Making the next chapter...cause well, I'm so bored! Hope you like it. It'll be longer this time.

Pauls POV

From Sam's house, I phased into the huge wolf that I'm cursed to be. I'm cursed to have a stupid imprint. Basically, my life is fucked. To think, the only person that I least expected to take the only girl I really ever cared about was a member of the pack. Especially the one member who barely says anything to anyone else. Maybe deep down inside, he was figuring out ways to take each one of us down, and I just happened to be first. I was almost on the way to my house, so I just phased back and walked. I didn't give a shit that I was naked, what would it matter anyways? No one even cared about me, not even the person who would be the one to care the most. On my way walking back through the trees that seemed to make the night darker than it already was. I punched the biggest and hardest trees I could find, leaving scars the quickly healed, leaving no trace of what I had done. I punched more and more, turning all the tall green trees into woodchips beneath my fists. This wasn't enough. I needed more to make me feel better. One heartbeat...

I rushed to my door, opening it and not caring if someone were to come in after me. I stood in the living room of my home looking around at the empty space. This space was supposed to be taken by me and Brittney, our laughs and happiness, kisses and hugs we shared, and eventually the giggles of our children. I don't have any of that now. I'm alone. I calmly walked into the kitchen and stood at the rack of butcher knives in the wooden display. We used these at bonfire's to cut meat or whatever we were eating. But right now, even though I doubt it would help any, it would cure the pain I was feeling. Then I remembered. My father left one of his knives at my house after a visit. I walked to the cabinet, the one underneath the sink, and pulled out a long knife. I picked it up, caressing the smooth blade. It was so sharp, even looking at it would pierce your skin. I walked upstairs, Dad's knife dragging against the floor, scraping the wood, leaving long and deep scars in it. If only this could do the same to me. I sat on my bed and looked down at my weapon. It glimmered in the small lamp light that I had on, the only light that I needed. I brought the cool blade to my upper arm. I made the smallest cut along my arm, and blood poured from it. I smirked, not feeling the pain I needed, the pain I craved. Eighty hearbeats...

I took it a little deeper, feeling soft muscle against my skin. As soon as I removed the knife from my arm, I watched and the blood rushed out from my scar that was already healing. From only those two scars, a small pool of blood forming around me. It wasn't like I would lose any. Hell, this wouldn't even doing any major damage, but I kept at it. Maybe it would be enough to...no. I wouldn't think of that. There was so much blood, that my carpet was being stained with a sickening crimson red. I layed down, almost bathing in my own blood. My one other cut hadn't healed as much, so blood still streamed down my arm. Besides the metallic smell that made me cringe, there was no other replusing feeling that I felt at that moment. I felt at ease, like all the tension I had was stored inside my blood and it just had to be released. If it wasn't it would have killed me. There was a small creak coming from downstairs, so I thought it was just the wind. If it was someone coming to steal what little I had, let them take it. It didn't compare to any type of happiness Brittney could have given me. My blood was satisfying. This was probably how it was with vampires and drinking blood. The cold temperature, warming up as it was released down their throats. The floorboard were creaking now, so that meant someone was inside. Let them come in. I heard a soft voice then. One Hundred...

"Paul?" I guess my plan did work. Maybe heaven was being kind and letting my own personal angel have the only voice that would supposedly keep me alive. She called out again a little louder.

"Paul! I know you hear me!" Yes, this was my angel. My real angel. I wanted to get up but I didn't have it in me. The stairs slowly creaked, and I knew she was coming. I didn't want her to see me naked and or taking a bath in my own blood, but I couldn't move. It was shock or something about what I just did, but I couldn't move. No matter how hard I tried. The door to my room slowly opened, and she gasped, shaking at what she saw. My heartdropped. Down to seventy...

"Paul..." She walked over to me and sat down, dirting her own pants in my blood. She slowly stroked my hair and held me close to her. By that time, I was crying, small rivers of tears coming from my eyes. Was she actually comforting me? Seventy one...

"Come on Paul." Brittney actually was able to lift me up and help me walk to the bathroom. She sat me inside the bathtub and helped me clean the blood from myself. I hated feeling so helpless and defenseless, but I wasn't able to resist. She had soft tears coming down from her eyes, and I instantly wiped them with my finger. I tried to make myself speak and it really worked. Slowly rising. "Please don't cry okay?" It was all I could get out, but it was alot I guess. From sitting in the bathtub while my scars completely healed, and eating the food Brittney made for me downstairs, I regained my strength and helped her clean up my room. Eighty...

"You don't have to do this for me. I'ts fine." She smiled and held me close to her again. This is where I wanted to be. I really loved this girl, could it finally be that she was feeling something towards me? Or was it just she was shocked and didn't know what else to do. Whatever it was, I'm grateful for it. Atleast she cared a little, and I guess she knew that being close to her was the best thing she could do to help me when I really needed her. I know people say she's the worst imprint, but I guess this once makes up for all the little times she treated me like shit and threw my feelings around even though she knew they had no bad intentions. Its not something that could possibly change a lot, but it's a start. She won't just decide to love me after I have a near death experience. When I work at it, I'll become better than Embry, and she'll see me for the guy I really am. The one that's not only perfect for her, but the one she's supposed to be with. I really think she started to see that, or at least I hope she did. I know Brittney's not the most supportive like an imprint can be, but she was here when no one else was. Even though it was just once that I did this, I'm positive that I'll never ever do it again. Not that I'm slowly gaining more to live for. I moved closer to her, my head in her lap and just stayed there, listening to the faint beat of her heart. Later our two hearts could beat together at the same time, in complete sync with each other. It's the only thing I could hope for. She hadn't said barely anything, but just her holding me in the silence replaced anywords that could have been said. I just listened to the sound of her heart beating slowly.

One heartbeat.

Her's plus mine is one hundred.

I'm not sure...

I'm not even close to sure...

But I think I heard another heartbeat too...

One hundred and one?

I don't know...How was this chapter? Should I continue the story? It's not getting as many reviews as I would like, but a lot of people favorite it so I guess it's going pretty good. Can I please have some reviews so I can really have some hope in the story? Thanks :]