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Chapter 5

"She fell asleep? Seriously? Oh my god, hilarious!" I heard a voice yell. Hey! I'm trying to sleep. I groaned, loud. And they stopped talking. Thank you. I snuggled deep into a nice warm blanket.

"Hey! Come on! Now that you know I wanna play around!" the voice said again. I'm. not. Happy. I wanna sleep! My eyes snapped open. And I glared at the person who was practically yelled in my ear. It was Seth, and right behind him was the two twins, Collin and Brady. Or 'thing 1' and 'thing 2' as I so justly nicknamed them.

"Can I help you, mutt?" I said. Already deciding on a new nickname for every one of the giants. He stared at me wide eyed. "What, puppy never seen and angry not-so-morning-person?"

"But, Chaaaarlieeeee." He whined. "I'm bored! And everyone else went out to look for that weirdo vampire for you. We were left here to keep you safe!" he said triumphantly.

"But wait. If I understand the whole imprinting thing correctly, wouldn't Paul be dying to stay with me?" not that it really mattered. I don't think the whole imprinting thing is all that right. Yeah, suuure you think that. Shut up.

"Well, duuuh! But Sam ordered him to go. Yoooou knooow. Because he's one of the oldest they need him to help find the guy. Speaking of pancakes, can you cook us some? Pleeease?" he said. And then he and the twins both went into puppy-dog faces. How fitting. I groaned again then tossed my nice warm blanket to the side. I lifted myself up from the couch and noticed I was some place unfamiliar.

"Hey, where the hell am I?" I asked to no one in particular.

"Well, you're at the Cullen's house duuuh!" all three said in unison. Because that wasn't creepy as hell. Only thing that would make it any creepier was if they were Gingers. I shuddered at the thought.

"Who the hell are the Cullens?" I asked. I think I've heard there name before, but I'm not that sure.

"Oh, yeah. You don't know them do you. They're a coven of vampires that live in Forks. But don't worry, they don't eat people. And they're really nice. Especially Esme. She cooks almost as good as Emily." Seth chimed. Oh, that's nice.

"Where are they? By the way. Emily, and the other imprints. And the Cullens. Where are they?" I asked. With my eyebrow raised.

"Oh, well all the imprints are on the Rez. They got wolves patrolling all around the Rez. And the Cullens are out helping them look for the bad vamp." He said. But then…

"But why am I separate from the other imprints?" I said and cocked my head to the side. All three of them looked like they had done something bad.

"Um…no reason" said Thing 1. I glared.

"Tell me. Now. Or I'm not making you food. Ever" I said. Knowing how much these guys loved food. And the threat of not getting any was almost torture. He all looked at each other. My guess is trying to figure out whether they should tell me or not.

"Well, you're here, and not with the others because…well-" one of the twins started.

"-because they thought that with the guy after you, that they didn't want to put the rest of the imprints in danger. But, if you think about it, it does make sense." Seth finished. He looked so sad. And I felt sad. And angry. But he was right. It did make sense. They had to protect their own. And I wasn't their own.

"Even Claudia?" I asked. Grasping for some little glimmer of hope. He nodded solemnly. I sighed. My best friend, my sister. And I was away from her because I was some danger. I shrugged my shoulders and hung my head. I guess I'll go make these boys pancakes now.

"Okay, so where's the kitchen."

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Oh. My. God. This kitchen. Was. Fucking. Huge! I just stared at it for a little while. I just gaped at it. Until I felt someone nudge me. I glared back at Seth and his two cronies.

"Don't rush me." I stated. I spent some time getting to know the kitchen. I wasn't all that good of a cook. I mean I've set my fair share of stoves on fire, but I was good enough to make some simple pancakes. I looked around for some pancake mix and found a whole cupboard full of the stuff. I guess these guys were over here quite often looking for some pancakes. I grabbed a couple of boxes of the stuff. Whatever these guys didn't eat I guess I could save for the rest of the dogs. I started fixing them their food when a couple of questions came to mind.

"So…you guys, you don't have imprints?" I asked. I guess I struck a chord with Seth, cuz he kinda flinched.

"Nah, not yet." Seth said. While Collin and Brady talked of being too much of 'players' to get caught up in that. I rolled my eyes at them and shrugged. As soon as one pancake was done they would fight over it until someone finally either licked it, or stuffed it in their mouth.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Ya'll calm down. Stop! Now, Sit!" They complied. "Good doggies." I said and gave them each a pancake which they scarfed down greedily. I put three plates in front of them. I placed a pancake on one of the plates. They went to reach for it but I scolded them and told them to wait until they all had some. Because, sharing is caring. I waited until I had stacked about a foots height in front of them, when the look in their eyes got too much to bear I let them eat.

