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"I'm not sure what's better..." Paul said thoughtfully, already sipping loudly from the plain cup he cradled in his hands. "Hot coco... or the shower."

I rolled my eyes at the wolfish grin, almost feeling his pride glowing against my back. "Typical male." I muttered under my breath, turning to face my lover and sliding chocolate cookies over to him. I could almost hear my trainer yelling at me in the back of my mind but I shrugged it off, shoving a biscuit in my mouth.

"I'm adding cookies to my list now." Paul added happily, munching away on the home baked foodstuff. He was almost childishly swinging his legs back and forth from where he sat on the counter next to me, beaming brightly. "But so far sex trumps cookies."

I almost spat out my mouthful, turning an amused glare on the man. As I watched him scope out the house, a thought hit me and I blanched, choking slightly. Paul absently hit my back gently as I took a few mouthfuls of coco, the thought running wild in my head.

"Paul," I said meekly, gaining his attention. "I swear on my father that if you so much as think about that shower while you're in wolf form, I will ban you from even sleeping in the same room as me." I warned, strength now in my voice as I hushed out my command.

Paul went red as he coughed slightly, nodding quickly as I cocked a brow at the man. "Yeah, I'll try to avoid that." He said into the silence left by my comment. The red faded quickly as he took more noisy slurps from his cup, already back to his previous smug mood.

I sighed and leant back, resting my elbow on his thigh as we fell into a comfortable silence. The thick silence was only ever broken by the occasionally slurp or rustle of clothing as we shifted. I was quite content, still basking in the heat left from the heated water of the shower and Paul's skin. It took me a few seconds to realise that the cooler air left by the storm should've made me shiver by now and I turned, leaning into Paul as I gazed out the window.

"The storm sure dispersed quickly," I mused, blowing on the surface of the boiling water before taking a generous sip. Paul turned, studying the outside world as I had, a frown taking over his smirking lips.

He nodded absently, humming under his breath. "Same old meek weather though," He huffed, finishing his drink and turning the cup upside down in the sink before facing me with a smile. "It was strange though, you have to admit."

I cocked my head at him, offering the endless pit the rest of my hot drink. He took it graciously. "What was strange?" I managed to ask, leaning more into his warmth.

"The storm." He reminded me, poking me lightly in the ribs. "It came out of nowhere, a few minutes after you left..." A cocked eyebrow was shot in my direction and I frowned, backing away from him slightly and tugging at the tank top I used as pyjamas.

"Thinking I caused it?" I wondered aloud, blinking slightly. Paul downed the drink again in record time, quickly holding out his arms in the universal gesture for a hug. I breathed in deeply, moving forward and accepting his embrace with a hum. "Possible." I had to keep an open mind. I was the daughter of the devil; so to speak, there could be no limit for my power.

"Ah I dunno," Paul admitted, brushing his fingers through my short, raven hair. "I think I've been watching too much Percy Jackson." He shrugged off, resting his chin on my head. I closed my eyes as I mulled over the words he just offered to me. "Not that I watch that though." He quickly added, pulling back so he could glare meaningfully at me.

I nodded, wide eyed before he snorted, knowing I would use the information against him later. "Should've kept my damned mouth shut," He huffed, nuzzling into my neck and letting out a breath. I wiggled when the hot air hit my breath, wrinkling my nose and trying to shift away. Paul chuckled, purposefully blowing behind my ear and I snapped, slapping at his bare shoulder as I backed away with a chuckle.

He rubbed at the spot I had hit with a pout, faking annoyance and pain. I shook my head in amusement, moving back and quickly putting our cups in the dishwasher as he jumped off the counter.

"Wanna watch a movie or something?" He asked with a yawn, turning to face me with two raised brows. I turned the washer on, habitually putting a dishwashing tablet in there as he talked.

"Uh, have we got anything?" I asked, turning to face him as I wiped my hands on my pyjama shorts. The small chibi animals didn't complain as I used them like a dish towel. "Other than my bad C-rated horror movies?" I chuckled, winking at him as I leant back closing the kitchen blinds. It was a habit, to lock up before bed or before I'd settled down for the night.

