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Chapter 8

Sadie

's POV

Snuggling back deeper into the warmth radiating from the silver wolf that lay protectively shielding her, she sighed softly in contentment. He licked her face and she sighed again, patting the large paw. Both happy just to be together they lay silently on the forest floor, nestled against the trunk of a tree.

Their quiet is interrupted by laughing. It's starting to annoy her but her wolf stays quiet, unusual for him. She starts to stir trying to sit up but the wolf won't let her, nudging her to lay back. She wants too but the louder the laughter gets the more irritable she is so she struggles to break free, arms flaying erratically until…

Sliding off the chair and meeting the ground my eyes blow wide open and I look around the room with sleep induced confusion, ugh, what the hell? shit, what?

Gingerly standing I perch on the edge of the chair, yawning and rubbing the spot on my hip that I banged when I fell, looking at my dad and then the clock, I've been asleep for a little over two hours.

Stretching, I stand and walk over to the window, opening it the few inches it will allow, watching two band tailed pigeon's fight in the sky, wings flapping furiously at each other before they settle their dispute and fly back into the forest.

The forests of the Pacific Northwest contain more evergreen than any other US state with over twenty five different native tree species, I could name them all, describe them all.

I longed to be outside, even for just a few minutes, running as fast as I could, dodging branches, jumping over water streams, climbing the huge firs.

'

The next time you get to run it will mean that dad has died'

Hitting me like a baseball to the face, the thought makes me stumble back and I put my face in my hands moaning quietly for a moment.

Inhaling a deep yoga type breath I turn and go to the hospital bed sinking down on the mattress, tenderly holding my dad

's hands in my own. "I love you", I whisper bringing his hands to my face and kissing his palm.

Once I feel more calmer I move from the awkward angle on the bed and after shifting the chair somewhat closer sit back down.

I try to think what woke me in the first place, I remember being annoyed by laughter. A nurse outside on the ward? one of the doctors? visitors?

Images of tree's and birds singing in the forest flick through my mind and with more digging I remember the dream, watching leaves flutter in the wind, huddled against the big silver wolf. I'd felt such peace, at ease with the world.

'You've had dreams of that wolf for the last four days, must have been reading those Quileute legends, dad always said you had an over active imagination' I tell myself with a shrug.

Reaching over to grab the bag leant against the other chair I lift out my sketch pad and selecting a silver pen from the assemble start to draw the wolf, first on his own and then with me next to him.

Caught in my daydreams, the mystery 'hot' guy from the bumping into/food everywhere episode, pops in my mind. Probably never gonna see him again though, I sigh, not liking the flood of disappointment that rushes through me, twisting in my gut.

Billy's POV

Wheeling himself to the worktop to switch the kettle on Billy spoons coffee in his favourite mug and waits for his due-any-moment guest to arrive. If, when the Cullen's had first arrived back in Forks those years ago you had told him that not only would they one day be his extended family but that he'd willingly invite them on tribal land, null and voiding the treaty, he'd of laughed in your face and then laughed some more.

A calm, thoughtful logical thinker willing to see others points of view, for once he'd been lost for words when Jacob imprinted on Renesme. How could it happen? How could this child, a half vampire be what his son needed?.

The imprint bond was like no other bond and over the years he witnessed how imprinting, depending on the situation could be either a blessing or a curse or even both and everyone had an opinion on it and what it really meant.

Truth be known he just didn't understand imprinting. Once you imprint all other commitments in your life become secondary even your commitment to your pack. How does that benefit the pack? if an imprint rules his or her wolf?

He did however like the imprints. With sixteen of them, well seventeen now, he supposed, remembering Sadie, fifteen of them female it could have been a recipe for disaster but they all made an effort to get along and any quarrels were settled quickly and he had to admit they took good care of him always willing to help.

The kettle boils the same time there's a knock on the door. He pours the water whilst speaking "Come on in old man" he chuckles quietly, having no need to shout.

Over the years he has formed a friendship with the vampire doctor. A mutual love of history and the exchanging of many tales over time, he has much respect for him. Carlisle lets himself in carrying two large pans of lasagne and places them on the table.

"

From Esme. Shall I pop them in the freezer?" he greets Billy with a smile

"Yes please, I will make sure to thank her later. I thought I was getting low, trust her to know"

Between the imprints and Esme, when she was back in Forks, he hadn't had to cook his own meals for a few years now. After a diabetic health check-up scare they had taken it upon themselves to ensure the meals he had were healthier alternatives and kept him endlessly supplied.

