Cold Day in the Sun
Roisin was beyond furious as she waited for Sean to bring in Mae. How could she be so reckless? And especially after Roisin had specifically said no fae wine. What the hell was she thinking?
Roisin could hear people leaving the house, loud choruses of disappointment that things were ending early. Sean and Cara had gone out and turned off the music, shouting for everyone to go home, leaving her in his bedroom where she was currently standing still, almost shaking from anger.
"What's going on?" Mae asked, walking into the room. "Why are you ending things? This is not going to help our reputation."
Roisin spun around, fixing her eyes on her best friend. Mae's eyes widened as she took a step back, her face flushing as a blast of heat rushed out from Roisin, her wings now flaring up behind her.
"I don't give a flying fuck about our reputation right now. What the actual hell, Mae!? Fae wine!? Where did you even get it!?" Roisin shouted, Mae now cowering under the weight of the power in her voice. "You could have seriously hurt Embry!"
"It wasn't much! Just a little bit," Mae whimpered.
"I DON'T CARE IF IT WAS A FUCKING DROP! I SAID NO FAE WINE!" Roisin roared, flames flashing in her eyes. "Thank the goddesses Sean was able to give him a healing elixir, but it made him sick! Like physically sick! Not to mention, you KNOW what happens when mortals drink too much!"
"One of the solitary fae had it and gave me some. Embry took the cup from my hand and drank it! I swear! I didn't give it to him!" Mae shouted back, now pressed up against the wall as Roisin advanced on her. "You know I'm telling the truth!"
Roisin glowered at Mae a few moments, taking in her eyes wide in fear and her hands up. She knew that Mae couldn't lie. None of their kind could. Though that didn't mean they couldn't bend the truth.
"You swear that you didn't intend to give it to him?" Roisin asked, no longer shouting though her scowl remained. Mae gulped.
"It was mine. For me," she said. "No other mortals had any."
Roisin noted her wording, but there wasn't much she could do about it. She only hoped would be no lasting effects on Embry. She had never seen a mortal react that way to fae wine.
"If something bad happens to him or any other mortal because of this, I will not forgive you this time," Roisin said, still scowling at Mae. "No more parties."
Mae gulped and nodded, looking mildly relieved.
"Got it," she said.
"Good," Roisin said before turning and striding out of Sean's room.
She made her way across the now empty great room, seeing that the solitary fae had stuck around and were now cleaning up. She knew she should help, but at the moment, she really just needed to be alone for a moment as her surge of anger began to pass and she was suddenly feeling rather tired..
After she walked into her room, she shut the door behind her and walked over, falling back on her bed, her mind reeling. She was truly worried about Embry, but now that the danger seemed to be over - at least she hoped - it was hard to remain focused on that with her thoughts now turning back to Paul.
Just being there again, lying on her bed, she couldn't help as memories of what had been going on before Jared knocked on the door flooded her mind. Her eyes slid closed and for a moment she could almost feel Paul's lips on her neck, his hand running up her back.
It had been like nothing she felt before. So intense. So consuming. And yet, she knew absolutely nothing about him other than his name. Paul. Her eyes flew up as she stared at the ceiling, now only thinking of him.
His confident smirk. Smoldering eyes. How she felt both safe and desired in his arms. And somehow… whole. It was all strange and wonderful and Roisin wished that they had had more time together. She then remembered that he had given her his number. Sitting up, Roisin reached in her pocket and pulled out her cellphone, quickly finding it. She saved it and stared at it a few moments.
She was dying to talk to him, but wondered if it was too soon. Would she come off as clingy? Oh wait. She had asked him to let her know about Embry. Right. She could use that as an excuse to talk to him. That wouldn't seem clingy at all.
Smiling, Roisin opened a text message and began typing.
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Paul glanced at his phone for the 30th time as he and Jared made their way over to Jacob's house where they had left Embry after the party the night before. They stuck around a bit - just until Sue Clearwater looked him over and assured everyone that he was fine. Whatever was in his system would pass out of it soon enough with their increased metabolism and healing ability. Embry had vomited up all the contents of his stomach and then some, but had settled down enough to pass out by the time they left, though he still looked rather green.
Paul hadn't even wanted to stay that long, but when he got Roisin's text asking after Embry, he felt like he owed it to her to make sure he wasn't going to die. And he wasn't, though the way Embry had been moaning on about it, you almost thought that he was.
"You're doing it again," Jared said with a chuckle. Paul glanced at him. "That's easily the third time in the last 30 seconds. Dude, you just replied to her text. Give her a moment."
