This Chapter is dedicated to Bibliocrazed! She's my psycho buddy from CA! Hahaha!
I'm posting this because I do not want her to die! (read her review for chap. 11) Because my psycho buddy can not die…then I'd have no buddy!
Ok here is when Stasia will meet the rest of the pack. This will probably be one of the worst chapters because it's not very easy to imagine the minds of those werewolves. Like the jokes and humor, I suck at that kind of stuff. But I shall try my best. So don't insult my corny jokes or comebacks that I may put in here (ex. Your face.) I do that one a lot. So yea you can laugh at how corny they are but don't insult ok? Purdy Please?? –Pouts-
But one more little..actually big…thing!
I wants to thank my amazing Beta's
Angeliss and Bibliocrazed!
You guys make my story amazing!!
Point of View (Stasia)
I awoke to a rhythmic thumping. I tried to push myself off the ground to figure out where the noise was coming from. This was impossible, because Paul had his arms wrapped around me too tightly for me to move. I realized that is was his heartbeat that I could hear. I had become so attuned to that lovely sound as it kept me safe even in my sleep.
Paul! I suddenly remembered everything. Paul finally returning, Paul being a…werewolf. I smiled when I realized that I was safe. There was no way anything could happen with Paul by my side.
Paul mumbled something incoherent and then rolled away from me. His arms let go of my body making me feel vulnerable, again. I stood up and tiptoed out of the room. I checked the hallway clock to make sure that I had time. I did, it was 4:00 AM.
Once I had finished with the shower and gotten dressed I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I rummaged through the kitchen shelves looking for something to cook. I settled for pancakes, there was enough that I could cook for my dad and Paul.
My dad came down the stairs, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was sticking every which way, and he smelled of beer.
"Dad breakfast is on the table." I told him turning back to cleaning the dishes. My dad shoveled down the pancakes and then was out the door. He held a cheap fishing rod and a tackle box.
I grinned as I pulled out a plastic wrapped plate of pancakes. I nuked them, along with syrup and then walked upstairs to my bedroom.
Paul was pacing when I walked in. He rushed over to me.
"Stasia I was so worried, when I woke up and you weren't there…"
"Oh Paul don't worry so much, I always wake up early."
"Ok, that makes me feel better. Yum, are those pancakes for me?"
"Yea."
"Did you make them?"
"I slaved over them all morning, I mean opening that insta-pancake box had to be the hardest thing in my life." He laughed loudly and took the pancakes out of my hands.
"Next time ask for my help, I don't want you straining yourself to much."
"Will do." We sat on the floor and I handed him the syrup
Paul poured a hearty amount of syrup over the pancakes and then proceeded to eat them. I raised an eyebrow; I probably should have made more pancakes. As Paul came to an end of his eating fest he looked at me.
"Ah, shit. Did you want any?" I giggled at his worried face.
"No, I ate some downstairs." I lied smoothly.
"Good. So you ready for an adventure?" He stood up holding the plate and syrup jar in his hand.
"Depends, how dangerous is the adventure?" I motioned for him to follow me down stairs.
"Well since you're technically my mate now, it seems only fit for you to meet the rest of the pack."
"Mate?" I looked up at him confused.
"That's just another term for girlfriend."
"I'm your-We're going-Me and you?" I couldn't truly wrap my head around that idea.
"Stasia are you ok?" I clutched the side of the kitchen counter trying to regulate my breathing.
"Are you ok?" I asked incredulously.
"Why would I not be ok?"
"Who in there right minds would want ME as a girlfriend?" His face looked sad. He pulled me into a tight embrace as if he would never let go.
Point of View (Paul)
"Who in there right minds would want ME as a girlfriend?" I felt sadness sweep over my heart. I pulled into her hug.
I felt such anger towards whoever had convinced Stasia that she wasn't an angel. I wanted to hurt the person who had told her she was worthless. But the one thing I wanted most was to make her feel beautiful.
I longed to make her look at herself in a different way. I wanted her to understand and believe the things that I saw. I vowed to myself that I would make her feel beautiful.
"Stasia you'll just have to call me crazy because I want you as my girlfriend."
"Really?" She asked, looking up at me her wide hazel eyes sparkling.
"Well no, I want you to be much more then that but let's take it one step at a time."
"Sounds perfect to me."
