This chapter came out quicker than I thought. School start back up on Monday, but first I have an interview for a job at the hospital. So wish me luck, and what better way is there to review my chapter, aye? ;)
Enough rambling, I realize the chapters aren't that long. But as the story progresses, the chapters will get longer. No doubt about that. And here is the disclaimer…I am not Stephenie Meyer, so I do not own Twilight. I only own Sarah, and some future OC's. And now on with chapter two!
Chapter 3 – Paul POV
I hear confusion followed by shock. They are all surprised I imprinted, I was always going on about that imprinting is bullshit. I wouldn't be myself anymore once I imprinted. But damn, was I wrong. Imprinting is the most perfect thing in the world. Sarah flashes through my mind, and every other wolf that is phased can see her through the mindlink.
"She's pretty."Seth says, and I growl softly. She isn't just pretty, she is beautiful. Seth backs away, hearing my defensive tone. I make my way to the clearing, and notice the black wolf of Sam. I take my place on his left side as Jared stand on his right. All the other wolfs sit in front of us when Sam starts speaking.
"There is a new threat. A vampire came to Forks, they visited the Cullens but he disappeared. Their fortune teller can't see him. We need to be careful," he says while he stares all of us in the eyes. A new threat? Damn, just when I found my imprint.
"We have to figure out a new schedule. We are eight in total. We split up in couples. Jared and Quil. Paul and Seth. Jacob and Leah. And Embry and me. Embry and I will take the first patrol. Jared and Quil take over from us at 6 p.m. After the bonfire, Jacob and Leah will patrol till 6 a.m. Then Paul and Seth will take over. Understood?" Sam asks, and we all nod our heads.
The bonfire starts at 8 p.m. sharp, the elders won't be there and it's just us young people. The wolfs, their imprints and some of the local kids. It's Sarah's first bonfire. I hope she'll like it. What will she be wearing, will she show of those legs of her?
"Paul! That's my cousin, keep your thoughts in check." Jared tells me with a warning glare. I huff, and give him a mental nod.
Sam and Embry go off on their patrol and the rest of us go back home. I run back home, and phase out. I pull on my shorts and walk through the backdoor. It's Saturday, and Camille is shopping or she went to get her manicure or whatever the hag does. My dad is sleeping on the couch, while my sister is watching The Flintstones. I walk up behind her quietly, and lean down. I tickle her sides until she begins panting.
"Paul, you're back." Neveah says with a small pout. Oh man, her pout kills me. I lift her up in my arms and she lays her head on my shoulder while her small arms wrap around my neck.
"Of course, Nev. I won't ever leave you." I kiss the top of her head. It kills me to leave her here on her own whenever Camille gets in one of her moods. She doesn't know anything about me wolfing out, my dad thought she was too young to understand. I let her down and she goes back to her drawing. I sit down next to her, folding my legs underneath me.
"What are you drawing?" I ask as I look over her shoulder.
"A wolf," she says with a smile and picks up the black pencil and starts coloring in her wolf, lightly so the color seems gray. I stiffen next to her.
"Did you see this wolf?" I ask her. She nods her head and points her little finger to the woods.
"I see him all the time, he's really pretty, Paul," she says with her toothless smile. She lost her two front teeth recently, and it looks really cute. I know she must have seen my wolf, I haven't been careful enough. I kiss the top of her head.
"Did you have lunch?" I ask her, knowing the answer already. She shakes her head no, making her curls bounce around her head. I growl under my breath.
"No, daddy has been asleep the whole time and Camille is out. She tells me I am not allowed to touch anything." I sigh, wishing I could afford my own place and take my little sister with me.
"Come on, Nev. I'll make you something." I lift her up with me, settling her on my hip. She is so tiny. And I don't mean compared to me, but just in general. All her classmates are taller and more developed. I settle her on the counter, and grab everything to make pancakes.
As I make about a dozen pancakes for us, she tells me all about this boy she likes. I smile at her, and tease her with her first crush. I lift her from the counter and she climbs on a chair. I settle a plate with four pancakes in front of her, and I take the six I made for myself. I put two aside, in case she's still hungry.
"I met someone, too." I tell her while she sips her milk.
"Really? Do I know her? Is she pretty?" Neveah rambles on, making me laugh at her enthusiasm.
