READ: I re-uploaded this chapter. While I was reading this chapter—which I usually never do but I felt like doing it for some reason, and when I did I noticed I seriously need to work on my sentence fluency, lol. I'm surprised at how many people actually enjoy this story, there is some major horrible sentence fluency here. I'm a fifteen year old girls whose been getting C's and D's in language arts every sense 6th grade. But I've been paying more attention lately and I'm making up for all those years of zoning out and day dreaming. I'm getting better at it. Slowly but surely! :) So please be patience with me.
Paul's Point of View
I watched as Jacob took my reason for living away from me. I heard her break into sobs and I moved to run after her but Sam's arm flew out and stopped me. "Move your arm! She's crying for me, she needs me!" I growled. I was expecting him to get angry but he didn't, he sighed and gave me an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry," he said and let go of me. "But I can't let you go. You broke a rule Paul, the most important one at that. No being with Raynalyn alone." I felt anger rush threw me like liquid lava and I punched the nearest tree, not letting my fists be in control and punch Sam, and the tree spilt in two and fell down.
Yesterday when I imprinted on Raynalyn, Sam and Jacob had a talk with me and came up with a set of good-for-nothing and totally uncalled for rules. Rules I had to follow or I could say hasta la bye-bye to my extraordinary, magnificent, mind-blowingly beautiful Raynalyn. I would kick all their asses but I can't go against an alpha's order, as much as I want to. And his order is for me to treat Raynalyn the same way Quil treats Claire until she is of legal age.
But how can I treat her like a little kid when she has a body that blows Megan Fox away by a long-run? I know, I know. She's only fifteen but every time I look at her, just thinking about her, I get these extremely elaborate and passion-filled thoughts—thoughts that are going to make Jacob throw a werewolf sized tantrum when we patrol together.
I've never felt such lust for anyone before, believe it or not. More importantly, I've never felt this much love for anybody, for anything, ever before in my life. Not even my own parents, who I would kill for.
"You have no one to blame but yourself. Your history as a lecherous playboy is what got you in this situation." I growled lowly at what he said. How dare he think that I would treat my Raynalyn the why I did those shameless sluts that would do anything and everything I asked of them? Before yesterday I thought that no women was worth my love except my mother.
"I couldn't care less about all those nasty skanks. They were all just a game to me. I would never treat Raynalyn like that and you know it!" I felt like I was going to phase but tried my damndest not to. If I did then Sam would know what I wanted to be doing right now instead of standing here talking with him.
Even during a somewhat civil conversation—at least this conversation is considered somewhat civil for us werewolves—I can't stop thinking about what Raynalyn and I could be doing right now. I would be happy with just holding her in my arms while we watched a movie or making her laugh so I could see her cute little dimples again.
It's true, I've never felt this must lust for anyone before but the love I feel for her overrules that lust. I want nothing more than to make her happy and if that means I have to act like the gentlemen that I'm not, then so be it.
"I know you would never treat her like that but you can't hide your feelings about Raynalyn from me. I know you don't think about her as Quil does Claire. I can tell you want nothing more than to have hot sweaty wolfy love with her right now." Damn, is it that noticeable? I thought I was hiding it pretty well.
"Am I right?" Sam asked when I didn't answer.
I looked up at him with pleading eyes. "I can't help it, Sam! It's just...I'm so...I just want her to be happy, but these feelings are so strong that—" I struggled to find the right words to say.
"I know, I understand what you are going through right now—" Yeah right! He has no fucking idea what I'm going through. He's allowed to be with his imprint, "But you have to be strong and resist, Paul. For Raynalyn." and with that he took his leave and left me standing in the rain to be alone with my thoughts.
Raynalyns Point of View
"Let. Me. Down!" I yelled between sobs. I honestly don't understand why I'm crying. I shouldn't be crying over somebody whom I've had a total of one whole conversation with. I shouldn't be feeling these things that I am for him. I shouldn't want to be comforted by him. But most of all I should not be away from him. I don't know what the heck is going on with me but all I know is that I want him by my side. For him to love me, to hold me, to kiss me.
