Hey everyone, this is my second fan fiction! I wanted to see if I could work on two of my stories at the same time… wish me luck!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Please enjoy and do not forget to review the story and leave me some outstanding commentary. So without further ado…..
(Paul's POV)
Chapter 1: One Less Pack Member
It was like any normal day with some of the La Push pack patrolling the perimeter of the woods that belonged to the shifters. After all it was our "duty" to protect people from the damn vampires that should decide to suck them dry of any red liquid their bodies withheld. Being a wolf the size of an adult horse did arise in the equation somewhere to assist with the humans' protection.
The wind whipped through my silvery gray fur as I ran at top speeds through the forest, hoping something exciting would happen in this poor ass town. I could imagine the redheaded vampire, Victoria, getting her head ripped from her body with my teeth clamped tightly around it and my wolf viciously yanking it off, resulting in her untimely demise. I mentally laughed with pleasure and anticipation for when the time did come.
'I want to sink my teeth into her as well but you thinking about it show that you might have taken an interest in her, considering you're a womanizer Paul.' stated Quil, interrupting my thoughts along the way.
'Fuck off Quil' I growled menacingly towards a brownish tan wolf through the mind link.
'Quil stop goading Paul on.' stated Jared, a chocolate colored wolf running through the woods near the beach.
'You know he has anger issues and will attack you if you keep this up.' thought Embry, a white and gray wolf speckled with black fur that was patrolling with Quil to the south.
'I will kill you all if you don't shut the FUCK UP!' I snarled with more force and anger towards them all as I halted my running and began my trek to the three nuisances. I saw them visually cringe and back away as I came closer to them.
'Calm down NOW Paul' commanded Sam, the alpha, the black wolf of our marry band.
'Whatever' I spat as I turned back around to walk the way I was originally headed. I did not care much about what the pack began talking about for the rest of patrol and I did not intend on throwing any of my input into the conversation either. This was fucking great, I was stuck with these babbling baboons for the rest of the next three hours. I smirked at everyone's reaction to my insult.
'Paul, be nice to your pack mates' said Sam as we continued walking while trying to scent out any leeches.
'I am being nice' I bluntly stated.
'Hah! You wouldn't know what nice was if it bit you in the ass' snickered Quil. I growled very low in my chest and was about to run and attack Quil when I felt an immense pain in my right side. I looked at the wound and found that I was bleeding from a bullet shaped hole and had a few… were those tranquilizing darts in my right hind leg? How did that happen and where did they come from? I was beginning to feel very woozy and could see myself falling towards the rough damp ground of the forest floor. The frantic and concerned words in my head growing distant as blackness consumed me. The last thing I heard was Sam's words 'Paul! Get up Paul! Where are you?! Hold on we are coming!' and the rustling of leaves as a dark figure approached my fallen form.
Well I hope you liked the first chapter. Paul is my favorite so I thought, "Hey why not make a story about him?" And here I am with the first chapter finished and the next one on the way. Please review if it was any good and leave any comments that could help with making the next chapter better. You never know, your ideas may just end up in the story. (^_^) Thank you again!
