Oh… my ….golly…gosh ness

Its….done!

This my lovely's is the end to THE CALLING OF THE INSANE!

But it isn't completely over! The sequel should be starting in a weeks time!

Wow… can't believe I'm finished with this part of it (wipes away tears)

Now since people reviewed the title to the sequel issssssssss. (I'm trying to give off a suspense feel)

The Calling of the Dead

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Answering Insanity

You need somebody to love you while you are looking for someone to love.

~Shelagh Delaney~

"Three weeks?"

"Three very long weeks."

"So… I've been nana napping for… three weeks."

"…Yeah"

Breathe in…Breathe out…Breathe in… Breathe o-

"And one day."

I leapt to my feet, the force of my leap from the bed making Paul bounce slightly on the mattress.

Calming implementation… Failed.

"Your kidding me! I swear to the painting god in his almighty crib that I had certainly been out for an hour at the least! So your telling me I've just been chilling on that bed for three fire trucking weeks!"

Paul stared at me calmly, his gentle grey eyes holding no surprise from my outburst.

"Like I said, three very long weeks." Paul looked down at his hands, his face consorting into his usual mask whenever he didn't want anyone to see he was upset about something. I sighed sadly at the look, knowing I was the cause of those eyes turning into a bottomless pit of depression. Ever since I woke up yesterday, Dr C and his (what I had now learnt to be his vampire children( and yes VAMPIRE)) companions came and went to check on me and see how I was going. And shockingly the usual in control Sam ran into the room a few minutes after I woke up and gave me a bear hug. Although sweet in the gesture, I'm pretty sure I'd rather keep my bones intact. All of the clones were glad for my awakening and Quil and Seth shed a few tears. Many of the things that have conspired ever since I woke up have been…. Different from what I was used too.

I had only ever been use to my father being by my side whenever I woke up, whenever I had an attack my dad would always be by my side all the time. Having so many people now that were worried about me and concerned for me was…. Kind of scary.

I paced back and forth on the wooden floors of my bedroom, Paul watching my every step in concern. Since I woke up Paul had been…. Even more protective.

I have yet to leave my bedroom, Paul worried that if I moved around in a bigger space it would be too much for me. But in all honesty, despite what had conspired the past 48 hours… I was feeling… like me again.

The memory of the little girl chained in my forgotten past was slowly fading as I forced myself to think of other things. The small recollections of my past also were fading, the large drop of water from my past was now simply evaporating into a fogged mist.

After my sob fest on Paul's shoulder I had immediately decided then and there that I was going to forget everything I had learnt in the past 48 hours. And that I was going to live my life.

But despite what my head thought what was best for my heart, my heart felt like it was going to crack into thousands of shards. I had left a little girl all alone in that nightmare that I myself had made. I knew I would never be able to forgive myself for such a thing.

But even though my heart knew the truth of a better option, the option that would have saved the little girl. My heart simply couldn't take the stress of knowing the toe-curling memories of my past.

Like any human in the world… I chose the better option for myself.

I now knew that the world wasn't as beautiful as I pictured, I now knew that the world was full of selfish and heartless people.

And I was one of them.

As a painter, you always had to look at things from a different point of view from everyone else. You had to see the world both in a light way… and a dark way.

I myself had refused the darkness of this world… because I was afraid the darkness within me would awaken… And that I would forget the light of this world.

To know both sides of the universe… was a true artist.

Yet even though I thought this way… I simply knew that the world was just that… good… and evil.

My paintings would only show the twisted ways of this earth, and the soothing ways.

The world was both of these things and was mingled together… this… the good and the bad…

Was simply the world we lived in.

In my known memories of the past… I saw the cruel and harsh side of the world I lived in. I saw the pain of losing what you loved most, seeing the faces of your beloved person die in front of you.

I saw the betrayal of family.

I saw the look of a mad man with blood on his hands as he hurt the people both biological and spiritually known as his family.

I know the feeling of living in a small world, having to rely on one person. Who wasn't even reliable enough to lean on.

I know the feeling of having no friends.

I know the feeling of waking up every morning and knowing that the room you slept in wasn't going to last.

I know the feeling a daughter has when her father abandons her, with no note or reason for leaving.

I know the feeling of being alone in the world.

But then again, I also knew other things.

I know friendship.

I know what it was like to have a big family without the pain.

I know what it was like to wake up in the morning and actually smile rather than frown.

I know what it was like to love a change rather than hate it.

I know what it was like to love.

I know what it was like to cry… and to cry on a shoulder you knew would never leave you.

