Disclaimer – This is Stephenie Meyer's universe. I'm just playing in her world for a long bit. Any names and characters not found in Stephenie Meyer's books are definitely mine or my wonderful beta and good friend Liljenrock's creations.

Ok, sorry I disappeared once more. Good news, I finished reading all 5 books that George Martin has published. So I'm free to live my imaginations and write once again.. at least until he releases book 6 and 7.

My thanks to all my dearest reviewers, for sticking with me despite all my 'distractions'. I'm back now. For good I think. My thanks also to Jen. She was online with me while I wrote most of this chapter and instead of needing to look something up, all I had to do was ask her and she checked. Made me feel like an important writer.. hehehe. Thanks Jen. I owe you big time.

So lots of you thought that vamp was Terrance Harper or someone from his vigilante group. Hhmm.. Tell me what you think when you've finished reading this chapter. I want to know what you think of my latest crazy idea.

The Colors of My Life

Chapter 4: Ballistic Berry Blue

Paul

I ran. I didn't care what was in my path. I headed in a straight direction to where Rachel was. I crashed through trees and shrubs, not caring as branches broke apart, when small trees fell, all from the way I crashed past them. Leon and Lil' G were trying their damnedest to stop me, they were in my head.

'Paul! Stop!' Someone yelled right into my brain.

'Wait man, please wait. Let's get Jake. Please. Please,' someone else was pleading but despite all that, they were working together to stop me, pouncing on me, tackling me down to the ground and trying to hold me down.

I would have killed them. Fuck! I wanted to kill them. They were trying to stop me. We crashed through a railway barrier and hurtled past a group of hikers who scrambled back in panic as three giant wolves raced past. The sound of breathing was in my head, blocking out everything. It was like the sound of panting. Heavy panting and a sharp keening blended together. I had to get to her, I had to get to her. She was scared. Of God, she was so scared. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hey Spirits! If you're really there, help her! She's so scared. She's in danger. Oh God. Oh Fuck.

One of them leapt on my back, and the force of it knocked me off my feet and both of us rolled, down a steep incline and crashed into a whole load of vegetation. I growled as I grabbed him, letting my teeth sink where ever they pleased, and with a toss of my head, I flung him. He crashed into a tree with a yelp, the base of it splintering and the tops of the tree falling down onto him. Then I turned to stare up at the other wolf, he stood at the top of the incline, a little more cautious than the one I had flung. He wanted to stop me. I could see his eyes, but yet he was scared. I could see that in his eyes too. But I didn't care about him. Rachel…I had to get to her. Oh God, she was scared. I tried to scramble up the incline but it was too steep and I rolled back down, scraping a gash down my side from the exposed roots of some tree. I shook myself and ran along the edge, trying to find foothold to get back to the top as I heard the wolf I had thrown stir behind me.

'Fuck you, Paul! That fucking hurt!'

'Paul, please. Wait for Jake. Please wait for Jake.' The other wolf was pleading inside my head.

I ignored them. Rachel. Rachel needs me. She's in danger. She's scared. That's all I cared about. That was the only thing I could focus on. I found foothold and I started scrambling up, sliding back several feet every now and then, either from the slippery climb or from the bastard behind me who was determined to pull me back down. I could taste the blood I'd drawn from him, the metallic taste of it almost bitter as he cursed at me. Why were they stopping me? Rachel is in trouble. Rachel is scared. Rachel needs me. The breathing and the keening sound was so loud in my head. There were other voices in there too but the breathing and the keening drowned everything else. Oh God, she's scared.

I finally reached the top of the incline and the second wolf stood in my way, lips pulled back to show his teeth, clearly a warning, but he was also scared. He was not quite ready to attack me. His ears went back as he licked his teeth and blinked once. 'Paul, Jake is on the way. I called him –'

I growled or did I snarl? I didn't give a fuck who was on the way. She's scared. She's scared and she needs me. That was all that mattered. The breathing and the keening was still there. I didn't care. Right there, right past the highway behind Lil' G, was that his name? Right behind him, was a highway, I knew, then past it was a housing development in the works, a huge bare construction site and beyond that, the complex where Rachel's building was. I had to get to her. The wolf behind me scrambled up, limping.

'You broke my foot, you bastard.'

