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Dislamaimer: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT!

Our Law

I stood there frozen as Kyle poured the steaming water into a single cup of coffee, a small smirk on his porcelain face.

"That's impossible." I said with a small grit of my teeth, watching with distaste as my brother rose his white cup to his lips. "Everyone dies."

"Well I don't, no matter what you do to me, whether it's chopping my limbs off or burning me to ash." Kyle said the last part with an angry sneer, looking at me from his warm cup of coffee. "Which I'm still mad about by the way" Kyle says as he glares at me with now red eyes, the bloody colour of them causing me to shiver in both fear and disgust. I still couldn't believe that my own brother was actually a vampire, or as the pack fondly called them. A leech.

"But I saw you, you were dead and all….crispy." I winced at the last part, the flash of my brothers dead corpse surrounded by ash and fallen trees coming to mind. "Ok, well shall I explain in detail then?" Kyle's asks rhetorically, gently placing the white coloured cup with grace, barely making a sound. "Much like your daemon can wield fire, mine can control death. It creates this sort of barrier around me which causes me to be untouchable to time and death. But oddly enough when I was turned into a vampire I continued to age and grow, until only recently have I stopped aging completely. Like any other vampire I die from natural causes, those only detrimental to vampires of course. But after 24 hours I awaken, alive with all my previous wounds healed."

Kyle explains this all so calmly, as if we were discussing the weather.

"Although, after our previous encounter some of my wounds have remained permanent." Kyle tells me, a small angry snarl rising at his full lips. I take a small step back, the tingle of fire coming to life at my fingertips. Kyle notices this, a small smirk now gracing his lips. He chooses to ignore my defensive act, and softly lifts up his black coloured shirt, causing me to gasp in shock. His unusual pale skin was laced with horrid burn marks, ghastly pink and red scars edged into his skin. And I immediately knew that I had given him these scars, almost as if these scars were my signature that had been imbedded into his flesh.

"How?" I whisper, my eyes leaving his burnt skin once he lowered his shirt back down, hiding the horrid scars and burns from me. "No clue." Is all Kyle tells me, before grabs his white cup once again and takes a quick sip from it. Silence fills the air, the only sound in the small cabin was the loud cackle of the heated fire. Despite the comfortable design of the cabin, I felt utterly awkward and afraid with being in the same room as Kyle. And above all I wanted to leave and find Paul, make him know that I was safe and that I was fine.

Through our bond I felt the small hum of his emotions, panic and grief all rolled into a single ball of despair. And to be quite frank, his pain was my pain. "It's alright, I'll let you see your lover boy soon." Kyle breaks the silence, and I look up in shock when I see him standing directly in front of me. I hadn't even noticed he had moved from the kitchen. I think that's why I was so scared of Kyle, not only because of his obvious hatred towards me but because of the fact he was more skilled than I was.

"In fact, I need you to see him immediately, being how my compulsion didn't seem to work very well last time." Kyle says the last part to himself, rubbing at his chin lightly as he stares at me in a curious manner. I feel my lips part slightly as a small gasp escape my lips, a cold hardening glare immediately finding its way to Kyle's fake innocent ones.

"You made me stay away from Paul?" I question in a fierce hissing tone, the anger obvious in my voice. At Kyle's arrogant smile I knew the truth, and I could feel a strange clenching sickness build up in my chest at the thought of it. My previous thoughts of avoiding Paul and abandoning our relationship seemed to dissolve, leaving behind the mess I had created.

I never wanted to leave Paul.

Paul pushing me out of the window had been a horrifying experience, and knowing those short few seconds could have been my last was a terror all on its own. I'll never forget the terror and agony Paul's seemingly gentle hand can cause, the dangers it can cause by merely flicking his wrist. But I could forgive Paul, the moment Paul came racing towards me, the panic and horror at what he had done evident in his eyes had caused me to forgive him immediately.

But I had been blinded; the thoughts in my head then weren't mine.

