You're It for me
by Hanikka
Summary
Paul Lahote knows who he wants and how bad he wants her. But there's a problem: she's taken. What happens when he phases and becomes a shapeshifter? Like morphing into a horse-sized dog isn't enough, now they are saying he can't even choose his own mate. Well f**k that.
AU, Rating M, lemons and language, maybe some mature themes later, who knows.
Disclaimer:
Not claiming to own a thing. All publicly recognizable characters and situations are the property of Stephanie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. Just playing with words and having fun.
Chapter 1
She was his friend's girl.
Girl with big brown eyes. Eyes that could see straight into your soul, that saw your deepest secrets but never judged. Eyes that shone with wonder and warmth. Deep, rich color of chocolate, almond shaped pools filled with passion and joy. Eyes that invited you in, held you close. Eyes that belonged to Bella, Isabella Swan.
The day he had seen her for the first time on the beach in La Push was the day he had fallen in love with her. It was the day he should have asked her on a date, make her his, but he wasn't able to because at the time he was dating some chick whose name he couldn't even remember anymore.
So instead asking her out himself he had to witness his friend Mark making her blush and asking her on a date. He had kept his fingers crossed hoping she would say "no", but she'd said "yes". It was two years ago.
In two years, she'd become his best friend though and the woman he loved more than his own life.
Paul had tried to fall out of love with Bella. Fuck he had tried. Over the two years he had known Bella, he had slept with many many women sometimes two at the same time. He had fucked he had drunk, and he had fucked some more, but nothing could erase those big brown eyes from his mind. They were all he ever saw when he closed his eyes at the night, when he fucked women keeping his eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see the person lying under him. He pictured her pink plump lips, he so much wanted to taste. Oh Bella. It wasn't once or twice he had shouted her name, when he came into a condom inside some meaningless fuck.
But it didn't help. Nothing helped. If anything, it made him love her even more.
And the most fucked up part was that his friend Mark didn't understand how exquisite and incredibly amazing his girlfriend was.
"What the fuck is going on with you Mark?" Paul asked.
"What do you mean?" Mark asked, his eyes never leaving the blond sitting at the end of the bar.
"Why are you eye fucking that bitch?"
"There's nothing wrong with harmless flirting," Mark huffed and took a sip of his beer winking at the bitch.
They were at the bar in La Push. It was favorite tourist spot and they got lot of women coming down to have a drink there, getting wasted and wanting to get laid. Paul had taken advantage of those horny bitches countless of times. But it'd gotten very old very fast.
"But Bella is back home, why you're not with her? Shouldn't you want to spend time with her?" Paul couldn't understand his friend anymore. Why was he treating Bella this way?
"Fuck! I just don't feel it anymore, man," Mark confessed. "I'm tired of being second best. All she cares about is that fucking violin and playing, going on tours and spending time with that creep uncle of hers."
"He's her mentor and teacher, fucking idiot. Of course, she spends time with him. Would you rather want her to go to study somewhere else, like LA or New York? You know she's good enough to go to Juilliard."
"How the fuck you know all that shit?"
"I listen, she's my friend," Paul said. "She loves you. You must know that?" Paul grimaced when saying that. The bastard didn't deserve Bella.
"Fuck man I don't know. I mean we've been together for two years now and because she's away so often it had stayed new longer than it would have if she'd be home more."
Paul understood that it must be hard that Bella was constantly away.
"She's hot and all and no one would think that girl as meek as her and who plays fucking violin can fuck like she does, but things have started to feel a bit off lately," Mark said and gulped down his beer motioning to the bartender for another.
Paul hated how Mark talked about Bella, she was anything but meek. Jesus, the woman was full of life and passion that didn't leave anybody who knew her cold. What the fuck was wrong with Mark?
"And fucking behind her back is the right way to deal with it, hmm?" Paul was starting to get mad.
"What it is to you? I can do whatever I want," Mark said looking at him fury masking his face.
"You can't be serious? You have Bella at home. She came back yesterday after being away for two weeks and yet here you are getting drunk and getting it on with that bitch."
"You want her, huh?"
What the fuck?
"That bitch over there?" Paul tried to sidetrack Mark.
"No, Bella. You want her?"
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to. I've seen how you've been drooling after her all the time I've been with her," Mark spat.
Shit. Fuck. Fucking shit.
"You know what. You can have her. I don't fucking care. I'm done with her she can fuck that violin of hers all I care. I'm taking that bitch and I'm going to get laid," Mark spat.
Paul was really starting to lose his shit.
"You don't mean that Mark. You are drunk, you'll regret if you fuck that bitch, and you'll end up hurting Bella!"
"Fuck you!" Mark shouted and punched him in the face.
"What the hell Mark?!" Paul asked touching his nose looking for blood. Mark had managed to draw out some.
"What is going on with you? Are you seriously saying you don't love her anymore?"
"It's not your fucking business," Mark said and punched him again.
This time Paul lost it. He didn't want to hurt his friend, but he refused to be a punching bag and he was going to hurt Bella. It made him see red.
"Easy there Paul," someone said grabbing his arm just before his fist touched Mark's face.
"What the fuck!?" Paul shouted.
"Let's go outside."
It was Sam and Jared. Jared came to his other side and between two of them they were able to drag shouting Paul out of the bar.
"He's going to phase," Sam said. Now they were running behind the bar.
"What the fu..."
The intense pain spread through his body, and he lost all sense of his surroundings. His bones were cracking and burning heat pulsed up and down in his spine. The pain was so excruciating, he probably lost his consciousness for a while and his lungs burned when he shouted. Was he dying he fucking wanted to die, this pain was too much.
And then it stopped, and he didn't know what the fuck had happened. He looked around, he was deep in the forest, and he could see clearly even though it was dark. What fucking bullshit was this?