The wolf in front of me looked away from me to the wolf behind me and I took the opportunity to run again. And then they were both on me, cursing. I was yelling, screaming, I don't know what I was doing and then suddenly one of them was under me, staring up at me in panic and there it was, the soft underside of his neck, the fur there a much lighter shade than the rest of him. It was just a matter of ripping out his throat to get to Rachel. But the other wolf caught me, snapping his jaws over my snout, holding my mouth shut. The pain shot through me, from where I'd bit my tongue and where his teeth broke skin to hold me away from his friend's neck. I wanted to kill them. I had to kill them. I have to get to Rachel. The breathing and the keening was inside my head. They were both saying something, yelling at me, talking, just talking non-stop. 'Shut up!' I wanted to plead with them to shut the fuck up. Rachel is in danger. Rachel is scared. Rachel needs me. I have to get to her and I tried to tear my way past them.

'Paul, stop!' It was a command, this voice cut through the other voices. I wanted to push it away. I had to get to Rachel. 'STOP! Freeze right now!'

There it was, the timber behind the voice. It was in my head but it was pure power and the strength in my legs gave out and I fell flat to the ground, trembling , shaking like a leaf in a rainstorm. The breathing and keening were louder than ever. Was that me? Oh God. That was me. I have to get to Rachel. She's in danger. She's scared. She needs me.

'She's alive. I swear to you, she's alive and unhurt. I'm on my way, Paul. I want you to stay put until I get there!'

'Jake!' It was Jake. He's the one stopping me. Why? Why? 'Jake! She's in danger. She's scared, man. She needs me. Let me go! Don't do this!'

'You're staying put till I get there. Damn Paul, she okay. I swear to you. We'll get her out. I swear.'

'I have to get to her! I have to get to her. She's in danger! She's scared! She needs me.'

'I'm almost there. Wait!'

'NO! Would you wait if it was your mate?'

'She's my sister. Wait!'

Rachel

I found myself crumpled on the floor with my back against the wall. I held on to the scissors as if they were a life saver but all these years with Paul and learning about the enemy he fights, I just knew what there is to know about Vampires. I knew that they're basically invincible until they come face to face with my husband or my brother or one of their pack brothers, I knew that they sparkle in the sunlight, I knew that their eyes turn red when they feed from humans, and a beautiful golden brown when they feed from animals. I knew that if one of the wolves got bitten by a vampire, the venom is fatal unless they could be injected with the antidote which is the blood of one of my nephews. I knew that vampire venom would change me into a vampire in a painful three day process. And mostly, I knew that no matter how I fought or what I did, there was no way for me to fight this person, this red eyed vampire.

He watched me dispassionately from across the room and the fear made me shake. I glanced up at my desk and that picture of Paul and the boys just served to remind me just what it is that I have to fight for. But the tears came unbidden and I couldn't fight it. A sign of weakness, I knew that but I was scared, so very scared.

"Please, please don't do anything to me," I sobbed.

For some reason, my mind jumped to that day almost twenty-five years ago. I remember it was a rainy day and I was hunched over my homework at the kitchen table. My mother had repeated to me over and over again. "Rachel, please. Once the timer goes off, please, please remember to take the roast out of the oven." I had nodded absentmindedly as my mother placed the timer on the table in front of me and had left to pick my dad up. His boat had just come in after being at sea for weeks. But instead of my mom and dad, it had been Aunt Connie who had let herself in as I was setting the table. She rooted out Rebecca from the bedroom and Jake from in front of the TV and as gently as she could, she told us that life as we knew it was over. My mom was dead and my dad was fighting for his life. The life that we had attempted to pick up and live days after my mother's funeral was the flip side of everything I knew and loved. With her no longer around to be the glue that held my family together, we had just spiraled apart. But things were different now. I've been fighting so hard to keep what was left of us together. I can't let this happen again. My boys, they need me. My mother's last words to me were to take the roast out of the oven. I didn't want my last words to Keegan to be 'Be a good boy in school today'.

He shifted a little restlessly and my eyes flew to him again. "Please."

"You know what I am." It was a statement, not a question and I nodded through my tears.

"Please. I have children. They need me. Please. My little one, he's only three months old. He's a baby. My older boy, Keegan, he's four and he's learning so much and he's so smart," my voice broke on a sob. "My mother, she died when I was young. My family fell apart after that. My sister, my twin. She's in jail. If my mother hadn't died, things would have been different. Please. My little boys, they need a mother. They need me. I don't want them to end up in jail. Please, let me go."

"Rachel Winters. Wife to Paul Winters of Shipo Industries. He is in partnership with Jacob Black, your brother and Embry Call. Interestingly, they are both married to Cullens."

His words confused me. This was common knowledge. Why was he telling me this? "Please. Don't kill me."

