A/N: Here is chapter six thanks to all my readers especially the ones who have reviewed. Hint, hint, wink, wink.
I apologize for this one taking longer. I tried to make it a little longer than normal as my way of apologizing.
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Chapter 6
Helpful
Thomas
I was nervous, the thought made me smile a little. I could stalk a sadistic vampire and not feel the least bit afraid. The prospect of meeting vampires who clearly were not a threat and I was unnerved. They were arrayed around a dining room table that they apparently only used for meetings like this one. I let my eyes wander from on to the next. Carlisle and Esme were seated near the other end of the table. To Carlisle's left sat a boy who looked about my age, before he had been turned, with bronze colored hair. Next to him sat a brunette vampire. The pixie like vampire sitting near her had short black hair that stuck out like a halo around her head. I stared at the blonde vampire sitting next to her he was tall and muscled but his predominant feature was his scar ravaged face. On my right sat the second biggest vampire I had ever seen. His curly black hair seemed to fit with the small smirk on his face. The statuesque blonde near him clearly had a high opinion of her beauty but I barely noticed. She couldn't hold a candle to the girl Leah.
"Thomas," Carlisle began, "this is my family." He let them introduce themselves.
"I'm Edward and this is my wife Bella," he said smiling.
"It's very nice to meet you," Bella added. I liked her she seemed nice even to a stranger.
"I'm Alice," the pixie chirped at me, "I'm glad that Jasper's things fit you. Don't worry though I'll get you some clothes of your own next time I go shopping." I was about to argue when the vampire next to her spoke up.
"It's best not to try and dissuade Alice from shopping," he said, "I'm Jasper."
"Thanks for the loan," I thanked him. A huge hand coming down on my shoulder made me wince, at least it stayed in the socket though.
"Sorry," the big vampire said, "I'm Emmett."He had a big grin plastered on his face. I got a friendly vibe from him. Not so much from the ice queen sitting next to him. The look she was giving me could have stripped paint from a wall. She did not greet me so Emmett introduced her. "This is Rosalie." The glare she continued to give me was beginning to grate on my nerves.
"Did I do something wrong," I asked matching her gaze with one of my own.
"No, you most certainly have not," Esme spoke immediately casting a disapproving look on Rosalie.
"You only pulled us into whatever mess you were involved in," she sneered. Her tone mad me irrationally angry. I slammed my hands on the table as I stood.
"Oh I'm very sorry you my being beaten half to death inconvenienced you," I said in a venomous tone. I looked over at Carlisle and Esme not wanting to offend them. Though I knew the way I was acting was extremely rude and a slap in the face to everything my mother had taught me of etiquette.
"Excuse me, I'd like to be alone for a while." I didn't wait for a dismissal I turned and walked out of the dining room and headed for the front door. I kept walking once I was outside. I didn't hear anyone following me. Hopefully they would give me the time I needed to cool off. I disappeared into the trees in front of the house needing to have complete solitude.
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Leah
I tried to focus on the soft ground churning beneath my paws as I ran a circuit to check for any uninvited guests. My mind kept on wandering back to my imprint. Why now after all this time and why me. I, as far as I knew was a genetic dead end and incapable of having children. The elders speculated that imprinting was how we found our mates and that would lead to stronger wolves to protect the tribe. It made no sense at all. I was glad that when I imprinted all the pain from Sam imprinting on Emily was gone really and not just pushed to the back of my mind.
Sam I was glad he had finally stepped down as Alpha and Jacob had stepped up to take his birthright. Jacob was a good leader and Sam wanted so badly to grow old with Emily. He'd done what none of the other pack had been able to do, he'd stopped phasing. Emily had been so ecstatic, I was glad I could finally be truly happy for them.
It was nice having this alone time in wolf form. It was rare when we could be alone like this. The only time you got privacy was when you were human.
Holy crap you imprinted. That was Seth my annoying brother. Happy little punk had liked the vampires ever since his battle at Edward's side so long ago. I was coming around I did like Esme and Carlisle and it was very difficult to not like Alice. The others I was at least civil too, except the blond she could be a real bitch.
Rose isn't that bad Leah. He was just so accepting and he thought she was incredibly hot. She also had an amazing …
Hey control your thoughts ugh. I mentally snarled at my brother. That was the downside to being in a pack with all male members the thoughts could be inappropriate for female company. So what did you need Seth.