Suddenly I felt arms wrap gently around my waist, the heat of the arms making me gasp and my heart race. Pauls lips gently brushed across the back of my head the feel of his lips so light I wasn't even sure if he had actually kissed me. I shuddered despite my best efforts and I turned around to face him, his grey eyes lightening my mood when I pushed my depressing thoughts aside.

I leant up on my toes, my 5'2 barley reaching his 7'1 height.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and sighed, enjoying the heat of his skin more than anything in this world. Even though his heat could be overwhelming, it constantly reminded me that… he was real. And that he wasn't a figment of my imagination.

Paul tightened his grip around my waist, his arms forming a shield slash prison in his embrace.

15 years… for 15 years, how had I lived without this man in my life?

"Oh!" I shouted as I pulled down my arms from Paul's neck my hand coming up to my mouth as a thought suddenly entered my mind.

Paul looked down at me, his eyes widening in concern as his arms fluttered over me.

"What! What is it! Did I squeeze you too tight?" Paul shouted nonsense as he leaned over me to look at my back where his arms had been looking for any sign of an injury. I chuckled lightly at his cuteness and swatted his panicking hand away.

"Nothing like that my dear pedo bear…. It's just… if I've been out for 3 weeks… that'd mean November 11th has already passed?" I questioned, my hand lowering from my mouth as I looked up a slightly calmer Paul as I reassured him.

"Yeah it has… Why?" Paul asked scratching the back of his head as he watched me, waiting for me to answer. I sighed sadly as he confirmed it.

"November 11th was my birthday."

Paul's posture became rigid and his eyes widened at my words.

I chuckled lightly, trying to ignore the feeling as my throat starting to clog up with tears. I wouldn't cry… I wouldn't cry in front of Paul. "It doesn't matter though! I'm going to have plenty of other birthdays anyway!" I shouted with another laugh, trying to cover up my disappointment.

Paul gazed at me, with that infuriating look he always gave me when I was lying. That look that made me feel like he could see right through my lies. Paul sighed slightly and leaned down toward me, resting his forehead against mine and closing his eyes. Him being this close to me made my heart race and my breath quicken and it was really peeving me off that all I could think about were those insanely hot lips of his.

"Never…" Paul started and I look up from his lips, hoping he didn't see me eye-kissing him. And fortunately enough his eyes were still closed.

"Never say… that the day you were born doesn't matter." He whispered as he leaned forward his lips finally brushing gently against mine. My eyes widened at his words and I leaned forward to kiss him back only to have him pull back before I could. I frowned at that and he chuckled lightly.

Suddenly wanting to be close to him, I leaned forward my head touching his chest lightly and I sighed at the unforgettable warmth of his body. I felt myself smile for the first time since I woke up and I laughed slightly, the feeling of being loved and wanted overwhelming and new to me.

"My dad, I always knew my dad loved me a lot… but for some reason… not once did we properly celebrate my birthday." I said a small smile still on my face as I thought of my dad. The way he would walk into a different kitchen each year with a small cupcake with a candle. The way he would pat my head and wish me a small forced birthday.

"Its never been a big deal for me, that why… That's why you saying that… makes me so happy." I smile up at Paul the anger at my father and the sorrow for my hardships unmistakable in his eyes.

After all these years, I knew why my dad was never truly happy with my birthday.

Because my birthday…. Was the day my mother and brother died.

My dad loved me more than anything, I knew he did and I loved him in return. He sacrificed everything for me. How things fully conspired on that day was unknown to me… But my dad had obviously ran from his home along with me, to protect me.

But… that other boy… Kyle? Why?

Why hadn't he taken him with him as well.

I blocked those thoughts out of my mind, the memory of my mother burnt on the ground with the bite marks of my uncle on her neck. I promised myself I would not let these memories awaken inside of me. I refused to heart… I refused to allow the entire evil of the world enter my world.

A hand rested on my shoulder and I looked up at Paul my heart beating faster as I saw those grey eyes. Every painting god time!

He leaned forward his lips brushing against mine again and this time I refused to let him move away. I pressed myself against his rock hard chest as our kiss turned from gentle to desperate.

Desperate for comfort.

Desperate for a better life.

Desperate for love.

Butterflies had a small party in my stomach as his hands twisted my hair, my heart racing to the point where I thought it was going to come racing out of my chest and dance on the floor.

My legs became weak from the kiss, and I mentally laughed at the thought, all along thinking it had always just been a cheesy line in books. Paul moved us away from our recent position and walking me backwards, me stumbling as I refused to let go of him.

