IMPRINT; THE ART OF FINDING YOUR OTHER HALF …
Steven's Story
Jacob and I spent the night wrapped in each other's arms. Jacob slept, but not well, his forehead was creased with worry and I new that he was being plagued by horrible nightmares. I didn't sleep much. I had a lot on my mind, I thought about Edward a little. I tried not to think of him too much, it stung. But I had to wonder what he had come back for. I also had a fear that if I were to close my eyes for too long, I would open them and Jacob would be gone, which stung a whole lot worse than thinking of Edward.
It wasn't that I didn't trust Jacob not to leave me, more like I didn't trust myself to have not dreamed up this whole thing. After all, I did go at least half crazy during the months I spent zombified, separated from Edward. Awaiting his return. Or waiting for the pain to stop. I wasn't sure why I had stayed in Forks. Maybe it was because deep down I knew that there was something there waiting for me, my Fate was tied to Jacobs and we needed each other, so I didn't leave. Although it might have been easier to not think about Edward in Florida or anywhere else that wasn't Forks, I couldn't bring myself to leave, and as I held Jacob through the night, I was very glad that I had stayed. At least long enough to leave, with Jacob by my side. Our hearts attached.
It made me wonder if I had the justification to be mad at Edward. After all, Jacob and I would have never been together like this, if Edward had stayed. So did I owe him a thank you? That would go well, I was sure. Sarcasm. 'Thank you so much for playing with my emotions and breaking my heart, so Jacob had the chance to fix it, and I had the chance to realize that I deserve better than you and you suck!'
Jacob would probably appreciate it to an extent; he'd feel bad about my pain, but good about Edward getting what he deserved. Too bad it wasn't something that I would ever say. After all, when was the next time I was actually going to see Edward Cullen? Never. I had Jake and I was not running after that vampire. And considering that he had left me, I knew he wasn't running after me either. So there was no reason to think about him any longer. It was over. I had Jacob, securely in my arms, my lips lightly pressed up against his bare chest. Oh yeah, this was the life.
I sighed, content.
I was so happy to have Jacob, he meant more to me than anyone else, and even though we wouldn't have eternity, our love was so beautiful, so right, and it was so worth it. We wouldn't live forever, but we would still live for each other.
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Steven came over for breakfast, before Jacob went to work. I didn't mind cooking extra for him, I liked Steven, he was sweet. Reminded me a lot of Jacob, with his carefree nature. And he was very fun and easy to Talk to. And clearly kind. Well, didn't I know who I wanted to baby sit my child? Yeah I did. If he was interested, I very much wanted him to consider being Godfather, or favorite uncle, whatever, just be involved. Even though I didn't know very much about him, I could see how he interacted with Jacob and I, he was a nice person. Steven and Jacob were the nicest people I knew, outside of family.
That was why, as Jacob left for work, after breakfast and kissing me goodbye sweetly, I didn't mind that Steven lingered in the doorway and asked if he could spend time with me today.
"So I don't have to sit at home bored" was Stevens's answer, after I looked at him questionably. He knew that I was wondering how entertaining sitting at home with me while I cook and clean and sit on the couch to watch T.V could be.
I would have believed that he really just didn't want to go home (his face was smooth with no hint of a lie) if I hadn't noticed Jacob giving him a pointed look. A shared secret, clearly. And I was sure that at some point, in a secretive way, Jacob had asked him to stay with me today. But I didn't mind, much. Whatever his fear was; that I would run off while he was away, or that I would break down, or anything else, I would hang out with Steven so Jacob would realize that he was being silly. I'd behave, instead of starting a fight over not needing a babysitter, which almost did. But I vowed to make Jacob happy, so I would let Steven stay.
I walked over to join Steven on the couch and to take my television remote from him. In the one second it took me to say by to Jacob and tell him to have a good day, Steven had changed the T.V to the sports network. Honestly, no. I wasn't much for sports. The most interested I ever was in sports was the Cullen's playing baseball. I winced, but surprisingly it was only out of habit. It didn't hurt to think of them. That was good. No, it was excellent. Jacob was so perfect. Okay, I was sure now, I couldn't possibly be mad at him and Charlie, they had been right in sending me away secretly.
As I changed the channel back to the movie I had been watching, I turned to face Steven.
I smirked.
"Jacob asked you to baby sit did he?"
Steven looked up at me between the hair that had fallen over his eyes, too innocently, and smiled softly.
