Chapter 2 - Imprinting and the Uley's

Jacob's POV

When I arrived home, Billy was in the living room, he pulled his eyes away from the old, small tv set to examine me. His face showed a hint of disappointment in it, as I shifted my eyes to the kitchen table, my school books were there and that confirmed that my dad already knew today's events. I'm sure Quil informed him, Billy worried about me too much, like a father should. When I didn't come straight home from school, he knew something happened... Quil bringing my books home only showed him that his suspicions were right. He probably demanded the whole story from Quil and Quil was too honest to cover for me. I stood there wondering if my dad was going to lecture me on how I should've handled the situation, then I slowly made my way to the small couch next to Billy and flopped down. Billy's eyes followed me til the tv caught his attention again, he stared at the game for a few minutes, then his eyes shifted over to me.

"So... how was school?" He asked in a tone that didn't really seem like he was asking that as a question.

I chose my words carefully, then replied, "Not too bad, I'm sure tomorrow will be better."

Billy's eyes slide back to gaze at the tv once again, he didn't look like he had anything else to say. I stood up, walking to the kitchen, inspecting the inventory of food. Grabbing the bread, sliced meat, mayonnaise, a butter knife, and a plate... I made myself a couple sandwiches and retreated to my room. After I woofed down my food, I started to replay today over in my head. I questioned if I should go speak to Jared and Paul, I honestly didn't want to leave things the way they were too long, after all... they were family. The light through my window started to dim and I would have to go on patrol soon, Jared and Seth were with me tonight. I debated with myself, finally deciding to go over to Paul's and work things out with him first, then I'd smooth things out with Jared later on tonight. I grabbed my used plate and exited my small room. I placed the plate in the sink and stood behind Billy.

"Hey dad, I'm going over Paul's for a little while, then I have patrol with Seth and Jared tonight, I'll be home later."

Billy never moved, just let out a grunt to inform me that he heard me, but as I turned to close the door, I spied an approving look in his eyes. The walk to Paul's wasn't too far, but I slowed my steps so that I could think of what I would say. I still didn't think that what Paul did was right, but he was always known to go overboard in tense situations and he was right, I didn't know the whole story... maybe I needed to know everything before patching things up with Paul. As I walked past a vacant house, there was a dim light shinning through the back window.

"Where's that light coming from? No one lives here, right?" I asked myself.

I quietly made my way around to the window that was lit up and peered through it. Kaitlyn laid across a small bed reading a book. My eyes adjusted to notice that she was practically wearing nothing, just a small shirt and underwear. My face started to turn red as I noted how sexy she looked laying there. Her head snapped away from her book and she looked to the window. I ducked down a little, I suddenly felt like a peeping tom. I hoped that she had not recognized me and thought that whoever she saw ran off. I heard the window being pulled open and I knew I was caught, so I stood up to meet her confused look.

"Jacob Black..." Her tone didn't seem upset that she found me outside her window at dusk... spying on her, it had a hint of sarcasm in it as she continued, "Trader by day, pervert by night." She giggled while a small smile broke out on her face. I felt more blood rush to my face, turning it ever more red than it just was. She stopped giggling, but the smile never left her face, she then asked, "Why don't you try the door, you know, like normal people do?"

I was so embarrassed, the only thing I could do was nod and walk to the door. When I reached her door, it had already been opened for me, so I walked in and closed it behind me. She was sitting in the small living room, waiting for me to enter. I noticed that she had put on some sweat pants, thank god... not that I didn't enjoy seeing her half dressed, but that would surely have hindered my communication skills deeply. I sat down in the chair beside her, she still wore a smile, was she really that happy to see me or just glad to know that it wasn't some old stranger stalking her window at night? Her smile grew bigger as she opened her mouth to speak.

"I know you're not a pervert Jacob, relax." I followed her eyes to my tightly clenched fists. I hadn't noticed that I was that tense, I could only imagine what expression I wore on my face. I let out a low sigh and flexed my hands to relax them. I also tried to replace whatever look invaded my face with something more calm. She spoke again through a more pleased smile, "So, mind telling me what you were doing out there?"

It wasn't like I had anything to hide, so I began to explain, "Well... you see... I was on my way to Paul's and... I noticed a light coming from this house... I thought that no one lived here... I was just curious... I didn't mean to startle you." I felt stupid while giving that explanation.

She could tell that I was still embarrassed and on edge, "Jacob, seriously, it's ok... relax. It's not like I'm going to call the cops or anything. I was just teasing you earlier... to make you feel better about the awkward situation."

Slowly, the thoughts while I was walking to Paul's seeped into my brain again, I spoke up a bit more relaxed now, "Hey Kaitlyn, do you mind if I asked you what happened at school today? You know, between you and Paul? You never did finish telling me."

