A/N: Look! I am posting! I posted some of Spontaneous Combustion and have gotten lots of alerts. I also have nothing to read, it is so hard not to read M, but no, I shall not. So since I am happy about all the response from my other story and am extremely bored, you get another chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Not any of it. And as much as I love Jasper we have not yet met in person, so he isn't mine either… yet :D

APOV:

I only half-listened as they explained what had happened. I was a werewolf, wow, didn't figure that one out. The big black one, Sam, was the alpha, and Brady was another wolf in the pack. The pack now has 18 people in it. Apparently 5 years ago there was a huge battle with the vampires and the wolf population exploded. Cause I cared. I heard everything now, the cars 2 miles away, a couple whispering things on the beach, and, of course, the incessant noise in my head. But over it all I heard a single tear fall, it splashed against a piece of plastic. A single tear was all it took but I lost it, I knew it had come from Lisa. Lisa, who was alone, at the hardest time in her life, alone, all because of me.

'How long is this going to take?' I shouted interrupting Sam's rant about how horrible vampires are. Sam released a small growl.

'As long as it takes! Or do you have better things to do?' Sam was irritated, but I was more so.

'As a matter of fact I do! I don't have time to listen to this shit! I just need to go back so that I can be with Lisa!' I was on the verge of breaking down, simply not being around her all day had made me agitated and nervous, but now knowing the extent of pain she was feeling and me leaving her made me despise myself in every possible way. Sam barely listened to me, but he made one thing clear before I could get anything out.

'Alex, you can't go near her, you might hurt her, think of how unstable you are…' I started to argue about how I could never hurt Lisa, never again, but he continued. 'And what if this Lisa isn't your imprint?' Now I was intrigued. I felt thread of heartbreak surrounding this thought, as if it had happened to him before, as much as I wanted to ask about it he was still talking and I wanted to know what imprinting was.

'Imprinting is something we wolves do. It is basically when we find our soul mates.'

'Yeah man! It's freakin awesome!' Brady broke in; his thoughts turning to an intense make out scene with a black haired girl. I cringed and focused on Sam again.

'But is Lisa isn't your imprint then you will have to break up with her. You don't want to break up with her after you find you imprint, trust me…' I felt the pain from him again, but this time chose to ignore it. Now I was scared.

Should I go see her? But what if she isn't my soul mate? What if she finds out that she's pregnant and then I don't imprint and break up with her? She is freaked out enough as it is and now we have this to deal with.

'Alex if she isn't your imprint you can't tell her what is going on. To the general Quileute population the legends of wolves are just that, legends. No one who doesn't have to know may know.' Sam interrupted my panic.

Fuck. Since re-meeting Lisa my cussing had gone down considerably, but still. Fuck. What can I do? I am banned from seeing her, and scared out of my mind to see her, but she and I are both in pain. I could feel another thread in the cloth of my sanity that she had stitched back come undone every second and I knew that she wasn't fairing any better. We needed each other. She can't face her family alone, and even if she could, I can't expect her to. I did this to her. Granted, neither of our minds were present at the time, but I did this. Every second of her suffering has been my fault. Every fall, every tear, every silent second for eight years. Eight years, all of it was me. And then I come back to torture her more, I am such an asshole.

'Dude, stop, seriously, from what I hear this isn't all your fault, and besides who on earth would have thought that she finds out that your insanity provoked fucking had gotten her pregnant the same day you turn into a werewolf? You didn't ask for it. Stop beating yourself up about it. If she went for eight years without you she is strong enough to go for one night.'

'Brady is right Alex, you can stay at my place tonight and then I will let you see her tomorrow, but you cannot see her until tomorrow, and that is an order.'

I felt the weight of the alpha command rest upon my shoulders, there was nothing I could do. I nodded weakly and let them lead me to Sam's house. At the edge of the forest Sam and Brady coached me back into human form. Once there I realized I was naked and hid in a bush, Sam and Brady phased and pulled on their cutoffs, laughing at me.

"Dude, you are going to need to become less self-conscious, you'll never survive if Paul realizes you are ashamed of your body." Brady laughed again. Sam had gone inside and now came out with some shorts in his hand. I pulled them on but stayed hidden.

They realized I hadn't yet moved and looked back at me. "Ummm, can I get a shirt?" I blushed in embarrassment, but I really didn't like the thought of going out there without proper clothes on. They didn't bother laughing, they just stared, jaws hanging open in shock. I became even more self-conscious and sank further into the bush.

"Are you serious?" Sam asked, shaking his head to clear the shock.

"Really man, you have a werewolf body now, you are tan and muscular, dude, girls actually drool on us sometimes, and then their saliva literally sizzles when it touches us. That is how hot we are, and you need a shirt?" I tried to sink further down, but realized I could go no further. I ducked my head, but refused to get up. In a few seconds I felt something land on my head. A shirt, I pulled it on and looked gratefully towards the origin of the throw. A man with a child-like smile grinned at me.

