A/N – Ok here you go! A little Paul/Bella interaction. Hope you enjoy!

More Paul POV :)

The one thing in the world that I never expected to happen to me, never really wanted to happen to me, especially on Bella freaking Swan, has happened. I imprinted. My world stopped, everything shifted towards her. My universe, my life became about her. I literally had to tear my eyes away from her as I hear people start shuffling around. The moon is full and shiny on the water, bright enough for even humans to be able to walk along the beach. I glance back up to see Bella whispering into Jacob's ear. She nods down the beach and Jacob looks at her questioningly. She smiles (damn, that's cute) and nods her head. He shrugs and she gets up and starts walking down the beach.

I freeze for a minute. I shouldn't take advantage of her. I know she's had a rough time after the leech left her. She seemed to be ok with vampire shit. No need to throw shifters and imprinting on her. No, I'll be good. She turns back slightly and the moonlight hits her skin just right. Fuck, I'm screwed. "Go on, at least talk to her." Sam mumbles next to me. I look at him for confirmation of what I thought he said. He just smirks and says "I called this that night we found her in the woods. Jared owes me five bucks." Well shit. Shit. Shit.

By the time I reached the beach Bella had made her way down a good piece. Her hands are clasped behind her back as she stares out across the ocean. She shivers as a slight wind blows in, making her hair dance across her shoulders. Fuck me, she's beautiful. "Paul?" she says just barely above a whisper. I close my eyes savoring the sound. She turned towards me. "It's Paul right?" she asks, unsure if she got my name right. I can't help the chuckle that rumbles through my chest.

I approach her cautiously. Alright fucker. You can do this. "Yeah. What you doing out here?" I ask her, dropping my voice in to that low, husky tone I know drives girls wild. She turns back to the ocean and sighs, a content sound coming from her. "Just getting some space, absorbing the stories." I raise my eyebrow at that. "Do you think there's any truth to them, Paul? Cold ones, shape shifters, spirit warriors?" I tense for a moment. Shit, I really don't want to throw it out there. "Well Bella, I'm not sure. What do you think?"

She chuckles, low and sexy. "Now Paul, come one, I'm not an idiot. I know there are cold ones so I hope and pray that there are protectors out there. Because lord knows I need protection. I can be an absolute danger magnet. My problem is figuring out who they are."

I stare at her in complete shock. No way did she just infer that she knows about us. No fucking way! "Now why would you think there were protectors?" I have to see what she says. I can't just bulldog my way through this. "Well, there's the fact that I dated one. Of the cold ones that is. And it didn't exactly end well. And Jake in his innocence told me parts of the stories one day on the beach last year." I'm still staring at the back of her head with my mouth hanging open. Fuck I'm going to kill Jacob fucking Black. He may not make it to his first phase!

I am so out of my depth here. So I ask some more questions. "And you were ok with dating a vampire? With him lusting after your blood, you being in danger every moment you were with him?" She finally turns to me, staring for just a few moments. "Come walk with me Paul. I'd like to tell you a story."

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Bella POV (Sorry! Necessary Evil!)

Walking next to Paul was… Comfortable. No other word for it really. There was this sense of calm and peace, like something finally clicked together for me. It was nice.

We paused at a large piece of tree trunk on the beach. I take a seat on the wood while he lowers himself to the ground, turned slightly to look at me. Do I really want to tell him this story? I've never really told anyone what I have come to realize as the truth. Couldn't really, who would believe me? Not Charlie, especially not Jacob. He has no love for his own legends, just a dislike for things he doesn't understand. I take a deep breath and begin.

"When I first moved to Forks and saw the Cullens, I was immediately fascinated. And as I got to know them and they let me into their lives, at Edward's insistence mind you, I became enthralled in every sense. Edward once told me that everything about them draws you in. And it's true. His eyes held me, his frozen touch enticed me, heck even his breath entranced me. It was like a drug. I wanted to be around him, I wanted everything with him: love, sex, eternity, everything! And I couldn't let it go. When he left me in the woods that night, I didn't know what I was going to do. I felt like someone stole my last crack rock and I couldn't get anymore."