Her smile disappeared, it was replaced by a more apologetic grin, "Yeah, I'm sorry I cut our conversation so short. I have trouble trusting people and I felt I was telling you too much... plus, Paul's your friend and I didn't want to come between you two." She paused briefly, shaking her head like she was trying to break free from a trance, then the smile regained control of her mouth as she continued, "But no, I don't mind telling you what happened. See, I had heard some things about what Paul thought about me and they really upset me. I didn't know him and he didn't know me, he shouldn't be so quick to judge someone. I saw him and Jared standing outside the cafeteria and I guess my anger got the best of me. I did plow into him, like they said I did... I meant to inside my head, but I didn't actually want to... it just happened before I could stop myself. Then Paul called me a few harsh names and started talking about my dad. He claimed I was unwanted and unwelcome here. He continued to call me names, but when I reminded him that his father didn't want him, that's when he knocked the books out of my hands... then, well you and Quil showed up and you know the rest." She paused again, the smile gone now and she looked at the ground, "Jacob, I'm really sorry I snapped at you... when you tried to help me pick my books up... I was just angry and I knew you were Paul's friend, I wasn't thinking right at the time."

She really did look like she wished she could take that moment back. "Look Kaitlyn, it's ok... really, I know how anger pushes you to not act like yourself. Look at what I did, I'm usually not that violent. I forgive you and I know now what happened." I flashed a cheesy grin at her as she brought her eyes back up to my face. Her words began to slowly sink in and it hit me that she said Paul talked about her dad. "Wait... Paul knows your dad?" I asked, smile gone and replaced by confusion.

"Yeah... he should... he's his dad too." She seemed annoyed by that fact.

"But, no one is sure who Paul's dad really is, not even Paul, right?" I was becoming even more confused by the minute. Everyone always thought that Paul's dad was either Quil's dad, Sam's dad, or my dad. I shivered at that last choice, my dad couldn't be his dad cause he imprinted on my sister and if Paul was my brother... my real brother, then it would just be totally wrong for him to be with Rachel. Then another shiver ran down my spine, what if my dad was Paul's dad, did that mean that Kaitlyn was my sister? I didn't like were my thoughts were going, I couldn't look at her when my question slipped out, "So, who is your dad?"

She thought for a moment, her eyes still fixed on me, "Well, my mom gave me her last name, she had it changed after I was born and my dad claimed he didn't want me. I didn't know much about my dad, my mom wouldn't talk about him... it was too hard for her... I guess. After she died, I found my birth certificate, it stated that my last name at birth was 'Uley', so that means that Sam's father is my father."

I let out a huge sigh of relief, glad she didn't say my last name. But that still didn't clear up Paul, how'd she know about Paul? I looked at her again asking another question, "So how'd you know that he's Paul's dad too?"

A small grin graced her lovely face once more, "The same way that Sam knows, it's our scent... all three of us have very similar scents... the 'Uley' scent. Sure we all look different, but the smell is the same."

I leaned over and sniffed her, she was right... course, I never smelled her and compared it to Sam or Paul, but now that she mentioned it, they all did smell close to each other. She let out another giggle, pushing herself up out of the chair, "You want something to drink?" she asked through her giggles while walking into the kitchen. I jumped up following her closely, protesting that I could get it myself. We both reached for the refrigerator door, my hand on top of hers. I paused and a warm, fuzzy feeling invaded my head. I quickly pulled my hand back and tried to apologize, but before I could get the words to form, she pushed me against the wall. My eyes widen from the shook, then her lips found mine. At first, I protested this, I'm not sure why, cause I wanted this exact moment since I first saw her enter the school's office... then my lips started to react with hers, carefully melting to hers and setting my timing to hers. My left hand ran up her back to grab a handful of hair as my right wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to me. Her arms were already locked around my neck, I could feel them tighten, this made me tighten my hand that was in her hair and pull her hair a little. Her kiss became deeper, hotter... I followed her lead. I kept my eyes open, afraid if I closed them and opened them again that this would all be a dream. Her body pressed harder into mine, this caused me to moan and as I did her tongue found it's way to mine. I could feel her body trying to climb mine, so I moved my arms to pick her up. Her feet kicked against the wall lightly as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her light kick on the wall had already set me into motion for the bedroom. As I entered the room, Sam's face entered my mind, then Paul's. What was I doing, this was their sister, I was suppose to protect her... not defile her. I broke from the kiss to lay her on the bed... I just stood there, torn. I'd been wanting this moment to happen, but now that it was, I just couldn't go through with this. My hands were shaking, resisting the urge to lay down with her and continue. She looked at me, speaking breathlessly, "Jacob, are you ok?"