He glanced down and cried in shock. He had … paws?!
Paul, relax
What the fuck! Who are you in my head?
It's me Sam. You are a wolf like me and Jared. A shapeshifter.
What? You are fucking insane Sam.
Paul, do you remember the legends? They are all true.
True? What? Men turning into wolves. Fuck that's sick.
Look behind you.
Paul turned around and whined, he fucking whined like a dog. He saw two huge wolfs size of small horses. Other one was jet black and the other one brown.
What the fuck?
Did he look like that too?
Yes, this is what you look like, your color is silver-grey.
Do you hear my thoughts too?
Yes, it's pack mind. We need it to hunt down the Cold ones
The Cold ones? What the fuck are the Cold ones?!
Vampires.
You gotta be shitting me.
No, we're not. Remember the legends.
And so, Paul was told about the Cullens and about the treaty they had with them, how they had left closer to 80 years ago and now the leader had contacted Sam informing that they were thinking about moving back to the area. Sam had phased for the first time six months ago, Jared three months. Their gene was activated because of the rouge vampires that came into the area. Now was Paul's turn and some younger kids were showing signs too.
What kind of sick joke was this. Even though he had actually changed into a massive wolf, Paul wasn't buying this bullshit.
Just wait and see. We're getting rouge vampires here every now and then, you'll get into action soon enough. You must learn to distinguish the Cullens from the red eyes though.
Red eyes?
Yes, the human drinkers. The Cullens don't have red eyes because they drink from animals. They don't kill people, that's why we have the treaty with them.
Fuck this is all too much.
Paul couldn't believe all this was happening. Surely, he must be dreaming.
This is no dream. You'll get to kill your first vampire in no time. Then you realize that this is no game either. We didn't choose this, but we must carry out our duty and be worthy of the tribe we're meant to protect.
Blah blah blah. Paul didn't need any more this supernatural bullshit and some high ground mumble jumble of honor and duty. It was total crap if they asked him.
Paul, as your alpha I expect more respect from you.
Paul just huffed.
How the fuck do I get back to normal?
It might take some time, for me it took over two weeks. You just need to think about something human. Think about doing something human. It helps. Sam told to him.
Bella's big brown eyes came into his mind, and he was back being a human in no time.
"What the hell?" Jared screamed. "How the fuck you were able to transform back that fast?"
Paul was sitting on the ground naked, but strangely enough he wasn't feeling cold.
"Was that Bella you saw in your mind?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, so what? She's a human and I thought about her."
"Why would you think about her?" Jared asked.
"It's not your fucking business. She's my friend. Can you fuckers now kindly tell me, how am I going to get the hell out of here? I don't have any clothes. And where the fuck is my phone?"
He was looking at Sam and Jared who had pulled on some cut offs. Where had they got them?
"Your clothes and most likely your phone is in shreds behind the bar. We can go through the forest to my place. I have extra shorts behind my house. There are more things we need talk about," Sam said.
"Show me the way," Paul huffed.
All three started to walk deeper to the forest each in their own thoughts. Paul was terrified. What did this all mean? Was he able to live normally? Finish his studies? Keep up with his work? Have his friends? And what about Bella. Then he remembered what had happened before this shit had hit the fan. Mark was going to get it on with that bitch. He needed to go and stop him. He would hurt Bella. Paul turned around but was stopped by two sets of strong arms.
"Where do you think you are going?" Sam asked.
"I need to check Mark. Stop him being a fucking asshole."
"You're not going anywhere. You won't be able to see your other friends for a while. And besides, your butt naked right now," Sam chuckled.
"You can't stop me seeing who the fuck I want. If Mark pulls his shit on her, I need to make sure Bella is okay," Paul said feeling desperate. Bella might need him right now and these dickheads were telling him he couldn't. Well fuck that.
"Sorry man, you can't contact anybody just now. You aren't stable you can easily hurt anyone who comes near you. We go to my place, and we talk through what all this means. There's stuff that we haven't talked about yet."
How much more could there be? Wasn't this shit enough?
AN:
Here it goes, the wolf fic I thought I would never try to write. What do you think? Interested to read more? This story is closer to the original story having shapeshifters and vampires.
Some of the characters are older in this story than in the original. I think high school age kids aren't emotionally ready to make such big decisions (committing to life-long/eternity long [is that even a word?] relationships, becoming parents) they are making in the original story and albeit in most of the fan fics I've read. And I like my Bella to be bit more experienced too and want her to be more mature than the vampire obsessed teenage girl she is in Twilight.
Not at all sure how this will pull out though as my writing is what it is, and this is yet again story I would rather read than write. But here I am, writing it.
I know that I'm taking a huge risk when I'm starting to publish this story before I've written more to it than just few chapters, which aren't even ready to be published. But I'm impatient. If you start reading this, you are taking a risk too. You probably have to wait updates quite long. My work is very busy now, and it takes too much time from writing not to mention that I shouldn't be sitting by the computer like at all due to my back problems. Then there is all that family stuff that needs to be taken care off and what not. But if you are on board with me, I'm happy. Let me know what you think.
But the ages of some of the characters (not sure though if all of them are going to be in this story other than just mentioned by their names).
Sam and Leah 23
Jared and Paul 22
Emily 21
Kim 20
Bella 20
Jacob 16
Embry 16
Quil 16
Seth 16
My AH Paul and Bella story is still going strong, but I need to take a little break from it. This story (which isn't even the one I was thinking about earlier) just won't let me go and I'm unable to concentrate on writing I'll make you dinner and breakfast right now (I'm very easily distracted). I have a vision for them lovebirds, but I'll let them stay in Hawaii for a while. It is such a lovely place to be on a vacation. Thank you for your patience. :)