He walked up to me then and I shrank back, holding the scissors out in front of me, but knowing all the same that it wouldn't make any difference with a vampire. "I could turn you, Rachel Winters. We don't necessarily kill all our prey." He knelt in front of me and held my eyes.

"No! Oh no! No please. Paul, Paul, he would—please don't."

"Would your husband leave you if you were turned?"

"No, never. But–but," I knew that no vampires outside the Cullen circle knew who the wolves were. Oh, they knew about the pack, but I doubted if they knew who amongst the citizens of Washington had the power to phase at will.

"Would the wolf still love a vampire? He might, you know. Your brother loves a half-vampire."

I gasped. He knew. I stared up at him, shocked, then I shook my head. "Please don't do this."

He reached out to touch my hair. "This hair will never turn grey. Your skin will never line. You will remain beautiful and young for all eternity."

With my hair wound around his finger, I didn't dare to pull away. "Please. No. Paul would never leave me. But he would be so conflicted. Please. I can't do that to him."

He released my hair and stood up. "I find it interesting, that not once have you begged for yourself but only for your children and husband. Why is that?"

"They are my life."

He stared at me for a long moment, scaring me again. Was he trying to decide if he was going to kill me or turn me? I just wanted him to let me go. "I don't have much time," he murmured softly. I had to strain to hear his words. "Please understand, it was either you or the little chef but I didn't think she would have brought Jacob Black to Seattle to hear me out."

"Why do you want my brother?" This was getting stranger and stranger.

"Your brother is a means to an end," he said as he leaned down and grasped me by my elbow to raise me to my feet. I stabbed at his arm hard, using all my strength as I brought the scissors down. But it hit his cold skin and slid, making a screeching sound like a nail on a blackboard before snagging on his sleeve. He shook the scissors free but my action did not anger him as I had feared. "If your brother comes and does what I need him to do, I will let you go. I promise you this."

"Why do you want my brother? Please. He's has children. You can't do anything to him," I turned when I heard a sound coming from a bundle he had left by the door.

"I need to reach the Cullens. I'm sorry Rachel Winters but I could find no other way to reach them. I could have tried to reach your brother directly, but it is very difficult for a vampire to step into Forks or La Push these days. You were the only option I had."

"I don't understand," I stammered as I toddled along beside him as he led me to his bundle of blankets. The blankets were moving and I heard a soft cry, almost like a kitten – or a baby. He peeled back the blankets and there it was, a baby with the bluest eyes I've ever seen. The baby stared up at us for a second before it screwed its little face up to let out this mewling cry. Despite the strangeness of the situation, I couldn't help but notice how the baby had all its teeth and yet, it was small, perhaps about Logan's size. But that cry, I knew that cry. I recognized that cry as only a mother could. The baby was hungry. My hands automatically reached for the baby, but the vampire pushed my hands away.

"No! He is venomous!"

Paul

I supposed it was on Jake's order, but Tokala was there. I watched as Lil' G and Leon phased and slipped into the clothes Tokala threw to them when he arrived in his Jeep. Like me, they had ripped out of their clothes in their mad rush to stop me. Tokala came and crouched by me, I was still angry, I wanted to hurt someone and I looked at him sideways with my teeth bared. He sighed.

"Come on, Paul. Phase back. Let's get you guys to Rachel's lab. She's okay man. Jake said to tell you that. And Seth needs to take a look at Leon. You've done quiet a job on him." He looked me over critically. "I think you'd benefit from some doctoring too."

When he said that, I could suddenly feel all the aches and the sogginess of my fur where the blood had soaked in. What had I done to Leon? I turned to look at him and he grimaced as he tried to slip his broken arm into his shirt. The bone was already beginning to heal badly and I knew that Seth would have to break it again in order to reset it, the rest of him was bloody and bruised. He caught me looking and he shook his head.

"Geez man, now I know why they used to call you the berserker. I've never seen this side of you before. You must've been a real scary motherfucker in your prime, huh?"

I turned away and rested my head on the ground once more. They both would have been dead if I was still the old Paul. I knew it was Jake's order which I had trouble fighting that had me glued to the ground right now but suddenly, I just felt disgusted with myself, I'd almost killed my brothers. I could still feel Rachel. She's alive, that much I knew, I could still feel her. But that blind fear that had consumed her was gone and that could mean the situation had calmed somewhat for her. But I still needed to get to her before the situation changes once more.

Tokala went on talking. "Jake, Embry, Seth, Dennis and Collin are out at Rachel's lab already. Scar, Scott and Luka are also there. Jake wanted me to come and get you. He wants to go in and he thinks you need to come with him."

