Emily and Kim stood in front of Kat wearing protective leather bike gear, Emily holding Claire. They had the bike helmets on, big boots, gloves, the lot. Kat grinned at them, her own helmet sitting on her bike's seat. There were three large boxes, covered in different coloured wrapping paper with bows on. She picked up the blue one and handed it to Emily. The purple one was given to Kim and Claire eagerly took the pink one. They opened them at varying paces.
"Kat." Kim groaned. "This is too much. And the bike gear. Are you trying to create successors or something?" Her box had a handheld pistol with lots of extra bullets, and a long knife which glinted over suspiciously in the sun. Emily found another pistol, again with extra bullets and two shorter knives which were just as shiny. They turned to Claire with expressions amusingly between horror and worry when they found her cuddling a teddy bear that was bigger than her. Kat laughed.
"I'm not that messed up. You guys need protection, and the guys need to be able to fight without being distracted. This is only as a last precaution; I don't expect you to fight or anything. Now the bullets are covered in vamp venom, but the blades needed something else. I've got my own mix on them, and if you screw off the handles, you'll find a vial of it. In an emergency, throw it on a vamp. If you are being attacked by a human you could throw it on them, but I'd rather you didn't. It is fatal." Kat laughed and started flipping her knife in the air.
"What about you? What have you got?" Emily asked cautiously.
"I've got..." Kat pulled out a machine gun which she slung over her shoulder, a string of bullets which she threw around her waist and hips, a few knives which she secreted in her boots and gloves, and a pistol or three which locked into her thick leather belt. She lastly grabbed a fire starter with an unrecognisable add on, and a single bullet, larger than the rest and shiny like the knives. She also pulled out a small black pad with a black sphere attached.
"This is my remote controlled bullet. I worked it out last night. Narele left all her write ups behind. I don't have her talent, no-one does, but I made another which is at home, and that's enough. I'm going to fight tonight. I have to. If I sat around waiting I'd go mad."
"Kat You can't!" Kim complained. The wolves walked over in that moment, in their human forms for the first noticeable time in three days. Kat had been working on her weapons the entire time, and the other imprints had been cooking and cleaning and distracting themselves. The fight was scheduled for that night, just after midnight and Sam had ordered rest as some of the vamps patrolled. Embry took Kat into his arms.
"What can't she do? My Kat can do anything." He murmured the last part into her hair. Kim was not to be deterred by her own cuddling werewolf, or Kat's death glares.
"She can't fight tonight!" Kim blurted, causing everyone to freeze and Kat to growl incoherent threats under her breath.
"I bloody well can! If you don't let me, I'll sneak out. I'm not letting you monopolise me." She snarled at Embry. He shook his head lightly.
"Of course you are fighting. Come on, let's go to bed." He dragged her onto her bike and slipped his arms around her, taking a hold of the handles and driving it back to their house.
"Why are you letting me?" She demanded as soon as he let her off the bike. He kissed her unresponsive lips and sighed.
"I ...met someone today." He admitted. She paled and glared at him.
"So you don't care about me anymore, Mr. Imprints Are Us? Fine, whatever." She turned to go when he touched her cheek gently.
"No, not like that. I met someone I thought was dead. We both did. She wishes she was, but she convinced me to let you fight. Said she'd look after you." He told her softly. Her eyes widened but no colour returned to her cheeks.
"El?"
"Yeah. Wait a mo'." He paused, taking in a deep breath and he started to whistle. It started off fairly monotonous and low but quickly became all Kat could hear. She covered her ears when Narele appeared in the trees. It wasn't Narele as she last saw her, happy and English, or even scarred and made of stone, but El as she was deep down in her heart. She had slight proud smile gracing her beautiful face and was wearing a long white gown, simple in design. Her hair was loose for once, hanging around her knees like it did when they were children and she had a large grey wolf by her side, with one of her smooth pale hands resting on his shoulder. The most shocking thing was that Kat could see the forest behind her. El was a ghost, as was Paul.
"Hello my friend." Narele smiled. Paul nodded at his pack mate.
"El." Kat whispered.
"I am here to protect you. It is, how you say, my purpose in the afterlife. Since I was killed by the power hungry Volturi, I will aid you to destroy them. Only then can I move on."
"And Paul?" She asked. El smiled sadly and kissed his head.
"He is stuck with me. He cannot move on until I do. This is the problem of all imprints, whether they have met yet or not. I am thankful I got to meet him in your world before condemning him to this one."
"Thank you for looking after her Narele. But we need to rest now. Will you wake us when it is time?" Embry asked, his arms winding back around Kat's waist.
"Of course friend. Paul will howl, and we will guide you. Sleep well." She walked backward with Paul, perfectly co-ordinated until they faded from sight completely.
