YALLA!
Here it is guys! The sequel to The Calling of The Insane!
Now for those who are reading this and haven't read the first one, please turn your sexy behind around and start reading that one. Believe me if you read this one you'll be very confused.
And for those who have read the first one, I give you the first chapter for The Calling of the Dead!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight… Although I'd love too.
Obsession and Affection
With every gentle stoke of the brush in between my fingers, I became lost inside the endless beauty of what I was creating.
The paint on my brush created an undeniable beauty, the stokes like waves of the ocean as they shaped a picture of perfection. My eyes traced every curve of the brush, relishing in the movements as every stoke added another detail to his face.
To his eyes.
To his nose.
To his cheeks.
To his hair.
I sighed gently as the picture began to take form, the outlines of his face becoming truly his. Gosh I could look at this all day.
"You really are obsessed with him."
A familiar voice spoke gently in my ear and I jumped to my feet knocking over the chair I was sitting in, alarming everyone in my class. Many chuckled at me while others just looked at me unamused, continuing with their portraits. I turned to look at my annoying best friend her blue eyes sparkling in amusement at my glare.
"I am not obsessed with him, I am simply fascinated by his awesomeness." I replied with a small humph as I flipped my hair, slapping her in the face without even having to use my hands. Charlotte spat out my overgrown copper hair, pulling the tangles of wavy hair off of her. "You seriously need to cut your hair." Charlotte commented, yanking my hair gently to prove how long my hair had gotten. It now reached my below my hips, my bouncy curls having now grown into soft waves. (For which I was extremely grateful towards.)
"Paul likes my hair long." I said simply as I re-handled my brush, stoking paint gently on the wolf howling next to the object of mine and Charlotte's discussion. "Argh!" Exclaimed Charlotte as she threw her hands into the air, yet again catching the class's attention as well as the teachers as she glared at us both. "That's all I hear! Paul this and Paul that, and if it's not you all I hear from Paul is Addison this and Addison that. You two seriously need some time apart or something!" Complained Charlotte as she leaned back in her chair as she watched me paint. Since she had always been one to slack off with work she would entertain herself by watching me work and if needed copy me later.
She was a horrible person but she was an amazing friend.
"That's probably true, I've always wanted to go to Hawaii." I thought with a grin, my mind spinning with the idea of hula dancing and sandy beaches.
"Don't let Paul hear you saying that otherwise he'll lock you in a dungeon."
I looked up from my pondering and grinned at Brady, one of the packs younger wolves. He was the only clone I could properly tell apart. But I'd sometimes get confused looking at him and Collin together, another new young werewolf, and find myself thinking before I called out their names.
A year has passed since I walked into Seth Clearwater's house planning to harass him with my sketching. 9 months have passed since I met my super-hot werewolf boyfriend.
I felt myself grin widely at the thought of Paul being my boyfriend.
9 months, 2 weeks and 3 days has been how long we have been dating…. Well I suppose I couldn't really call it dating when there was no dating really involved. The smile vanished from my face and turned into a murderous glare at the thought.
Darn that pedo bear of a boyfriend…
Ever since our proclaimed boyfriend and girlfriend ceremony, Paul and I have not gone any further over the kissing line. We were a great distance away from the hot and steamy romance line. Paul rarely showed affection towards me… in fact…. He kind of treated me like I was a dude.
Okay… I realise that I can be a bit macho and tomboyish at times but this was just ridiculous. Instead of kissing, we arm wrestled. Instead of going on dates, we would watch fast and the furious… all of them. For a girl like me at first it was actually pretty nice, and it made me feel comfortable at that kind of pace we were going at. But after 9 months… you kind of want to kick the guy in the baby maker. When we reached 5 months and no change, Charlotte had been the one to suggest the idea of breaking up.
But that thought left my mind as quickly as it entered.
There was no such thing as parting ways between Paul and I.
But I still wanted to kick him in the baby maker.
The bell echoed in the art classroom, causing students to leap out of their seats and pack out their work and walk out the door all in a short amount of time. As people were racing out I was gently placing my almost finished portrait safely away on the classes rack. Charlotte and Brady stood near the doors chatting animatedly. I smiled slightly at their entwined hands but my heart clenched at the sight. Not only because Paul rarely held my hand, only when he was worried for me or just wanted to touch me. But because… even though they were a couple… Brady hadn't imprinted on Charlotte.
There may come the day when Brady will imprint on another girl and Charlotte will be left heartbroken. But I still had selfish hope for my friend that Brady won't find the girl he was meant to be with. I walked toward the couple as they were slowly leaning in toward each other, and before their lips touched I pushed through them a laugh erupting through me when they stumbled.