Something hard banged against my back and I felt insanely satisfied that the wall behind me was pressing us closer together. As Paul kissed me more desperately, I found my lungs begin to struggle and my chest felt tighter. I tried to breathe through my nose, but ended up finding it hard to do so.

I pushed onto Paul's shoulder but ended up failing at my efforts of pushing him away, his body practically super glued to the ground. As I felt my chest tighten even more I pushed my lips away from his gasping for ear.

"To-too l-long!" I gasped out as I struggled for air.

Paul stared down at me and after a few seconds of watching me gasp for breath he threw back his head and laughed that deep rumble of a chuckle. I glared at him as he annoyingly found humour in my almost death experience.

"Sh-shut up!" I gasped out as I punched his shoulder lightly.

Paul stopped laughing and wiped away the small tears that had leaked out of his eyes from his laughing fit. Paul stepped away from me, and I immediately missed the warmth of his body. Paul sighed slightly and stood with his arms by his side, the fact that he wasn't close to me made me feel nervous all of a sudden. I gave him a questioning look, but I also made no move to step closer to him. Even though he was right in front of me… why was I always so afraid when I couldn't feel his warmth? Paul cleared his throat at my look and turned his head in the direction of my bathroom door.

"You know in the old days… I never thought I would be so whipped." Paul chuckled lightly.

I snorted at his words and arched my eyebrow from his words. "I'd never think you to be the type to admit yourself being whipped." I said with a grin.

Paul rubbed the back of his neck nervously and chuckled lightly.

"I guess now I don't have the right to tease the others for imprinting." He sighed.

Imprinting? I looked at him questioningly at the word, the first thing coming to mind was when an animal see's their mother for the first time. Paul's eyes widened slightly and he smacked his palm at his forehead lightly.

"I cant believe it, I never told you did I?" Paul laughed lightly for the thousand time and I frowned wanting him to get to the point. Paul cleared his throat at my glare.

"Well, I was kind of hoping to tell you at the bonfire but that pasted while you were out. Pretty much… people of La Push who have the werewolf gene and have the ability to shift have this… this fortunate ability to find their soul mate." Paul struggled with his worlds, seeming to think things over as he spoke.

"Soul mate?" I asked as my eyes widened as a thought raced into my mind, causing my legs to shake at the thoughts. Paul… Paul had the ability to know who he was meant to be with?

Wh-what if… what if Paul found his soul mate… surely he would go to his soul mate if he found her.

I mean… I knew that soul mates would have a strong connection… that means…

Paul would leave me.

Tears slid down my cheek and in a hurry I put my head down hoping Paul hadn't seen the tears.

"W-Wow! That's s-so cool! So is that w-what Emily and Sam have, and Qu-Quil, Claire and Jared and Kim? They must be so happy! And surely you will be when you find your soul mate!" I choked on my words a fake smile on my face as I stared at the ground, tears falling down like rain as they splashed onto the wooden floor.

A warm hand touched my chin and my head was forced to look upward, my attempt at hiding my tears failing as Paul frowned.

"I already have found her." He said with a gentle smile.

My eyes widened, a thought entering my mind before I immediately erased it from my mind.

Couldn't be me.

Another though entered my mind, an image of a pretty girl on Paul's phone, the memory of a girl calling out to Paul in a loving tone.

My head burned, my chest burned as I let my mind assume the worse rather than thinking things over like a normal person would. Paul… was deceiving me all along.

My skin burned and like any real girl would, in a fit of rage.

I aimed for the baby maker.

Paul kneeled to the ground his hands clutching his crotch as he moaned in pain.

"That's the s-second time!" He shouted.

I breathed heavily as I looked down at the crime I committed and with a girly humph I walked toward the door and opened it harshly preparing to slam it. Only to come face to face with a group of eaves droppers.

There outside my bedroom door, stood all of the gang and surprisingly even Leah was amongst the group. All were wearing guilty faces as they slowly leaned away from the door, Quil even had the guts to whistle.

"Hey guys, what ya doing here?" I said with a cold glare as they all turned away from me.

Sam cleared his throat and being the bravest of them all stepped in front of Emily, as if afraid I'd attack her. "All I have to say to you Addison, is you really need to stop over thinking things." Sam said as he looked over my shoulder and with a nod of his head he grabbed onto Emily's hand and pulled her away from me. "C'mon guys! Give them some privacy or you'll all be given more patrol shifts!" Sam ordered and from his threat of more work everyone filed out of the hallway.