"Gosh guys, what is wrong with wanting a shirt for crying out loud?" He glanced at Sam and Brady before softening his gaze a bit at me. "Hi, I am Seth, Seth Clearwater."

"Alex, Alexander James Campbell, it's nice to meet you, and well, thanks." I said.

The door opened and a wonderful aroma poured out from inside. "Boys! Get your butts in here now! Your food is ready!" A beautiful woman yelled out the back door, her stomach was swollen with a child and her smile was radiant. That is until she turned to go back inside, three long scars ran the length of her face, pulling one side of her mouth into a permanent grimace. I understood immediately what had happened. Sam swept her up in a kiss, pulling back and kissing each of her scars and then covering her belly with kisses. She laughed.

"That's Emily, Sam's wife. And those scars are what happen when you are a young werewolf near humans." Brady muttered the words to me as he walked past me and into the house. I followed him and Seth was behind me, we left the lovebirds on the porch, grimacing at their goo goo eyes. I was glad though that Lisa would have someone to talk to, she needed it. I could tell that these people were quickly becoming a family to me, and I was eager for Lisa to meet them, even though I hadn't met most of them.

'Yeah but if you don't imprint on her then you can't show her these people anyway' whispered an annoying voice in the back of my head. I watched as the others stuffed their faces, but I was no longer hungry, without Lisa my appetite had been lost. Seth pointed to a room where I would be staying, and I crawled in the bed and crashed, wishing I was sleeping on a couch. I got about .5 second of sleep before I realized there was no hope of me going to sleep that night, so instead I lay awake thinking of the only thing that mattered; Lisa

LPOV:

He hadn't come back yet. It was nearly midnight and he was still gone, I was beginning to wonder if he would ever come back. By ever I mean BEFORE the baby is 17 years old. I thought he loved me, I thought he wanted to do this with me. It isn't as if I chose this. None of the other victims had gotten pregnant, nope, just me. Me, the one he actually wanted all along. Oh how I hate irony.

Birth control. Duh. I wasn't on birth control, they probably were. I didn't have sex, so why be on birth control? What would be the point? Besides if I asked about it my mother would tell my father, who would get his shotgun and go shoot every person with a certain body part within a 100-mile radius of me. Ha, you think I am kidding. Nope, I remember the time Annabelle asked. Technically speaking Annabelle isn't my father's child, no she and Chris are my half-siblings. Anyway, Annabelle asked and mom totally freaked out. She told dad who gave her a half hour lecture and grounded her for a month. She, of course, was furious, but eventually they got over it. Now you have to understand that I am my father's little girl, perfect in every way, and who can do no harm. Yeah, it would not be pretty.

I had heard Martin come home, and then mom and dad. I had stashed the cheesecake remains underneath my bed. Yeah it was gone. I am a stress eater, and I am pregnant, give a girl a break! The pregnancy test was under my pillow and every few minutes I had to lift up my pillow to assure myself that it was still there, and still positive. I pretended to be asleep when they came in to check on me so I wouldn't have to answer their questions. Whether they were about me or Alex I wanted nothing to do with them.

When it was silent I cried. Alex wasn't coming back. He was too free and alive to be tied down by a child, it just didn't work. I thought that we might make it this time, but no, no I am not sure if we were ever meant to be, we may just be two kids, condemned to a life of pain for God knows what reason. Technically this was all Alex's fault, I had no part in it, but even though I knew this to be true I couldn't bring myself to be angry at my love. It wasn't like he had been in control. There was no conscious thought from him that night, only insanity, an insanity caused by none other than me. So yes, I cried, for what else was there to do. Sleep did not come. My heart ached, a deep longing, a painful tugging, telling me something was wrong. But only Alex could heal it. A hole began to form and I lay on my chest in attempt to keep my heart from bursting in two, but it was no use. My heart broke anyway.

If only he was here…

APOV:

I listened as everyone went home and Sam and Emily headed upstairs. I listened to the general silence of the night. The clock tolled 12 times and I suddenly felt lighter, like I could do whatever I wanted. I was confused though. Of course! It is tomorrow, Sam said that I could see her tomorrow! I jumped up and ran out the door silently, not wanting to wake them up and ruin this chance. I got to her house and jumped up to her window. With a smile on my face I looked in.

My smile disappeared as me eyes fell on her. I watched as she tossed and turned, restless as I had been. Her eyes were closed but from the speed of her breath I knew she was still awake. She thumped angrily onto her back, but I knew that the heat wasn't from her anger, it was from pain. Her eyes were red and swollen from tears. Her cheeks glistened wetly in the moonlight. My heart tore itself again.