By the time we were in front of the house my sobs had tuned into silent tears. It was dark now and I could see the rain falling down in front of the porch light. Jacob put me down and I wobbled a little bit but he caught me before I could fall down. He grabbed my hand and we started to walk towards the house.
"Jacob," I murmured and he made a deep grunt of understanding.
"Jake, I'm worried. Worried and—" I stopped to think of a word to describe what I was feeling. My feelings are so discombobulated I could be ecstatic or furious and not even know it.
Right now I'm worried about two things, what Sam is talking to Paul about and what's wrong with my brother. I'm dead sure about that feeling but this other one...I just don't know. Eventually I just said the first word that came to mind, "so scared."
Yes, that has to be it. The reason I'm crying isn't only because of what happened earlier with Paul and Jacob but because I am terrified. I have been since the first day I got here. My stubborn nature refused to let my brain enlighten me, its own damn owner; it would absolutely never let me show it to anyone before I even knew. Not even to my own twin brother, the person who knows me better than I do.
Now that I really think about what's got me so scared I can't even explain why because I don't understand what exactly I'm so afraid of. All I know is it has something to do with the guys around here. It's odd how their all so unexplainably tall. No person is that tall. No wait, that's not necessarily true. People who have Gigantism are that tall. And I highly doubt every single one of them have the same exact disease, especially one as uncommon as Gigantism.
And what's up with their body temperature? It runs so high that I can actually feel the heat radiating off of them! Now correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe that normal human beings don't run that high of a temperature without spontaneously combusting.
But the thing that freaks me out the most is the growling. The sound and that deep vibration it made in Paul's chest when he growled back at Jacob...it couldn't possibly be human. It kind of sounds like a wolf...or possibly a highly pissed off puppy.
"Oh Ray-Ray, there's nothing to be afraid of," Jacob cooed as if I was a little kid who came crying to him that the boogeyman is under her bed. I scoffed at his tone and ripped my hand out of his. A little angrier than I was going for but I'm determined to get some answers from him.
"You're lying! I know there's something wrong," I shouted at him but looked at the ground as I did so. I don't want to be angry at Jacob, he did nothing wrong. At least I hope he's done nothing wrong. But I guess that's exactly why I am angry at him. I sighed internally. Oh the things I would do to get rid of these annoying constantly changing teenage hormones!
"There is something strange going on with you and your friends. It's even starting to happen to Denahi," I said quieter this time but it had the same tone as before. I looked up at him and the moment our eyes meet a look of panic took over his eyes. That's when it clicked. He knows! He knows everything. Everything that's happened to Paul, to him, all the other guys. Everything that's happening to my brother. My own personal guardian angel sent to keep my sanity in check.
"You know. You know what's happening to my brother, don't you?" I accused and starting crying for the second time this night. I can't help it! I've never cried this much in my life. I only remembering crying once before tonight and that was when I was six and lost my drool covered blankie.
"Tell me! Please tell me what's happening to him! He's the only person I have left... tell me how to stop it." There has to be a way to stop whatever it is. Like an exorcism or maybe voodoo. I'll do anything, anything to keep whatever it is from happening to him, no matter what the cost is.
"You can't stop it," Jacob whispered barely loud enough for me to hear it through my hysterical sobs.
Hearing that there wasn't a way to stop it made me fall down to my knees with fear that I was going to lose my baby brother. I sat there for awhile and thought and thought and thought but came up with nothing. The most helpful thing I can do right now is ask Jacob to help him through whatever it is and get him out alive. "Please help him, he doesn't deserve this. I don't know what's going on with you guys and if you don't want to tell me that's fine, but none of you deserve this, no one does...Just please don't let him die! Don't let it take my baby brother away from me. Oh god, please don't." Saying this out loud was much harder then thinking it and it brought on another round of tears. I grabbed the sides of my stomach in agony and continued to weep louder.
I sat there and cried for god knows how long until I felt a warm hand rub my back soothingly. I looked up to see Jacob sitting next to me staring out into the forest. I leaned into his sides and let the last of my tears roll down my cheeks and onto his shirt.