I felt ashamed, I looked away from her. How was I going to explain this to her? I could never understand how Paul could imprint my sister, but I just couldn't do the same thing. I shook my head, "Kaitlyn, we can't do this."

Her face showed a hint of sadness, but a great deal of confusion, "Why not?"

I knew I could never explain the loyalty to Sam and Paul to her, it was a pack thing, so I lied to her, "I just don't feel the same way." I was even more ashamed now, lying to her.

I could see the tears working up in her eyes, I tried to keep from looking at her, every time I did, my heart skipped a beat and all I wanted to do was hold her, kiss her, be with her in every way possible. She started to speak, her voice shakened, "How do you feel about me then? What was it that made you kiss me back like that?"

I couldn't avoid her stare, I longed to see her beautiful face, I brought my eyes up and she took my breath away like she always did. I couldn't lie anymore, not to her. "Well... I'm in love with you..." I let out a sigh and continued, "All I think about is you. I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. I have no idea why I have such strong feelings for you, but I do and even now... I have the urge to do something that I know would make you mine forever, but I just can't do it. You're Sam's sister and Paul's too... they are like brothers to me and it just doesn't seem right to me. I'm suppose to protect you, not take advantage of you."

She got up from the bed and started walking towards me, the look in her eyes promised that she wasn't going to make this easy. Every step she took forwards, I took backwards til I hit the wall were all this started. I tried to move for the door, but her right arm blocked me from passing, her left arm came up to pin me where I was. I tried to look away, but my own feelings for her wouldn't allow that. I stared at her intense face, melting were I stood, she moved her face closer to mine and I prayed that she wouldn't kiss me again... I couldn't resist a second time. Even now my lips danced, wanting to connect with hers again. My body was already rising a few more degrees, protesting my mind and willpower. My head tugged forward to crash my lips into her and I jerked it back hitting my head on the wall. Her face stopped inches from mine, as she spoke, her breath surrounded my face... begging me to give in, "I need you, Jacob... I dreamed about you before I ever met you. We were made for each other, I know you feel that... stop fighting how you feel, you can't fight this, even for 'moral values'... even now, you want to taste my kiss again."

She was all too right and no matter how hard I fought, I was losing. My face slightly moved forward, closing the gap between us... my lips found hers again and we were locked in each other's arms again, continuing where we left off. Oh god she tasted so good! My senses filled with nothing but her, my frantic kisses started to become deeper, more violent. She lured me back into the bedroom, I could feel my wolf side emerging, wanting to just imprint her, then take her. She tugged my shirt up, breaking our kiss only long enough to free it from my body. When her lips reconnected with mine, it felt like I hadn't kissed her in years, I couldn't risk leaving her lips again, so I just ripped her shirt off. Her hands helped me out of my pants as I kicked off both shoes, I was there in just boxers. I helped her get out of her sweat pants, I wanted to admire her perfect body as she stood there in just a pair of underwear, but I couldn't get my lips to cooperate, they just wouldn't leave hers. After a few minutes more, I was sure that if I stopped the kiss, I wouldn't change my mind about making love to her... I wanted that more than my stupid 'moral values', as she put it. I broke from the kiss and looked her body over, "Beautiful..." is all my breathless mouth could release and she blushed while shooting a timid grin my way. Was she starting to get shy with me now? She sat on the bed, scooting back to the middle, without hesitation, I climbed on the bed and started kissing down her body, upon reaching her underwear, I removed them while wiggling out of my boxers. I laid her back gently and pulled the sheets over us, I then caught a glimpse of her face and she looked scared.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She let out a shy giggle and said, "This is so silly, but... um... I'm a virgin and I have no idea what I'm doing... umm... and..." she paused looking even more worried than before, then continued, "umm.. you're kind of a big guy, I'm sort of afraid you'll hurt me."

I let out a relieved breath, "It's ok, I don't know what I'm doing either... I've never done this before..." I let out a low throaty laugh, kind of embarrassed now, "but I'm sure we can figure it out together." I tried to reassure her, but I noticed her worried expression didn't change and I knew she was more concerned about if I would hurt her, so I continued, "and, umm... if I start to hurt you, just let me know and I'll stop... I don't want to hurt you." I smiled a little when she did and she started to kiss my chest, then my neck. I wiggled my hips in between hers and carefully, slowly started to insert my 'manhood' inside her. About halfway in, her nails went in my back and I stopped to ask, "Are you ok? Want me to stop?" I really hopped her answer was a no, but if I was hurting her, I'd stop.