"You don't know her, yet. And she is a princess. Do you want to come to the bonfire tonight? Clair will be there, and I'm sure Emily will need some help with the food." I tell, feeling the urge to introduce the two girls I love the most to eachother.
"Will I meet your girlfriend?" she asks with a grin. I chuckle.
"Sarah will be there, yes. But she isn't my girlfriend." I say with a half-smile.
"Yet…" my sister says in her singsong voice, making me laugh. She is the cutest.
After lunch, I clean away the dishes and take my sister upstairs for a bath before I drop her off at Emily's. That gives me enough time to pick up Sarah and have her a little to myself before the rest of the pack butts in.
As Neveah's playing with the bubbles, I look through her closet to find something nice for her to wear. I know better than to put her in a skirt or dress, so I settle on simple dark blue skinny jeans. I pick a simple pink T-shirt and top it off with a gray cardigan, so that it matches her pink and gray ballet flats. After her bath, I help her get dressed before I braid her long black hair into two pigtails on either side of her head.
"You okay here for a bit, I just need to shower." I ask her, as she settles herself on my bed and switches on my TV. She nods as she watches some cartoons. I smile before grabbing the clothes I picked out for myself and head to the shower.
After a quick shower, I dress into stone washed jeans, with a white button up shirt. The white always looks good with my skin. I pull on my white Nike sneakers and head back to my room.
"You ready, Nev?" I ask my sister as it is already 6:15 p.m. and I have to pick up Sarah in a bit. She nods and jumps off the bed and takes my hand in her small one, pulling me along. I write a note for Camille and my dad and grab my keys. We walk in silence to the small house nearby, when Sam moved in there it looked like a shag. But now, Emily really made it a home. Once Neveah sees the yellow house, she pulls free and runs towards it, practically jumping up the stairs and walking in without knock.
"Neveah! Where did you come from?" I hear Emily giggle, and I know Neveah must be hugging her around the middle. I make my way inside, and see Sam looking at Emily. I saw in his thoughts that they have been trying for a baby, he must be thinking of his own children.
"Hey Emily, Sam. Is it okay if she stays here, I told her she can come to the bonfire. But I need to pick someone up." Emily looks up at me with a smile, even with her scarred face, she still is beautiful.
"Of course, Paul. Sam told me about Sarah." Emily looks down at my sister, before picking her up and sitting her down on the stool next to the counter.
"I was just making cookies. Do you want to help me?" Neveah nods and chatters away as she helps Emily with the cookies. I slap Sam's shoulder lightly, before heading back out. I make my way to Sarah, wondering how she's feeling after this afternoon.
Sarah POV
I look through my closet, and groan in frustration. Why don't I have anything cute to wear? It's almost 5 p.m. and Paul will be here in two hours. I still need to shower, too.
I finally decide on a pair of pale yellow skinny jeans with a black turtleneck sweater. It's a good thing that my cast stops at my elbow and isn't that think. Otherwise I couldn't wear anything body hugging. I grab the clothes and the towel, and walk to the bathroom. I wrap the bag around my cast and step under the warm water. About half an hour later, I step away from under the water and towel myself.
I dress in the clothes I picked out, and wrap a towel around my wet hair. I walk to my room, and step in a pair of black peeptoe ballet flats. I bend forward and towel my hair, before throwing my head backwards. The curls settle nicely against my back, and I make sure I have an elastic band around my wrist. I add a little bit of make-up, making sure to keep it light. I grab my black purse and make my way down the stairs and into the living room. I look at the clock, and see that it's a quarter to seven. Paul can be here, any moment now.
It's weird, but I can feel myself falling in love with him. I know that I haven't known him for long, but the way he held me this afternoon… it just felt good, it felt like I was home. It was the first time since the accident that I didn't feel guilty.
The doorbell rings, and I jump up from the couch and almost run to the door. I open it, and gasp softly. Paul looks so handsome. I have only seen him in shorts, not that I minded. But when he is trying to dress up, he could pass for gorgeous.
"Hey," he says almost huskily. I smile up at him.
"Hey," I say back, blushing up at him. He makes me feel so nervous.
"You ready?" Paul asks me, and holds out his hand for me. I look at it hesitantly and slide my small hand in his much larger hand. I nod, and as he pulls me with him, I close the door behind myself.
"You look beautiful," he tells me, as he smiles down at me. I blush, and look away from his eyes.