Point of View (Stasia)
I sat on the couch staring at the floor. Paul had left just moments ago because he had to go get his motorcycle, which was still in La Push. My heart seemed to beat weaker when Paul was not around. As if it thought moments of living without Paul were pointless moments.
I began to tap my foot against the carpet, worry growing in my stomach at each passing second. Every few seconds I would glance at the door, hoping that Paul would walk through in all of his loving glory.
I chewed on my lower lip trying to keep a positive outlook. But each passing second made me think that Paul wasn't coming back. Even though I knew somewhere, deep down, that he would always come back, I still thought it. I kept wondering if he had just realized how pathetic I was and how it was stupid to go back.
I felt a tear trickle down my bruised face, I winced ever so slightly.
Point of View (Paul)
I morphed back in to human form as I reached Sam's cabin. Emily was out front her hand on her hip and an amused expression on her face. I followed her line of vision and I saw that Quil and Embry were fighting, again.
"You'd think that when they've been alive for almost 60 years they'd act more mature." Emily told me as I walked up to her.
"You'd think so wouldn't you?" I gave her a small hug and a peck on the cheek, she returned the gesture.
"Oh well, as long as no one gets hurt."
"It teaches them a lesson when they get hurt though." A booming, rusty voice sounded from behind us.
We both turned to see Jacob walking towards us.
"So violent Jacob, that's my role." I told him jokingly. He laughed loudly, catching Quil and Embrys attention.
"You're right; I should be more responsible shouldn't I?"
"Sadly, yes." I told him, he mocked a frown.
"So when are you bringing her over?" Emily's face lit with excitement over Jacobs words.
"Bringing who over?" She asked, grinning.
"Paul imprinted and he told her last night." Quil told Emily as he walked to join us, Embry was close behind.
"Get any action?" Embry waggled his eyebrows, I rolled my eyes.
"Aww, poor Paulipoo, the first girl to not jump on him." Quil's voice turned into a baby tone and he patted my arm sympathetically.
"Shut up." I growled at him.
"Its ok Paul, were here for you."
I snarled at Quil and Embry who were shaking with laughter.
"Jacob I have to go get her. I'll be back soon."
I ran into the woods and morphed back into my wolf form. I ran as fast as I could to my apartment, my longing for Stasia was egging me on. I ran into my apartment, put on fresh clothes then jumped on my motorcycle.
I reached Stasia's house in record time, I had gone just a bit over the speed limit. I jogged to her front door and opened it.
Stasia was lying on the couch staring at the floor, her face pained. She jumped as I entered the room her eyes flashed fear, pain, then happiness. She got up and ran into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her not ever wanting to let go.
"You came back." She mumbled, her face was still pressed into my chest.
"Of course I did, did you think I wouldn't?" I pulled her back and gave her a small kiss.
"Well I thought…" Doubt was obviously present in her voice so I gave her another kiss, one I deepened. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her body molded to mine.
I broke away, grinning. Her face was flushed a bright pink, and a light in her eyes appeared that had not been there before.
"So what exactly did you think?" I whispered into her ear.
"I love you." She whispered back.
"I love you more."
"I don't think that's possible." She told me.
"Want to bet?"
"No I only want you." My heart soared as she uttered those words.
"Well, congratulations Anastasia you're the grand-prize winner."
"Yes, what's my prize?" She grinned at me.
"This." I whispered.
I leaned down and kissed her. I pulled against me, letting my tongue graze her bottom lip. A moan escaped her lips, and my body filled with desire. Her mouth parted, letting me have full access. I explored her mouth, feeling my senses become attuned to her every movement and sound. Her moans were more prominent, my desire was too.
I broke away, watching as she inhaled much needed air. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with uncontrollable lust.
"Did you enjoy your prize?"
"For sure." She grinned as her breathing became regular.
"Excellent."
"Did you enjoy giving me my prize?" She asked playfully.
"For sure." I teased her.
"Excellent." She laughed, the sound was music to my ears.
"So are you ready to meet the rest of the pack now?"
"S-sure." She seemed extremely nervous.
"Don't worry, they're not going to morph into werewolves and eat you." I told her as I began to walk outside.
"I wasn't worried about."
"Then, what were you worried about?" I leaned against the motorcycle, waiting for her answer.
"Well…I…don't do very well in large groups. Especially large groups of uh men."
"So you're not scared of the werewolf side of us. But you're scared of the human part of us?" I raised one eyebrow; I was confused on why she would be so scared.