"He's not going to. I promise." I looked up at him and he made an 'x' across his heart and whispered, "Cross my heart and hope to die." I made a noise that was supposed to be a laugh but I wore my throat out by screaming so much it sounded more like a frog croaking instead.
He gave my back one last rub before he bounced up and extended his hands towards me to grab onto. Once Jacob made sure I could stand we started walking towards the house again.
When we got to the door I went to open it but Jacobs hand stopped me. I gazed up at him and he looked a little dejected. "Denahi's not the only one you have left, you know. You have dad and me now. Sam, Emily and everybody else too. We're all here for both you and Denahi and I want you to never forget that. If there's anything you ever need help with or someone to just talk with, we're all here for you."
I wanted to ask what category Paul fell into but thought it wise not to bring Paul up right now. I didn't want to ruin my first brother and sister moment with Jacob. "Thank you Jake. That means more to me then you'll ever know," I stood on my feet and gave him a sisterly kiss on the check. Rather bold for me but I was overjoyed by the thought of finally having a big family. A dream of mine ever since I watched the TV series That's 70's Show. I know that they're all just friends and not a real family but to me it always looked like they were one big, happy, messed up family. This is what I guess you can call what I have with Jacob, Dad, and the rest of the guys.
"That's what families for, right?" Jacob asked with a goofy smile on his face.
"Sure is, Jakie. Now lets go inside, I'm so starving I could eat one of every farm animal out there," I joked and push my way threw the front door and into our home.
I heard Jacob laugh behind me and say, "I wouldn't put it past you." I rolled my eyes and made a bee-line to the kitchen to indulge myself with various different foods.
The next morning
I felt something tickle my stomach; I tiredly groaned, "Denahi stop it. I'm sorry about yesterday morning with the poking but your being immature by retaliating." There was no reply so I opened my eyes and saw no Denahi. Then I remembered that last night I was still in a funk so I made Denahi sleep in his room.
I felt the tickle again but closer up to my bust this time. I looked down and I think my heart skipped a couple beats by what I saw. There in the middle of my tank top was my brothers furry eight legged demon, Big Mama Charlotte.
I let out a glass shattering scream and for some unknown, ludicrous, reason the first thing I do is strip of my clothes and run out of the room. I had my bra and underwear on so I wasn't completely naked. I always go to sleep in them because Denahi usually sleeps with me so I left them on habitually.
I choose to run into the living room instead of the bathroom because it was to close to the tiny furry demon in my room. I was so grossed out that I didn't even care that the living room was full of people. Most of them were male for that matter. I saw Paul by the front door with it wide open, looks like he just got here.
I could still feel that disgusting creature crawling all over me and smacked at my stomach as if to get it off. I hopped from one foot to the other murmuring 'ew' over and over again until I heard somebody clear their throat and stopped my freak-out for a second. I looked over at the group and narrowed my eyes at them.
Some of them looked aroused, Paul being the only one that I was glad I could cause that reaction from. Both my brothers looked immensely disturbed. Denahi slightly less than Jacob because he's seen me in a bikini before but its just something about lingerie that gives off a different vibe then a bikini that gives my brother the hibijibis when seeing me in them. A guy whose name I didn't know yet was staring at the boobs of a girl that was in his lap instead of mine and she was looking at me with a shocked expression.
"Who was it?" I saw one of the guys—hopefully I'll learn all there names soon, flinch at how menacing the tone of my voice was. I smiled at that inside my head. I was too angry to actually smile but I will definitely be bragging about that to Leighton the next time we talked or text.
"Excuse me?" The girl who was sitting on the guys lap asked in a shy, quiet voice. I looked over at her and she panicked a little. I reassured her with a smile and she returned it was a hesitant half smile.
I turned my stare back on the guys and walked over so I was standing directly in front of the couch where they had amazingly fit five guys on. Three guys squashed in the middle with two sitting on the arms of the couch.