Paul just glared at him and returned to looking at his phone. Since she texted him last night, they had been going back and forth and he almost stayed up the rest of the night waiting for her to reply after the last text he sent. He had been about to call her, wanting nothing more than to hear her voice again, when she had started messaging again this morning. And Paul reminded himself that she didn't know about the imprint, so he would need to watch it and not come on too strong.
His phone buzzed and he looked down at it, immediately happy to see that it was from Roisin. But before he could reply, Jared pushed open the front door to Jacob's house and Paul shoved his phone into his pocket. They looked around, finding Embry seated on the couch watching TV as Billy and Jacob watched on. He looked over and grinned at them.
"Ah, more visitors," he said, obviously recovered from whatever had been wrong with him.
They still weren't sure what it was, but had all come to the conclusion that it was likely just him reacting to some sort of weird, foreign alcohol he had never tried before and nothing more.
Sue had done a home drug test on him and it wasn't a positive for any of the normal recreational drugs, though there was always the chance that it had already burned out of his system. She had taken some blood and said she would try and run it the next time she was at work to see if anything else popped up.
"I'm only doing this because Roisin asked about you. And now you seem fine, so I'm out," Paul said, already turning to leave.
"Really? After last night, you seriously don't think anything is going on?" Jacob said, frowning at him. "For all we know, Mae drugged him!"
Paul narrowed his eyes at him, feeling a wave of annoyance and anger coming over him. He was tired and cranky and the last place he wanted to be on his day off was here.
"Really, Jake? You heard Sue. There was nothing in his system," Jared said. "It was probably just Embry not being able to stomach whatever the hell she was drinking."
"She hasn't run his blood yet. Could still find something," Jacob said, not relenting. "Something is going on with them and this is proof."
Already Paul felt his hackles rising, not liking the tone of voice Jacob was using. This was his imprint he was talking about. Jared noticed and moved to stand slightly in front of him, probably so he could hopefully block him should he try to go for Jacob.
"It doesn't mean anything. You're just paranoid and looking for a problem where there isn't one," Jared continued, somehow managing to keep his voice calm, though even Paul could hear the annoyance in his voice. "And like it or not, you're going to have to get used to them. Roisin is Paul's fucking imprint."
"What?" Billy asked. "Paul finally imprinted?"
Paul looked over, finding an amused look on the older man's face and finally started to relax a bit. Though Jacob just huffed and rolled his eyes.
"Yea, last night at the party," Jared said, glancing back at him with a smile. "About damn time, if you ask me."
"I don't care if she's his imprint. You're both telling me that you felt absolutely nothing weird last night?" Jacob continued to push.
Paul was about to bark out a negative answer, but then stopped, remembering how intense his imprint had been. How he wanted nothing more than to spend the entire night - and let's be honest, most of today - in bed with Roisin and could barely control himself at first. But then again, he remembered that imprinting was a bit different for everyone. That didn't necessarily mean anything was out of the ordinary.
"I felt completely fine," Jared said with a shrug. He looked at Paul. "I mean, I'd ask you. But you imprinted."
"Did it really have to be Roisin?" Embry whined from the couch. Paul scowled at him, which had Embry snapping his mouth shut.
"You know we can't control it," Paul got out, though it still sounded more like a growl than he intended.
"Dude, relax. Sorry. I get it," Embry said, his hands up.
"So, Roisin, is it?" Billy asked. Paul looked back at him, seeing the old man leaning back in his wheelchair, his arms crossed over his chest as he smiled.
"Don't encourage him, Dad," Jacob groaned. "They were practically fu-"
"What were you about to say?" Paul growled, cutting him off and starting towards him. Jacob could say whatever he wanted about Paul, but he was not about to disrespect Roisin.
Jacob's eyes widened slightly as Jared grabbed Paul's arm and held him back. When he saw Jared had a good grip on him, Jacob's scowl returned.
"All I was going to say is that it seemed a bit… too much," Jacob said.
"Only because you imprinted on an infant," Jared said with a chuckle. "It's different for us. Trust me, I struggled to keep my hands to myself when I first imprinted on Kim."
"I really don't want to hear this," Embry whined, dropping his head into his hands. "About Roisin or Kim…"
"Be patient, Embry. It'll happen," Billy said. He then turned his eyes back to Paul. "So, Roisin, is it? Heard they moved into the McLaren place."
"Yea, really fixed it up," Paul said, relaxing slightly. He then remembered the text he had yet to read and suddenly his phone was burning a hole in his pocket. "She's… well, she's gorgeous. But I admit I didn't really get a chance to talk to her much."
He shot a frown at Embry.
"Not like you were taking much of an opportunity to talk to her with your tongue down her throat," Embry grumbled. "And I seriously thought last night I'd-" He then stopped, his eyes wide as his mouth snapped shut again and he looked nervously at Paul. "They moved here from LA. Live with their uncle Sean. She's a senior at Forks High. And that's all I know."
