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Chapter 2: Imprinting

JPOV

It's been about a week since I started my mass murder rampage and I must say, it's the most fun I've had in ages! I've killed numerous people, animals, rocks, candy bars, pieces of wood, and telephones. They stand no chance against me! I laughed maniacally.

I'm now outside a small town called Cortezas Del Cerdo. (A/N That means pork rinds in Spanish) It's a poor, little area in Peru surrounded by mountains, and I'm sure no one would care if the people in the town would suddenly all die mysteriously.

I circled the town as a wolf, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. There it is! I changed back into a human. No time to put on pants, I have to move now. I pulled my gun out of the bushes where I hid it and walked into the town.

People were staring at me as I walked by, no doubt admiring my junk. I can't help it if I was born gifted.

I shot everyone I saw, and I finally made it to the main square of Cortezas Del Cerdo. The many people in the square obviously hadn't heard the gunshots over all the noise they were making, so they didn't know I was coming to kill them. All they saw was a naked man standing around doing nothing, because I had the gun hidden behind my back.

I was about to pull the gun out from behind me when I saw her. She was tall, and had black hair that went straight down to her shoulders. This woman had large gold eyes and the prettiest face I'd ever seen. She was unusually pale on top of her dark complexion.

But that's not why she struck me. It felt as if she was the only thing keeping me to the ground. She was everything. She was my soul mate, and I didn't even know her name.

I had imprinted.

Part of my mind said, What about Bella? But it was a very small part. The rest of my mind said, Who's Bella?

All I could think about was this girl. I needed to meet her. Then, I heard someone yell, "Make it rain, boys!" The girl started dancing sensually.



I moaned. Oh, I'd a piece of that. I felt my little buddy down below start to get happy, and I remembered I wasn't wearing pants. I looked around frantically for something that even slightly resembled pants.

It's a good thing I'm in the main square, I thought. I found a pair of pants miraculously in my size on one of the stands no one was watching.

The crowd slowly dispersed and I took the chance to introduce myself.

(A/N They're going to be speaking in Spanish, but I'm just going to write it in English)

I walked up to the girl and stuttered, "Hi, m-my name's Ja-Jacob. But you can ca-call me J-Jake." I was rambling, but I couldn't seem to stop. It was weird. I never acted like this before, even in front of Bella. God, I must sound like an idiot.

I kept talking about who knows what, and I probably would have kept going if she hadn't stopped me. She put her hand on my mouth.

"I'm Margarita, and I like you, too. I live just down this street. Where are you from? I haven't seen you before, and not many people come around here. It's in the middle of nowhere."

"I come from way up north. I'm from the United States, way up by Canada."

"Really? You're really far from home. Why'd you come?" I could feel the hurt on my face as she said that. "Don't get me wrong!" She added hurriedly, "I'm glad you came. I'm just curious. Why would you come down here, so far away from any civilization?"

I looked down. I had to tell her the truth. It's dangerous to be with a werewolf. "Look, we need to talk. But not here. There's something important I need to tell you, but no one else can hear it."

Margarita looked confused. It was understandable, though. We just met, and I was already telling her my secrets. But she didn't ask me any questions. She just led me to her house.

(A/N I'm not going to explain the whole werewolf thing. If you're reading this, you've read Twilight, so, yeah.)

I told Margarita everything, including the part about Bella. She sat there silently the whole time. When I was done, we just sat there for a minute. Then she said, "I don't believe you. You expect me to believe werewolves exist?! You're insane. Get away from me! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FREAK!" She picked up an expensive looking vase and threw it at me. I grabbed it out of the air and set it down, but not without an effort. She was unusually strong.

"Do you want me to prove it to you?" She just looked at me. "Okay, I'll prove it to you." I took a deep breath and changed into my wolf self, careful not to knock into anything in the small space.



Margarita screamed. I changed back into my human form and extended my arm toward her. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." She was still shaking, but she seemed to calm down infinitesimally. "Do you believe me now?"

Margarita shook her head and backed away slowly. "I'm going crazy. This can't be happening." This frustrated me. I'll prove to her that I'm real.

I stepped forward and grabbed her arms (she was cold) and kissed her fiercely. She fought it at first, but then gave in and fell into my embrace. She even kissed me back.

We stood there kissing for a while, but we finally broke apart.

"Now do you believe me?" I asked again.

She nodded and we kissed again and again and again.

Everything was how it should be.

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