As the disappeared down the stairs, I felt rather than I heard him as Paul's warmth overwhelmed me from behind me. "Sam's right you know. Before you go kicking me in the crotch you should at least hear everything I have to say." Paul whispered near my ear, his warm breath making me freeze.

Paul's long fingers gently brushed the hair away from my neck and he placed a gentle kiss making my body shiver at the butterfly kiss. "You." He whispered against my neck.

"You…You…Always you." He whispered over and over.

I moved out of his embrace despite what my heart thought and turned to look at him, my heart racing at his overwhelming words. "What are you saying Paul! You can't just touch me like that! You can't just tear my heart into tiny pieces and remind me that I'm not yours! And that you're not mine!" I cried, sobs wrenching through me as my skin burned. I looked up as a loud crunch echoed through the hall and in front of me Paul had his hand in the wall of the doorway.

"You are mine! And I am most certainly yours!" Paul shouted as he lowered his fist, no wound on his skin but only the hole in the wall. "You are my imprint! You idiot!" He shouted as he leaned forward his lips crashing against mine in a desperate frenzy.

Kisses had always been known as a sign to show you loved a person, but of course they had always been used as a deceit on another as a way to gain what they wanted. But kisses like the one Paul gave me.

Made me feel like I was entering hell, but even though I was inside this hell. I had Paul by my side. And I knew… that even if our love existed in hell…

We would keep on walking till we found the light.

Paul pulled back from me his forehead resting gently against mine as we both gasped for breath. The kiss overwhelming both of us. Paul looked into my eyes, the green specks in his eyes almost shining.

"I think we need to find a better word than love." Paul whispers with a small chuckle.

My eyes widened at his words and I smiled slightly.

"How about, I bread you?" I questioned with a small laugh as Paul fake vomited at the word.

"Why bread?"

"I dunno, you got any better idea's?" I questioned making a challenge game for him.

"How about I just show you how I feel?" Paul whispered with that drool worthy smile.

My heart stuttered a beat as he leaned in, my chest tightening at the sentiments swirling inside of me. But we were interrupted, a small choked sob echoed down the hall and Paul and I turned our heads. Ready to kill whoever ruined the moment.

Quil stood at the stairs along with Jared and Seth, Quil with his burly shoulders shaking from tears.

"I-I'm s-so happy fo-for you guys!" Quil shouted as he came running toward us his arms spread wide for a hug. Paul rushed in front of me, almost as if he were about to take a bullet for me and Quil crashed into him. Quil cried into his shoulder as he sobbed over and over about how happy he was for us.

I laughed slightly as I saw the rest of the clones slowly creep up the stairs, all obviously who have been listening to our assumed private moment.

As laughter filled the hall I turned to Paul who was awkwardly patting Quil's shoulder as he cried, yet he was watching me as Emily gave me a hug and congratulated me.

Through time, we all learn about what its like to feel anger, to feel hatred both on the pitching and receiving end. From time, we learn how to love and be loved. Time teaches us everything, because without time we would never progress.

Without time we would never change.

We learn from heartbreak as well, because whenever we are broken, we learn from that mistake. And even when we feel alone in the world, we put ourselves back together.

Even though we learn to trust and connect with others, even though we feel the desire to have someone hold us and care for us. Although comforting… we must learn to be strong.

Time…

And heartbreak…

All of which can make us stronger.

The image of my mother's face surrounded by the fire I controlled entered my mind, the move of her lips I had remembered suddenly had words.

"Addison, always know that mummy loves you and that she will never hate you. Mummy could never hate you. But mummy has to make things this way. Mummy has to go. Someday you'll have somebody that will be able to teach you the good and the bad of life. And…. I can't be that person…. I'm sorry Addison, I love you so much. But to make you happy …. I have to kill a part of you first."

I smiled as the words flowed into my memory and with a raise of my head I erased them.

Time breaks us, memories break us.

But when we're broken a part of us becomes insane.

That's right… insanity calls out to us and we feel the desire to follow that calling of insanity.

But inside insanity, there is always a reason.

A reason for the monster that burns you in the flames of hades.

When we're broken we are insane.

My eyes raised up to Paul, his grey eyes on mine.

But when we are in love…

We answer the call of insanity.

T-The End!

(sob!) its over my lovely's!

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*All characters bow*

Addison-" So check me out in The Calling of The Dead, I super hot in it…. Literally I burn a lot in and it sucks!" Addison frowns and Paul gives her a kiss on the cheek.

Quil- "S-so cute!"

Jared-" Group hug!"

Everyone huddles together and has a huggle time!

See you in the sequel!