Dannik's point of view.
I had been in this town once before when I was younger with my father, visiting the elders for two reasons. To remind them about the legend that directly related to me, and show to me off.
The thing about my family, was that we were different from all of the other families in the first wolf pack. After Taha Aki died, the first wolf pack was formed, with the original seven families. But my family weren't wolves. We were something more powerful. Something that only existed in the dreams of the young, young minded, or sinners. The dreams representing either purity or evil.
It was a choice, which path you took with your power and ability, and according to my parents, I took the wrong path. But I didn't plan to change that. After all, they had gone insane with the power, and would only cause damage to not only themselves, but the people around them. Even though I was brought up to listen to everything my parents said, and follow without a word, I saw the flaws in their plans, and how others reacted when those plans were carried out.
So here I was, in La Push. The original grounds of my ancestors. Trying to find purity within my heavily tainted life. It would be hard, but I would not let my parents pull me into the darkness again, to become the prophet they had always wanted.
"Excuse me, aren't you cold?" a small female voice asked, as I stood in the forest, standing only in fitting Levi's that were hanging low off my hips, and white converse.
The snow fell around me, and I could feel the euphoric feeling of the pure white elements current flowing through me, when felt a small hand tap my leg.
"No. What are you doing out here all alone? Where are your parents?" I asked, looking down at her, before noticing the blue tint to her face, even though she was wrapped up in many layers of thick coat, along with a small hat, scarf, and boots.
"I don't know. Quilly went inside to get a shovel, and I wanted to explore." She said, innocently.
Well, how about this, do you know your way home? I asked, through my mind, and she nodded, Good. How about we walk you home then, hmm?
"Ok." She said, grinning at me.
She took my hand and led me through the forest, making us walk for about ten minutes, before she came to a stop in the driveway of a small house, where I could hear people calling out the name Claire.
"Is your name Claire?" I asked quietly, and she nodded, "Why don't you let them know you're back."
She nodded again, as I offered her a smile, and she started walking around the back, as I slipped back into the cover of the forest, almost gliding at the speed, before I smelt something.
It smelt like a wet dog, mixed with blood and a vampires venom.
Now, to us, vampires were what a human would consider a rat. A vermin. Something that should only live in the wild, as they were pests to everything and everyone. However, a werewolf to us, was almost like a brother or sister. The reason to why a lot of my kind were usually the imprint of the first werewolf we saw, no matter what gender, as my kind was a perfect match for werewolves. But who ever was more sensitive in the relationship, would be the one to become pregnant.
Weird, I know, but its just how it works.
"Shit, I'm going to die... I'm going to die..." I heard a pain stricken voice say, and headed towards it.
The voice was of a man, most likely my age, with the most amazing tone of skin. It was close to the little girl's, almost like they could be related, but darker. His build was nothing short of mesmerizing, and I could see myself running my fingers along the lines between his well defined abs. Even as the snow fell around him, his eyes became darker, and his breathing ragged.
To be honest, I had never felt this way about another man before, but this one was simply perfect.
"Who are you?" He hiss, and my eyes flicked up from his well defined chest, to his eyes, before I felt the whole world shift around me, like nothing else mattered in the world, just the strange, dying man.
I knew this was called imprinting, and because of my fathers explanation, I knew the basics of a Werewolf imprinting, but for a Gallagher, it was stronger. The need to protect was triple that of a normal imprint, and the emotions intensified. Like we could with anyone who had an pure, or weak mind, we could actually talk to the imprint through their thoughts, because of the strong link we had.
"I asked you a question." He growled, but it was weaker.
"The venom's already spread too much, but I can bring you back. Do you trust me?" I asked softly, knowing that most people would say no, but as this was a werewolf, and he looked to have immense trust issues, it was most likely a definite no.
He was silent for a moment, looking at the blood pouring from his side, the wound not being able to heal as a result of the vampire venom dripping out, and down to the ground.
"Yes." He said, and I offered him a light smile, before picking him up effortlessly.
I couldn't help but notice how he fit perfectly in my arms. Like he was always supposed to be there, and no one else could take his place. Of course, I knew that this was why he had imprinted on me, but what I didn't realize, was that because he had imprinted on my kind in this day and age, and was the only one to have in more then 300 years, he was now held higher then any other vampire or werewolf in the world, and was therefor able to ask anything of anyone.
"Who are you?" He asked, and I looked down at his weak looking form, knowing he was about to pass out.
His eyes showed nothing but pain, even as he writhed, he held it in, not wanting to show weakness.
I gave him a soft smile, and looked deep into his eyes before I answered his three-worded question, that to me, could be asking many things.
"Your Guardian Angel."
AN: Early, but heres the next chapter. I wanted to just quickly get this out, as I am working on another chapter that will add more detail to the state of Dannik and Paul's relationship, and why Harry was involved, which effectively includes Sue, Seth and Leah. Anyway, enjoy, review, and write a story, so that you can become like the author of Fifty Shades of Grey.
OH! Also, I don't own the Twilight characters, just the ones I add in randomly... Uh, yeah.