Chapter 4 - Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am
A couple of hours later, Claire and Cassie were in the spare room, Claire was helping Cassie unpack and hang up her close in the closet as Paul continued to sleep. Claire giggled, "I can't believe Paul hasn't woke up yet." Cassie laughed, "I can't believe you let Quil leave looking like his puppy got ran over. Did you see the face?" Claire scoffed, "He needs to learn how to talk to me...I'm not a toddler anymore. Plus I'm his fiancée. Don't get me wrong I love him otherwise I wouldn't be marrying him. But I don't go around saying mean or rude things like that to him, and I won't take it from him." Cassie giggled harder, "I don't blame you."
A deep voice from under the blanket grumbled, "Do girls ever shut up?" Claire placed her foot against Paul's leg and shoved him, "Don't even go there snore monster. Let's remember one thing you're in mine and Cassie's room. Not the other way around mister!" Paul yawned loudly, "Claire you're losing your mind, we don't know anyone named Cassie." Claire scowled at the lump under the blanket, "Which shows you missed too much with your little napping session today." The lump started moving around as the two pillows were pushed off his head and he threw the blanket off his huge body. Cassie noticed he had on black cargo shorts barefoot and no shirt on either. And she basically had to teach herself how to breathe again when he sat up.
Paul and Cassie's eyes locked and suddenly Cassie felt like her world was spinning off its axels. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared into his dark brown nearly blackened eyes. Paul couldn't stop looking at the strangers blue eyes. They were the most peculiar color of blue. Like a deep blue ocean maybe.
Claire couldn't help giggling. She knew that familiar look. The bedroom door opened, and with that a brief gust of air, which carried a familiar scent towards the bed where Paul was sitting. The smell hit his nose and as he shot up off the bed he growled deeply. Claire's shot open as she jumped in front of Cassie with her arms out, "No Paul." Paul's eye shot to the figure standing in the door way, Emily was taken aback by the growl that came from Paul as she held up her hands, "SAM! Paul calm down...SAM!"
Not two seconds later, Sam appeared in the doorway and could see Paul crouching down with his nose twitching as he stared at Cassie. Sam's eyes shot open, "Paul why don't you come outside with me...We need to talk about what you missed...Emily while were outside how about you show Cassie where the bathroom is so she can shower and get that pesky vampire smell off her." Emily's eyes darted around, "Sure...Cassie honey why don't you come with me...We'll get you a shower started and do some of your laundry."
Cassie watched wide eyed as Sam grabbed Paul by the arm and slowly pulled him out of the bedroom...Wow...She never noticed how big Paul's biceps were. His abs and chest were amazing. Cassie looked from Claire to Emily, "Why do Vampire's have to have smells at all?" Emily chuckled, "Don't worry, it will diminish after a while...Give me your clothes I'll wash them with the boys shorts a couple of times and have Sam smell them. You can shower all you want but it won't go away for a couple of days. Just bare with the foul looks on the guys faces."
Cassie frowned, "I'm sorry I'm such a bother." Emily shook her head, "You're not a bother sweetie...Once Sam explains things to Paul everything will be okay." Claire giggled, "I don't think so." Emily showed Cassie to the bathroom for a shower or bath which ever she wanted once Cassie was settled into the bathtub in warm water, Emily went back to the guest room and planted her hands on her hips, "Okay Claire what's going on?" Claire giggled harder, "I'm almost certain Paul just imprinted on Cassie." Emily's eyes snapped open, "WHAT? Wait what happened?" Claire sighed dreamily, "Paul woke up grumbling at us for talking and being girlie, and the minute he sat up his eyes connected with Cassie's and wham, bam, thank you ma'am!"
Paul growled, "What the FUCK is that girl doing in the God damn house Sam? She stinks like fuckin leeches." Sam held out his hands, "Calm down Paul...Look she needs our help, have we never said no to anyone who needed our help?" Paul growled, "No...But I'm beginning to think we need to start making people go through an application process...What the fuck happened while I was sleeping...and Why does she stink?" Sam chuckled as he watched Paul pace around outside of the house like a caged animal, "Look...I know you're not going to want to hear this but you need to just listen to everything before you react."
Paul breathed deeply trying to keep the tingling sensation from shooting down his spine. He didn't want to phase while trying to listen to Sam at the same time, "Okay explain please." Sam smirked, "Well...She's sort of a Cullen...Her parents were murdered and I guess the Cullen's were lifelong friends of her parents so they adopted her rather than letting her get lost in the foster care system in Canada. Which as you know is 100 times worse the than foster care system here in the states." Sam watched as Paul nodded solemnly as he continued, "Anyways, apparently she got mixed up with a guy named Neil, and come to find out he'd been brutalizing her, but he is also from a Canadian wolf pack. He tried killing the Cullen's, but you know they aren't the easiest to kill...They sent her to us and asked that we protect her until they can relocate somewhere, where he can't find them or her."
Paul started pacing again as his breathing became erratic, he ran his fingers through his thick jet black hair, "Sam I can't believe I'm about to say this...But...I imprinted on her."