"Bastard" I hiss out to him, feeling the familiar tingle of heat rising up to touch my flesh. A small flicker of flames ignited on my body, but I managed to control it, calming the burning anger inside of me slightly. Kyle only smirked, that darn oh-look-at-me-aren't-I-just-high-quality-tuna smirk that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

I'd had enough of this, I'd had enough of standing in the presence of this cold heartless soul. That is if he has a soul at all…

With a small growl under my breath, I walked away from Kyle, away from all the horrible haunting problems which seemed to come as extra baggage whenever he was around. I walked towards the cabin door and opened it with ease, not even an aging groan came from the door. I was slightly startled by the scenery before me, having thought that we were somewhere in a meadow or something. Yet the small cabin was set on a small cliff, the edge of the cliff not too far from the actual door of the cabin. The dark sky sparkled with stars before me, and if I wasn't so pissed I might have actually admired the beautiful sight.

Just as I was about to step outside onto the grass layered ground I felt a large cold hand grasp my shoulder tightly. I flinched at the foreign touch, being so used to having a gentle warm hand on me instead. I didn't turn to face my brother, instead I stood frozen, staring straight ahead, watching the bright distant stars as they glittered beautifully.

I couldn't help but wince as I felt Kyle's ice cold breath caress my ear, and the words that followed weren't that great either. "Go to your wolf, tell him your fine, calm him and make it official and final that you two are never to be. I don't care if you have to break his heart or tell a lie, but you must do this or I'll kill him and everyone you love in a heartbeat."

The cold hand on my shoulder retreated, the presence along with it, but not before a small hiss of a whisper left the monsters lips. "Trust my words dear sister; I plan to make your life a life full of misery. And I think I'll start with emptying out your heart, until you have not one person who loves you."

And then he was gone, his small cruel whisper drifting off into the wind until everything was silent. The hoot of an owl, then the howl of a wolf filled the air as a silent tear trickled down my cheek as silent as the air.

The ache in my chest roared, until suddenly I burst into flames, the fire alive and for the first time since I discovered this cursed power, the flames actually hurt. A cry left my lips, the flames burning me with every flicker, and the sound of the roaring flames left me near deaf.

Yet I wanted to feel this pain…

Because in the back of my mind, I knew I deserved every single ounce of it.

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I dragged my feet as I walked, my eyes vacant of any emotion, yet the tears still managed to fall from my eyes. I was tired of the tears, I wanted nothing more than to have them to just stop or at the very least dry out.

Yet my life was filled with millions and millions of tears, shed daily at every one of my expenses.

Life sucked, and I wanted nothing more than mine to be over.

But almost as if I was on auto-pilot, I found myself walking a path familiar to me until eventually I found my way to Pauls house. Everything was the same, there was no alert as to the havoc which I had seen in Paul after he raced off on his motorcycle to search for me. Everything looked normal, safe even.

So I walked towards his home until I reached the porch steps, and still on auto-pilot I knocked on the wooden white door before even mentally preparing myself. I stood there, waiting at the door, in the back of my mind praying to the heavens that no one answered. That I could just turn back around, go back home and crawl up in bed with my dad in the room next to mine.

But I didn't have a real home; I didn't even have my father with me anymore.

Still, the heavens must have heard my prays, because nobody came to answer the door, not even Pauls raging alcoholic mother of whom I had only met once when Paul stopped by his house one time to pack a bag. He used to often stay at Sam's and Emily's with me, before he went all 'no contact zone' on me. I turned around from the door, feeling like I was about to fall down on the ground and dissolve into dust and fly with the wind.

If only death was that simple, but sadly it wasn't….at least not for me.

"Hello?" I freeze, the sound of a woman's voice startling me from behind.

I turn around to see Paul's mom, barely wearing anything at all standing in the doorway, staring at me expectantly. I felt strange, having people suddenly able to visibly see me after over twelve hours after getting no eye contact from people made me shiver underneath her gaze.

"Um, I'm Addison, I met you with Paul one time." I say quietly, unconsciously looking behind her, as if I expected to see Paul standing behind her, rubbing at his eyes tiredly with his pyjamas on. His eyes lighting up when he sees me, a smile gracing his lips.

If only…

"Oh yeah, Pauls girlfriend right?" I couldn't help but flinch at the title, and I almost wanted to shake my head at her claim. But I couldn't bear to; knowing that I didn't hold that claim over Paul anymore had me feeling strangely possessive, but also horrified in knowing that I wasn't special anymore. I knew Paul loved me, and it was hard to really lose faith in that when he stared at me the way he did. But it didn't change the fact of all that had transpired between us, all the heartache and jealousy on my part.

