Hey guys, this is my first girl on girl Fanfic so go easy on me please! Comments of all kinds are welcome, exept flamers, i don't like them very much so refrain from doing those.

Also to clarify I don't own Twilight it belongs to Stephenie Meyer i only own my OC Warren. If i did things would be VERY diffrent...

Warren: *glares murderously* Who says you own me?

Me: Um I created you...so I do own you.

Warren: We'll see about that.

Me:*Sweat drops* Okayyy...anyway...enjoy the story!

Once again I found myself alone at the counter, loud techno music racking at the inside of my skull and an unfortunately empty shot glass held loosely in my hand. I was barely in Port Angels for a few days and I was already drinking my way to a alcohol-induced comatose. Technically I wasn't supposed to be drinking being nineteen and all. Not that the rules of the human world applied to me, since I was a werepanther, but the bartender handed me a decent amount of whiskey to get a nice buzz going for me. Besides the fact that I obviously looked depressed I think she had a thing for me too, but she'd have to wait in line behind all the other were-woman wanting a piece of me. Not like a gave two shits bout any of 'em, I didn't see what they saw in a loner like me. Fuck I wish I wasn't so damn cold all the time. It was all her fault, that lying player. I loved the bitch with all my heart and then she had the nerve to walk away from me to be with some stupid werelion her parents picked out for her. "It was just a phase Warren, we were just being rebellious. There was nothing special between us anyway." How could she say that to my face? All the times we spent together, holding each other, talking about our future, she called it nothing. Well it wasn't nothing to me. That liar, such a beautiful damn liar and I believed every word that came from those plump manipulative lips.

The worst part? She used me. Yep, she wasn't who she said she was and played me like a damn violin. All she wanted was to get to my power, since I was the Alpha Female of one of the largest feline packs in the United States. Or used to be anyway, I gave the title away to my brother awhile back. I said nothing to that bitch the day she broke up with me, oh believe me there was shit to be said but I just watched silently as she walked over to that other bastard's car without so much as an apology for the pain and suffering I endured for her, for us. Or at least I thought I was for us anyway. It's been over two years now since then and I still can't stop thinking about it. It seems to kill me a little more each day and there's nothing I can do to stop it. She ruined me. I used to be so open minded, creative, kind, and loving. A true leader and a committed lover. Now I'm not capable of feeling anything anymore, and she's to blame for it.

I'd do anything to make this hurt go away…just to finally be free of it. If I went to my apartment right now, dug around in my closet a little for my old silver colt .45, it would take not even a minute to load it up and-"Hey kitty, you alright over here all by yourself?" The bartender sauntered over and leaned over the counter towards me, her scoop neck lavender top giving me a perfect view of her breasts. I'm not interested in her flirting and choose not to answer, she didn't fall in my type of woman anyway, she'd drop me like a hat the moment another woman caught her eye. She seemed to get the message and retreated. Her almond shaped eyes glinted in slight irritation at my lack of interest towards her. It'd be gone when someone else came up to get a drink. She froze and stared straight ahead. "Well hello," She purred. "That is one hot piece of female." She takes my glass and I swivel over to see what she's talking about, a teenager, no more then probably eighteen, just walked in from the rain storm outside. Forks, still famous for its crappy weather.

This mysterious woman was a porcelain skinned goddess with amazing chocolate eyes. She wore a v neck sweater and dark skinny jeans, casual yet highly sexy by my standards. Now this fell into my type. By the look on her face, I automatically guessed she was not familiar with lesbian clubs, or even knew she was in one. I could tell straight away she wasn't a shifter of any kind either, or a vampire. She was human and most likely in a lot of trouble if anyone else noticed too. "There's always one." I commented under my breath. The bartender laughed to herself as I got up to aid the new comer, lucky me she didn't notice she was a human too. Then again no one was as skilled as I was at analyzing either. As I approached the brown-eyed beauty took me in, every inch of my body her eyes scanned. Needless to say I took this as a good sign. "May I be of any assistance?" She looked at me with curiosity, scrutinizing me very closely like she could read me. I guess it was partly because of my style, long mega dark red hair reaching the small of my back in assorted braids and dreads all kept neatly pulled back and under a black baseball cap. As for the attire I chose to wear a lace up leather bustier and a full length arm warmer on my right arm. Usual outing cloths for me, it said "hey, I'm a sexy cat but mess with me and I'll lay you the fuck out". This outfit was especially good at showing off my marks to other Shifters, one look and nine times outta ten they back off. They were mostly claw marks, the one that really showed I was a true fighter though was the three marks crossing my face. They were the ones that made you think twice about what you say to me. "Uh, yeah I think I got the wrong place." The girl admitted quietly, then added she was supposed to meet her friends at a different club. She obviously didn't want to go in the first place by the looks of it. Pushy friends. "You might as well stay," I told her. More to get to know her better then anything else, besides it was pouring outside and there was no way I'd let her walk out there alone with all the creeps roaming around. "Other places will be either packed or closed by now. And the weather is just gonna get shittier anyway." A flicker of wonder shone on her face as she looked passed me momentarily and saw all the women grinding and swaying to the music on the dance floor. The primal energy coming off of them was enough to power the whole city for weeks, although I was more sensitive to it then she was. What would I give to be doing that with her… a pang of hurt kept me from doing so.

