Author Note-
Hello people of the Fan fiction world, I would like to thank you for reading this entry log in / story. Firstly, I would like to point out that I am only 13 years old. So my punctuation, character development and descriptions of certain scenes, may not be as advanced as the ones you have read /written before. Also, I am a very busy person; I have three extra (and stressful) GCSE's I have to study and work for as well as two newsletters that need to be completed monthly. Along with extra curriculum activities that I do to increase my portfolio and college application form. This is plainly a hobby of mine, therefore updates may not be regular, add on the fact that my parents limit my computer use; updates might be sporadic and random. I also apologise for any spelling mistakes I could possibly have plus any punctuation errors. So on with the story, this is my first fan fiction so please be gentle.
Disclaimers- Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. Not me. But I do own the plot.
Everybody deserves love.
Paul Lahote's point of view.
I practically fell on the beat-up couch in exhaustion, all I wanted to do right now was go to sleep and fall into an uninhibited cocoon of nothingness and peace. However, no matter how much I wished for a couple of measly hours of freedom from the conflict that life created, I needed to go to Emily's. Sam had called for a 'pack meeting' yet again; to discuss the way we were going to protect that damn Swan girl. The vampire that is running circles around us and causing all of the extra patrols were all her fault. And it was near killing me. We just couldn't get the cold lifeless monster, it seemed as though the vampire had a gift of aversion. Letting her slip through our grasps, every single time we got close to her.
Though I would never say that to any of the guys… As far as they were concerned I was a class A-asshole and a piece of shit womanizer and had no intellect or intelligence. What they didn't know, was that I wasn't fucking anybody when they thought I was, or womanizing any of hot woman I saw. Instead, I was following Chief Swan around like a lost puppy, picking up shifts here and there. As well as working for a Personal Service PhD and another PhD in Psychology and Law. The whole entire reason I was doing all that ass-kissing was because I wanted to get somewhere in life and protect people, both in my furry state and human form. Charlie was like my dad in a way, better than that drunken idiot that claimed to be my father. Too bad his daughter was a pig with a huge attitude problem and had no respect for family. He's a great man and my – as girly as it sounds- role model.
With a groan I lifted myself of the aged sofa, my limbs heavy and un-cooperating. Sam was pissed at me because I was late by a couple of minutes to patrol last week. Because of my 'reputation' he thought I was fucking a hot blonde, when in actual fact I was helping gather evidence for a small trial Charlie was having. Since Alpha-Boy is annoyed at me, I get more patrols… More patrols means limbs-that-do-not-want-to-fucking-move-for-a-year when I sit down. I lifted myself up and started to make way to the door, grabbing my keys as I went. People around these parts don't usually lock their doors. Instead they think that just because they live in a small town they don't need to lock their doors. Still, after seeing the damage of the few break-ins first hand, I take a few extra precautions.
I walk down the steps and feel the humid air against my skin, down at the reservation were lucky since we don't get as much rain at Forks. I stroll down the unpaved street, waving at Charlie as I see him getting in his police car. Earning a quick smile and wave, I know your probably wondering why Charlie is down here at all and why he has a house down here. I have one word, Sue. Charlie has been absolutely smitten with her ever since Harry's funeral and loves Leah and Seth like they were his own. It worked in our favour since Bella was now in our domain and easier to get to, plus the fact our patrol path only increase by one mile instead of three. Their house was pretty much the same as everyone else's, wooden and practical. Apart from, instead of hand stitched cloths and blankets they had nothing, the house was just a house not a home. There were no blankets or wooden pieces that were hand carved no homely comforts or trinkets of the past, it was all Bella's doing. She'd dead to the world and still longs for Fuckward to come to her. Honestly, that girl doesn't care about Charlie at all; it's as if she is blind to everybody's sans her own. Charlie wants to have a daughter not a fucking zombie.
I looked upwards and was shocked that I had made it towards Emily's in almost half the time I thought it would take. I could smell the sweet smelling blueberry muffins she always makes and hear the boys' rowdy laughter. I calmly put on my face and change my posture into a smug one, then step inside. I finally see why everybody is laughing when I see a pouting Bella covered head to toe in flour and egg. I chuckle myself and quirk an eyebrow at her when she looks me up and down, she as usual blushes and bats her eyes. Probably thinking it looks seductive, when in actual fact it made it look like she had an awful twitch. I don't care what anyone says, that girl intentionally flirts and when called out on it pulls the innocent card. I roll my eyes and shrug at the glaring Alpha-Boy 2, aka Jacob Black. Jesus, when is that kid ever going to learn? I'm not interested!