I phased. I needed to go see Rachel and right now it looked like cooperating with them would help me get to her sooner than fighting my way through. I could feel all the cuts on my flanks and shoulders. My face was torn up pretty badly and just touching it made me wince. I pulled on the clothes that Tokala passed to me almost mechanically. I was no longer listening to much of what Tokala was saying, but I heard words like 'guards out cold, security camera's reangled, Jake and FBI.'

"If the FBI caught wind of any sort of breach, even if its one of us, all the evidence stored in there is considered tainted. Every deadbeat criminal they'd put away walks free. I guess Jake was thinking far ahead," Leon gave his input.

I sighed. It was Jake who managed to think far ahead. Not me. I should have been the one thinking of Rachel's passions before I reacted like the mad fool I was. I knew how important the lab was to her, how important the cases were to her. I should have been the one to come up with a plan before reacting. If Jake hadn't taken charge, god knows what a mess I would have made for Rachel and also for the pack secret.

When we got to the lab, Tokala drove straight to the end of the lot where Seth's Range Rover was parked. Seth had the trunk open and he was sitting in the back with his feet hanging out and his phone glued to his ear. He stayed silent as he let his eyes run over Leon and me. Leon was worst off than me and I could see it in Seth's eyes when he came to the same conclusion but before he could say anything, Leon spoke up.

"Do Paul first, man. Let him get to Rachel ASAP. She shouldn't see him looking like this."

Guilt filled me. Leon tore my face protecting Lil' G from me. And yet here they were standing up for me even after the way I had almost killed them both. Jake still had me under his control, I knew. That's why I was still in this numb state. I sat when Seth pushed me to the open trunk of his car and I let him spray some stuff that burnt to clean up the cuts before he held a thick piece of gauze to my face, I could feel the flesh knitting and reconnecting itself. We healed fast, but it would still take a couple of hours before I looked normal again. He did the same thing to my shoulders and the backs of my legs, but he had to staple the gash I had on my side, I guess that came from the fall down that incline. And then he let me go. I walked off with Tokala as an escort to where I knew Jake would be.

Jake was standing by the front door, talking softly with Dennis and Embry when I walked up. He looked me over as he let Dennis finish whatever he was saying and nodded. Then Dennis walked off towards where I knew the security rooms were. Dennis had his own security firm, it was more of an IT company that actually gets paid to hack into the systems of big organizations. If Dennis is able to break into your system, then it's all the more reason why you should forget your own existing security company and sign up with his company. Trust Jake to really think so far ahead and get everything settled, all within the timeframe of one hour.

"Walk with me," Jake said curtly and Tokala understood and stood back with Embry. I fell into pace with Jake's long legged strides. "Dennis is connected with the camera right in Rachel's office. She's okay. She's sitting on the couch and I swear, she's fine. She's in there with a vamp and he keeps disappearing out of camera range so I don't know what he's threatened her with to keep her sitting still."

"Just one Vamp?" I just breathed deep. This was so hard. All I wanted to do was to run in there and grab her and keep her plastered to me for the rest of our lives.

"Yup, just the one. The guards are all unconscious. Seth says it seems like some sleeping drug and they should wake pretty soon. Dennis is rigging something up with the security cameras so what happens from the time we go in will not be recorded. But Paul, Rachel will not be able to explain any damages to the premises. I need you to be in complete control no matter what it is you see in there. This is not just about Rachel, but her cases are important. We should all walk away from this like it was a typical Friday night and no one should have cause to think otherwise. The guards would probably wake up and hold their tongues thinking they'd passed out drunk. That's the way we're going to play this, and I really need to know you're not going to fall apart."

I swallowed with difficulty. My tongue felt so swollen and my heart was still palpitating. The gratitude was there but on top of all that, the need to rush to Rachel was still trying to overwhelm me. "I–Let's go. I'll be in control," I rasped in a hoarse voice.

He nodded and then it was just the two of us letting ourselves in. Jake handed me a pass lifted from one of the guards and I knew what to do, where to slot what, to make our way past all those doors. I'd made this walk a million times to see Rachel at work. But Dennis must be doing something because the door opened without one of us having to scan our fingerprints. Finally, we were on the second floor, right outside the glass doors that leads to Rachel's suite of offices. They were standing just beyond the glass waiting. I felt my hackles raise even though I was in my human form and I had to forcefully control the urge to phase. He had his hand on her, on her elbow as he kept her anchored to his side and Rachel, my little fighter, surprisingly she stood still beside him. Was it because of fear? She looked determined and I felt a surge of pride. She was so brave.