"Who put Big Mama Monstrosity in my bed?" I asked and Denahi frowned at my making fun of the name he came up with yet again. I looked accusingly at the boys sitting on the couch. I didn't look over at the couple on the love seat because I was pretty sure they didn't do it. The girl is to shy and the guy is to busying looking at the girl's boobs to play a petty prank on someone he doesn't even know. I continued to stare at Jacob, Denahi, Bobby, and the other two guys.
"Someone better tell me who did it before I go crazy PMS girl on all of your asses!" I wasn't on my period right now but I was still capable of doing all of the bitchy crazy things PMSing makes you do. The guys eyes winded and they all pointed at Jacob and Denahi.
Bingo.
The phrase payback's a bitch came to mind and I smiled at the thought. Denahi recognized this smile and looked over at Jacob and probably for the first time ever talked to him. It was a tad disheartening that the first thing that he said to his brother was 'Frigging run!' But I was to angry to give a crap.
I grabbed the closet thing to my hand—which was an oversized candle that was on the coffee table, intending to beat them with it when I caught them. I ran after them yelling, "Jacob, Denahi you guys are so dead!" They were outside when I caught up to them. When they saw me they ran over to the kitchen door and hurried through it leaving it wide open.
"I'm going to beat you both so hard that when I get done with you, you guys are gonna have to crap sideways from now on!" I threatened as I flew through the kitchen door. I was right behind them now and when we ran threw the kitchen and back into the living room everyone was cracking up. Everyone except Paul that is. He looked like he wanted to come over and help me but couldn't decide if he should.
I looked over at them with an icy glare and said, "I'm glad my misery amuses you all so much." That didn't make them shut up like I planned, but instead they laughed harder. I growled—a normal human sounding growl...if there's even such a thing, well either way it sounded nothing like the noise Paul or Jacob made. I turned back to Jacob and Denahi to see them running into Denahi's room.
I ran after them but by the time I was even remotely close to the door it was locked. I banged on the door and yelled, "This isn't over yet. You two have to come out eventually!" I sat Indian style in front of the door and waited.
I can't believe they would do this to me! Denahi knows I have arachnophobia. Okay well maybe it's not a phobia, but I really hate them. This must be his way of getting back at me for using him as my own personal Barbie doll on the plane. I don't understand why Jacob had to assist that stupid traitor, though. What is he like his P.I.C. now? I'm supposed to be Denahi's Partner in Crime, no one else!
When I asked Jacob to help him I didn't mean he could take him away from me and convert him into some rebel punk who plays tricks on his adorable twin sister! And this is only the beginning. I wonder what Jacob is going to have him doing by tomorrow. I bet he'll be running around in shorts and no shirt, freezing his butt of like the rest of these overgrown morons.
I asked Emily what their ages are last night at dinner. To my dismay I figured out that Paul is seven years older than I am. The first thing that popped into my head was "Oh, uh, I think I just got dubbed jailbait of the week." But to my amazement I was only being sarcastic. I didn't care at all that I was considered jailbait to him...and that freaks me the hell out.
It was completely silent while I was having my little rant inside of my head until I heard Paul start to yell. "Oi fuck-head, quit staring at her! Stop it this god damn second! I swear if you don't stop I'll come over there and kick your sorry ass so hard that you'll have to clear your throat before you fart!" I looked up to see Paul standing in front of Bobby, shaking with anger.
"Wow. I can not believe those words just came out of your mouth," I heard a guy say and I start to laugh quietly at his threat up till I got the meaning of his words and my laughs came to screeching halt.
Bobby is starring at me... all of those guys are staring at me! Here I was running around everywhere, yelling at my brothers, in front of everyone with nothing on but my lingerie, not even caring that I had a flipping audience! A male audience at that!
"I'm going to go and take a shower. I can still feel that thing crawling all over my body," I said starring down at the floor blushing furiously. I rushed to my room to get my clothes. I grabbed the first thing in my closet, a red polka dot sweetheart neckline sundress with white heart buttons. Then I grabbed the first shoes I could find that match, a pair of white patent buckle flats.
I went over to my dresser, looking at the floor to make sure Big Mama Charlotte wasn't anywhere to be seen. I grabbed some new underwear and a bra. I searched for my make up bag and hair bag, when I found them I sprinted to the bath room without looking into the living room.