When everybody calmed down and Bella went off to clean off a little, the mood became solemn. Sam had come down the stairs and started talking about our plan of action for catching the cold red-headed bitch. The plan was put in place, and if I was being completely honest, it is utter Crap. Alpha-Boy-2 thought it was delightful and went off to find Bella, his few brain-cells not realising that the plan was the exact same we had every time but just phrased differently. It was basically this-
Find the bitch- Run after the bitch- Try surrounding bitch- Capture Bitch. And then the ultimate ending is someone gets hurt and then we go home with our tail between our legs – literally and figuratively.
When Bella went back to her house with Jacob in tow and Emily and Sam started to make out in the kitchen. Me, Jared, Embry and Quil went out and started to play a quick game of football, me and Jared as skins the others shirts. We were half way through the game when we heard a lot of car exhausts and different variations of music playing, accompanied by a few cat calls and reprimands. Confused we looked up, only to see about ten different classy cars ranging from Porsches to Camaros and old pick-up trucks, it looked like somebody was moving in to the old Granger place. The old Granger place was a huge house that was built in the 1900's no one has live there since the Granger line went broke and had to downsize. If memory serves me well, the Granger place was all made out of wood and, for my tastes, way to old. I remember it having a big wooden porch made entirely out of wood and then just being blocks of wood here and there to make up the actual house. It was big, but not very thought-out in terms of floor plan.
One of the older cars slowed down when passing in front of the back gate, it was a dark red 1987 Chevy Crew Cab 2500 4x4 as far as I could tell. The person inside the vehicle drew there window down and waved shouting a quick "Hi neighbor" before driving off again. But let me tell you. I was in love with that voice it was clear the others were to. That voice was so … magical. It had a hint of a London accent and a nice silvery chime like the wind chimes my mother used to put up when I was little. It was clearly a woman's voice probably around twenty-two or three, nothing like the nasally hags that lived around here. I was jolted out of my daydream when Sam called us inside. Apparently, Charlie had called and invited us over to his house for dinner. I don't think Bella actually noticed, but Charlie was actually really good friends with the pack. It was only a matter of time before he was told the furry little secret and was part of the 'in' group. I couldn't wait for that day; I was dying to see Bella get her ass chewed out for lying- something the chief strongly disagrees with. See her blubbering away an batting her eyelashes, what she didn't know was that Charlie knew she wasn't as innocent as she made herself out to be. I mean I could smell the scent of her arousal every time I walked into the room. The stench, quite frequently made me walk out the room as well.
We all made our way to the Chief's place, laughing and joking all the way. The boys were all trying to find out what my latest 'conquest' was, asking the usual questions. Was she hot? Tight? Any tattoos? Does she have a friend? Honestly, these guys are relentless!
"Oh come on Paul! You gotta give us more than that! Our fantasies can't just rely on our imagination! Give us the deets!" Gushed Quil. You know, sometimes I question his sanity. I rolled my eyes and brushed off his puppy pout and big eyes, honestly one would have thought he was a chick with the face he is pulling. I genuinely believed sometimes that his dick wasn't even there I mean who says 'deets' with a straight face. Is three extra letters two hard to process or am I just being cynical.
We continued on our merry way thankful to have a little wind-down. I and Jared were talking about Kim- his imprint. She was lagging behind us with Emily, talking about furnishings or some shit like that. He told me what it was like to be imprinted and I've got to say. I can't wait for my turn. Jared was probably the only one that had caught wind of my façade. After seeing me turn down a super hot blond and say 'I don't put out on first dates'. He described the feeling of being complete when you imprinted and the three stages of the connection. I really cannot wait for that to happen to me because honestly it sounded – magical. We were interrupted by the arrival of Leah and Seth who had just gone and done a quick check of the perimeter. Thankfully, there were no new traces or scents that conveyed the vampire was around. All of us gave a big 'woof' cry and fell into a bunch of rowdy laughs, continuing to trek to Charlie's.
Our joking and joshing stopped when we smelt blood; we all turned towards each other our eyes wide with worry. Immediately, we started to sprint towards the house, Sam staying with Emily and Kim, the imprints. When we finally reached the door I was in front and practically barged the whole door and door frame down. Tiny pieces of splintered wood fell down and littered each of our mocha colored skin. We finally reached the cosy kitchen, and let me tell you I couldn't fucking believe what I saw…
Author Note-
There it is my first chapter of my first fanfic. I really hope you enjoyed it. I know it isn't long and isn't the best thing you have probably read. But it looks good to me. Also, please keep in mind I don't have a Beta or anyone to proof to read my writing. Hope you like it!
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