"Jake, Paul, listen. Don't freak out okay!" Rachel burst out and I wanted to chide her. Be silent, Rachel! Don't make the vamp angry. Not when he's got his fucking hands on you.

He smiled gently down at her before he turned to Jake. "Jacob Black. I'm sorry to meet you in such a circumstance but I regret to say, I had no other choice. The timing was such that I had to take the actions that I have."

Jake said nothing, but he stared back at the vamp with his cold stare. He was thinking. I knew him well enough to know that. Sometimes when he stares at someone like that, they just tell him everything they knew without him having to ask. I couldn't stand still so I paced up and down in front of the door, never taking my eyes off the bloodsucker.

Rachel ignored me, that pissed me off too. "Jake, this is Dale. He needs the Cullens. You need to call them to come down right away. Like now, this instant. That's all he wants. To get to the Cullens, and I left my phone in my car, otherwise I would have called them for him myself. Call Carlisle. Please Jake."

"Why?"

I turned to stare at Jake incredulously. Why can't he just make the fucking call? How fucking difficult was that? All the Cullens versus this one vamp would be a piece of cake. Just let Emmett handle him, he'll make minced meat out of him in seconds. Why does he care why?

Rachel stamped her foot. "Don't ask why. He'll explain to Carlisle. Just make the call!"

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you or—"

"Jacob! I said I am fine. Call Carlisle, or better yet, give me your phone!"

The vampire chuckled. "Is this how you always are, Rachel Winters?"

She turned to glare at the vamp before turning back to Jake but he was already on his phone and she relaxed slightly. I was a little puzzled. As brave as she was acting, she was really making it a point to not look at me. But it didn't matter. I was going to kill that vamp.

"Hey leech, you don't know whose woman you've messed with. I'm going to rip you apart and stick you back together and fucking kill you all over again," I promised.

"Winters! You'll do nothing of that sort!" Rachel snapped, surprising me, then she softened. "Oh baby, please. Please don't over react. This is a hostage situation. We need to overcome this in a calm and civilized manner."

"Fuck being calm and civilized. I'm coming for you, leech."

The vamp's eyes turned cold. "I want to talk to the Cullens in exchange for releasing your woman back to you, wolf. I won't bite her, but try anything before they get here and I'll snap her pretty little neck in seconds," and he started dragging her back towards her office.

"Wait! Wait!" Rachel cried out and it was only Jake's hand on my shoulder that was stopping me from ripping the doors off and getting to her. The vamp stopped with a loud sigh and Rachel turned to Jake and me. "I left my breast pump and the bottles in the car. I need one of you to get them for me."

"You want your pump now?" I asked flabbergasted.

"Yes, I want my pump now," she said, before she let the vamp march her back into her room and shut the door. "Now, Paul!" She yelled. "I want it now!"

We got Rachel her damn pump and the bastard leech had us push the bag through the door and back off to the elevators before he grabbed it for Rachel. We waited outside those cursed glass doors. I paced up and down, up and down as Jake lounged on Rachel's secretary's chair. "What's taking them so long?" I bitched as I used both hands to push my hair away from my face, holding my hands on my head, hoping the pounding in there would somehow diminish.

"They're coming all the way from Minnesota. It takes time."

"We don't have time. He could do anything to her while we cool our heels out here. Let's charge in Jake, together and –"

"And he could do anything to her before we can even reach her. Let's wait for the Cullens, Paul. Let's see what he wants with them. He's in no hurry to hurt Rachel."

"Only until he gets hungry. Fuck Jake, how can you be so calm like this?"

"One of us has to. You're clearly loosing control so being calm falls to me," he said as he rooted through one of the secretary's drawers.

"Ness is a Cullen–was a Cullen. So is Petra. Can't we get one of them? He didn't say which Cullen he wanted. Let's –"

"They're both on the way. I already had that idea. Let's see who gets here first."

Rachel

"Dale?" I called out and he turned swiftly. Watching him with the baby was worrying me. He obviously had no experience with babies but he was determined to handle this baby all by himself, but the baby was hungry and I could tell. I've woken up many, many times to this same cry with my own boys, and I've always been there to give them sustenance. I didn't have an 'on off' switch built in so this maternal instincts would go away. "Here you go. Try giving this to him."

"It's your – it's your," he stammered.

"It's my milk. Yes. Freshly pumped. Let's try, please. He's hungry."