"Of course not"
"Then why are you here? Hanging around with a pregnant lady that does next to nothing all day like I do, can't be much more fun than sitting at home. And at least there you can watch what you want on T.V" I said, as I waved the remote teasingly. He sighed. He knew that he'd have to tell me, or I would keep pressing. Wahoo, I won! Okay that's enough of that. I looked at him, waiting for an explanation
"Jake didn't ask me to baby sit exactly. More like, make sure you had everything you needed. He wanted me to take care of you. He was looking out for you. He worries about you, constantly. I don't think you understand. He's imprinted. That's deep. Its heartbreaking what your pain does to him. I've seen it; it isn't pretty. You pain and unhappiness is agony for him. He loves you very much. His life is, very literally, for you."
That broke my heart. I hadn't realized the full extent of emotional damage I could be causing Jacob. I always knew that his pain was my pain, and it didn't occur that my pain was his pain. Ouch. I was very sorry, but …
"I'm happy. I don't understand" I understood that I was causing him pain with my pain, but I wasn't in pain anymore.
"Your still stressed. He sees it, feels it. He knows you love him, but he knows you still love your old boyfriend. It hurts him. He deals with it though, for you. Because he's so very much in love with you."
"I love him to death, way more than my old boyfriend. Doesn't he understand that? If I didn't I would not have run off with him, and If I had, I wouldn't have stayed after I found out that my old boyfriend was back. I'm happy, really happy." It was kind of weird to be having this conversation with Steven instead of Jacob. But, I knew instantly why I wasn't having this conversation with Jacob; he was too worried that it would stress me out if he told me that he was hurting.
"Hmmm" that was all I could get out, I was in deep thought, so was Steven, but I doubted that it was over the same thing that I was thinking.
I turned back to my movie. It was interesting. The Order. Something about a sin eater, and a man and a woman in love. He gives up his priest hood to be with her, even though she tried to kill him once. And was sent away for it, then broke out and he hid her from authorities. It seemed strange.
"Why would you be with someone who came so close to killing you?" I asked out loud. Steven and I flinched at the same time. I realized at the very moment I said it; I had done that very thing with Edward. He was very close to killing me, all the time. Its funny how now I realized just how unhealthy he really was. But I didn't understand Stevens Pain. I looked at him curiously, half expecting a story, and half making sure that he was all right.
He looked down for a moment. I didn't think that he was going to tell me what was wrong. But after a little bit longer, he whispered.
"I Imprinted. On a girl named Elana, she had been my girlfriend for years. I loved her. Even without the imprint, I knew she was the one." He paused. Remembering, I guessed. It was clear that he loved her. His voice had a tone of adoration to it. It was sweet. It sounded a lot like how I spoke of Jacob, no wonder everyone thought that we were dating.
He continued, "The only thing that changed, when I did, was that I could tell her, everything. About me, the pack. I wasn't surprised when she said she loved me anyway. Wolf or not. But I didn't have control, not like Jacob. And I did almost kill her. I phased, and she was much too close. I-I-I bit her."
He stuttered. I could see it was hard. And I put my hand on his, for comfort. I was about to tell him that he didn't have to continue, that it was none of my business. But he started again before I had the chance to speak.
"I almost took her arm off. It was bad. I felt horrible. I would have thrown myself under a bus, just to make her feel better. She assured me it was okay. That she still wanted to be with me, that she still loved me. But I couldn't be near her. She didn't deserve a monster. She was much too sweet. She was very kind. Always smiled. And she fell in love with me, which was such a mistake. But she refused to stay away from me. I ran from her. Much like Jacob, who ran from you. For Protection. Of course it didn't work. She would call or come by. She would say things like 'if you love me so much, you'll be here when I need you' which made trying to leave her so much harder. And one day, after weeks of her refusing to leave, she followed us. The entire pack. We were going into the woods, to fight vampires. A cult of human drinkers that we needed away from our land. And she, stupidly, tried to save me. She jumped in front of one of them that was going strait for my throat, and he-he got her. As soon as he realized what he did, he ran. Coward. And I was in too much pain to follow him. I wanted to kill him, I really did. But I couldn't leave her, she was screaming; 'Steven, it burns, help me!' and I knew that there was only one-way to help her. I had to, end her life. Before she turned into a vampire. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. That's when I left the pack too. Moved up here. I couldn't stand to be near them. It hurt much too bad. I tried to kill myself once too. Werewolves heal to fast to effectively slit their own throats, and as soon as it healed I realized how much that would have hurt Elana, if she knew. Then her death would be in vain, because she was trying to save me. So I lived, but I left. That was like, 50 years ago though, I'm better now, not completely. It still hurts, a lot, but it's easier to deal with now. I love her very much. It hurts to think of the one you love in pain. I was no good for her, I warned her! I did. And she died for me. Because of me, because of what I am."