"Addison Blackburn you nasty little painting freak!" Charlotte shouted at me before she charged at me, Brady chuckling lightly behind her. I expertly dodged Charlottes harmless punch, thanks to those defence lessons Paul had forced me to take so I could protect myself better. Charlotte gritted her teeth, being the type to always at least get one hit she lunged at me again her fist raised.
A russet hand lashed out from my right, catching Charlotte's fist before it could reach my shoulder.
"No bruises on the nasty little painting freak thank you." That voice that could melt a girl's heart in a second seemed to echo through the bustling halls of students as they rushed to get out of the school grounds as if it were infected with the plague. I looked up and was met with a face of an angel.
"Paul" I whispered gently as he released Charlottes hand not before giving it a small warning squeeze. Paul looked down to me giving me a small smile before looking back up at Brady giving him a small punch on the shoulder.
"Learn to control your woman pup otherwise I'll have to put her in a sack and throw her into the ocean." Paul laughed lightly but his eyes were serious.
Charlotte stiffened at the threat and Brady gulped.
"On that note we should be leaving, bye Paul, bye Addie!" Charlotte gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing Brady's hand at a lightning fast speed racing out of the school hallway within seconds. I rolled my eyes at her stupid fear for Paul, but I still couldn't blame her for her fear.
Paul was a very threating dude, even the jocks and bullies don't go messing near his sexy behind.
"Why did you have to choose such a violent girl as your best friend?" Paul asked with a roll of his eyes. I chuckled lightly at the question the memory of me returning back to school after almost 3 weeks off since my first day.
I was bumped and pushed as I stepped out of my biology classroom, students racing down the halls in a hurry to their next class. Only the second period and I already wanted to kill myself. I tried to push my way through the students thinking 'if only I had one of the packs here they could help me in this situation'. But I refused that thought, as I was slightly grateful to not have any of them around and finally being able to breathe a little with their overbearing questions of worry.
I was lucky that Sam came to school to sign me in, since he was able to order Paul to not follow me into classes. Even though I loved them all, that stupid werewolf gene made them all overprotective to females in their life.
-Message to future imprintees, "be prepared to be wrapped in bubble wrap"-
Suddenly I was abruptly pushed from my thoughts as someone literally pushed into me, knocking me to the floor along with my neatly piled books. My first thoughts were sadness at the image of my books sprawled on the floor, my second though… was to beat the crap out of the bastard that knocked me over. I turned toward the blonde mass of hair in front of me, taking note that the person was a girl. "Get your booty off me before I go ninja bitch on your behind." I threatened my eyes boring wholes into the persons head. The girl turned around her blue orbs equally fierce as mine.
"If you wanna go ninja bitch on someone, how about the prick that pushed me into you?" The girl said smugly, standing to her feet and brushing imaginary dust off her jeans. I stood to my feet as well, the fire inside of me just itching for a fight. But I held it down, absolutely refusing the fire inside of me. My fist clench at the girl's smugness, but the fire in her eyes also made me like her.
So with a twitch of my eyes, I raised my hand between us a cheeky grin plastering itself onto my face.
"My names Addison, I'm a painter with an attitude and a body that will make heads turn at the kickass curves." I said with a wink, my hand still raised.
The girl seemed amused at my introduction, and she also had the humour to look down at my body with the non-existent curves. "Well Addison, my name is Charlotte and I'm a motor enthusiast with an attitude and feet that will make you want to cut yours off." She chuckled as she wiggled her rather ridiculously wide toes.
We laughed together, remaining people in the halls giving questioning looks at seeing the two weirdest kids in school becoming the best of friends.
I smiled at the memory, thinking about how ridiculous the memory was.
Paul flicked my ear in his usual fashion at getting my attention and I reacted like usual, jumping slightly and punching his shoulder.
"We should get going now." Paul said gently as he turned on his heel and toward the school exit.
I sighed at the unloving action as I followed behind him, my hand desperately wanting to entwine with his. Paul pushed the doors open and waited for me to catch up before closing the door behind me. The car park was empty, only Paul's precious motor bike remaining.
This bike was also very precious to me, since it was the only thing that gave me the chance to touch Paul more than on the hand. We walked down the school steps and Paul hopped onto his bike, handing me a helmet and telling me to put it on tightly. I rolled my eyes but did so otherwise, frustrated that he himself never wore a helmet. "You know one day you'll fall off the bike and crack your head open" I said as I climbed on the bike behind him, relishing in the feel of his warmth as I wrapped my arms around him.
"Doesn't matter, it still wouldn't kill me." Paul said with a smug grin before revving the engine, and then we were speeding out of the school.