"What if he doesn't drink milk? I don't know anything about half-breed babies," he said, despair evident in his voice.

"I think the Cullen's use the term 'hybrid' not half-breed. If he doesn't take the milk, I have enough medical equipment in here to spare him a pint of my blood," I could sound professional when I wanted to.

He stared at me for a long moment. "You would do that?"

"For a baby, yes."

He nodded. "Rachel. Leave. Please, go. Your husband and your brother are outside. Go to them. This was a mistake. I only wanted the Cullens. I wanted to give him to them to raise right. I never meant any harm in taking you. I didn't know any other way to find the Cullens."

"Well, you could have stopped me in the streets and asked for their phone number and I would have given it to you. But that's a discussion for another day. Give him the milk. Go on?" I watched and instructed Dale on the right way to support the baby and he gingerly placed the bottle in the baby's mouth. He took to it instantly, sucking strongly.

"Oh!" Dale cried out in awe. "He was really hungry. He's liking the milk. I–I was worried that—that he would seek blood." Something about the expression on his face made me feel sad.

"You know, I wasn't there when Nessie was a baby. Paul was awfully protective of me. I really don't know what her diet was, but at least this is something, huh?" I smiled.

"This is the first feed–first milk that he's ever had. You are a true mother, Rachel," he fell silent as he watched the baby drink. "Rachel," he urged. "Go, please go. I'm very sorry I did this. It was a mistake."

I shook my head. "I'll wait. The Cullens should get here soon and knowing my brother, I won't be surprised if Nessie was on her way too. If I left now, there's a pack out there that might rip you apart and the safest thing for you right now is the Cullens around you. I'm staying."

"I'll take my chances. You have two babies of your own waiting for you. I have imposed on you too much."

"I'm staying, Dale. My nanny, she'll have everything under control and my boys are probably sound asleep right now. I'll wait for the Cullens. You need me right now, okay?"

"Okay," he smiled. "Are you always so opinionated?"

"Yes!" I giggled. "My husband thinks so." I watched him quietly after that as he held the baby in his arms. I pumped once more during the wait for the Cullens and once more Dale was so filled with gratitude, it was almost hard to watch. "You must have loved his mother very much," I said softly.

He nodded. "She never knew me until this morning though. She was my granddaughter. When I was turned, I stayed away from my family. But I watched over them in secret. I've been to Forks, you know. I was one of the witnesses for the Volturi when they came to pass judgment on – Renesmee, your brother's wife. That's how I know that the Cullens would know how to take care of him. I – I need to give him to them. I'd be useless raising him to be good. My own family, it was so broken. I deserted my family when I was turned and my son, well," Dale shrugged his shoulders before he fell silent for a while, lost in his thoughts. "She was his youngest, and the only one to survive the longest. She used to busk downtown, playing her guitar for loose change and she did crack. But I never dared to approach her, never. I should have. I just looked in on her whenever I was in town. I wander around, there's another clan here in Seattle, I do odd jobs for them. But if Jeremiah knew, he would have killed this baby. Keeping the secret is very important to him. The Cullens are my only option."

"She–she died giving birth to him?" I heard how Bella had to be changed when Nessie was born, so I could only surmise this girl would have died.

"Yes. I got back too late. If I hadn't come to look in on her when I did…" He shuddered in anguish and a part of me was tempted to reach out to touch him.

"Rachel! Rachel, answer me!" I heard Paul yell. He had been doing that periodically.

"Winters! I'm fine. Keep it down. Please!" I hissed back, into the intercom on my desk. My walls were really thick and soundproof but the fact that I could hear Paul was proof that me must be yelling like the madman he is.

"Hey leech! I'm going to take my time killing you."

I sighed. He's been giving threats non-stop too. "Your threats are getting really old, Winters. If you can't hold your tongue, then please go down and wait. I don't want to listen to your bitching."

I was a little worried hearing Paul's sharp indrawn breath and Jake's snort. There are times, once in a great while, when Paul doesn't react to my comments in his usual manner. There are times, once in a great while, when my words turn him into the big bad wolf. I do believe this could be one of those times. But he fell silent and I decided to focus on that. Oh God, I wish the Cullens were here already. I really needed to get to Paul.

A/N : Didn't expect that did you.. Tell me what you think of the chapter, of Paul's reaction or the whole angle I've taken this. What did you think?

Also, I think I'm gonna write one more chapter on Paul/ Rachel. Then kinda pause this story and write a short 3 or 4 chapter story on one of the Cullens before coming back to Paul and Rachel. I hope you guys give it a read.