This is my first fanfic, so go easy on me. I LOVE the Twilight saga, and adore both werewolves and vampires, so when the story ended, I was desperate for more. I hope you enjoy it, and please review!

Oh, and I don't own anything. Not Seth, not Jacob, not… Spoungebob.

1. IMPRINTING SUCKS

"Do you think she's all right? I mean, she looked upset when we left. Should I call her?"

I rolled my eyes up at Jacob – he was still taller than me – and shook my head.

"Jake, she's protected by a whole coven of vampires," I sighed, glancing around in the crowded movie theatre to make sure no one was paying attention at our conversation.

"Well, I'm usually there until she goes to bed. I don't run off to Port Angeles in the middle of the night to watch a movie," Jacob exclaimed, clenching the cup of popcorn until it broke – for the third freaking time!

"Jeez, Jake! Would you stop thinking about that four-year-old girlfriend of yours for just one second?!" I exploded.

The girl next to me, turned to stare, first at me and then at Jacob, probably wondering if he really had a four-year-old girlfriend - which he most certainly did.

Jacob met her gaze with a solid glare, and she quickly turned back to her date.

"Seth…" Jacob's eyes narrowed. "Nessie is not… It's not like that! And she's not a normal four-year-old."

That was true. Nessie was half vampire and half human, and was as far from normal as possible. And she didn't look anything like a four-year-old. She looked sixteen. She was cute too. Huge, chocolate brown eyes and the sweetest smile, not to mention the inhuman beauty she had inherited from her father.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry, Jake," I mumbled. My frustration with his babbling had evaporated.

Jacob settled back into his seat, propping one of the remaining popcorns in the cup into his mouth and chewing it slowly.

"'S'okay, Seth. You'll understand once you imprint," he said, looking up at the screen as the light suddenly dimmed. "It's starting."

It was an action movie, I think – a lot of shooting and such – but I didn't pay attention.

It was hardly fair of me to whine about Jacob's weird, anything but normal relationship with Nessie - I wasn't exactly normal myself.

I was a werewolf.

Jacob too, of course. He was the pack leader. Well, one of them, anyway. It had all started when vampires moved back to Forks. Some old legends about werewolves protecting the Quileute tribe turned out to be true, and we started running around in wolf form. It's nothing like those old movies where the full moon suddenly transform you into some sort of a monster, it's more like… if you get angry the wolf inside you just burst out, fur and all, ripping off your clothes in the process. I can phase of free will too.

Well, we made peace with the vamps, who're not so bad after all, and Jacob managed to imprint on the vampire daughter.

Way to go, Jake.

I didn't know what had brought on my little explosion. Well, okay, so I did. The whole imprinting thing was getting on my nerves. It was supposed to be some magical moment when a werewolf saw his soul mate and everything just clicked. Then he would become anything this girl needed – a brother, a friend… a boyfriend.

It was sort of weird the whole thing.

Once they imprinted they became so… goofy. They worried about their imprint all the time, spent most of their time with her, and always had that annoying, goofy smile – like they'd just gotten morphine shoot into their system. I couldn't even tease them. They were just so… happy!

But that wasn't all that bothered me.

Not only was I the youngest in the pack, I also was the only one who hadn't imprinted yet! I was the only one who wasn't goofy and caring.

Well, me and Leah. I guess in a way I was sort of grateful that she hadn't imprinted either, because then she would be all goofy too, but whenever she caught me thinking it, she all but kicked my ass.

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot – whenever we're in wolf form we can hear each other's thoughts. Really annoying!

"I have to go to the bathroom," I mumbled to Jake and got up.

I had to get out of this crowded movie theatre. Now!

Jacob nodded absentmindedly at me as I made my way through the path of feet. Some of the people groaned and whined as I blocked their view – I was pretty huge – but I didn't take much notice of them.

And there was the door!

I burst through it, and practically ran through the lobby and out into the street. The fresh air hit my face and calmed me down almost at once.

It had started raining, but I didn't mind. The cold droplets felt good against my hot skin. That was one of the things about being a werewolf; I was never cold. Compared to normal people I was very hot, actually.

I smiled dully and let the rain flush across my face as I sat down on the curb.

Ahhh….

I caught my reflection in a window across the street and tried to stare it down. I looked sort of handsome, if I might say so myself. Bronze skin, dark hair, huge muscles...

That reminded me. I had to cut my hair soon, or my fur would start dragging on the ground.

You'll understand once you imprint.

Jacob's voice thundered in my head.

Well, what if I didn't? What if I never found that special girl? She could be living in Japan for all I knew! What's to say I'd ever meet her?!

Imprinting sucks!

I sighed and got to my feet.

I might as well go back inside. Jacob would soon notice that I was gone, and then he would come look for me, and possibly start whining about Nessie again - or worse: imprinting! And I was not in the mood for one of those talks. Not today.

As I got my feet a bike roared down the street and skidded to a stop.

I followed the bike with my eyes, and glanced casually at the driver. He was wearing a black leather outfit and a black helmet with red flames on it – the same sharp red as his bike.

As I watched the driver pulled up his helmet and waves of long, blonde hair flushed out.

It was a girl!

Her blonde curls fell beautifully around her soft face. Her lips parted slightly, corners turning up into a thin smile. And her eyes…

People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and maybe that's what I saw. Her soul.

It's hard to explain what was so special about them.

There was this sense of… depth. Like every thought, every secret was lying there, peering out through her eyes, so close that I thought I might be able to decipher them, but yet so far away that they were out of my reach. Still, with all these secrets floating in her eyes, there also was a truthful expression there, so sincere that I would have believed anything coming out of that well formed mouth of hers.

There was this everlasting moment as her eyes met mine. The sharp green emeralds in her eyes melted, and I drowned in them.

And then something clicked.