Paul trailed after me as I went to check the front and back door, "Maybe there's some sappy romance on TV," He offered already flipping the screen on and watching it flicker to life. He dropped himself on the couch, going through the channels with a puckered mouth. I wandered around him, closing curtains and double checking locks. "How about this one... Date Night? Is it sappy?"

I shrugged, stretching myself out next to him, "No, I think it's a comedy actually. Pretty good from what I've heard." I added with a small sneeze.

"Even better," He sung under his breath, turning up the volume and dropping the remote, arms automatically wrapping around me.

"I am getting really sick of these emergency meetings." I huffed, crossing my arms as Paul hurried around the bedroom. The bed was already colder with his absence and I wrinkled my nose, curling my legs up to my chest in an attempt to keep warm.

Paul shot me an apologetic look, "I'm sorry Drew, I really am but Sam said it was important when he rang." He reminded me, already shoving his phone in the pocket of his jeans. He continued to hurry around, moving wildly like a headless chicken in his attempt to prevent a late arrival. "I promise I'll be back by lunch." He leant over to kiss me goodbye before freezing, "Well, I'll try to be." He smiled, planting a solid kiss on my puckered lips.

I pouted as he pulled back, unfolding my arms and hugging my knees tightly. With a look over at my alarm clock, the pout deepened. "Come on Paul, the sun hasn't even risen yet!" I snapped. My annoyance at the constant meetings was understandable but I knew it wouldn't help my lover. I sighed before biting back more scathing words, accepting his worried gaze. "Sorry." I murmured.

He smiled again, "Look I don't blame you for being pissed and I am too but when Sam calls... I have to go." He explained, another kiss following his words. I accepted the lip lock happily, scratching at his clothed chest lightly before pushing him back.

"You'd better go then." I said with a soft smile, tucking the blankets around myself again and laying down. "Lock the door behind you, yeah?" I continued before snuggling into my cool pillow and watching the lights flick off.

Paul's footsteps echoed down the stairs and I sighed again, already beginning to sit up. Paul had lived with me coming on a week now but I couldn't sleep without his presence, usually tossing and turning instead. As soon as he left the house I would get up and just have an early start on my day instead of sleeping in.

I chuckled as I stumbled around my room, throwing on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. I used to be the queen of sleeping into the late afternoon, oblivious to the world around me for hours at a time. But now I got up early, usually rising when my lover did or when I expected company to ring or drop by.

The pack really had changed me a lot.

As I staggered down the stairs, I became lost in my thoughts again, albeit less pleasant ones. Karla's funeral was scheduled to happen in a few days, seeing as she had been on ice longer than nessercary. Just like with Mum's, I had pushed it as far as I could, leaving more of the details to the Cullen family who had the money and time to give her the funeral she deserved.

I would have to thank them later, not that I hadn't already. Carlisle had been an angel of mercy since our move here, patching up my hurt in more ways than one. I don't know if I would've been able to handle managing the funeral on my own.

No, scratch that. I know I wouldn't have been able too.

I spared the clock a look as I wandered into my study. It was just past five and I contemplated whether it would be okay to call said Vamps now and go over the details. They had told me to call them about the smaller things, what flowers she'd want, the music... etc etc.

I sighed as I reached over for the small hand held phone, holding it up as I typed in a number. The phone made a series of beeps against my ears and I winced at the sudden loud noise after listening to the calm of the house.

"Hello?" The chipper voice made me wince more and rubbed my temple feeling a headache bloom there.

"Hey Alice." I greeted back.

I had had the honour of meeting the Cullen family not too long ago, at Jake's insistence. I hadn't really given thought to whether I should've before I had said yes, happy to do something for Jacob. Of course though, the meeting had been awkward at best but the happiness Jake was radiating was well worth it.

And meeting the young vampire hybrid had been interesting to say the less.

"Oh Drew! How are you?"

I smiled against the receiver, almost thankful for Alice's constant happy mood. "I'm fine thanks, and yourself?"

We exchanged pleasantries for the next few minutes and I endured a few stabs at my wardrobe before I pushed to the topic at hand.