My heart broke for Steven, and his imprint, Elana. His other half, his soul mate. That he had lost, and blamed himself for. I hugged him, I didn't know what else to do, and I knew that nothing I could say would make him feel better. He sobbed into my solider. And I cried too. It was very emotional. It hurt, and somehow it brought us closer.
Stevens staying home with me made sense now. He knew of the bond between a wolf and him soul mate. And he wanted Jacob to be happy, because he couldn't be. That was very selfless, and very sweet. Yes, Steven was defiantly the kindest person I knew.
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"I need more whipped cream, this is ridiculous" Steven stated. I laughed. He was hilarious. He must have gone through like two cans by now. What amazed me though, he would not be sick after all that. I would have been throwing up by now.
We were currently sitting in 'Dave's' a little diner on the corner of our street. It served food and ice cream, which I though was a good way to cheer Steven up. It seemed to work. He was sugar high and seemed to be back to his old, carefree self. But the amount of whipped cream he has just consumed was ridiculous.
"They are going to throw us out, you'll eat them out of a years worth of whipped cream, in an hour!" I laughed again.
Steven didn't find it as amusing as I did. Uh oh. Stevens smile faded. He glared at me from across the table. I was worried about what I had done wrong, until he threw a spoonful of whipped cream at me. His smile returned. And then it was on. Yes, we wouldn't be able to come to Dave's ever again, but we had an ice cream fight. That was so fun and very worth being kicked out.
We walked back to my apartment, laughing like crazy, as I tripped up the street; I couldn't see where I was going, because there were tears in my eyes, from laughing so hard.
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Jacob couldn't keep from laughing when we walked into the apartment. We looked so stupid. Ice cream, sprinkles and everything else were currently all over our faces and in our hair. He couldn't even stop laughing long enough to ask what the hell happened. I wished that he had been there for it; he would have enjoyed an ice cream fight. And because I am a nice person like that, I jumped into his arms and whipped the ice cream from my face to his. You know, so he wouldn't feel left out and would be part of the fun. He kissed my ice cream covered face, and licked my lips. We laughed. And he threatened to get me back for covering his clothes and face in ice cream.
That was when he and Steven, who of course was on Jacobs's side, despite spending the day with me, proceeded to tickle me half to death. I tried to run, and I was tackled unto the couch. Which would need cleaning after this, the three of us were covered in ice cream. I laughed, and kicked and tried to get them off of me. Screaming
"Steven! All the time we spent together?!' and ' Jacob, I love you!" they didn't listen. They laughed harder. It was tickle torture to the fullest. Ha, it was fun though.
I'm not sure how I got them off of me. But at some point, we all ended up in the bathroom, trying to clean the ice cream off. We didn't want to be sticky. But we didn't feel like showering. It worked. Yay for bathes in the sink. We were not clean but the ice cream was gone. That was enough for now. We would shower later.
We ended up in front of the T.V. watching God knows what. I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking of Jacob, who's lap I was currently on. I was going to talk to him about everything that Steven said. He had to know that I loved him. If he didn't get it now, he would get it later. I would explain it to him, the way I meant to that night in the hotel room. When I first told him that I needed him.
But it would have to wait, for now I would enjoy this mindless movie with my two favorite Wolf Boys, Steven and Jacob. It was strange. We were like family. I loved it. I kissed Jacobs cheek and went back to staring at the T.V. oh yes, I was happy. And nothing was going to ruin that. I wouldn't let it.
A/N : okay so that was long. i think the longest chap. in this story. and i think that it was interesting, so u needah review, so i can update faster. Edward comes back soon, and starts Trouble. and ill tell you right now, a fight is comming up, and some1 might have to die. oh no. but u wont kno who, unless you review. that kindah rymed.
so, Elana is actually one of my best friends. her picture is on my profile. sry i had 2 kill you off babygirl :)
and i put lots of dialouge in there bcuz some1 sed that there wansnt enough so thats for u reviewer who sed that. :)
AND READ MY STORY 'REAL MONSTERS', CUZ ITS KOOL. LIKE ME. AND ANYONE WHO READ IT WILL BECOME COOL TOO. MAYBE NOT. ID ONT KNOW. HAHAHA. & REVIEW THAT TOO. K THX BYE. :p