HEY GUYS! :D

Well this is my first ever Twilight story! Obviously it's a PaulxOC story. Paul has got to be my favorite werewolf because he is just so expressive. His temper amazes me and I think he's very unique. Anyways this is a story where Paul imprints on a blind girl. Now to remind you this is my first story so don't bash too hard, but I do like critisism! :) So tell me if you find anything confusing or unclear! Thanks and enjoy!

My names Paul Walker.

Age : 19 (appearance wise).

Standing at 6'6".

Occupation : Hunting down venomous bloodsuckers AKA Vampires.

About Me :

I'm a temperamental teenager that explodes into a fury, gray ball of fur whenever my anger reaches to the tipy top of my "RAGE METER". Lovely isn't it? Hahahaha … no. Not at all…

Fire.

It was all I felt when I phased to my other half. My spine stretched, gray fur replaced all the skin on my body, my whole body ached during the transformation. Finally it was over when my paws connected with the wet grass of La Push. My home.

The warmth of the sun grazed along my long back. I stretched my tense body and thought about what my life had become.

When I was 16 I first transformed to this enormous beast. I had NO idea what the hell was wrong with me. I was scared, hopeless, and most of all furious. But when am I not? That day always comes back to haunt me in my dreams…

'Just run Paul, all you gotta do is RUN! Don't look back , don't look back..'

'Paul please. STOP!!!'

That was Sam. Our Alpha Male. The guy with the pants…

'Oh no.. There's no way I'm stopping now!'

'I am ordering you to STOP PAUL!'

And with that, I felt my whole body skid to a screeching halt. My legs shook with fear and pain.

'What am I?' I cried out. 'Why is this happening to me?'

I heard Sam walk up from behind me.

'You are a werewolf. Destined to protect your people in La Push from vampires. You will run patrols and kill your enemies for the sake of the our people. The Elders have succeeded this task, so now it's up to us to take their place.'

All I could do was look up at him with pity-stained eyes…

Vámonos Paul!! We ain't got all day to hear you mope around. Sam and Emily's wedding starts in an hour!

A throaty growl escaped from my muzzle as I looked up to see Seth's sandy colored fur. He snickered as I tried to nip at his fluffy tail.

Gotta be faster than that Paul. If you're that slow, you'll never be able to catch up with me!

With a smirk, I sprinted right past Seth and on the way to Sue Clearwater's house for the groom fitting. All I could do was smile when I transformed and saw Seth gasping for air as he slowly walked in the house.

"Still think your faster than me squirt?" I said as I ruffled his long hair.

He swatted my hand and jumped away from me.

"Yeah, whatever. That doesn't mean anything…"

I laughed at him and Sue dragged us into the living room with Jacob, Embry, Quil, Brady, and Collin with their suits in their hands.

"I can't believe I'm being dragged into this monotone wedding…It's going to be so boring.." Brady whined as he sat on the couch.

"Oh hush," Sue said sternly. "Can't you just imagine being tied with that special someone for eternity?" she smiled softly. We all knew she was still grieving over her husband, Harry, so we all nodded slowly to show that we still cared.

"Well of course I already found my significant other." Jared sighed as he thought of Kim.

"Oh don't even start Jared, it's already enough that I have to hear you think about kissing Kim while on patrol." Seth cried as he cringed in distaste.

Imprinting. Fates' funny, sick, twisted version of romance. God, I hated it. When a werewolf imprints, its like taking their whole sense of gravity, and just throwing it at their imprintee's face. Like saying "Here's my whole life, heart, and meaning to live why don't you just carry it for me for the rest of my life. Oh and by the way I'm in love with you and I plan to spend every waking second with you and only you." It was all stupid.

First Sam, then Jared, Quil, Jacob, and Colin. They were all love struck puppies that rely on nobody but their imprint. The rest of us have successfully skipped out of fates path of imprinting and have made it this far.

I never knew why people made a big deal with love. I mean I don't think it's all that's cracked up to be. Being me, I can live on my own perfectly fine. Paul doesn't need any woman to be able to move on with life. All I need is food, sleep, and well….food! Yeah I know, I'm a jerk, but that's just the way I am.

"Hey Paul, your turn to try on your suit." Jacob said as he threw it at my face.

I held in a low growl as I walked past him and headed to the bathroom. Once I closed the door, I looked up in the mirror to see my reflection. Russet, dark skin that covered my entire body. Short, black, cropped hair that never reached past my neck. Strong cheekbones that adorned my face. Dark brown eyes holding in all the anger that I've possessed for so long. Overall, a typical Paul on a good day.

As I looked down at the suit, I never thought that I would actually ever be a groomsman for anyone. My well known temper, I'm surprised Sam even let me anywhere near his perfect wedding. A sigh escaped my lips as I stripped down and slipped on the tuxedo. The tie to it was a light aquamarine, I would be walking down the aisle with my sister Sara. All she talked about was how excited she was about finally attending a wedding. She told me if I messed anything up, she'd skin me alive….and the scary thing was, was that I actually believed her. I took one last look in the mirror and walked out of the bathroom.

My hand instantly flew up to my tie as I heard the wedding song begin. Taking a quick look at my sister, I loosened my tie and looked straight ahead like nothing happened, but she had already noticed.

She slapped my hand, and I mean HARD. Even though I am a werewolf, I still felt the little tingle.

"Ouch Sara!" I cried out.

"Don't you 'ouch Sara' me! This is the fifth time I've had to re-tighten your tie!" She looked sternly at me and all I could do was stick my tongue at her.

"Do that again and I'll shove that tongue up your furry as-.."

"LANGUAGE SARA!" Kim cried from behind us. "We are trying to be respectable and somewhat normal for Sam and Emily."

Sara and I rolled our eyes simultaneously. If there was one person who knew me the most, that was my lovable, controlling little sister.

We watched as Seth and Leah walked ahead and strolled down the aisle. We would be next, and to say, I was honestly nervous. Why? I have to idea. Once they left, I got a clear vision of the wedding scenery. All I saw was white linens and red flowers EVERYWHERE. I've never seen so many flowers in my entire life. And to surprise me more, there were so many people. I mean La Push wasn't very big, but it seemed like the whole population was here for Sam and Emily.

I continued observing the area when Sara nudged me to walk down the aisle.

Oh crap, breathe Paul breathe. Inhale, exhale, left, right, exhale, inhale…oh shit wait breathe, BREATH FOOL! A little war raged on in my head as I panicked for my lack of brains. Finally, I seemed to control everything as I took a deep breathe and looked ahead…

Big mistake.. No flipping HUMONGOUS MISTAKE!

Why now Paul? Of all times WHY NOW??!?