6.
Everyone left after dinner.
Quil, Jacob and Embry left, saying they were late for work. They gave each other and Sam looks that I couldn't pin point. Leah took Seth, Brady and Collin home. It was just Jared, Flashy and Sam. But they left as soon as Emily and I cleaned the kitchen and went up stairs to the rooms.
I willed Emily to fall asleep.
As I waited, I picked clothes that would suit for a club. I picked out skinny black jeans that Emily and I bought in Forks and a red tank top. My leather jacket was lying on my bed and my combat boots were tucked in my suitcase.
I would walk halfway from Emily and Sam's house, and then take a bus from La Push to Forks. That was the plan.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on my bed.
"Do you remember?" Levi suddenly asked me.
We both sat on a rock near the river. Levi decided to escape the main village and I decided tagged along. I didn't want to stand around in the mansion and watch as Hyde gloated about his last mission that he went to.
"What?" I asked Levi, turning to face him. "Remember what?"
Levi sent me a sad smile, "That time when Jackson went on a mission."
Of course I remember that time. It was actually still fresh. I begged Jackson not to go. He was the second youngest of my brothers and I couldn't lose him, not to some freaking werewolf or even to the mailman. I thrashed around, trying to escape the hands that cling onto me. Hyde asked why I didn't react that way when he went on his mission. I told him that Jackson was different, he didn't have the brains that Blake had or the strength that Gavin held. He was just Jackson to me. The boy that mucked and played around. The boy that could have easily died.
"Yeah, what about that?" I asked him.
He sighed, "Don't you wish you had the privilege to go on a mission, even if it was just small."
It was my turn to sigh.
Levi wasn't allowed to go on any mission, only because his mother was a Bad Blood. In the village, if one of your parents were considered to be a Bad Blood, then all your hopes of being a Hunter would be destroyed to dust. I didn't exactly know what Levi's mother did to anger the Council but it must have been bad. Levi's father, Christian had his Hunter title ripped off him. He made five kills and had a battle scar but didn't help his case. When Levi started growing up, he had dreams of being a Hunter, but when he heard - from my very own father - that he wasn't permitted to be a Hunter, Levi's form changed. Since that day, he worked his arse off, trying to reach the top but whenever he was just that close, he would fall down again.
I watched him fall down.
"Missions ..." I started to say, "They're not for privileges. It's death. Blood is going to be on your hands and you can't do anything about it. The Hunter Blood runs through both of our veins, runs through every single Hunter's veins. We were brought up to kill werewolves. We were made to make a different for the innocent. We fought - or rather - still fighting for freedom, for revenge. Going on a mission or a case isn't for show Levi, it's not how many missions you go to or how many werewolves you kill, it's the fact that you saved not one person's life, but more. Missions are just a way for us Hunters to say sorry."
I swallowed as I opened my eyes. Missions are just a way for us Hunters to say sorry. Sorry that we had got innocent people who didn't know about the werewolf world killed and murdered. I shook my head, trying to get the thoughts out of my head. My phone beeped eleven.
I stood up and changed into my clothes. I grabbed my suitcase and took out my gifts that I was given. My hand skimmed the Hunter necklace. The wolves represented the way us Hunter's will always be. We will chase the wolves, as they will chase us.
A game of cat and mouse.
But who is the cat and who is the mouse in this game?
I grabbed my gun and loaded my bullets. Silver was always the best technique to kill a werewolf. I drew my silver dagger and smiled. I put the dagger into my combat boots and the gun in my secret compartment in my jacket. My eyes spotted The Gun that grandfather gave to me. My eyes prickled but I blinked the waterworks away.
I stood up and fixed my hair. I left it to its natural curls and I applied a deep red lip gloss.
I smirked at myself.
Bella was gone. She was replaced by Huntress Isabella. And she was ready to play.
The club was what I expected it to be. Body's grinding into one another, the smell of alcohol was in the air and the music was typically loud.
I walked to the bar and asked for a shot. The alcohol didn't affect me as much as it did before. Yes, I used to drink, but only when I was with Levi. I trusted myself with him more than I trusted my brothers. Wonders what they would say if they had saw me when I first drunk. With practice I learnt how to drink properly and how to handle the liquor. It actually was a good thing, who knew I needed for today?
My eyes surveyed around the room. I was wondering where the werewolves were at.
That until I felt eyes on me. The person was practically eye fucking me. I turned my head to the back of my club to see a man in his early twenties. He was grinding to this woman who looked lost. It seemed to me that he wasn't enjoying much. I gave him a smirk and beckoned him forward. He let go of the woman and stalked his way towered me.