"I was actually calling about Karla's funeral Alice," I informed the bright eyed Vampire, hearing her suck in a habitual breath. I waited for a reply, hearing a few papers rustling as the woman gathered a writing instrument.

"Okay, I wasn't expecting you to actually call. I mean, I thought you'd write a letter to be honest." She said, high voice sounding sad. "I didn't think you'd be brave enough." I almost narrowed my eyes at the comment before I understood, already nodding along with the comment.

"Yeah, neither did I but I needed to get my mind off... other things." I lied. "Now, uhm, you asked about flowers right? I was thinking Forget-me-nots. I know they're on the small side but Karla adored them and they were at mum's funeral..." I trailed off, sketching the fore mentioned flower on a spare piece of paper in front of me. "Karla was actually going to get a tattoo of one on her ankle..." I mused.

Alice hummed, "Good choice, they are beautiful." She agreed. "Now, I know what you mean by small but I can easily fix that with numbers." She sung before clearing her throat. "And... the music?"

I blinked to clear my vision as I shuffled through a few papers. "Oh I checked her iTunes for her most played song and it was Stupid Hoe by Nicki Minaj but I'm not feeling that." I chuckled, pushing my finger against the creamy paper in front of me. "I think that Against all Odds by Phil Collins was the best bet in her top five."

Alice let out a dreamy sigh, "Oh you're right. I remember the day that song came out. I all but forced Jasper to listen to it day in and day out." Another sigh came down the line before she seemed to snap out of it. "Oh and the last thing?"

I bit my lip hard, drawing blood before closing my eyes in thought. The last thing Alice had asked me wasn't easy but I was all Karla had left... I had to do it no matter how much it pained me. "Yeah, I'll speak at the funeral." I whispered, playing with the frayed edges of my tank top.

"Good." Even her mood seemed to have dampened as I heard frantic scribbling on the other end. "Carlisle offered to speak if you don't mind and maybe you could find someone else? Someone from the pack maybe?" I almost blanched at the thought before I considered it. Having only two people speak at the funeral; her sister and boss no less would be cold. It would make her seem alone.

"Yeah, I'll try. What about the friends she always bragged about?" I wondered aloud.

"Oh well, I asked but they all refused. Apparently they would cry and ruin their make-up." She said sarcastically. I knew it wasn't the true lie that her friends had given but Alice simply attempting to lighten the mood. I silently thanked God for Alice Cullen.

"Oh, maybe Emily will speak." I trailed off, neither confirming nor denying it as I continued to idly play with random objects around me. I heard Alice sighed before she said her goodbyes and hung up the phone.

I stared down at the small device, slightly wondering if it was just me or if something had been bothering the woman. I shrugged as the phone was gently placed back down, the paper the flowers and songs had been written on getting ripped up and thrown out. I froze when I saw my messy script underneath the pages, half written paragraphs and sentences staring back at me.

'Karla and I had our arguments and our difficulties; anyone who had been in the same room as us for more than five minutes would know. But, above all of that, she was my sister. My protector. And when mum died...'

The sentence trailed off and I could vaguely remember storming off after writing that line, throwing my pen across the room in a fit of rage. I swallowed thickly and wiped a hand across my eyes, suddenly feeling very exhausted. I looked through the study window, watching as the sun was barely shining through the trees.

It's early morning them hm? I thought sullenly, pushing my seat back as I stood up, leaving the room with quiet footsteps. I debated whether or not to stumble back up the stairs and fall back into bed or just go about my day. My exhaustion won out and I hurried up the stairs, already stripping down as I went.

I hate this. Why did she just leave me like that, and then leave me to cover it up. Too clean up her god dam mess. I practically growled out the thoughts as I fell onto my bed, a small strangled sob breaking from my throat.

I pushed back the tears roughly, swallowing before thrusting my face into my pillow. God, why did she leave me?

Why did it have to hurt so much?

Man I am mean to my OC's... I am sorry. I said I would get this out by Friday at the latest and damn look. I mean over four days late.

I was originally going to have something from the movie but decided not to. I mean, I'd done well enough without the dialogue from the movie so far hadn't I?

And I'm changing this story enough anyway that it shouldn't matter. Please review, I love to know what you guys think.

Taila