I wanted so horribly to go in there and hug her, to kiss all her tears away, to tell her I loved her and that I never meant for any of this to happen. But I couldn't, instead I watched her cry for me. Tears for a man who deserved nothing except to be brutally tortured for causing such pain to such an innocent beauty.

Suddenly I was furious. I couldn't handle my self hatred, and I couldn't deny the truth. I was shaking and I jumped down from the window while I still had some semblance of control. I took deep breaths but the image of her tears ruined any effect of them helping me. Then I thought of Lisa's laugh, her smile, her lips on mine; the shaking stopped and I sighed. Relieved I had overcome my first battle with myself I closed my eyes. I suddenly realized how truly dangerous I was. Without anyone provoking me but myself I had nearly phased again.

I ran back to Sam's and crawled into bed, horrified at myself. I lay awake until the dim light that they call sun in this sunless town fell over me. I sniffed the air and realized that Emily had already begun breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and was amazed at the mountain of food. Emily had made enough food to feed about seven armies. I watched as she pulled some massive muffins out of the oven and dumped them onto a plate that she set on the table as well. I noticed that she had already made a plate of food and was about to ask where I could find a plate when the door burst open.

In walked the most gigantic men on the planet, I am sure of it. True none of them were quite as large as Sam, but I counted them, 12. Twelve men clamored into the room and started to shove food into their mouths. Sam walked into the room and dived into the middle of it all. He glanced at me seeming to say, "Well? You coming?" I had no time to question the morals of these men as I realized how hungry I was. I too began to shovel food into my mouth, trying helplessly to satisfy the hunger pains. Even though I was hungry enough to eat dirt, this was most definitely not dirt; it was, quite honestly, the BEST food I had ever consumed. Soon all the food was gone and I realized why Emily had gotten a plate first; if there had been more food I would have happily consumed it.

Seeing that Emily was still munching on her miniscule plate of food I began gathering the dishes. I took them to the sink, rinsed them, and loaded them into the dishwasher. I smiled, remembering doing this with Lisa, I remembered her putting the disgusting container on my arms, effectively breaking Lisa-induced trance. Tired after a long day at school her brown hair falling out of place, the smile on her face, despite her obvious annoyance at the chore we were doing, well she was doing. Then I remembered the kiss, the declaration of our love, the feel of her face in my hand… I was so caught up in memories that I didn't realize everyone was staring at me until I was done. They looked at me like I was an alien. I realized how dark my eyes probably were and ducked my head, letting my shaggy chestnut hair fall into my eyes, preventing them from seeing the lust there.

But as I had had my back turned towards them most of the time they hadn't yet noticed. For this I was relieved, but they were still staring at me. "What?" I asked, had I done something wrong? "Oh my gosh, you guys don't seriously make the pregnant woman cook, stuff your faces, and then leave her to clean it all up too!" They stared at me.

"Well she wasn't always pregnant…" Brady muttered. Emily came up to me and hugged me tightly.

"You sir, are welcome here anytime. It makes me so happy to know that some men have manners." She whispered happily. I ducked my head again.

"You should actually thank Lisa for that; a few weeks ago I never would have done that. Speaking of Lisa," I turned my gaze to rest on Sam, "please? Can I go see her? I promise I'll be careful." One of the bigger guys in the group snickered and whispered "whipped", Paul I assumed. But I didn't care, if I had to get down on my knees and cry I would, I kind of felt like it anyway, without Lisa I really was worthless.

"Shut up Paul, cause you are so much better with Rachel, another comment like that you'll patrol 4 consecutive shifts." A group of 'ooohs' went around the table. Paul muttered his apology and Sam glared at the ooohers. "Now Alex, I know you snuck out last night at midnight and I want you to know that better not happen again." He paused, his eyes boring into mine. "But yes you may see her," I felt myself beam, I could have squealed I was so happy. I headed for the door. "Wait!" I stopped and faced him again. "If you imprint on her" I heard the doubt in his voice, I felt as though he had stabbed my heart, "you may bring her to the bonfire tonight at 9:00, you can smell your way there. But if you don't imprint on her, she may know nothing, I repeat nothing of what we are. You may leave." I felt the alpha command throughout his speech and left feeling a bit disheartened. However, when I smelled Lisa through her open window my overjoyed smile returned.

I leaped up to her window and knocked, knowing that if I walked in through the front door I would be questioned as to my location all of last night. She jumped and put down what looked to be an English textbook, when in reality it was an English textbook containing a pregnancy book that she had been reading. I saw that she was still crying and that her eyes were still red and puffy, in addition she now had dark circles under her eyes. As she saw me and told me to come in I avoided her eyes, frightened by what would inevitably happen when our eyes met. I would either feel a great pull towards her and a need to be by her side or I would feel nothing, nothing but what I felt now. A single glance determined the rest of our lives, and she had no idea, I was so scared.