I felt shameful by my jealousy, but it was hard not to when a beautiful woman like Renee goes groping on your boyfriend and then suddenly kisses him right in front of you.

"Yeah" I answer simply, staring down at my worn shoes, torn and muddy from all the walking I'd done. "Is Paul home?" I ask quietly, staring over her shoulder again, thinking I'd find him there. "Well no actually, he never came home from school today." She says impassively, like her own sons safety didn't matter to her. I fought back a glare which was destined to be directed at this woman, and instead resorted to more questions.

"But did he call you, to tell you where he was?" I persisted.

I honestly didn't want to go walking all over La Push to find Paul, so I had to make due with asking this horrible woman known as his mother. "Nope" She answered me casually, as if we were discussing the weather. I took a deep breath, trying to bury my anger inside of me.

"Ok, well if he comes home can you please tell him that I stopped by?" I say to her, and she answers with a small nod and sure. I turn away from the indecently dressed woman and step down the porch steps, but then I turn quickly to speak again. "And please tell him that I'm fine and that…." I pause there, thinking over what I was about to say. I shake my head then, feeling tears well up in my eyes as I realised just how damaged our relationship was.

"Just tell him I'm safe." I finish, turning away from her again and racing down the gravel path way, and I kept running until the house was out of my sight. All I could think about was that I couldn't believe I wasn't able to say what I wanted to say…

And tell him that I love him.

I walked for what felt like hours, but realistically was probably only a few minutes. The ice cold wind thrashed against my thin clothing, the breeze finding its way underneath my fluttering shirt and onto my bare skin. I winced at every cold breeze, shivering uncontrollably from the icy touch. If only there was a hot-heated werewolf nearby…

I passed by First Beach, the only glow of light coming from the light posts which surrounded the edges of the beach. I watched as the icy waves rolled onto the shore, meeting the dry sand only to wash backward once again. I found myself strangely transfixed by the calm waves, watching them for several minutes as a strange sense of peace washed over me, much like the waves did as they met the dry sand.

But just like the tranquil waves, the calm moved away, the sound of a loud agonized howl filling the air breaking the calm.

I froze at the sound, and even though I hadn't really seen much of Paul in his wolf form, a part of me knew that this painful howl belonged to him. I turned in the direction of the forest, where the painful howl had been coming from. I watched the forest, as if I expected Paul to come launching out of the tree line in his large wolf form. But there was only silence, the rustling of trees and the shivering icy wind was the only thing which actually occurred.

Choosing to follow my instinct, I walked towards the tree line slowly, my worn shoes picking up even more mud as I entered the forest. I was on high alert, listening to every crack of a twig in the distance and even the sound of a scurrying squirrel on one of the trees I passed. I looked through the darkness, my eyes barely adjusting to the murky forest. I jumped as a sudden howl filled the air, as painful as the previous one before. I could feel the clench in my heart as I thought of Paul, and how at this very moment he was experiencing some form of pain. The howl lasted longer this time, and I unconsciously looked up to the moon, thinking that Paul was maybe looking up to it as well. Then the howl died down until the air was once again silent. I looked around the woods, searching for Paul so desperately I thought my eyes were going to roll out of their sockets.

I walked for another several minutes, merely searching with my eyes. After all the persistent lectures from Paul about how dangerous the forest can be at night, I had learnt for the better not to go screaming and shouting. I eventually entered a small but beautiful meadow, the glow of the moon lighting up the exotic flowers which were layered on the ground. I turned toward the sound of running water, my eyes catching a small creek nearby. I stood there in the centre of the meadow, feeling a strange sense of dread suddenly wash over me. And then I let out a loud cry as a burning heat suddenly came to life, the flames hissing out a threat to whatever caused it to emerge. The heat of fire seemed to occur instinctively now days, lighting up aflame whenever I was in any immediate danger, much like it was programmed to be automatic. Or like Green Lanterns ring which always alerted him whenever danger was coming his way.

I searched the tree lines that surrounded the meadow, watching with wide eyes as fear crawled its way into my mind. The flames growled and hissed at the woods, and I could hear the small murmur of my daemon in the back of my mind.