Paul snorts at that and I just smirk at him before turning my eyes back to the water. "Anyways," I say rolling my eyes. "I had to basically go through withdrawal. I denied to myself that there was a real problem until one night I looked into Charlie's eyes and realized what exactly I was doing. I was killing not only myself, but him too. And I couldn't do that. So I asked Charlie for help. I forced myself to do the things I really had no desire to do. And I moved on. I made friends and kept them. I socialized. Jacob, Quil, and Embry have been awesome in getting me out and about. I finally feel stronger, comfortable in my own skin. I have never felt like this."

I stop there and blush. What the hell am I doing? Spilling my guts to this complete stranger? Oh holy crow, what must he think of me? He's going to think I'm insane and go tell Charlie to have me committed. Crap!

I tense up, gripping the log until I feel a warm hand engulf mine. I look at Paul only to meet his dark brown eyes. Man, I could get lost in those eyes, so much better than the unreal gold of the Cullens. He's staring at me intensely. "Bella, you are apparently stronger than everyone gives you credit for." He sighs and turns back to the ocean. "You are correct though, you were addicted." I stare at the back of his head and wait for him to continue. "It's one of the things that we have found in the old writings. Vampires are selfish creatures. They want what they want and don't really care how they get it. The ones our ancestors met would often have a human pet with them. They used their natural pheromones and dazzling abilities to keep the human complacent, often making them believe they were in love. It usually ended with the human dead."

So that's why James called me a pet. Huh, didn't realize that was a common thing amongst their kind. "Well that explains it. At least he left and I don't really have to worry about it anymore." Paul shifts a bit in the sand, obviously not comfortable with what he has to say next. "You were right about another thing also." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "The protectors are real. There are four of us right now, soon to be six." I didn't miss the use of the word "us." I gasp. "The giant bear sightings! That's you?"

He chuckles deeply. "Not bears. Wolves." I take a few moments to absorb this information. Wolves, wandering around the forest. Giant wolves, with soft fur and shiny eyes. The animal in my dreams. "So, you and who else?" I ask, though I fear I already know the answer. "Well, Sam phased first making him the alpha. Jared was next, then me. And most recently, Embry." I lower my head in thought before I voice my next assumption. "Jacob and Quil. They're next aren't they?" I look at him as he sighs and nods his head. "Yup. Wouldn't wish it on them for nothin' but it seems inevitable at this point. The signs are there and strong."

We lapse into silence for a long time. My mind is still whirling from all the implications of the conversation I just had with a stranger. Wolves killing vampires, vampires controlling humans. Why did I spill my guts to him? For that matter, "Why did you tell me all of this Paul? You don't know me from Adam and I used to associate with vampires. Shouldn't you hate me?" Again with that deep chuckle and a shake of his head. Man his hair is pretty. "No, I can't hate you Bella. But why I told you that is a story for another day. Your dad is looking for you now and we could both use some rest."

"Bella! Time to go!" Damn, how'd he hear Charlie so far down the beach? We stand and wipe the sand from our bottoms and start walking down the beach. When we reach the bonfire, I feel Jacob and Quil's stares boring into mine and my companions heads. I look up at Paul and meet his eyes again. Argh, I'm drowning in his eyes! "Thanks for listening Paul." I tell him. He smiles at me, a real smile. It's stunning, better than Jacob's. "Any time Sweet B. I'm sure I'll be talking to you soon." He leans down and gives me a peck on the cheek and walks away. I raise my hand to the spot he kissed as I stare after him. Huh, he's full of surprises. And I think I like them. I make my way over to Charlie and we follow Billy and the boys back to his house and say our goodbyes. Jacob and Quil didn't speak to me the entire way and that's ok. I had too much else to think over to worry about what I knew was their jealousy.

Charlie and I got home and bid each other good night. He went to catch Sports Center and I headed up for a quick shower. I finish my nightly routine and fall into my comfy bed. Knowing if I start thinking now I won't stop, I push the revelations of the evening out of my mind and drift off to sleep.

I dream that night of a giant silver wolf with dark brown eyes.