I could feel her questioning stare as I looked at my feet. I could hear her heartbeat, which had increased speed, she was happy I had come back; she had thought I left, I fought to keep myself from shaking at that thought. I sank down onto the bed, my head in my hands, she put her hand on my shoulder but when I didn't respond she sat across from me on the couch. I heard the tears in her voice as she whispered to me.

"I can put the baby up for adoption Alex, you don't even have to ever see it, it will be quick and the baby will be gone I just can't lose you-" My eyes snapped open.

"No! Keep the baby Lisa; I know that it's what you always want-" I had looked into her eyes. It was all over.

But it wasn't, it had just begun, I felt an even stronger pull to her than I had before. The feeling of her being the only thing that held me to the Earth wasn't there as Sam had explained, but I hadn't expected it to be there, because that had been true already, for years, and years. But I still knew it had happened. I felt it. Lisa was my love, my imprint, my soul mate. I glanced towards the door out of the corner of my eye, checking to make sure it was closed. Then I gave my full attention to Lisa. A questioning look was in her eyes, but I did not finish my statement, the point of my speech had already gotten out and I felt no need to talk about things already decided. Now that I knew who she was to me; my everything, I just needed to be closer. I felt so far away, and the distance hurt.

I sat next to her on the couch and stared at her in all her beauty. Even with her puffy eyes and her dark circles beneath them she was the most beautiful creature I had seen. Her bright blue eyes contrasted with her dark skin, a result of having a Quileute father and an all American mother. I thought about my love for her, and how much I needed to kiss her, I felt my eyes darken. I watched as hers did the same. I was still moving slowly, not quite sure if she had forgiven me. She obviously had as she closed the distance between us. My lips touching hers was like fire, a jolt of electricity that instead of causing pain, healed every hurt I had ever had.

Her hands were twisting themselves in my hair, pulling on it in just the right way. I placed my left hand on the small of her back, pulling her into my lap. I needed her close. My right hand went to the base of her neck, trapping her head against mine. She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles behind me. I felt the heat of her press in to me and, without consciously telling myself to, I ground my hips against hers, I bit back a moan, but she didn't, a breathy moan escaped her lips and I pulled back. We gasped for a few minutes, both of us out of breath.

"Sorry, I went a bit father then I originally imagined." I whispered the words, aware of how husky my voice was. She lifted her head from my shoulder and kissed me gently.

"Don't be." She breathed, her voice had the same quality as my own, and I would be lying if I said it didn't turn me on. I moved us to her bed and she unlocked her ankles from behind me and stretched out on my chest, tracing my new-found muscles through the thin shirt I had been given.

"How many boys have you kissed?" I asked, suddenly feeling extremely possessive of My Lisa.

"None." She whispered.

"None?" I found this hard to believe, this beautiful girl had kissed no one else?

"Well one, 8 years, 2 months, and 23 days ago. I loved him, I always had, and I still do. We had snuck under the slide where the teacher couldn't see us. It was recess, our time of day, when he would take me on huge adventures, sometimes we searched for dinosaur bones, or arrow heads, and others we were convinced that there was a secret passage into the school somewhere in that field and we spent hours trying to find it. But today was a special day. We didn't do any of that. No, today we went on an adventure that none of us could have imagined. We kissed, right there, just once, no more. I have only ever kissed one man, and that is because I have only loved one man, and that man's name, is Alexander James Campbell." Oh, how I love this woman.

"Never?" I asked, still disbelieving, she was so beautiful it made no sense, her purity overjoyed me at the same time it saddened me. I had taken hers away and had none of my own to offer.

"Why should I? The man I loved would come back someday, true love is unbreakable. Why ruin myself when I know who I am going to be with forever? Why kiss one person while loving another? Alex, I know you feel guilty because I can see it, but you must understand that I don't blame you, not for any of it. You weren't you when you did what you did. If it is anyone's fault it is your mother's for taking you away from me, and for beating you down every day of your life. You did what you did when you had no sanity, not to get back at me, or to do it for the un of it. YOU, yourself, did nothing. You just died for 8 years, but now you are back, and I am so glad about that. Alex. I. Love. You."

We kissed again. "I love you too honey, and am so thankful my soul mate is so forgiving." Her questioning look lasted half a second before she nodded and began to hum contentedly. Now I just get to explain the question she took back.

How do I know we are soul mates? Not just because we are perfect for each other, no not that. I just imprinted on you. Oh, what's imprinting? It's a wolf thing, yeah, I am a werewolf, found out yesterday, that's kinda why I left, but it's okay, there is a minimal chance that I'll kill you, and at least I know for sure that we're meant to be. :)

Yeah I am sure she'll just love that. Yay I am so freakin excited, not.

A/N: Yeah, I am worn out, longest chapter yet, almost eight pages in word. Ummm, review? :DD

~Wish My Name Was Elizabeth (Or Molly Jean)~