"All set for tonight? the girls have prepared everything and I know their excited to see Alice"

Golden eyes twinkling in amusement Carlisle picks up Billy's coffee mug so he

doesn't have to wheel and carry it and places it on the kitchen table before sitting himself down.

"Yes, everything as planned. Edward has gone to meet them and I believe Jake and Seth were going along as well"

To celebrate Esme's one hundredth and fourteenth birthday, the imprints, who were rather fond of her were throwing her a surprise birthday party. Alice, Jasper, Rose and Emmett were running back from Alaska where they were currently living to surprise her further.

Sipping his coffee, he asks about Sadie and they chit chat for a while before he

realises that time is slipping by and reluctantly he's going to have to get to the reason for asking his friend to stop by. Carlisle notices his hesitation and eyes him speculatively.

"I wanted to speak to you about Rachel"

Surprised for a brief moment, he nods for him to continue. Billy squirms in his chair looking conflicted, trying to form the words to articulate himself.

"Rachel has been giving Paul and the imprints a hard time about Sadie. She shouted at me and Jake about it, saying it's wrong and she's the one who is meant for him. She's looking for a way to break the imprint"

Shaking his head, his eyes widen with concern as he continues

"There isn't a way of course, but Rachel, well Rachel has always been a jealous

girl, wanting everything her way. She can be stubborn to the point of recklessness"

Carlisle sits up straighter gesturing for him to carry on.

"People here, they think I never noticed how manipulative or self obsessed she can be. They think I don't know my own daughter" shrugging, he strokes at his chin.

"I knew. I know. I should have been harder on her as a child I know but when Sarah died, I was hanging on by a thread back then, had Jake and Becca to consider as well"

Lost in his own world of memories for a moment he reels himself back in trying not to falter, shifting again he makes himself comfortable.

"I've tried reasoning with her, tried to get her to see sense but she firmly believes that she's right and we're wrong. She believes that Paul is meant for her, that he wants her. Her behaviour concerns me. I wanted your medical opinion"

Mind whirling with possible conditions, Carlisle stands and re-fills Billy's coffee before sitting back down.

"Umm. Well, jealously and envy are neither subtle or kind to one's mindset. It's a complex mixing of many different feelings and emotions and usually arises from fear of abandonment or perceiving someone or something as a threat"

Billy sips his coffee as Carlisle pauses briefly.

"Are there any other behavioural differences you have observed?"

"She's twitchy. Doesn't stay still. It's as if…It's as if she believes she's more important than anyone else, she believes she's more important to the pack and tribe than the imprints because I'm chief and Jake is alpha"

The futility of it exasperates him, "I don't know old friend, maybe I'm making more out of this than there is" he stutters off.

"If it's bad enough that your ever so reluctantly asking me about it then it's important enough to be discussed" Carlisle encouraged, "Will she be at the party tonight?"

"She said she would. When she left this morning she was heading out to meet friends but she said she'd be back early evening"

"Edward will be here then and we can find out what's going on in her mind. He does have his uses" he smirks "It could be that she's just letting her jealously cloud her mind, let's see what Edward can tell us"

Slumping his shoulders in defeat, Billy nods in agreement and spinning his chair over to the sideboard picks up a small box and some wrapping paper and places it on the table. Opening it up to reveal a silver necklace with a wolf figurine he looks up at Carlisle. "For Esme. Perhaps you could help me wrap it before you go back to the hospital?, you've seen evidence of my bad wrapping skills" he chuckles lightening the sombre mood.

Paul's POV

(now early evening)

Swivelling the shower dial on, I step under the jets letting the water stream over me. Why the hell was I going to a vampires surprise birthday party? surely after the first hundred it got a bit boring anyway huh?

If it wasn't for wanting to speak to Jasper about a training technique I'd devised then I wouldn't be going at all, knowing the likelihood of Rachel being there was high.

The last few days it seemed everywhere on the Res I went, Rachel had shown up declaring her undying love. Silly bitch had tried talking crap about Sadie but I'd soon cut her off. Luckily for her, Embry and Quil had been there, cos I'd soon started shaking as bad as I used to, back in the days before I had a handle on my temper. How fucking dare she talk about my Sadie like that, fuck, bitch!

So the plan was to wish Esmevamp a happy birthday, speak to Jasper, grab some food and then run to Forks, to the hospital, to Sadie.

