I apologize now, my beta is studying his butt off and was unable to assist me. So there will be grammar issues and words spelled correctly just not the word I was aiming for. So there it is. I am sorry.
Oh and P.S. I do not own Twilight or the world to which it belongs to, just my imagination.
"Have you learned your lesson yet? Or do we need to try a different means in order to teach you the basic rules of this house?" A calm and almost sweet voice crept into the damp mildew infested air in which welcomed the young girl.
The bright evening sun danced through Arazla's dwelling as her prison door swung open. Murky grey eyes winced as the setting sun quickly reminded the poor girl how brilliant it could burn. Three days was a long time to go without sun and it only took seconds to remind a person of the damages it could truly cause.
A wicked smile touched the handsome lips of the owner of the endearing voice as the young girl flinch when his hand was offered. Watching his spoiled brat of a chid shake and withdraw even further into her tiny prison only enhanced his ever growing pleasant mood. A true gift was watching his worthless daughter openly choose the confinement of the three foot high footlocker that had held her for the past three days over his presents.
In Floyd's opinion this was how every child was meant to behave. Fear. If all little brats held fear such as his, this world would be under a better check. And plus with fear he held power over her. She was his and he would control her any way he felt needed.
"No sir. It will not happen again, sir." The scared child's eyes never met his, always finding another target to study other then him.
This was also another sign of his dominates, this too he enjoyed. Anything that showed his power over her was welcomed.
"Good. Now get out of there and fix dinner." The sweet and kind shell slipped as the mention of her choirs being undone. This slight gesture held so much for his daughter. A reminder, he was one that was not meant to be trusted. He always had something up his sleeve; he would never be a father.
Never.
"Yes sir." The meek response of Floyd's broken shell of a daughter only fueled his good mood.
"Don't even think about trying the rat poison again. You wont get away so lucky, this time." The sharp and crisp tone stripped her of any color that had once graced her pale cheeks.
The mental image of lucky had Arazla flinching. If three broken ribs, deep tissue bruising on her inner thigh and back of both legs, two broken toes and a slip disk were light than she would hate to be on lady luck's bad side.
Never looking up, Arazla replied with as much force as she could mustard up, unfortunately it wasn't much. "Yes sir."
An oily grin danced across the tall dark man's pale lips. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get your spoiled ass up." The tone held a certain edge that almost urged her to defy his order. Almost.
"Yes sir." Peering out of the box, her lovely father's ideal means of punishment, into the eyes of a man who should never be gifted with the title father. Fear sent chills down her frail back. Climbing out of her tiny whole of a prison that had housed her for the pass three days.
The tiny foot locker, lately had been Floyd's favorite, being in a foul mood, he would issue it on a drop of a dime. Arazla's last crime, over cooking the baked chicken. Needless to say, the punishment would keep her from ever attempting to multitask while cooking ever again.
There were many things that Floyd would dictate when coming to his daughter's life, almost everything except prohibiting any means of mental inebriation. Frankly it made it easier for him. She rarely put up much fight any more, and having her intoxicated only made submission a given. Hardly a fight at all.
Watching his daughter make her way to the liquor cabinet, a small smile played on Floyd's lips at the thought of what was to come later on that night. Maybe this move was for the better. Who would have thought that this child could be broken even further. First strip her of any self dignity, self worth, then robber her of any hope her pathetic life could hold. Who would have thought that taking the only comfort she had after his last stunt, the comfort of familiarly, of stability, would have had this affect. This was perfect.
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"Class we have a new student. The daughter of one of the most famous computer designers; Floyd Nelson. Air-ah-za-la. Did I say that right?" The short balding history teacher gleefully announced the arrival of the newest student to the less enthusiastic class of fifteen half awake teens.
Sixteen set of eyes slowly widen as they took in the newest student. The teacher, Mr. Johnston, had the best expression out of them all. His flat brown eyes grew to an unhealthy size, jaw half open.
The new student had a rather unusual aura around her. A part of her screamed frail, shy and frighten. A demeanor that warrant a pat on the head as reassurance that the world wasn't as scary as it appeared.
Her height, four foot eight, only added to her cutie and innocent appeal. Clad in unusual clothing for someone of her age and class, the daughter of someone as wealthy as her father, wore multiple layers of worn out thrift store's 'finest'. Her long chocolate brown hair cascade over her petite shoulders and onto her short sleeve faded black shirt over three sizes to large, rustic red shirt. If it wasn't for her deep purple belt her size 38 boys Levi's would have fallen right of her tiny frame. The poor girl look no more then a hundred pounds, if that. But that wasn't the reason behind the strange looks, it was the look she was giving back.