"Kind of, I just…" Her hand suddenly reached up to the large scar on her face.
I began to place pieces together. Someone had done that to her, and from what I knew, it must've been a man. I felt anger boiling beneath my skin, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. When I opened them I saw Stasia looking incredibly frightened.
"Paul, I didn't mean to anger you. I-i-it won't happen again."
"Stasia who is hurting you?" I clenched my fists, my anger was getting the better of me.
"Paul I don't-"
"Yes! You do know what I am talking about!" I shouted, angry that she would not trust me.
I glared at her. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes full of fear, and she seemed to be shaking. I felt my anger began to crumble as tears silently fell down her face.
"Paul I can't…" She broke down. She fell to the sidewalk sobbing.
My anger completely vanished as I kneeled down to comfort her. I reached for her but she flinched away. Pain replaced the anger as I realized this was mostly my fault. I reached for her again, she shied away, again.
She was frightened of me, completely and utterly frightened of me.
"Stasia, please don't be afraid of me. I didn't mean to scare you; I just can't stand not knowing who is hurting you. Please don't be scared, I will never hurt you."
She was still silent, tears splattered the pavement. I racked my brain for anything more to say, but I came up blank.
"I d-d-don't want to tell you." She looked up at me, her face a twist of fear and pain.
"Is it because you don't trust me?" I scooted towards her.
"No, I just…Paul i'm still surprised and confused about how you like me…and i'm afraid that you will think i'm pathetic if you knew the truth."
"Pathetic? How could you ever think such a thing? I value you over everything. My friends, my life, the world. I don't care if the whole world dies, as long as you're still with me. I only want for you to trust me. I want you to understand how much I love you."
"Do you really mean that?" I reached up and wiped a tear from her cheek and nodded.
"Of course. I would give up everything in my life just to be with you. If you died I would kill myself because I could never live without you."
"So you really want to know?" She whispered.
"It's the second thing I want most."
"What's the first?"
"I want you to understand how beautiful you really are. I want you to realize that you are worth it, that you aren't pathetic."
"Paul I don't know how to respond to that."
"Don't, just tell me who hurt you. Please?"
"I…it's my dad."
Those three words crashed down on me. Her dad, her own flesh and blood. Her father had given her those horrible scars, made her feel worthless. I felt my anger burst, I growled. I wanted so badly to go murder her dad.
I wanted to sink my teeth into him and rip him limb from limb. I wanted him to hurt as badly as he had hurt Stasia. I wanted him to die the most painful death possible.
"I'll kill him." I hissed, my eyes narrowing.
"Paul, no. Please calm down." Stasia looked frantic.
"Why not?" I felt myself shaking, taking deep breaths I tried to calm my self.
"He's too powerful. He'll hurt you and I wouldn't be able to stand it if you got hurt."
"Stasia i'm a werewolf." I stated bluntly.
"I know but I just don't want you getting hurt."
"I wouldn't." I pulled her into a tight embrace.
My anger ebbed away as I held her. Feeling her body mold to mine, hearing the beating of her heart soothed me. I still felt the hatred toward her father but I didn't want to ruin this moment. This would be a perfect day, Stasia would meet the pack and there would be no drama. Her father would be dealt with tomorrow.
"Stasia, how exactly did you get that scar?" I ran my finger over the jagged line.
"Glass." She whispered, looking away from me.
The anger roared up again. I felt my body twitch, my arms held Stasia tighter. He would never touch her again, ever. I wouldn't let Stasia go back to her house, ever. I would let her stay at my apartment, but first the hospital. I needed her to be examined; she looked too thin and malnourished.
I stood up, with her still in my arms. I would make sure she ate at Emily's. There was always tons of food there.
"Ready to go meet the pack now?"
"Yes, I actually am."
"Good and don't worry no one will hurt you. If anyone lays a finger on you they won't live to see the next hour."
"You have no idea how safe that makes me feel." She smiled up at me.
Well ok this started out as her meeting the pack, but I think this will be like a two part chapter. Kind of. Not cliffhanger just two parts. So yeah! This chapter was a big move in the plot! OMF! She told Paul, on the sidewalk…infront of her house…I find that funny…idk why. Ok now you NEED to tell me if I did good with Paul's reaction…Please! Please! Please!
Until Next Time
-INVX