Maybe I'd see her from the window, at least I'd be able to scent her, she smelt so good, so god damn good, mouth watering, I can't wait to taste her.

Feeling myself get hard, I squeeze some shower gel on my palm and wrap my hand around my length, stroking and tugging. Widening my legs slightly I rest my head against the tiles, gripping harder. I brush over my tip with my thumb making my body shake ,"fuck".

Thrusting my hips, I move my hand faster, twisting. I reach down with my other hand, cupping my balls, pulling and tugging them gently. Picturing Sadie, I groan and press down on the slit, making my knee's buckle, "Christ" I hiss furiously, working my dick harder and faster.

I imagine her in the shower with me, licking every part of her beautiful skin, pounding into her over and over again, I moan, god I can't wait to hear her screaming out my name, fuck I wanna come so bad.

Grunting, I grip tighter thrusting my hips erratically "oh yea". Breathing hard and heavy, I twist on every down stroke, "fuck yea" I growl softly, imagining her mouth on my dick sucking me, "Jesus, oh yea, oh yea". With a few more hard tugs I come, groaning, streams of cum shooting onto the tiles and then being washed away by the water.

Breathing heavily I close my eyes, again resting my head on the tiles. Shit, I've jacked off more in the last four days, than I ever have, even before I lost the V card and that had been a lot.

Grinning at the memories, I wash quickly and grab a towel, drying as I walk out the bathroom to get changed. The quicker I get this party outta the way, the sooner I can go see my girl.

Rachel's POV

Getting angrier with each passing second Rachel floored the accelerator and overtook the car in front which was driving too slow for her liking. Giving the

elderly driver the finger when they honked the horn for the dangerous manoeuvre she snapped the radio off and opened the window halfway.

Shit, what the hell was wrong with these people, didn't they know she had important places to be. Stupid old woman, shouldn't be allowed on the road at her age anyway.

Tonight was the party night and she had been shopping in Port Angeles all day, eventually finding a silver dress that was suitable. She'd heard that Paul's wolf was silver and knew he'd be pleased she had chosen to reflect that. Smiling widely she lists off the things she has to do.

Get home, have a nice soak in the bath, shave, moisturise, style my hair, do my make-up, fix my dress. Her mind wanders off too eye-shadows and lipsticks, she wriggles excitedly in her seat.

She thinks about how good she will look standing next to Paul, they make such a striking couple. She's fortunate to have such a handsome partner.

Switching the radio back on again she hums along, tapping her fingers on the wheel. She's hoping that tonight will be the night Paul takes her back to his home, they haven't spent the night together in such a long time.

She knows he has been doing up his house for her whilst she's been gone, getting it all nice for when she moves in, getting it ready for when they eventually marry and start a family of their own.

Jeez, their kids were gonna look so cute. She can picture them in her mind. A little boy first, who Paul would teach how to ride a bike and play soccer with, and a little girl, her carbon copy, who she could dress in pretty dresses like Renesme wore. Oh, perhaps Alice and Rose would like to go shopping with her, Alice must know all the good places. She must talk to her about it later.

Moving her shoulders up and down, she rolls her head. All this driving was making her tired, that hot bath was exactly what she needed.

Slowing down as she approached the lights turning up Forks main street, she glimpses the sign indicating Forks Hospital is 2 miles up.

The hospital. The hospital where that girl was. The girl that was trying to take her Paul away from her, trying to make them believe he'd imprinted on her.

Rage building, bitterness swirling like stomach acid, she starts to feel hot and rubs at her temple. There is no way that little bitch is going to destroy us, no way. Paul needed a strong woman by his side, not a little girl who couldn't cope with her father dying. She'd lost her mom and look at her, she hadn't suffered for it and she'd been younger. Pathetic.

Sweat prickled at her skin and thoughts of losing Paul ate away, picking, until her nerve's were screaming in denial, she couldn't live without him, she had to do whatever it took to ensure that girl stayed away for good.

Speeding up, she tore around the bend and down the road leading to the hospital. Not wasting the time to look for a car space she parks on

the grass verge and jumps out, not bothering to lock the doors.

Striding across to the entrance, she juts her head up in a snobbish manner, smoothing ruffles out of her coat. Jabbing the button for the elevator she taps her heel impatiently, mind blazing with the injustice of it all.

Let's see what little miss wannabe imprint makes of me then, she snaps to herself. That girl is going to regret her lies, I'll make her pay for trying to steal my Paul away from me.