The first clue to which gave away the fact that he was a mutt was his fist. They were clenched around the woman's body. He was fighting something - his change. Yes, he was a male, he could be fighting for something else but his eyes were narrowed and his nose was sniffing the woman's neck, almost analysing it's scent. He wanted her blood. Call him a vampire but I knew better. This werewolf was tanned, not paled skinned. He was roughly about five foot ten, with a bulky and tall body frame. He had blonde hair and green eyes.
I kept the smirk on my face as I watched him walk up to me. I slowly drank the shot, my tongue teasing licking the edge of the cup. Once the mutt was next to me, I purred at him.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself."
He snorted, his hands placing themselves on the bar table, "If that's what you call enjoyment, baby, you have another thing coming."
I held back my cringe. Flattering as it was, I wasn't interested in his actives in the bedroom. I was more interested in his actives with the werewolves. Setting my plan to motion, I swiftly grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
His hand gripped my waist as my back rubbed against his chest. He hummed into my ear as he grinds himself into me. My arms went around his neck, my hands gripping his hair as I moved with him.
That was when I felt another set of eyes on me. These eyes were hot, heated and burning. I lifted my head and searched the club, but the eyes were not found. I could defiantly feel them, I just couldn't see them. The eyes were familiar, weirdly enough. It had me panting.
Mutt took it the wrong way and turned me around. I decided this was the breaking point.
"Let's go somewhere more private." I whispered to him.
He nodded and led to me to the back of the club.
His hand trailed my waist to my arms, ending to my neck. One of my hands were pressed to his chest, the other was in my jacket. Getting ready to pull my gun out, I -
The mutt was suddenly thrown back to the opposite wall as Paul snarled at him.
"Don't you ever -" He growled at him, his hand on the mutt's neck, taking every breathe he had. I stood there in shock. Not because Paul was able to handle a mutt, but because of the deep feeling I had in my heart. "Touch her again or I will personally cascade you. You hear me?!"
The mutt mumbled incorrect words as Paul squeezed his neck.
No! I needed the mutt alive! Not dead!
I pushed myself forward and grabbed Paul's shirt. "Get off him Flashy!" Even when I trying to get Paul to stop killing the mutt, I still called him Flashy.
Paul growled again and pushed the mutt to the wall before letting him go. He fell to the floor, wincing and whining like a bitch.
Paul grabbed my hand and tugged me away.
"Flashy!" I yelled at him. "Let me go."
Onlookers were staring at us, wondering why I was fighting the Russet man.
"Hey, man." One man called out.
Paul stopped walking and turned to him. He had a goofy smile on his face but his eyes held fierce. "Sorry, man." He said, slinging his arm on my shoulder, "Saw my ex in there," He nodded to the club, "My girl went crazy and wanted to have a cat fight with her." He told a lie.
The men around him laughed and nodded.
Paul tugged me again, whispering words into my ear.
It was pleasingly good. Even if I didn't understand a word he said, it was nice to hear. Especially if he talked in Quileute. It was ... Sexy.
Paul huffed in annoyance and dragged me around.
I rolled my eyes, "You do know that dragging a girl around is not exactly a turn on Flashy."
He mocked me, "You do know that dancing around with that man isn't exactly a turn on, Bella."
"Nice of you to watch me dance, now let me go."
Paul stopped to face me. He looked pissed off ... But he looked destroyed as well. He looked as if I ran over his poor puppy. "Let you go? So what, so you could go back to the club and dance with other men?"
I gave Paul a humourless laugh, "Isn't that what a club is for?"
Paul raised his brows, changing the subject, "Does Emily even know you're here?"
"She's not my mum." I backfired at me. My mother was in Arizona, not in Washington. "And you're not my dad."
"Might as well be if you dance around in those clothes."
"Is that your nice way of calling me a slut?"
If Paul looked pissed off before, he looked even more pissed off, he looked as if he wanted to punch something. He was shaking really hard and his fists were clenched to his side. He took a deep breath and backed me into a wall.
My back hit the wall as he slammed his hands on either side of my face. I was trapped.
His breath washed over me, musky and so masculine. "No," He mumbled, "it's that my way of saying that I don't like you dancing around."
I glared at him, "You seemed to like it."
He smirked, "You didn't let me finish, Isabella. I don't like the way you dance around for those men." He gentle flicked a piece of strand from my face, tucking it into my ear. Paul gave me a crooked smile that sent butterflies deep in my stomach. What this next words, though, really hit the fan.
"You, dancing around like a little vixen, is for my eyes to see. And only me."
AN: ... I don't know what to say ... That part just wasn't planned but Paul decided to write the story himself ... -_- Stupid Flashy, Piss-Anywhere-I-Want Wolf XD
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I noticed that I didn't do any disclaimers for the last two chapters and this chapter, so, here it: I no own Twilight :(
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