Jacob sent me to help you patrol the Cullens. If you want you can go get to know Thomas and I'll get Embry or Quil to run a perimeter with me. I liked that idea I hadn't said anything to him at all. There was so much to say that I didn't know where to start.
I'm a fan of hello when I meet someone new. He was always the helpful one my brother.
Thanks Seth now why didn't I think of that. A howl broke the relative silence of the forest and then Embry's thoughts flooded the pack mind. He wisely did not mention my imprinting for which I was grateful.
No problem Leah. Well so much for gentlemanly courtesy. I felt the laughs those two were sharing. I was approaching the Cullen house when I caught Thomas's scent outside of the house and heading for the trees.
I followed his delicious scent, smirking at the guys mental retching. The scent went on until it came to a small clearing. I phased relishing being alone in my mind. He was there sitting alone a boulder that rose out of the center of the clearing. His back was to me as I walked out and realized I hadn't put my clothes back on. This imprinting thing was definitely going to cause some drama if I wasn't careful. I quickly dressed and stepped closer.
"What do you want," he said with a thick voice. I couldn't see his face but I was willing to lay odds that he had been crying. I rushed over to his side. He was looking at his hands folded in his lap. The tear streaks on his were still fairly fresh, my heart ached.
"Are you alright," I asked touching his shoulder. He jumped at my touch and looked over at me, stabbing my heart again with the sadness in his eyes. I couldn't help it I through my arms around his neck and hugged him. It was made awkward by the boulder. He slid down the side of the boulder closest to me and I followed him down so I was sitting beside him never once letting him go "it'll be okay."
His arms slid around me and he returned my hug with equal strength. We held each other like that for what could have been hours, but were in fact only moments. We let each other go unwillingly, at least I didn't want to let him go. I suspected he felt the same.
"Thank you," he said. I looked at him confused. All I had done was comfort him. "The pain I push to the side goes away when you are near me." I smiled at that glad that he didn't hurt when I was around.
"You look like your injuries have healed," the confusion in my voice. A sad smile crossed his face as he explained.
"I'm not talking about the pedestrian physical pain from injuries," he began quietly, "the cruel jab that my family was killed and I couldn't stop it." Horror painted my face at his explanation. He saw it and looked away.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't burden you with this."
"No it's alright I want to hear, to help if I can," my tone was eager. I wanted so much to know more about the beautiful man who sat beside me. He met my eyes and saw the truth there.
"Why, what am I to you," I didn't flinch at his tone which had a defeated sound to it. I guess I would have to explain to him what had happened when we first met. I was unsure of how to begin. There were no constrictions when it came to your other half so there wasn't anything I had to hide. There was just so much to tell.
"Did Carlisle explain what I am," I asked hoping I could start in the middle.
"Yes he said you were a shape shifter." Good I thanked Carlisle silently. A thought occurred to me just then so I voiced it.
"That doesn't bother you does it," I asked genuinely curious but still fearful of the answer. He saw my expression and smiled to give me confidence.
"What a hypocrite that would make me," he said "being the bastard son of a vampire." His joking tone did not diminish the spike of anger at the derision of himself. He was perfect handsome, sensitive, and kind.
"Don't you ever talk about yourself like that again," I snapped.
"Sorry, we were talking about what this attraction between us was." I took a breath to get hold of myself.
"Members of my pack feel an instant connection with their other half," I began to explain when his previous statement registered derailing my train of thought, "you're attracted to me too?" He smiled at that. His smile made me want to stare at him forever. I envied vampires at that moment and their ability to go without blinking. The silence after I asked my question was difficult, he just sat there smiling.
"You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," that was the most perfect thing he had ever said. A drop of rain fell on my cheek making me jump. Damn it why did the rain have to ruin the moment.
"Maybe we should head back," I suggested. He was on his feet in an instant offering me his hand to help me up. Chivalrous too, maybe this imprinting thing wasn't so bad after all. I took it though I hardly needed help getting to my feet. I just wanted an excuse to touch him. He pulled me up into his arms held me so I could look in his eyes.
"There has been something I have wanted to always do," he said with a small smile. I didn't get a chance to ask what before his lips met mine and the entire world ceased to exist.