I took a quick shower, got dressed, did my make up, curled my hair, teased it a little and put on a big red bow attached to a red head band. I slipped my feet in my flats and exited the bath room. I didn't want to risk walking by Big Mama Charlotte in my room so I just threw my clothes into the open door and walked into the living room.
I was top embarrassed to look at anyone so when I was walking into the living room I pretended like I was texting someone on my sidekick lx. I walked to the kitchen to find Emily arranging breakfast on the table. She looked up and smiled warmly at me, which I returned with a hug. "Wow two mornings in a row! Plus last night's dinner. Don't tell me all this is just because of me?" I asked, saddened. I didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially someone as sweet as Emily. Though I could deal without her motherly glares that I seem to get whenever I do something wrong—which seems to be happening a lot these past two days.
"I'm afraid it is. I can't let you starve, honey. If you haven't noticed Jacob and Billy aren't exactly domesticated yet," She said with a playful smile and I muffled my laughter with my hand. Yes that I definitely did notice. Thinking about the living room carpet made me shudder. Just think of all the unknown life that's living in there!
"No I've noticed. When was the last time this carpet was vacuumed?" I asked and she gave me a look that said it all. The answer was never. Ew...disgusting! I'm not walking around without my shoes on until I clean that carpet.
I looked at the carpet in the living room and frowned. I just remembered...I've never cleaned a day in my life, let alone used a vacuum. I guess I'm just as none domesticated as they are—just in a more fashionable way. I lifted my gaze to look at the guys but they weren't there. "Where is everybody?" I asked Emily as I decided to be helpful and arrange the tubes of food with her.
"Getting the rest of the food out of the car." I gave her a look of disbelief; she smiled at me and shook her head. I went to the cupboards to get plates and bowls out for us to use.
"Hey Ray-Ray you have a guest," Jacob said from the front yard and his voice sounded almost confused. I went into the living room but didn't see anyone so I went outside to see who Jacob was talking about but before I could look I heard a familiar British accent say, "There you are, my princess of darkness!" And with that I was tackled to the ground by a flash of black.
A/N: I finally wrote another chapter! Took me long enough. I promise that won't happen again. Or at least I'll try to make it not happen. Things have been pretty chaotic here lately. Plus I had a major writing block from hell, ha-ha. Now I'm not making any promises that won't happen again :P
I think this might be the last time I write in Paul's point of view. One reason is because it's hard and the other is because in this chapter I made him referrer to his ex-lovers as shameless sluts and nasty skanks. I felt really ashamed with myself when I was done with his point of view, lol. But it seems like that's how he would talk so I can't just not do it because I don't want to. That's not how writing a story works.
Oh yeah, I have another story up now. Anything But Ordinary. The summary for the story is—Seth and Leah grew up thinking that they were the only children of Sue and Harry Clearwater but in fact they actually have a little sister who their parents had to give up when she was born because of financial issues. Now their seventeen year old little sister, Tehya Clearwater, has to live with them because the Volturri killed her vampire adoptive parents. It's another PaulxOC story too. What can I say; I'm a sucker for angry werewolves named Paul :) So go and check it out and tell me what you think. I think I'm going to re-write a few things about it though so if it says I updated it and it still only has one chapter, that's the reason.
This is kinda random but has anyone seen the movie 2012? I saw it last night with my friends. The special affects were pretty cool but I didn't really like it. I cried way to much through out the movie, haha :P I hate it when that happens but other than that the movie was good. I would of rather seen Where the Wild Things Are like Rachel and I wanted to but the boys out voted us :( The first thing I did when the movie was over was yell, "I wanted to see a movie about fuzzy talking animals and instead you make me watch chaos and terror. You paying me back for my movie ticket!" After much argument and much more left over popcorn being thrown, I got my eight dollars back :) It was only a dollar (two from Dallon and Weston lol) from each of them so I have no idea why they put up such a fight. Anyways...I was wondering, does anyone really believe that in 2012 the world is going to end? I know I sure as heck don't.
Any who, I hope you like this chapter! :)