"You heard that, right?" Emmett asked.
"Yes, c'mon. Don't confuse me with the redhead either." I hushed. We took off following her scent.
"You're not getting away from me this time." Emmett spat and ran faster. I followed in his footsteps. He had her hand around her hair, but she leaped across the canyon where the wolves awaited her and the other side, but dumbass Emmett jumped too. I had no choice but to follow. Victoria disappeared in the canyon, but Emmett landed in Paul's space; I knew this was going to end badly. There were snarls and punches so I intervened.
"Fuck!" I shouted and got in the middle of them. I got punched in the stomach and bit in the ear. I threw Emmett on the ground and glared. Paul on the other hand, his fights are never resolved until someone wins. I wrestled with him and he tore my top of. His teeth sunk into my skin and I could feel the dark magic. I wanted this fight. I've always wanted to fight Paul. We hate each other, kinda. I never know if we are cool because we are constantly back and forth. I wanted to beat his ass, and I'm finally getting the chance. Blood trickled down my arm from my wound.
"Emmett, stop them!" Rose yelled she had joined our side. Paul was snarling and snapping at me. I get him in a headlock and he slung me on the floor. I didn't want to kill him, just make him pay for his deception. I stayed on the floor and waited for him to pounce on me. He did and I kicked him square in the chest and sent him flying, then I pyroported toe met him in the air and kicked him straight into the ground. He groaned and came for me again, but I danced around him and one of his massive paws struck my head. I could feel the blood trickle down my face. My fist connected with his nose and a fountain of blood sprayed me. Somehow my head got caught in his mouth and his teeth cut my face as I slid out. Emmett's cool arms went around my waist and the wolves downed Paul and had started dragging him away. Despite us both both snarling and growling at each other, I didn't fight against Emmett's grasp, instead I paid attention to the fact the his skin was on my skin. My shirt was in tatters and so was my bra. I still had great cleavage. I looked up and realized Jasper was working his magic. Carlisle was talking to Sam trying to smooth things out.
"Stop looking down my shirt you perv." I whispered to Emmett.
"Can't help it, you look yummy." He set me down.
"I can't believe you were the one to break up a fight and you were the one to get in one." Rose tsked.
"It was coming. Paul and I have had beef for the longest time."
"You do look yummy." Rose added.
"You two are perfect for each other." I rolled my eyes, but smiled. We walked home in laughter, but when the door opened, there was a shriek.
"What the hell happened?" Alice said.
"Yeah. Long story. But what duties do I have tonight?" I asked.
"You go humanize yourself first and then we'll talk." She shoved me out the door.
"By the way, Emmett will fill you in." I walked home because pryoporting when I'm pissed is not a good idea; I end up setting buildings on fire.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Embry bombarded me when I entered the house.
"Yeah. I'm fine." He checked my hair and stroked my face.
"Paul and Jared came back and showed us all the fight. I was so worried." He wrapped his arms around me.
"I'm sorry to worry you, baby. I'm a big girl. I can hold my own." I promised.
"Still. If Paul would have killed you." I shushed him.
"No one can kill me. Believe me." I tried to get the thought out of his head.
"And your face and body." He started.
"I'm fine now. Let me shower first, okay? I'm fine." I stroked his hair.
"I love you." He reminded me of a scared kid.
"I love you more, Embry Call. Please let me shower." I said seriously and laughed the next second. He reluctantly put me down and I walked upstairs to wash the blood off of me. I used my healing fire to make sure my skin didn't scar. It was terrible getting his blood out of my hair, but I managed to do it. After my skin raw, I felt clean again. When I stepped out of the shower, Embry was sitting on the edge of the counter top.
"You might as well have joined me." I laughed. He spread his legs and I stood between them, turning around, as he dried me off.
"No. I would've gone crazy. Good god, why do you have so much hair? You cut it to your shoulders during our honeymoon and it grew back thicker." He laughed.
"I'll cut it again if you want." He was smoothing my hair with mousse.
"No, then it'll grow back worse," he paused, "I love joking with you. Do what you want, I love it either way."
"Thanks. Do I look okay? I didn't have a mirror."
"You came out of the shower looking like the grudge and I'm scared to see." He started to french braid my hair. When he finished he wiped his hands off and I turned around to look up at him.
"You're beautiful. You're pretty good at healing yourself." He smiled and kissed my forehead.
"Now you can leave, right? I want to get dressed." He sighed and left. I lotioned up and put on my green Daisy Dukes and an orange light long sleeve shirt that hung off of one shoulder. I slipped on socks that you wear with flats and my black vans.
"Why do you insist on teasing me?" He asked.
"What did I do?"
"Dress like that. Your ass looks amazing and so does your cleavage."
"Does Sam want you back?" I blushed.
"Yeah, be safe and don't start fights." He kissed my forehead. I just laughed and walked him out the door.