Long pale lips pulled back into a look of animosity. It was an understatement to say that she wasn't the least bit thrilled to be in this school let alone in front of Mr. Johnston's class. Stormy grey eyes wondered through class in boredom.
It wasn't just the look on her angelic face that caused the unsettled class to gawk but more the look her eyes held. This look held something only a few were graced with. This look held the truth of what is out side those walls, the world that only a few unlucky people were gifted with. The truth of what humanity really could be like, most only assumed that a life like that was something that hollywood exaggerated to form a prophet. If only they knew.
After it was apparent that the teacher was waiting for an answer, the center of everyones attention decided to appeal to Mr. Johnston's curiosity. "No."
A few awkward moments of silence passed before Mr. Johnston decided to lead the odd new student into the direction that he and the class had been waiting for. "Well, what do your friends call you."
"By my name." Was Arazla's only reply.
The mannerism wasn't overflowing with the typical teenager demand for deviance which was the reason for the odd looks around the tiny class room. The new student simply stared out the gloomy class window waiting to be seated. Her reply was held with as much respect one could image with her emotionless tone.
Catching the hint a lot quicker this time around Mr. Johnston proceeded to point the odd new student to her seat. "It's by signed seating. You will be seating by Mr. Call."
It was apparent the excitement that Mr. Johnston had once been radiating with was now replaced with malcontent. Maybe the daughter of someone such as his idol wasn't as thrilling as he had assumed.
Arazla slowly made her way to her new seat in this pathetic hole of a class room, ignoring the strange looks as she passed. Taking a seat next to the twenty-five year old genetically altered man beast trapped in a sixteen year old boy's body, the petite teen quickly felt her first panic attack of the day. Nothing pleasant was bound to happen at this school, it was going to be a cures just like the last. The crawling of her skin in less then five minutes had to be a for sure sign.
Silently chanting calming methods to herself she had completely missed the set of eyes that refused to shift away from her.
"So today is your first day?" The words seem so unnaturally nervous that the thought that this came from some one such as him would have been funny if it wasn't for Arazla's panic attack had doubled.
His size was very over powering let alone he was a he. How was she ever going to feel comfortable in this class. Maybe she could test out of this grade and all of its required classes, after all she was one of the top ten percent at her last school. At this school she had no doubt that she was one of the top ten let alone percent.
Gathering up enough courage she slowly turned to face her new seat mate.
"Why are you talking?" Her tone came out a little more on the snobby side then she had attended but she was is no mood to correct it now. Nor did she care about his feelings which happened to be a plus because at that very second he seemed very hurt, almost like his long time pet had just ran away.
Pulling himself together, Embry quickly plastered a fake smile on and spat at the first reply he could. "Oh Mr. J won't care, besides he's just taking role for homeroom. This really isn't a class. They just rally us up here so we can have a makeshift morning meeting, except most the teachers don't care enough to produce a schedule of matters that needed to be discussed."
Feeling corned by his present her tongue became sharper with each passing second. "No. I mean, why are you talking to me?"
"Because your new and we're desk mates." The look upon his usually gentle face held a mixture between the obvious 'duh' and a startled kitten. Nobody really talked to the La Push boys with this amount of authority before. Many were alarmed by their unnatural size. Did she just snap at him? Deep chocolate brown eyes narrowed at the odd girl next to him.
Shifting uncomfortably under his ridiculing stare, Arazla's new found boldness drained as quickly as it appeared. Oh how she wished he would just leave or at least give her a few inches of breathing space. What ever happened to the golden rule that every child is taught when their only five. And right now her comfort bubble was rapidly inflated.
Feeling defeated, shoulders hunched over in an odd self preservation. "Just shut up. Please." The barely audible plea had the overly large man mentally stumbling back in pure shock.
"But....but..." The reply slowly stumbled out of Embry's parted lips matched the frighten girls tone. How had this turn in this direction? Wasn't he being polite and courtesy? A perfect gentlemen?
Feeling a bit defensive, Embry watched as his odd seat mate crumbled in on herself, eyes down cast, never drifting any higher then a few feet off the ground. What had he done that was so horrible that warrant this kind of reaction? At least she could do was look him in the eye when she verbal slapped him in the face. He was going to get her to look him in the eye and explain her reasoning for treating him like some common criminal.
Eyeing the empty spot adjacent to her own, Arazla gather her worn out book bag and began to change her seating. If the teacher cared oh well. He was the least of her worries.
The warmth radiating off of the russet hand that hovered above hers alerted Arazla that her plan was a tad bit too late. Stormy grey eyes snapped forward, silently pleading with her attacker.