Another reason as to why I love Paul's bike was because I adored the feeling of riding. The wind rushing through my wild hair made me feel so alive. "How were classes?" Paul shouted over the revving of the engine and the breeze of the wind. "Good, I'm almost finished my portrait!" I shouted loudly than needed, knowing he would hear me even if I whispered it. Of course I didn't mention that the portrait was of him and his wolf, which was a surprise.
The green trees of the reservation flew pass us, and I took a mental image of the swirl of green. The image now becoming an image added to my list of kickass images. As the bike turned onto a dirt road I let go of Paul letting my arms spread wide as if I were flying.
"Don't let go of me, you might fall off knowing you." Paul spoke; worry hinting in his words as he turned to look at me slightly.
I rolled my eyes at him, but none the less wrapped my arms around him again squeezing the warmth surrounding his shirt. "Your such a worrywart." I complained as I snuggled against him feeling him stiffen as I did so. I sighed slightly at his actions and I lessened my hold on him and leaned further away from his warmth.
I was beginning to feel the hurt of his unaffectionate nature more and more.
The bike came to a stop and the engine went dead as I looked to our right seeing that we were already home. It was strange calling Sam and Emily's place my home. But I had eventually gotten used to the idea that this was where I lived now. I got off the bike first taking off my helmet and looking to Paul. Paul took his helmet from my hands and held it in his arms.
He wasn't getting off the bike.
Pain clenched in my chest as I realised he wasn't going to stay tonight… like he had been doing most nights lately. "I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow." I said with a small frown although I tried to hide it from Paul. Paul nodded his head.
"I'll pick you up at 8:30." He said with a small smile.
This was the awkward part every time we parted ways, every time it was both painful to know I wasn't going to see him even if it were for only a couple of hours before morning came. But the awkwardness was because I never knew if he was going to kiss me goodbye.
My heart skipped a beat as he leaned in toward me, his scent overwhelming my nose as he pecked me on the lips. As quickly as it happened, it ended even quicker as Paul revved his engine alive again and drove away disappearing down the dirt road.
A peck? Really? 12 year olds pecked on the lips!
I kicked the dirt below my feet and turned on my heel toward home.
I raced up the steps and opened the door shouting a routine "I'm Home!"
For many years it had always been my dad to reply "Welcome back!" but now I understood it would always either be Sam, Emily or even the entire pack if they were stealing our food. I smiled when I was greeted with Emily's cheerful voice and I walked into where you could always find her.
The kitchen.
I smiled when I saw her, as she waddled toward me with her big plump belly.
She gave me a hug, despite the lump between us and she kissed my cheek before waddling back toward the kitchen counter where she was preparing dinner. I hate to admit it… but every time Emily hugged me I would stiffen and become unable to hug her back.
She reminded me to much of her.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and I walked pass her and toward the fridge to grab a glass of water. "How was school?" Emily asked as she chopped onions, rubbing at her eyes as they watered. I sipped at my water as I answered. "School was the usual, Charlotte threw a punch here and there, Paul's still paranoia about touching me and I got an A on my assignment." I said with a casual shrug of my shoulders. Emily turned to me with a smile.
"Too bad on the Paul thing, but congrats on the A!" Emily shouted as she pat me on the head.
I blushed slightly at the praise, still unfamiliar to getting attention like this.
Suddenly a sharp pain clenched my chest and my water fell to the ground the echo of glass shattering sounded through the kitchen.
No… not again.
Emily gasped and waddled over to me avoiding the glass as she checked for any wounds on my body. "Are you okay Addison? What's wrong?" Emily asked, concern in her tone.
My eyes stared straight ahead as fire burnt through my chest.
I looked at Emily in fear as I looked into her eyes, seeing the image of my mother's burning corpse turning into Emily's. "I have to go!" I shouted as I lightly pushed her aside racing pass her and up the stairs into my bedroom. "Don't call Paul!" I shouted knowing the thought was racing through her mind. Knowing she wouldn't call him if asked her too, I slammed the door behind me and fell to my knees as fire grew from my hands, the flame leaving my skin untouched but my hands tingling.
Ever since that incident, flames have been appearing all over my skin, all of which being unintentional. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as my chest burnt painfully.
For that pass 9 months, I refused the fire inside of me.
But I know now the fire was a massive part of me.
So how was I supposed to refuse myself?
How am I supposed to protect my loved ones from the fire inside of me, as it slowly made itself free?
END!
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Paul- "Seriously, you're even going to use me as a way to bribe everyone into reviewing in this story as well?"
"Shut'er up'er your face'r Paul!" (I be spreaken Italian :D)