This Chapter is kind of short, but I kind of pulled it out of nowhere. This is chapter 9 from Paul's point of view. I wasn't going to write this, but then Dreamin.of.Scotland.and.Mexico, one of my favorite reviewers, said I should do a chapter showing what Paul was thinking during Maggie's attempt to get him to tell. So, this chapter is dedicated to Dreamin.of.Scotland.and.Mexico, thanks for giving me the idea to write it!
The weekend was so hard. I hated being away from her and this was the most time away from each other we had ever spent. My time away from Maggie was spent on patrol looking for this mysterious bloodsucker. Mason and his pack members were hardly around and it was a good thing they weren't. I still didn't really trust them. I didn't want to see them at all. God help them if we are ever alone together.
Monday came and Mason said they had a fresh trail. So, instead of spending time with Maggie, I was out hunting. Tuesday was basically the same. We didn't find anything though. She was still out there and I was not happy about it. No one was. Wednesday came and I was ready for a break. I couldn't wait to just hold Maggie in my arms again. To kiss her again. Just to be near her again. Being away from her made my heart hurt. Speaking of hearts, I bought her one for her birthday. A simple silver chain with a small heart pendant. It wasn't much but I hope she liked it. I had some money saved up and I ran out the second she told me her birthday was this week. After school got out on Wednesday, I sat by the phone in my house. I had no idea how long she was going to take but I hoped not too long.
Around five, the phone rang. I didn't even let it ring long. She must think I'm crazy. Sitting by the phone waiting for her. If only she knew how important to me she was. If only she knew what I was. Sam still wouldn't let me tell her. It was driving me crazy. I wanted nothing more than for her to know the truth. I just wanted her to accept me for what I was. Just a little longer, I kept telling myself. Then I could tell her. I just had to wait.
"Hey, Paul. I'm home. You want to come over now?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll be over in a couple minutes." I grabbed her gift and ran to the car. I drove to her house, lucky that no cops were around. I was defiantly going way over the speed limit. I reached her house, happy that her mom wasn't home. Not that I didn't like her, I was just excited to spend some time alone with Maggie. I wanted to give her a couple kisses, maybe a little more. A smirk came to my face. I knew it was too soon to think about doing anything more than kissing but I couldn't help it. I just loved her so much. I wanted to show her I loved her in every way possible.
When I got to the door, I knocked and heard her yell to come in. I knew she was sitting in the living room, so I headed to that area of the house. I saw her sitting on the couch.
"Hey, happy birthday," I said, walking over to her. I was about to give her a hug, when I saw something sitting in her lap. How I hadn't smelled it before I didn't know. "What is that?" I asked. Oh, I already knew what it was but I was hoping that I was seeing things.
"It's a kitten," she replied, like it was no big deal. No big deal indeed. I had to keep convincing myself to not scare it off of her and chase it away. Great, she was going to smell like cat. Ugh. I hate cats. It didn't like me either. It jumped out of her arms, hissing, and ran away. It took everything I had to not follow it. God, I'm such an animal. "Huh, funny. I guess he doesn't like you."
"Yeah, I'm not that good with animals." She just laughed at me.
"So, I hope you don't mind but I have a movie picked out for tonight." I just shrugged at her.
"It is your birthday." She went to put the movie in. I couldn't see what movie we were going to be watching, but that wasn't really on my mind. What was, was the limp that Maggie seemed to have. "Why are you walking funny? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine," she said, with a laugh. She was doing a lot of laughing tonight. Something was up.
"Then why can't you walk right?" She just put the movie on and let the previews run.
"I got some ink done today."
"What?"
"I made Laura take me to get a tattoo." I knew I was looking at her as if she was crazy. I just never expected her to get a tattoo. It was actually kind of hot.
"Can I see it?" She sat down next to me on the couch and pulled up her pant leg. Then she put her foot on my lap. It was hard to concentrate with her this close but I had to focus on her tattoo, and not her sexy leg being on me. She peeled off the bandage that was over it. I just looked at the tattoo. A moon and stars. Why would she ever get this? I just kept my eyes on it for a couple seconds and then looked up at her. "Why did you get this?"
"It reminded me of that day I saw those wolves. The moon kind of represents them. I guess it's just a reminder of what happened or really that I'm still alive," she said softly. Crap. She knew I knew something. This was just to provoke me. So was the cat. I knew then that she had planned this whole thing. I couldn't believe she would go as far as getting a tattoo to make me tell her my secret. I just kept looking at her tattoo until I saw the menu for the movie we were going to watch. There was a vampire on it. Not a real vampire but one of those Hollywood versions.
"What is this?" Oh, I was angry now. Now I was sure that she knew something and I couldn't believe she was bringing vampires into it. How the hell did she even know about our hatred for vampires anyway? Who the hell told her our legends?