"Thanks, you look good, too," I smile, while looking at the ground. We walk towards the beach in silence, but it's not awkward. When we reach the beach, I can see that there already are a couple of people. I can see Jared, and he has his arm around a girl, they are talking quietly.
"Who's that?" I ask Paul, as I look towards Jared.
"Hmm? Oh, that's Kim. Come on, I'll introduce you. Your cousin doesn't have manners." Paul chuckles and tows me towards Jared.
"Hey, man, Kim. Jared doesn't have manners, so…" he pushes me a little to the front. I give an awkward wave with my broken arm.
"Hi, I'm Sarah." I tell her, to which she nods.
"I know, Jared told me about you," she stands up and hugs me tightly. I gasp, taking a few seconds before I return the hug awkwardly.
"I just want you to know that you can always talk to me," she tells me, and I have a feeling Jared told her more than everyone else on the reservation knows. I thank her, before I take a step back, and feeling a warm hand on my lower back. I look up, and notice Paul looking down at me, his eyes hard.
"Paul!" I hear a girl scream, and his eyes soften when he looks around. He kneels, and before I realize it, he has a small girl around his neck. He raises, lifting her with him and they both look at me. I smile up at her.
"Neveah, this is Sarah. Sarah, this is my baby sister." Paul tells me. Neveah smiles at me.
"It's nice to meet you, Sarah. Paul told me about you," she says, jerking as Paul pokes her side. She giggles, and Paul sets her down. She looks up at me, and I kneel in front of her. She is a few inches taller than me now.
"Hi Neveah. That's a beautiful name," I tell her with a smile, I pull on her left pigtail. "These are pretty, did your mom make those?" I ask her. I see Paul stiffen from the corner of my eye. Neveah shakes her head no.
"Paul did. My mom is dead," she says before some girl calls her name and she storms off with a giggle. I raise up again and look at Paul.
"Paul, I'm sorry… I didn't know," I say shakily. He shakes his head slightly.
"It's fine, Sarah. You couldn't know," he says as he walks to a group of people.
"I want to introduce you to some people." Pauls says, as we reach the group. They all turn to face me and I smile nervously at them.
I notice a woman with three scars running down her face and over her arm. I gasp softly, but I try not to stare. Everyone has scars, hers are just more visible. They don't take away her beauty though. She smiles at me.
"You must be Sarah, I'm Emily, this is Sam," she says as large Quileute guy lays an arm around her shoulders. I look up at him, and smile nervously. He looks really scary.
"Hi, Sarah. It's nice to meet you. I hope Paul isn't bothering you," he says with a chuckle. When he smiles, he looks ten years younger, and not as intimidating anymore.
"He is doing fine, for now," I reply with a smile of my own. Emily pulls me with her towards the table with food.
"I could do with some help," Paul looks after me, before turning back to Sam as he is speaking to him.
"What can I do?" I ask her, I sniff the air and recognize something.
"Are those cinnamon sugar cookies?" I ask her, causing her to laugh lightly, before nodding.
"Yes, you bake?" Emily asks me as she sets up some plastic plates and utensils.
"Yes, I love to bake, but I never seem to get those cookies right. My mom used to make them, and ever since she passed…" I was rambling on, but as I realize what I just said I quiet almost instantly. She reaches over and squeezes my hand, I look up at her and give her a sad smile. She reminds me of my mom. I think that is what possessed me to continue.
"Ever since she passed, I've been trying to remember the recipe. I keep missing one ingredient," I whisper.
"Well, whenever you want to bake, ask Paul or Jared to bring you over. I could use some girl-time," she says, we get everything ready while Sam is grilling up some burgers and hot dogs.
"Go on, go sit with Paul. I think he is getting anxious," she giggles. I look over at Paul and he is sitting on one of the logs, gazing at me intently. I walk over to him, and settle down on the log next to him.
"Hey," I say softly. He looks down at me and gives me a half-smile, it doesn't reach his eyes.
"Hey," he replies. Just as he is about to say something, Seth walks up to us.
"Hey, Sarah. You having a good time?" Seth asks me, I smile up at him. He is always so cheery.
"Hey, Seth. So far, so good," he then turns away and looks at Paul.
"Sam asks if you want to light the driftwoods," Paul nods and gets a lighter from his back pocket and walks to the pit where the white wood is piled on top of eachother.