I swear host, if you get one scratch on my body I will make your life a living hell!

I almost laughed at the threat, thinking to myself that I already had one person set on making my life miserable. I took a small step forward, watching the darkness with keen eyes. And that's when it happened…

A large black body launched itself on top of me, slashing at my arm causing blood to ooze out of the wound almost instantly. I fell to the ground, my flames falling with me as they ignited further at the threat. I ignored the pain in my arm, immediately taking to the fight rather than flight instinct as I glared daggers at the beast which held me down. His eyes were a bloody red, dark hair and dark skin which seemed to contrast perfectly with his red eyes. He smelt like death and pines, and as his smell wafted over me I couldn't help me let out a small choke of disgust. My flames seemed to startle the vampire, as once his hands touched my burning body he let out a small roar of pain and launched himself far away from me. I raced up to stand, watching the man with wide eyes as he breathed out small gasps, staring down at his slightly crisp hands.

Then his red eyes met my poo brown ones, and we seemed to have some sort of Mexican stand off as he began to slowly circle me. I watched his every move, waiting for the moment he planned to strike me. But that moment never came, all he did was circle me, as if he was searching for some sort of weak point in the flames which hissed around me.

"What the hell are you?" The vampire hissed out to me, staring at me in both anger and wonder. I felt like I was naked, bare and vulnerable even though I was surrounded by a layer of boiling fire. To be exposed to what I truly was, to what was hidden beneath the coat of a happy cheery girl made me feel very susceptible.

I didn't answer his question, instead I only further ignited my flames, warning him that if he came any closer I would burn him to a crisp. He didn't seem to get the message though, because I watch in confusion as he nods his head slightly to the tree line behind me.

And before I can even turn around to face the oncoming threat, I'm pushed to ground by an unseen force. My face falls onto the muddy ground, and I let out a loud cry as a loud snap fills the air.

My leg was broken.

I feel the pain filled tears glisten down my cheek, and I cry and cry out in agony as I feel the horrible gut wrenching pain shoot up and down my leg. I twitch uncontrollably, the pain near causing me to pass out. Dark spots blind my vision, and when I'm almost certain I'm about to pass out, a loud roar fills the air.

The wind follows the roar of a beast, and then a bloodbath takes place before my eyes.

Paul in his wolf form launches on top of the dark skinned vampire who had been watching my agony with a smirk. I watch as he twists off the vampire head in one clean move with his mouth, and spitting out the torn head from his mouth. The dark skinned vampire falls almost instantly, headless and bleeding from where his head had been torn off. Paul disappears once again, out of my vision to my right where I hear the loud screech of the vampire that had managed to break my leg without even touching me. The screech was feminine, and I shut my eyes tight as a loud gurgle followed the scream, then nothing but silence filled the air.

The pain in my leg still shot up and down, and I still let out small pitiful whimpers as I lay unmoving on the wet muddy ground. I couldn't help but flinch in fear as a hand touched me, but once I realised it was a warm one I immediately relaxed my tense muscles.

"Oh god no" I heard a small whisper of Pauls voice, and I couldn't help but whimper again as I thought about how much I had missed his voice. We hadn't been apart for that long, but his words comforted me so much it should be considered some sort of law. Whenever I was in pain, Paul had to always be by my side, saying soothing words to me and holding me close.

That was officially our law.

I feel myself be lifted from the muddy ground and embraced into Paul's warm heavenly arms which always protected me from the harsh bitterness of this world. He held onto me so tightly I could barely feel the air filling my lungs, but who needed air when you have Paul to breathe the life into you? I try to wrap my arms around him, but my body was still pulsing with pain, causing me to be immobile as of this current moment.

"Paul" I whisper, using my hands to clutch his bare body, and if this moment hadn't been so emotional I might have blushed at him being completely naked. I feel his warm breath against my neck as he seems to breathe me in, causing me to shiver as a small tingle shocked my skin. The recent occurrence seemed to drift away, until there was nothing but the two of us. Holding each other, breathing in each other as if our lives depended on it.

And in a way, it sort of did.

A/N Le Fin my dears! YAY THEYS BE ALL MUSHY AGAIN!

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