Paul took a deep breath, knowing full and well what Embry had been about to say, but choosing to not let it get to him. Nothing had happened between him and Roisin. And now nothing ever would.
Billy chuckled, drawing his attention again, though Jacob looked as sour as ever, a betrayed look on his face as he watched his father.
"Seems you've got your work cut out for you. Good luck," he said. Paul nodded. He then felt his phone buzz in his pocket and immediately reached down and pulled it out. Though his smile faded when he saw it was Mike.
He debated on answering it, but finally gave in.
"Hey," he said, turning to walk outside.
"Ah, man. Look, I know it's your day off, but I have a raging hangover. Is there anything I can do to get you to cover for me?" Mike pleaded.
"Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much," Paul said, now glaring even though he knew Mike couldn't see him.
"I swear! I didn't think it was that much! But as soon as I got home, I felt horrible. Tried to sleep it off, but it's bad," Mike moaned. "I barely managed to get the store open. Thank god it's not been busy today."
Paul took a deep slow breath in and let it out. He was fairly sure Mike wasn't as hungover as he let on.
"I'll seriously owe you one," Mike said.
While he knew it was unlikely Mike would ever pay him back, Paul knew it was smart to take the shift. He needed the extra money and could find some way to use it to his advantage later on.
"What time do I need to be there?" Paul asked.
"Preferably as soon as you can get here, but maybe in an hour at the most?" Mike said, suddenly sounding much better.
"Fine," Paul growled, hanging up as he heard Mike start to thank him.
He then remembered the text. As he began walking back to his house, he went to his messages, instantly feeling better.
Can't wai again.
OOOO
Roisin floated into the kitchen the morning after the party. Literally.
"What's got you in a good mood?" Sean asked, one part amused and two parts confused.
Roisin settled on the stool, folding her wings behind her, and propped her chin in her hands, sighing happily.
"Just happy," she said. Sean gave her a concerned look and walked over, placing his hand against her forehead.
"Okay, something seems off," he said. Roisin just shrugged and smiled. "Do you or do you not remember that Mae gave a mortal fae wine last night?"
"It was an accident," Roisin said, reaching for a pitcher of orange juice he had put out and an empty glass.
"Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sean asked.
Truthfully, she wasn't sure what was going on with her. Well, no, she had an idea. Once the anger had worn off about Mae and Embry, all she could think about was Paul. She had fallen asleep listening to love songs and woken up thinking only of him. When she could see him again. Perhaps she should call him. Was it too soon? Nah, it wasn't. She really wanted to hear his voice again, already feeling tingles spread throughout her body at the thought of it.
Though she wanted to feel his arms around her more than that. She had had more than one dream last night of what could have happened between them if they hadn't been interrupted.
"Ro… I'm a bit worried," Sean said.
"Why? Everything is fine. More than fine. It's glorious," Roisin said, giggling.
Sean's mouth dropped open as Cara walked into the kitchen and stopped, seeing the deliriously happy look on Roisin's face and then turned to Sean.
"Who gave her fae wine?" she asked immediately.
"I didn't have any!" Roisin insisted, turning to look at her. "I'm just… in love…"
"Okay, someone has slipped her fae wine. That's gotta be it," Cara said, looking at Sean. He just looked at her and then back at Roisin, who was now humming to herself.
He swiveled the stool around so that she was facing him, studying her closely.
"Really, I'm completely fine," Roisin insisted.
"No… you're not," Sean said, still studying her. "This is strange, even for you."
"I swear. No fae wine," she replied, a somewhat serious expression on her face. She then lifted three fingers into the air. "Scouts' honor." She then dissolved into giggles.
Cara huffed and turned towards the archway.
"MAE! GET YOUR SKINNY ASS IN HERE!" she shouted.
Soon enough, Mae shuffled in, a scowl on her face and dressed in slinky, barely there pajamas with a sleep mask up on her forehead.
"What?" she grumbled. Cara pointed at Roisin.
"What did you do?" she demanded. Mae looked at Roisin and then back at Cara.
"I didn't do anything. Maybe she finally lost the stick up her ass," she replied, then chuckling a bit. "About time."
"Mae," Sean said, his voice low with warning. Mae's eyebrows shot up as she saw the shadows beginning to swirl around him and heard the menace in his voice. "What did you do?"
"I swear to the goddesses, I didn't do anything!" Mae shouted. "Okay, so Embry drank some of my fae wine last night. Yes, that happened. But I sure as hell didn't do anything to Ro!"
Sean and Cara stared at her a few moments and then looked back at Roisin, who had stood and was now waltzing with herself around the kitchen.