Seth takes his place next to me. "You'll love it, Sarah, just watch."
I do as Seth says, and as soon as the wood catch fire, Paul takes a step back. Seth gets up, and Paul takes his place almost immediately. I keep watching the fire and I realize that it isn't yellow and orange. It's blue and lavender instead.
"Wow," I whisper.
"Beautiful, right?" Paul asks me, and I nod without looking at him. I hear him chuckle, I turn to face him and smile.
"I'll get us some food, okay?" I nod, as I keep looking at the sparks coming from the fire as Paul gets up and walks over to the grill. After a couple of minutes, he comes back and hands me a full plate. I thank him and take the plate from him, setting it down on my knees. As we eat, I get up the courage to ask about his mother. He swallows, but continues telling me. His mother died while giving birth to his little sister. He goes on, telling me how his dad married soon after. When he starts speaking of his stepmother, I can tell he doesn't like her. I drop the subject.
"Emily has some dessert, do you want some?" Paul asks me, as he takes the empty plate from my hands. I nod, and smile up at him. He makes his way to the table that holds the cookies and cake and grabs a plate full of bits and pieces from the different things. He comes back, and hands me the full plate. He sits back down, and I sigh as his warmth washes over me.
"You cold?" Paul asks me, and I nod. He sits down in front of the log, resting his back against it. He spreads his legs, and motions for me to get in between them. I would never have done this, but Paul has something over him. I trust him, even after just knowing him for a little while. I sit between his legs and rest the plate of sweets on my upper legs. I sigh, leaning against his chest. I have never realized how warm someone can be, it seems like he is running a fever. He wraps his arms loosely around my waist.
"Better?" he asks me, and I nod. Much better. We eat the cookies while we talk about silly things.
"So, you're starting school on Monday, right?" Paul asks me. I nod against his chest and look sideways, to meet his eyes.
"Is your aunt dropping you off?" I shake my head no, as I bite my cookie.
"No, Seth offered to pick me up," I swear I could hear him growl, but when I look up at him, I couldn't figure it out. His eyes are troubled, as if he wants to ask or say something, but knowing that it isn't a good idea.
"You okay?" I ask him softly, as I nudge his side with my elbow. He nods, before his eyes soften and they look back into mine. I smile at him, enjoying his warmth. It makes me drowsy.
I yawn softly, and I hear him chuckle. "Come on, I'll get you home."
I nod, and get up. He looks around, and I follow his gaze. His sister is laying on a blanket, near the fire. He smiles, before taking my hand in his and pulling me towards Emily.
"Hey, I am just dropping Sarah off. Keep an eye on Nev?" Paul asks her, and Emily nods. She looks back at me and smiles, she reaches out and I let go of Paul hands. We hug.
"It was nice meeting you, don't be a stranger."
"I won't, thanks Emily," I tell her, I turn around and notice Paul looking at me. He smiles at me, but turns away as someone calls his name.
"Paul… where have you been?" A tall girls asks him, she bats her eyelashes at him. He looks over at me, before he looks back down at the beautiful girl.
"Maybe you can come over tonight…" she says, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down. I could see it happen, but I am frozen in place. When their lips meet, I can see Paul's moving with hers. I gasp, running away from him and to Jared.
"Sarah…" Paul calls after me, but I ignore him.
"Take me home, now. Please?" I ask Jared as he looks at me strangely. I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks. He pecks Kim's lips quickly, before wrapping an arm around my shoulder securely and pulling me along to his truck.
"Sarah, I am sorry… please don't go?" Paul pleads with me. I just turn my face into Jared's neck and sob. I don't even know why I am crying like this. Maybe because I thought Paul and I had a connection. I was absolutely wrong of course.
"Just back off, Paul. You've done enough," I hear Jared say as he shakes a little. Jared opens his truck and helps me in, and before I know it, we are on our way back home.
The ride is quiet, besides my sobbing. When we reach the house, I go straight to my room and collapse on top of my bed. I hug the pillow to my face as I cry into it. I don't know how long I have been laying like this when I hear a long and loud howl, just before I drift off into a restless sleep.
Thanks for reading chapter three. As you saw, I split it up in both points of views, otherwise you guys had to wait too long before you knew what the howl was for. Hope you guys liked it, and don't forget to review…Thanks! Hugs and kisses!
