*I don't own Twilight.

(PPOV)


Before I even took a step towards the door, it flew open and Jared tackled me to the ground. I grunted a little under his weight.

"Paul! I was so worried when you took off like that, are you alright?" Jared talked fast enough that I'm pretty sure Elita wouldn't be able to understand him. His eyes were wide with concern, I had to sigh, I didn't mean to upset him so much.

"I'm okay, better than okay," I nodded to my side, motioning to Elita who was standing patiently next to Sam, with a look of amusement on her face.

Jared's mouth popped open in surprise, "Did you…," he tailed off. I nodded, smiling. Yeah I found my girl.

He smiled at the girl, obviously happy for me, "Hey, kid, what's your name?"

The others came out and eyed my girl curiously, they grinned at me. Quil had this evil little smirk on his face, yeah; I'm going to really pay for those pedophile jokes. Okay, I deserve it, but that doesn't mean I won't get pissed about it.

"Elita," she answered Jared's question. "Why are you straddling Paul? It looks wrong." She glanced between the two of us with a what-the-fuck look on her face. Jared looked slightly horrified with what she was applying; honestly, I probably had the same look on my face.

The others started laughing, too low for a human to hear Brady murmured, "That's definitely your imprint, Paul. What kid thinks that way?" I scowled at him, resisting the urge to growl. Leave my imprint alone you douche.

Jared and I got off the ground and Elita edged over to my side, obviously uncomfortable with all the people. I glared at them and they slowly, slowly, got the clue to give us some space.

I picked her up, "You okay?"

She nodded, "You have a lot of friends," she said hesitantly.

I smiled, "You don't have to be afraid, none of them would ever hurt you."

She sniffed, "If they tried I'll kick them where the sun don't shine," she informed me.

I laughed and she joined in, inside I heard someone say, "Is she serious? I'm not picking her up!" Good, I don't want any of them with Elita.

"I know we're both starving so let's get some food. Emily is a really good cook, she's Sam's fiancée," I babbled on, telling her that we were at Sam's house and how most of the time everyone is here.

"They don't mind having all these people here and cooking for them?"

"Well, no I guess not. If we aren't here, then we're usually together somewhere else. Emily doesn't mind cooking because…I guess she loves us, I don't really know. Ask her yourself."

"I just want food," she giggled. I nodded in agreement, if I didn't eat soon I was going to go and hunt a deer, and I hate raw meat. Even in my wolf form, I think it has a gross texture. I suppose I'm just use to my human likes and dislikes, no matter what form.

"Paul, where'd you find Elita?" Emily asked, concerned. She wasn't the only one watching her stuff her face as if she hadn't seen food in days. Not to mention her clothes were on the ratty side.

"The woods," I murmured into Emily's ear, knowing the others would hear too, but Elita and the other imprints wouldn't. "Her Mom left her there. She said her Mom forgets her sometimes, it sounds like child neglect so I took her with me. I didn't bother looking for her Mother, she can't go back to someone like that, a life like that," I shook my head, trying to keep in control. It really pissed me off how she was treated.

Emily smiled down at Elita, "This is really good, Emily. You're the best cook ever," she told her earnestly.

Emily laughed, "Why thank you, sweet pea. Would you like some more?"

Elita shook her head no. She watched the rest of us scoff down all the food. There was a look caught between amusement, disgust, and amazement on her face. She snorted as I shoved a fork fall of chicken into my mouth, "Don't choke 'cause I won't save you," she told me, wrinkling her nose.

"That's mean, I would save you," I responded, slightly hurt.

She chuckled, "Of course you would, everyone loves me and can't live without me."

Chuckles went around the table, "You're a little egotistical there, honey," I shook my head at her.

"What's that mean?"

"Cocky," I replied.

Elita laughed, almost snorting, a very un-lady like sound, "Oh says the King of Cockiness. There is a reason for my egotistical-ness, I got to compete with you!"

"You'll never win, I never lose," I put forth confidently.

"You're proving my point!" I huffed a little, realizing she was right. The others found this whole thing very amusing. Sam was right; I was going to have my hands full with her. But, I wouldn't have it any other way. I love a girl who can spurt an insult right back at you, it's great.

After dinner, while Emily heated up some pies, yum, so we headed toward the living room. Kim had stolen Elita from me, claiming she needed clean clothing and a bath. I couldn't argue with that, so I had to let her go. Elita seemed comfortable enough with Kim. The part that worried me was when Leah went with the two of them.

Despite my worries, I could hear Elita cackling in the shower. "Hmm, I was worrying about Elita with Kim and Leah; perhaps I should be worrying about Kim and Leah instead."

"I was thinking the same thing," Jared muttered, glancing at the ceiling.

"So you run off and imprint," Collin started.

I nodded, "She knows I'm a werewolf. I haven't gotten around to telling her everything though, like the imprinting. She took the werewolf thing really well, though."

"Probably the best out of all the imprints," Sam agreed. "No crying, horror, fainting, so yeah she took it pretty well."

"What did she say?" Jared asked.

"She thought I was badass," I grinned widely, happier than I have been. God I couldn't believe how great I was feeling because of one girl. She made me feel better than I have in my entire life. Last week I was depressed and angry, now I was feeling…peaceful, for the first time in my life.

I know this was how it was supposed to feel like, but I didn't know it was this good. It's a lot different experiencing it through someone else's eyes.

"She's definitely your imprint. Elita's a wise ass, no offence or anything," Quil said. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I like that, it makes interesting conversation," I defended.

"Yeah, like the fact she doesn't care about your junk," Sam hooted.

A chorus of, "WHAT!?" was yelled at me.

"And you called me a pedo!" Quil shouted above everyone else.

I huffed, "Shut up! It's not what you're thinking, pervs! Jesus Christ, thanks, Sam," I glared at him. He was laughing hard, whipping tears out of his eyes.

He gasped, "That was better than I imagined!" Oh so he set this up against me? Plot revenge against Alpha now!

"Okay, I didn't have clothes with me," I explained. "So this one time I phased, but I didn't want her to see anything. She was pissed because she was hungry and thirsty, but she closed her eyes anyway and said she didn't care about my junk. Then she threw her jacket at me so I could cover up. I wouldn't stand naked in front of a nine year old, guys, come on!" I was a little angry at Sam. This ordeal would make the jokes so much worse than it has to be. I gave him a look that said 'go die.' He merely smiled back.

"You have such beautiful hair," Kim cooed. Oh God, I bet Elita doesn't like that. Well maybe she does, I mean most girls like dressing up and make up and stuff. Who says Elita doesn't? She seems more tomboy than that to me though.

Apparently I was right, Elita came running in hissing, "I don't want my hair in a braid." She sat in my lap; her wet hair hit my shoulder. She wore someone's t-shirt as a nightgown; it was actually kind of cute.

She glanced at me, "I don't want them to do my hair. Don't let them, please," She begged, pouting. "I even let them use all those body washes that smell like fruit and make my nose tingle funny."

I chuckled, "Leave her alone," I told the girls.

Leah huffed, "Can we at least brush your hair?" She addressed Elita.

Elita ran her fingers through her black hair, "No point, it doesn't get tangled."

"You're so stubborn!" Leah sighed in exasperation, turning around and heading back upstairs.

Elita called after her, "So are you, or you would've given up much earlier."

Sam turned toward me, "What are you going to do about your parents?" He asked seriously.

I wrapped my arms around Elita and squeezed, she rested against my chest. "Well, that is the question."


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