Previously on Entirely Unique:

This wasn't something we could get over in a matter of days, heck we probably never would be the same again, and I was looking forward for the blood sucker to get what was coming to her.


Peter's Story

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"So, what are you gonna do?" PJ asked defiantly, getting in Dad's face. We were all still at the Main House with Nessie since she was on bedrest, but the more pressing issue now that Spencer was buried and Mom was okay was to deal with Lleyna.

Most of us were still subdued from Jacob's speech but it didn't really change anything. We were still tense and angry and taking sides. Finally, my twin couldn't hold it in any longer. For the record, I was three seconds behind him in jumping in and saying the same thing.

"That is none of your concern." Jacob said, his tone as calm as he could muster, though I knew he really wanted to phase and order us to silence our questions. "Any of your concerns." He said, looking each of his kids present in the eye.

The weight of his severity was frightening; and I'm not easily frightened.

"Why don't you all give your mother some rest." Esme said sweetly, coming in the room and taking a seat next to Nessie on the bed. She looked like a nurse in her white dress. Despite the prosthetic arm, she still looked like the confident vampiress she was.

Edward gave Mom a kiss on the forehead, Bella hugged her lightly, and each of the kids took turns with our goodbyes as well. Jacob was the only one left when I shut the door, but I knew that the imprint bound him to her and the two of them wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm glad I don't have one. Especially since Dad didn't exactly get the best pick of imprints. Don't think I'm dissing on my mom or anything for even a second because I love her to death and I don't think my life would be the same without her in it.

But facts don't really lie. Wolves and vampires are enemies, so imprinting on a half-vampire and having to defy your entire upbringing for a girl (a baby no less!) that is supposedly your soul mate?

Well, I know I'm not strong enough to allow that to happen.

I'd rather live the rest of my life without someone than to imprint on a blood sucker, especially after seeing what it did to Lleyna. She threw everything away for "love" and a taste of the dark side and now Spencer was dead. I knew I wasn't the only wolf that hoped she got kicked off the Rez.

Edward shot me a glare, but I ignored him and his mindreading skills. "We need to talk son." He said, trying to pull me aside.

I shook him off, latching on to PJ instead and whispered, "race ya," under my breath. PJ, not being one to ever lose at anything, took off running and I followed behind, happy to be free of the Main House, my grandfather, and everything else that seemed to be weighing on my mind lately.

When we were in the woods near our house, I came to as much of a stop as my two gangly legs could. We didn't phase because JJ had all but ordered us not to, but that really wasn't the reason. Mostly we wanted our thoughts to ourselves. If PJ's were half as bad as mine, I knew he wouldn't be phasing anytime soon.

"What do you say we pay Sister Dearest a visit?" I asked darkly, unable to contain my joy at the thoughts running through my mind.

I had a plan and I knew my twin would be in on it as soon as I spoke it out loud. We were constantly getting in trouble for our pranks, though we hadn't pulled one in quite some time now since all of this stuff had been going down.

"What'd ya have in mind?" Paxton whispered, his eyes glinting with anticipation...

Fifteen minutes later, after stopping at the local grocery store, we strolled into the house with big smiles on our faces and the tune to "It's a small world after all" humming in our thoughts.

Charlie glared at us from the couch. Since she couldn't read our minds, she assumed we were up to no good. Some stupid mindreaders' guilt or something that made them all paranoid. But for once, she'd be correct.

"What are you guys doing?" Charlie asked, trying to glance at what was inside the two white bags we were carrying. "What's in that?"

But we just shook our heads and kept going. I was half tempted to get Skylar to join us since I knew she was on our side against Lleyna, but she was out with her little imprint Oscar and it wasn't worth tracking her down. She'd hear about our prank anyways. The whole Rez would.

We took the stairs two at a time, not caring how much noise we made since everyone but Abby had super hearing anyways. When we were outside of Lleyna's room, we pulled the bottles out of the bags and flipped open the white lids.

Without looking into the room, we blindly shot the ketchup out of the containers to splatter the whole room while we screamed, "Suck this, Neckbitter."

The plan was to spray Lleyna with the ketchup so when she saw that it looked like blood and she was in her crazy withdrawl state, she would go crazy and start trying to eat it as if it were blood.

I glanced around at our handy work, proud that we had pulled it off and the whole room literally was covered in red, when I finally rested my eyes on Lleyna.

She was sitting on her bed, her hand resting on her still growing pregnant stomach, and tears were falling from her eyes faster than she could stop them and pretend like our prank hadn't upset her.

Oh crap. This was the last thing I expected to happen. Dad was going to kill us...