"It hurts a little, but no, don't stop." She breathed.

I continued, feeling the blood run down my back from where she clawed the hell out of me... it was a good thing I heal fast. We started moving with each other, man it felt so great! I started pumping harder, deeper and her nails were in my arm now, I almost stopped again to make sure she was ok, but just then she let out a moan that sounded like the word 'yes'. I continued, letting my animal instincts take over, I became a little more passionate with her, a little more rough. She was screaming now, taking both hands off me, clawing at the pillows and bed. I was sure that her screams were from pleasure and not pain, so I got confident and pushed myself harder. The things that came out of her mouth took me by surprise. "Fuck. Me. Harder!" she half screamed and half moaned.

Who was I to deny her? Hearing the pleasure I was giving her set my body on fire and I pushed myself to the limits. I could hear my self moaning with her and I could feel her nails had found their way to my back again... ripping open more skin. I let out a low growl from the pain, but it was the good kind of pain. After about 20 minutes of this intense work out, I felt like I was going to explode, my body started to tingle and I heard her yell out. "OH MY GOD!" That's all it took, she got off and so did I . My body felt so worn out, but in a good way. I rolled off to the side so she could catch her breath as I tried to catch my own. I felt her looking at me, I turned my head to face her. Once I saw her face and the huge smile it displayed... it happened, I couldn't stop it... I imprinted her. That was it, she was mine forever, no matter what either of us did, we could never be apart and I was thrilled at that thought. She rolled over on top of me and sat up saying, "'Bout time, I imprinted you back when I first kissed you." She had that same huge smile on her face, but this one showed a hint of triumph in it.

My eyes widen, "YOU WHAT!" I could feel myself scream at her, though I didn't mean to, I was just shocked.... only werewolves could imprint. My conclusion took me by surprise, I pushed her off me and jumped up from the bed to my feet. "T-that m-means y-you're a... a..."

I couldn't finish that sentence, it had to be a lie, but she seemed to have no problem finishing what I started, "A werewolf." She announced while sitting up and pulling the covers around her. "Yes, I'm a werewolf, Jacob... just like you, and Sam, and Paul."

I still had the look of shock on my face, she knew the whole time that we were werewolves? "Why didn't you say anything to us about knowing? You should have at least told me, instead of springing it on me like this."

I moved to my boxers and slide them on, then sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to answer, "Well, I guess I hadn't fully decided if I was going to stay here. I told you, I didn't want to cause problems and it was feeling like my presence here was doing just that. I didn't mean to kiss you, but when I felt your hand on mine... I couldn't control myself. I had been wanting to imprint you from the time I saw you in the office and again in class... every time I saw you, that's all I could think about, but I wanted to be sure that you really wanted me too. When you started to kiss me back, I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I just gave up and I imprinted you. I never expected you to start to reject me after I did it... it brought me back to thinking that imprinting was bullshit, I always thought it was... if it wasn't, then Paul wouldn't be here."

"What do you mean 'wouldn't be here'?" I asked.

"When my mom did talk about my dad, it was when I turned 15 and started phasing. She had to be there for me, to be the one to tell me what was going on cause my dad wouldn't. My mom told me everything that happened between her and my dad and she told me that he imprinted her, but he left her! If you imprint your true soul mate, the person you're suppose to be with for eternity, then how could my dad leave if it was true?! If imprinting was real, then my dad wouldn't have left my mom and Paul would not have been made or born." I was shocked, I thought Paul was her older brother, like Sam was. Paul certainly looked older than her. She broke my thoughts off as she continued, "I wanted to tell you about being a werewolf, about everything on the cliff, but I was so afraid, I'm not used to letting people in... but for some reason, I feel like I already knew you. I guess it's cause I've dreamed about you for the past 5 years."

"What do you mean everything and why would you dream about someone you never met?" My question was cut short as I looked outside and noticed how late it was getting. I jumped up and pulled on my clothes as fast as I could, "Shit! I'm sorry, but I have to go, I'm late!"

"Late? Late for what?" She asked me.

"I'm on patrol tonight with Seth and Jared, man... Sam's going to be pissed at me." I told her while sitting back down to pull on my shoes.

She reaches up, wrapping her arms around me, man... that really made it hard to move... to leave. "Do you have to go?" She asked, disappointment tickled her tone.

I reached back, pulling her into my lap, "Yeah, I do... but I'll come back when I'm done... if you think you'll still be up... it'll be really late though." I smiled at her when she nodded and I pulled her in to kiss her. I picked her up while still kissing her, placing her in the spot I was just sitting in, then unlocking her firm hold on me. I broke the kiss to smile at her again, then I kissed her forehead and darted out the door.