"Hey, you don't have to-" The fear induced wounded animal look startled Embry to the point that his pre rehearsed speech went unfinished.
Watching the girl flinch back in terror Embry released his grip on her, throwing both hands up at chest leave, slowly leaned backwards. Giving her as much space as possible. He proceed to show his surrender. He meant no harm, he was bound to show her that.
"I'm sorry. Look, I'm really sorry. I just didn't want you to have to leave on my account. I didn't mean to-"
"I'm fine. Just leave me alone." The whisper was no longer a plea but a demand. Grabbing her belongings once again, Arazla quietly moved to an empty seat where she sat, knees to chest, until the bell rang.
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"Dude your grossing me out. It's like you're try to eat her with your eyes. It's one thing to give her that 'I'm-undressing-you-with-my-eyes-look' but this look-" Jacob's playful banter never had a chance to finish.
"Oh, holy hell! He's imprinted on the new girl." Jumping out of his seat between Jared and Brady, Quil loudly announced to the whole group while they eat their lunch at 'their' table on the outer edge of the 'Sr. Court Yard'.
Only a few took note of Quil's finding, Jared's imprint being one of them. "Embry do you even know her name?"
Never taking his eyes off of his odd seat mate, Embry answered Kim's gently spoken question. "Well kinda. It's Airazar. I think. Maybe I should go and see if she wants to eat with us?" A slight grin washed over his oddly serious face.
"Good luck, cuz ya'll need it. She's scared of everything. And by the way, it's Are-ay-zel-ah." The youngest of the group and far from a 'Sr.' added his two cents.
Brady, along with Collin were only a freshmen, however none of the students let alone staff would abject to the La Push boys. Only a few students dared to mingle with the La Push boys. It wasn't like they were scared of them, well most of the time, it was more like they were held apart from the rest; a class all their own. And If they wanted to over take the 'Sr.'s Court Yard' then they would.
The talk of Imprinting and Phasing was something that they could talk freely about. At lunch they could be themselves. No odd looks about their strength or the amount they could eat. This was one of their few havens, some households weren't even this sacred.
Whipping around to face the youngling, Embry's face held an odd emotion, a slight yearning for more information and a mix of disappointment. "And you know this bit of information how?"
"P.E. Well her's not mine. Do'n rounds out back when I saw it." Feeling the need to intervene Collin add his own bit between bites of his greasy lunch.
"She flinches when ever the ball comes within a ten foot radius and she coward when Seth handed her some papers she dropped in the hall." It was apparent that Paul found humor in this, and many would if they truly knew Seth. HOwever many Knew of Paul's twisted humor so it was only natural for them to be aware that it wasn't the last part that he found comical.
Choosing to ignore Paul's comment, Embry made his way back into the lunch room to invite the new student to join him for lunch.
The group watched in awe as Embry was shot down before he could form a full sentence, not even Paul was that talented.
"Ya know Embry, I think you just may be the only person who landed an imprint that hates them." Wasting little time at poking Embry's wound, Paul decided that it was his duty to point out the obvious as soon as he was in hearing range.
"I know, not even Paul managed that one. And even his own mother can't stand him." Joining in on the conversation between bites, Jared add his insult to the pot.
Feeling the need to join as well, Seth attempted to aide Embry. "Hey thats not really all that nice. Em's way better then Paul. Give him some credit."
"Wow way to talk about me as if I'm not here."
Looking as innocent as possible Brady paused between bites, cocked his head to the side, as if trying to hear something far far away. "Huh?"
"Did somebody say something?" Unable to resist Kim joined in as well.
The rest of their lunch was spent harassing Embry.
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The repulsive cigar smoke stung at Arazla's lifeless eyes as she made her way into the study. The same as every day she was meant to report to Floyd for his early evening inspection. Heart pounding with every step she drew closer to her own personal satan.
"I have to say this is beyond your typical standards. Less than a day, hmp! Thats a new low even for you." The sickly sweet voice of the man that held her life in his grasp for his own sick pleasure, sent Arazla into silent fear.
Racking her brain for any clue as to why his demeanor seemed off. This couldn't be good.
"Sir, I do not know what you're referring to." The quiet whimper of a response that came from his cowering daughter on a normal day would have earned a slight smirk, but this only seemed to angered him even further.
Watching the man before her grit his teeth, inhaling deep breaths through flared nostrils in order to calm himself, almost had Arazla in tears. Fear over took any rational thought her mind might have occupied. Automatically Arazla knelt before him, quickly bowed her head, cowering at his feet. She had already accepted that whatever had caused this reaction was going to cause her a great amount of pain.
