didn't want to hear what they wanted to do to me. That was nauseating, I had no idea girls were that sick minded. A cool breeze whipped around me, I smelt the air out of habit or maybe it would be called instinct, being a werewolf and all that was inevitable. The scents in the park that day were great, flowers, people, honey sickle in bloom and. . . and. . . vampire.

I spun my head around in source of the smell, but was stopped short when the world fell out from underneath me. Her hair was an amazing brown as were her eyes and skin, the world no longer held interest for me. The world meant nothing, she was all that mattered, she was all light, happiness, joy and peace I had ever known. This was it, I had finally imprinted. Love, my happily ever after, geez I sounded like a girl.

But all happiness fell again as I realized she was with the enemy! He smiled alluringly as he invited her up, but to my extreme surprise and joy, she shook her head no. He growled at her, I wasn't having that.

My feet led me to the bench where they had been sitting, the vamp looked at me surprised, probably because he smelled me first. His eyes were a bright scarlet, even worse, he was a newborn and it sickened me he was touching her. His pale skin, blonde hair and unnatural beauty also made it clear what he was. "I believe, the lady was with me." He purred, more for her to hear then me.

I looked at the girl, her eyes pleaded with me as she mouthed the word 'help', that did it, she wasn't gonna be anywhere near this guy ever again. Her heart was racing, a loud thunder, maybe she felt the natural aversion humans had for vampires, good thing if she did.

"She's not going anywhere with you." I stated firmly; my hands shook slightly from being so close to a vamp, but I controlled it, because I couldn't live with myself if I hurt her.

"And why not?" he hissed as I glared into his eyes. "Because I know what you are." I whispered, she couldn't even here it. I grabbed her hand as she took it willingly and we paced away quickly towards the fountain in the center of the park.

"Thank you," she whispered, this was the first time I had heard her voice. It was like hearing music for the first time, like hearing the comforting sounds of the ocean at night. Looking at her was like seeing the sun for the first time after being blind for a hundred years. We sat down on the edge of the fountain, she trailed her fingers along the top of the glassy water.

"My pleasure, but what were you doing with him?" I asked, not to pry, but I needed to know. She gave me a shy half smile. "Ex-boyfriend, he used to abuse me a lot." My hands and arms shook uncontrollably, he hurt her? I was gonna kill him!

"Whoa, are you okay!?" she asked, clearly alarmed at the sight of me shaking. Her hand fluttered to my arm, the shaking stopped immediately at her touch, wow, the world was such a new place. Once I realized she existed, nothing but her, really mattered.

"I'm fine, but did you tell anybody?" I wondered my voice sounded husky, sort of like I was in pain and I was in pain, but only because she had been in pain, how could she not tell anybody she was being abused by her boyfriend? That was sick, it made my heart writhe in agony to picture her getting beaten by that monster.

"I was going to, but then he disappeared. He came back today, he said he was just on vacation, but I didn't believe him. He was different, the perfected face and voice, who knows what happened to his eyes." A tear slid down her cheek slowly and precisely.

Without thinking my hand reached up and trapped the tear on my finger. She looked at me sadly, and mumbled, "He said that today was my last day, he took me to all of my favorite places. I was scared, I didn't understand what he meant by 'my last day'. I thought he was going to kill me here, until you showed up."

"I'm glad I found you, too." I whispered. Her next action was amazing, she brought herself closer and wrapped her arms around my waist. It made me fell whole, her warmth and the feeling of being wanted was overwhelming. "I'm sorry, I never did ask you your name." she said as she pulled back and looked into my eyes. My arms stung from having her move back, but I felt like such a woos saying that, so I slid my hands from her shoulders to her hands and took hers in mine.

"I'm Brady. What's your name?" We sounded like we were in grade school, asking names and things like 'will you be my friend?'. She giggled, "Jeanine. So what else is there to know about you?" she asked, it felt like she knew my secret.

"Uhm, I live in La Push. . ." she cut me off, "Whoa, me too! My family just moved there after we found out my mom is part Quileute." She smiled happily and I returned it happily at the thought of being close to her.

"Brady, do you think Damian was going to kill me?" She asked quietly, her voice was saturated with pain and hurt. Would now be the good time to tell her what I was? And maybe even tell her what her ex-boyfriend had become? Poor girl had no right to be put through such crap, but it had to be done, for us to be happy.

"I have to tell you something, but we can't do it here and after that you can't tell anyone my secret." She smirked. "This sounds like grade school." She joked. It was funny how we even thought the same things. She was perfect. We were perfect, together.

I had been so occupied looking at her face, that I hadn't noticed the bleached white sundress she was wearing. It highlighted her hair perfectly, it had embroidered black roses at the hem and her black knee high boots made her look even hotter.

We walked to a bench covered by trees and was vacant of people, she smiled as I waited for her to sit before me. Being a gentleman was never exactly on my high list before, but that would have to change soon. I was doing a pretty good job at it so far.

"What's your big secret?" she asked mockingly, we were the best of friends already.

Only knowing each other for twenty minutes seemed remarkable, but maybe that was the imprinting thing. She waited patiently while I mulled it over in my head.

Do I just come out and say it or do I lead up to it? "Ok, so. . . uhm, I'm a. . . werewolf!

Her face was slightly pinched up as she cocked her eyebrow and stared confused, but she relaxed and said, "Show me then." Her courage was unbelievable.

"Ok, but not here." I said as my eyes swept the surroundings. The bastard, who was apparently named 'Damian' was leaning his back against a tree, glaring at us.

"We have to go, now." I said as I pulled her up and towed her to the parking lot.

"Wait, why?" She struggled against my grip. "Your demonic ex-boyfriend is lurking around behind us let's go." Her breathing caught as I mentioned him as she hastily trotted to my car with me. Even she saw him standing under the shade of a large oak tree on the outskirts of the parking lot giving the death stare at us.

Jeanine shuddered, her eyes closed and she leaned her head against the back of the seat. I reached over and touched her arm, the wind whipped around the car as we drove to La Push. I bet everyone will want to meet her and I so couldn't wait to show her off.

Imprinting was pretty damn awesome, I had to admit. Jeanine smelled like flowers, it was so intoxicating, but then I smelt vampire. He was following us, shit, he was gonna try and kill her anyway. I had an idea of what to do. . . .

I needed to pay a little visit to the Cullens. . .