"The Lost Boys."
"And why are we watching this?"
"It's a great movie."
"But it's about vampires." I was shaking now. I had to calm down or I would hurt her. I didn't want to hurt her. I didn't want her to find out yet. Well, I did want to tell her but I couldn't tell her yet.
"So? Vampires are cool! Have you ever heard the tagline of the movie? Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die. It's fun to be a vampire. What could be more true than that? I bet being a vampire would be awesome! I wish I was one." That was it, I couldn't take it anymore. All I could hear was her saying "I wish I was one," over and over again in my head. Did she have any idea what she was doing? Didn't she understand that making me angry was not a good thing? Clearly, she didn't.
"You have no idea what you are talking about!" I yelled at her.
"Would you rather we watch The Howling? Or perhaps An American Werewolf in London would be more enjoyable for you." She said this looking me straight in the eyes. I froze. She knew. I just thought she knew I was hiding something. I didn't actually think she would guess that I was a werewolf. I was beyond pissed. I had to get out of there before I changed right before her eyes. I wouldn't be able to control myself in front of her. I might even hurt her. I stood up and left the room. I could hear her follow me but I was only focusing on getting out of there. I had to get out of that house.
"Where are you going?" she asked me.
"I'm leaving." She reached out and placed a hand on my arm. Her touch was not going to calm me down this time. I moved away from her as fast as I could.
"Can't we talk about this?" she begged. I didn't need to see her to know that there were tears in her eyes. That hurt even more. It made me more angry. Angry at myself. I was making her cry.
"There isn't anything to talk about," I said, and walked out of the house. Once I knew I was out of sight, I let the wolf take control of me. I ran as fast as I could. I knew my anger was out of control. I was out of control. I didn't know where to go, what to do.
"Paul, what is the matter?" I heard Sam's voice say. He must have been on patrol when her felt my anger. I didn't even need to say anything. He saw it all in my mind. "You need to go talk to her. Don't let her be alone with this. She must be scared and confused. If you want her to understand and accept us, you have to go take care of this now."
"How can I go see her? I almost lost control. I could have hurt her. Maybe it would be better if I just stayed away from her."
"You know you can't do that. You know you won't be able to stay away from her. Paul, you didn't hurt her. You won't hurt her." I knew he was right. I should have never left her. I should have never let my anger get in the way.
"Is it alright to tell her now?" I asked.
"Well, she already knows," was his laughing reply.
"Thanks, Sam."
"Good luck." I knew I needed to get rid of some of my anger before I talked to her, so I continued to run for a bit. When I felt in control again, I ran back to my house for some extra clothes. I had just ruined another pair. I was really running out of stuff to wear. Once fully clothed, I ran back to her house. I stayed in my human form, but even then, it didn't take me long.
Once I was back at her house, I knocked on the door. She didn't answer. I tried the handle, but it was locked. I noticed that none of the lights in the house were on. I went to the back of the house and climbed up to her window. I peeked inside and was surprised to find the room empty. I had thought maybe she went to bed. I tried her window and was in luck. It was unlocked. I opened it, kind of feeling like a stalker, and climbed inside. I was even more surprised to find the whole house empty. Well, except for that damn cat. I still wasn't happy about her having it.
I left the house through her window. I wondered if she was at Laura's when I caught her scent in the air. At first it was coming from down the road, but she wouldn't be out walking by herself, would she? It was already dark and it was not safe for her to be alone. She was smarter than that. But, then again, she was upset. I smelled the air again, trying to figure out which way she was going. I could clearly tell she was not in a car. I would have been angry, but my fear for her overpowered it. I took off in her scent's direction. As I ran past her house, I found a small box on the ground. It was the gift I was going to give her. It must have fallen with my shredded clothing earlier. I quickly picked it up and ran after Maggie.
I followed her scent to a house and I was no longer scared for her anymore. Nope, I was pissed again. Why didn't she just call someone for a ride. Why the hell did she walk by herself? That stupid idiot. A sexy, stupid idiot, but an idiot none the less. I looked into the first window I found and was surprised at who I saw. It was one of the hikers from last year that had seen me. He had told a couple of people, but they all had thought him crazy. He must have been the one that told her all our legends. I was going to guess that he was her Uncle Greg.
I walked around the house. I found another window but a shade was blocking my view. I didn't need to see in to the room to know she was in there. I could hear her breathing. She was asleep. Too bad. I was waking her up. She was in so much trouble. I knocked on the window, but I could tell she didn't wake up. So, I kept on knocking. I heard her get out of bed and then she opened the shade. She almost screamed but then saw that it was only me. I almost forgot how angry I was when I saw her face. The key word is almost. I jumped through the window, ready to yell at her. She really didn't know how much trouble she was in. She was about to find out.