Disclaimer- I don't own twilight...Or anything to do with it... But I wish I did.
Summary - Werewolves were meant to be rare, having been hunted almost to extinction. What if one was hidden in Forks all along? Will Paul accept her, will the pack allow her to stay. What will the Volturi say out that..
BTW this is my take on the whole werewolf thing, there are twists and it wont show them how they are usualy portrayed.
A/N Okay, I have to say a super big thank you to Jayd, who has given me some useful and constructive feed back (: And thank you for reviewing everyone..
Eventualy, Skye upped and left, I told her I was leaving aswel in a while. I told myself I was tired, and I truley was, but that wasn't my reason for staying. This place was grey, that had only just occured to me, and this was exacally what I needed. I rationalized, sometimes in life I was going to need a little grey time..
*+At'the'werewolf'house'three days later+*
Paul wasn't at school, he hadn't been for three days now. He hadn;t rung, or even came by, I felt played. Maybe I was his imprint, but it was obviously still a game for him, soul mate shit or notm was just just anouther gulible girl. Sold for some sweet shit words.
I had just hoped Paul could help me escape all of this. I hurt constantly, as if a knife were digging straight into my heart, and my tears were blood.
It was raining, the sunny day had passed, and the gloomy weather fit how I felt. The water trapped on the cobble stones, creating a roar , effectivly blocking everything else out.
"Hello, sweetie? How was your day?" Mum gushed the minuet I got through the front door. She took one look at my face and backed the hell off, well, that wasn't very motherly was it?
"Oh Gawd..." Sighed Dad from above his well thumbed news paper. "You have the same face as Connor, anything going on? You have't seen Paul in a few days either, he spent the whole weekend with you, whats-"
"Don't..." I muttered .
"Pandora!" Came a whiney voice. "Listen when your father is talking to you..." But her voice trailed away in to the numbing silence of my mind.
"He's not my Dad.." I reminded her helpfully .
"What has gotten you in such a foul mood , young lady?"
Coming home to a house of monsters
Better yet
Being one
I walked through into the kitchen, ignoring their presence now, but I could feel their eyes on me. Turning on the tv, the news was on, I should of turned over before I could read the headline.
Seattle stalker strikes flee the city
"Oh my God.." I cried, my voice cracking and breaking, choking on my own breathe.
Everyone came running through.
"Pandora!" Said Connor holding my shoulders, whats wron-" Then, he saw the headline in blood read above the reporters head. "Call the dogs!" He roared at Dad.
"They haven't done this Con! And it certainly wasn't the Cullens!" He reasoned.
"Well get on the fucking phone, and find out the hell is going on!" Connor comanded, throwing his mobile at Dad, who caught it skilfully.
"They probably think its us." I whispered to nobody, my eyes filling with tears. That would be why he didn't wait on monday, or even bother to see what was taking so long.
Now they thought we were murderers
"I've called Carlise, we're meeting to talk. The wolf pack, all of the Cullen coven and all of us." He sighed, pinching his thumb and finger together.
"super natural convention. Great." Mumbled Connor, biting into a apple. Jumping up, so he was perched on the side of the sheek white counter. Mum flicked her hand at him, she cleaned exesivly, and his genral messyness irritated her.. I watched her carefully, she seemed completly uneffected by the situation.
Her face a perfect 60's housewife smile, all pearly teeth and cherry red lipstick.
But the smile didn't quoete reach her eyes, which looked glazed over and weak, as if they were the only real part of her.
"Why be diplomaticaly correct? Just call it a freak show, that's what its going to be anyway.." Iaughed bitterly. "When's it happoning, and where?"
"In the clearing, thats the only nutral territory close."
"Oo, the infamouse clearing.." But, I knew this wasn't the time for joking, and dashed upstairs to get changed.
I threw on some hold combat trousers, and a tight purple top and my old old old high tops. One of the curious things about being a werewolf was that the wolf would surrender their form to you if you were in danger- which means, in some respects, we were very alike to shapeshifters. Accept we were only in control of our wolf when it was in life preserving circumstances, other than that... Thats why I was wearing old clothes, not that any one intended it to come to that, but tension would be running high.
Tempers would flare...
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Okay guys ;) I've tired to do a cliffy, they aren't my strong point. Next chapter there will be the meeting. .. And just incase you have a lack of faith in me
I DO HAVE A PLOT
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And its actually quite good. So if you have anymore HELPFULL critism it's much wanted.
Hope you liked it ;) xxx
Wildfire