"You're that big of a slut that you can't even remember who is who? I was referring to Embry Call."
Deep chocolate brown locks snapped forward, wide grey eyes stared in shock. This was all because of her annoying seat mate in homeroom. That Jerk! That wasn't even a real class and she was going to suffer for that moron's loud mouth.
"Sir, he only sits by me in my homeroom class. I have nothing with him, nor any one else." Snapping her mouth shut as quickly as the words had flown off her treacherous tongue. But the damage had already been done.
Her tone was the last straw, picking up a phone book he repeatedly hit her. Learning long ago that the handy book would leave little to no marks. After the first ten minutes Floyd grew bored, dragging her unmoving body down two flights of stairs and into the cellar.
A wicked smile played on his lechers face as he stripped her down and threw her into their walk-in freezer.
Deep blue, the perfect color. If you waited too long then hypothermia would set in. Floyd only wanted to send her body through shock, thats all. Once the lips turned the perfect shade blue it was time for the second course of action.
Dragging Arazla's shivering body out of the walk-in freezer, a wicked smile danced across Floyd's lips as he dropped Arazla's still form into an old fashion wash tub full of scolding hot water.
As much as she tried, Floyd knew ways of shattering her shield. Find a happy place to hide all you want, but he knew many ways to shatter the pathetic means of mental salvation that only the weak, such as her would attempted.
If you've ever stuck your freezing hands under warm water, and felt the painful tingling, skin tightening over your now swollen fingers, unable to move with out pain. Then you've felt a minute fraction of what Arazla was going threw. Her body violently spasmed as she clawed her way out of her scorching hot prison.
Slowly climbing the stairs, Floyd's foul mood slowly eased as Arazla's shrieks echoed through out the basement. He always enjoyed breaking her.
With a slight spring to his step, Floyd made his way to the study. A drink before dinner would be a nice treat.
When she'd least expect it, late into the night, he would break her mentally. Joyfully, Floyd thought of many ways to teach her, if she was going to parade around like one he would teach her how one felt.
Miles away from the Nelson household, Embry along with the rest of the boys running rounds, fell ill. Physical pain overpowered the young werewolfs. Tremors over took their bodies leaving only one choice Embry could take. Phasing out, Embry endured the tortures pain alone.
Each day started the same and ended as well. For two weeks Embry tried in vain to win a simple hello and for two weeks both suffered through Floyd's temper tantrums. Arazla was beginning to truly hate the over grown idiot.
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"Look I don't know what I ever did to you that caused you to hate me. But I am sorry. Really I am. I-"
Feeling cornered in the middle of the locker bay, Arazla rounded on her attacker. Shocking the genetically alter man beast into backing up into his locker. Dropping his grip on shoulder, Embry fell silent.
"Look Fido. Get your filthy hands off me and get a hint. I. Do. Not. Want. ANYTHING to do with you. You have caused enough damage as it is. Just leave me a lone."
Whipping back around, Arazla proceeded to march in the direction she was traveling before Embry had the bright idea to talk to her.
Watching in shock, Seth launched himself off his lock and starter to make his way to his next class. As he was passing his still stunned friend, Seth quietly spoke. "Did she just call you Fido?"
"Yeah" Replying just as quiet, Embry continued to stare in shock.
"You think she knows?"
Looking in the direction where Arazla had disappeared into, Embry shook his head.
Almost afraid to ask, Seth continued on with his whispered questions. "How can you be sure?"
"I can't. I just don't think she does." Still somewhat shocked, Embry faced his friend, concern clearly written on his face. "Did you see that look in her eyes?"
Seth could only nod. He had seen it too.
"Caged animal."
Another nod came from Embry's now silent friend.
Slowly the pair made their way to their next class. Just before they reached their destination Seth had one more question that was bothering him. "Whatchya go'n do?"
Sadly, Embry could only apply with a simple 'I don't know'.
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"Ms. Nelson please come to the office. Ms. Nelson to the office." The school's secretary's voice echoed through out the halls.
Taking her cue, Arazla exited her last class of the day and began to make her way to the school's office.
Deciding to make a quick detour, Arazla slipped into the janitors closet. A few moments pasted before Arazla emerged from the dark closet, making her trek to the Office.
Warm brown eyes watched from a dark corner, taking note of the odd student's new bag.
A/N:
I know, its a little dark, it will get lighter. But the dark is need to paint the picture, plus not all imprints should come so easy. Embry will have to work for it.
The next chapter is already partially written, just waiting on some kind words to fuel my muse's desire to aide me in my writing quest. :)