"How bout I buy you a hot drink? You look freezing." She nodded and padded behind me as I found a secluded table in the back and ordered two coffees, one black and one with cream and sugar. I bet you expected me to order milk didn't you? "I'm Warren by the way." I said sliding in the bench across from her, I held my hand across the table to properly introduce myself, retracting my claws so as to better appear human. Her small hand fit in my calloused one perfectly. "Bella." Bella, Italian for beautiful. What a perfect name for this woman. "Mind if I ask what your doing on this wonderful Friday night?" Bella took a generous sip of her drink and slipped a few wet strands of her hair behind her ear. "My friends from school are trying to get me out and about. I haven't really been myself lately." Her tone of voice changed as she said this, softer and far off, slightly pain filled. I rested my arms on the table. "Any particular reason why?" She fell silent and dipped her head in the opposite direction, I knew that look all too well. "Ah, okay off limits topic. I got ya." I tried smiling but I knew it looked kinda funny, whenever I smiled only one side pulled up and it looked lopsided. But it was totally worth it to see the grin slowly grow on her perfectly succulent lips. Something told me there was something hidden inside her somewhere, just bellow the surface and waiting for something, or someone, to break it. Bella almost resembled me, her eyes looked absent of almost everything and she looked drained, both emotionally and physically. I was better now of course, well to some extent considering my mental breakdown a few moments ago. I had a fuckin long way to go still. "Hey, what's that?" My eyes snapped to her hands as she pulled my arm out, tracing her fingers slowly over the tattooed skin on the inside of my forearm. I suppressed a shiver from her light touch. "Carpe Noctem," I breathed. "Latin for seize the night." I held up my other arm, which was covered in a black arm warmer. "This one says Carpe diem, orseize the day. Their pretty much my personal quotes." She paid attention closely, drinking in my words as if she were thirsty for more. "So, you like, show the seize the day one during the day and the other one at night. Why?" My voice softened a little. "To remind myself never to let my problems keep me from living my life, the road we travel on is not always easy babe but it ain't long for some people. So I show them to everyone I meet in hopes that they can embrace the time they do have here with all their loved ones like I am. It's one of the reasons why I'm here actually." She leaned closer. "You don't live here?" I downed half my coffee in two chugs and nodded. "I used to a few years back. But then some family issues came up an the next thing I know, my parents split and I'm in Manhattan struggling for a good education. Right now I'm trying to jump start my art business, but you how it is for a high school student to get noticed now a days." My eyes shifted down Bella's sweater, when she leaned over the table the v on her sweater lowered to give me a nice peak at her cleavage. Quickly I looked out the window at the rain drops rolling down the window pane. Damn this beautiful girl, damn her for effecting me like this. I was ready to slam her against the nearest wall and kiss her to an oblivion. But that would probably not be the best first impression though.

"My older brother is moving to the La Push reservation so he gave me his loft to use as an apartment, slash studio to help me out. He knows I like my privacy." I noted absently to myself, then chuckled. "How ironic, a struggling artist trying to get herself noticed in an age where no one appreciates her work, let alone care." Her head tilted to the side in the most adorable way. "Why would you say that?" Well I've already given her an outline of my life, might as well let her see the whole picture or at least a larger portion, without the fact that I'm a werepanther with an attraction towards her of course. I shifted to stare at her, watching her face closely. "When I moved to Manhattan my mother and I were struggling to get by, dad has been off on tour in the military for the past couple of years now. Anyway, she had to work two or more jobs just to keep our town house running. From the time I entered middle school I already started working towards a career in the arts, my mom went ballistic saying I was setting myself up for failure and I was never going to get anywhere in my life. She reminded me constantly that I was such a disappointment to her and that I was her worst mistake."

I left out the part where she found out I was a lesbian by walking in on me kissing the pizza girl. A small smile grace my lips as I remembered watching a few lesbian flicks one night, thanks to dad letting me use his credit card because unlike mom he understood me, and ordering pizza because my mom was working the night shift yet again. One thing lead to another and we were making out on the couch when she barged in. The look on her face was absolutely priceless. And the fact that she wanted me to get mated off with the leader of a nearby Pride for protection and what she called "my duty to my bloodline" went up in smoke, but much to my relief we didn't want to go through with it so we ended up becoming close friends instead. The funny part was we both ended up being gay. "After about seven years of hell on earth I got a call from my bro the other day asking if I'd like to come live here for awhile, I packed my things the next day and here I am." She smiled. "Your brother sounds like a nice guy." She had no idea how right she was. That call saved my life, not only did Gabe keep me from snapping mom's neck, he gave me a chance to wipe my slate, start fresh and live a decent life. A better life. My recent break up had me at the ends of my rope and my mom wasn't making it any better by screeching at me about my homosexuality and the fact that I didn't want anything to do with being an alpha anymore. "How can you do this to me? Is this because I won't let you chase your worthless dreams? Well it isn't going to work you selfish bitch!" That was just one of the thousands of comments she made at me, all the while I just stood there, teeth gritted together and firmly planted to my beliefs. I couldn't change, and I wasn't about to either. Not for anyone and certainly not for her. "Are you still in school?" Bella asked, she had a glint of hope in her eyes as she said this. "Actually yeah. Gabe, my older brother, he got me into a nearby district. I start Monday." In the back of my mind I was hoping she was in the same district, but I knew that chance was slim.

I glanced at the clock above the bar, 8:57. "I don't know about you Bella, but this bar scene is starting to loose interest with me." Her eyes darted towards the dance floor, then back at me. "Yeah, it's starting to get crowded in here." I helped her up and held the door open for her as we exited the bar, picking up our pace when we realized the weather hadn't picked up since she entered. "My place is just a around the corner, we can take cover there. Or at least let me grab you a hoodie or something. It's the least I could do." I took off my hat and yanked it onto her head, some protection from the weather was better then none in my opinion. Its not like she could see my face anyway, which was what I was working to prevent at any costs. "Sounds like a plan to me." She pulled my hat closer to her face. Without even thinking twice I grabbed her hand and we raced down the street, it almost felt as if I was walking on air with her by my side.

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