"Shit. What do we do?" Cara asked, casting a worried glance towards Sean. He only shook his head.
"Some day… my Paul will come," Roisin sang.
"Wait, Paul?" Mae asked. Roisin nodded as she kept dancing. Mae looked over at Sean and Cara. "It's the mortal guy she was with last night. I saw them going at it on the dance floor before she took him to her room."
Sean looked even more confused. Mortals didn't affect fae. At least they hadn't before. And they shouldn't - especially not one as powerful as Roisin. He took a deep breath and walked over, stopping Roisin mid turn and forcing her to look at him. He hated doing this, but he needed to get her back to normal and it was his best guess on how to do it.
He gripped her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. Hers were slightly glazed over. He began to glare, mustering up his Shadow side.
"Roisin," he said, his voice low, not even needing to search for darkest fears. She had long ago shared them with him and he hated having to use them against her. But it was the only way he could think of to get her to snap out of it.
Roisin's eyes widened as her mouth dropped open and tears began to pool in her eyes. In his mind, he could see what she was seeing. A palace made of ice. A crown of ice burning into her skin. A lifeless, snowy landscape stretching on as far as the eye could see. And then nothing but cruel, ice blue eyes.
"No," she whimpered, trying to jerk out of his grip, but he held onto her.
"Snap out of it, Ro," he ordered.
Finally, he let go of her as Roisin stumbled back, falling into the fridge and gasping for air. He took a few steps back, waiting. She then looked at him, confusion filling her face.
"What the hell was that for?!" she shouted, pushing off the fridge, flames dancing in her eyes.
"Good to see you back to normal," he replied. Roisin just blinked and shook her head.
"I… what?" she asked, looking back at him.
"You were waltzing around the kitchen, singing, 'Someday my Paul will come,'" Cara said dryly. Roisin looked over at her and then back at Sean.
"I… oh," she said, remembering everything, though it felt like it wasn't her. Like it was someone else. She shook her head again.
"Maybe you should stay away from this Paul until we figure out what's going on," Sean said cautiously.
"No," Roisin said, the flames returning to her eyes and power emanating from her voice.
Sean backed up a bit more, feeling the heat radiating off her. He didn't want to push her too far, but it was obvious that whoever Paul was, he was the reason behind her strange behavior.
Realizing what she was doing, Roisin immediately looked away, shaking her head again as she brought her hands up to her temples.
"God, I'm sorry, Sean. I didn't mean to do that," she said, her eyes now closed. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out before looking around the kitchen. Sean and Cara still looked worried, though Mae was amused. "I'm fine. I'm not sure what that was but, it's over."
"But who's to say that it doesn't happen again the next time you see him?" Sean asked, a concerned edge to his voice.
"Or maybe we can figure out what it is," she countered. Sean just stared at her. "Look, I can't explain it, but I still feel this… need… to see him again. To be around him. You remember how I felt off the last few days? It completely stopped when I saw him last night. And then this happens today when I'm not with him. Maybe… maybe it's not being around him that's screwing with me."
Sean considered this and glanced over at Cara, then back at Roisin.
"I'm willing to consider this possibility," he finally conceded. "Regardless, we need to figure this out. Mortals shouldn't have this effect. Not on you. I don't like not knowing that this means."
"I know," Roisin said, frowning slightly.
While she was worried about what was happening to her, she still felt a sense of calm and happiness at the idea of seeing Paul again. It was almost as though she had found something that she hadn't realized was even missing in the first place.
"I heard from Embry that he works at that sporting goods store in town. The one we went to," Mae said lightly. Everyone in the room looked over at her. "Perhaps you should go pay a visit…"
"We don't know if he's working today. Besides, might be better to invite him here," Roisin said. "Controlled environment and all."
Mae just shrugged and turned to leave the kitchen.
"Do what you want. I'm going to hang out with some of the fae," she called out.
"Please stay out of trouble," Roisin called after her.
"Yes, mother!"
Roisin sighed and pulled her phone out of the pocket of her pajama pants then opened it.
"Here goes nothing…"
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Like I said, been having so much fun creating a fae world within Twilight and playing around with the imprint. I've gotten a lot of writing done lately, unfortunately it's been later chapters, so still need to take a few days in between posts. But I'm glad that I did because I've now come up with a better ending and don't have to do a ton of editing to the chapters already written to fit in the storyline I came up with.
Gah, guys, I'm loving Roisin and Paul together. Which I know is a bit hard to see at the moment since they literally just met but trust me. It's getting better…
twilightlover427 – So good to see you back! And I hope you like this one! It's a bit different from my other Twilight stories. ^_^
Thanks everyone for reading and following!