"Go ahead" I said and they made all of the pancakes disappear in a short amount of time. I turned back to the stove to make myself some.

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Hmmmm hm-hmm-hmmmmm. Hmmmm-hm-hm. Hm. Hmmmm-hm-hm. I hummed. I was bored. Not just god this math teacher's voice puts me to sleep kinda bored. But the bored like I've been stuck in some Richie-rich house with supernatural creatures for way to long. I hadn't been able to leave the house in three weeks. Three whole weeks. And I was going crazy here! I swear I had already gained ten pounds with all the food they've been trying to stuff down my throat. Not I really complained, for people who don't eat they sure do cook up some good food. I was missing so much school work. The boys would go to school and get my work for me. Apparently I had pneumonia.

But still. I haven't seen anyone in these past three weeks besides Seth, Collin, Brady, Jacob, Giggles would come visit with the kid and Embry, not often because apparently Sam had a stick up his ass about any and all imprints beside me being around the Cullens. Ass. Paul, of course was there nearly around the clock, and the vampires, which includes the girl with the reddish colored hair. Who, as it turns out, is half vampire. Shocker, right? Not really. You see, seeing your psychotic ex boyfriend again, witnessing some of your best friends turn into giant wolves, and regaining the ability to walk without a cane, nothing could really surprise me.

The short one kept trying to get me to go shopping with her. Which I denied. A lot. But that didn't stop her from still buying me an assload of clothes, most of which were things I would never wear. But she did get some good stuff. Like dickies pants, plain t-shirts, and some nice sneakers. But she seemed ashamed of that fact. Poor little pixie. Not. I heard the stories; I would not become a 'life-sized' Barbie like the one I used to have when I was a kid. But someone thought it would be hilarious to take it from a little kid and set it on fire. So excuse me if I didn't want to reach the same fate as my old friend 'Puta'. Yes I had named her 'hoar'. But I was a kid! I thought it was a compliment since they called my aunt that all the time, and I loved my aunt.

Every now and then I would play 'Freak out the empath'. One of my new favorite games. It was right up there with 'Scar the mind rapist'. Both games took tons of mental skill. With 'Freak out the empath' I would go into the same room as the blond guy, Jasper, and force myself to feel all sorts of emotions to see how long it would take for him to either, retaliate, or just leave. Whenever he retaliated it was much funnier. Because then we would go until one of us succeeded in making the other do something weird. Like cry. I made him cry once. I won that game. And then he made me jump Paul as soon as he had walked in the door. Something I'm pretty sure Paul enjoyed. After that they didn't really want me to play with Jasper anymore.

But in 'Scar the mind rapist' I would do just that. I could take my mind to strange, and often frightening, places. I would make up all sorts of embarrassing situations in my head, many of which included Mr. Mind Rapist doing some, none-too appropriate things. This game was always funnier since I could play it from any room of the house and he would appear out of nowhere and stare at me like I had just kicked a puppy. I knew it was torture. And found amusement in it. But I guess Bella had enough of me freaking out her husband because she put a friggin shield around my mind. Which was good, because now I didn't have the Mind Rapist going into some private places. But still! I didn't get to play my favorite games anymore.

And in my time in limbo at the glass house I had gotten some pretty nice news. Giggles was preggers. Which would make me an auntie again. And Little Joshua would be a big brother. I hope its a girl. I would like to be the cool aunt to some little girl. I could give her the sex talk. Not that pussy 'bird and the bees' talk, but the hardcore sex talk. Full of graphic and scarring details that would keep the kid a virgin 'till she's fifty. I smirked at the thought. But even thinking had gotten boring.

So now I had taken to bouncing a tennis ball against the wall. For four straight hours. With every bounce of the ball the mind rapist in the corner who was busy with his piano would get visibly angrier. I was egging him on. And I was enjoying it. If I couldn't play Brokeback Mountain in my head and replace Heath Ledger with Eddiekins I could still finds ways to piss him off. With every toss the ball came close and closer to his head. Finally I guess he had had enough because his hand shot out and snatched the ball from the air and threw it out the nearest window. Effectively breaking the window, and taking away my most recent source of entertainment. I glared at him.

"Ass." Said and got up to find some other form of entertainment. I wandered through the house before finally deciding to venture outside to try and retrieve the ball Mr. Mind Rapist had gotten rid of. God, what I wouldn't give to have the shield up so I could insult him freely, and have him know. I stood outside the broken window and raised my arm to try and guess which direction the ball went. After picking a course I took the nearly empty packet of cigarettes and pulled one out. I lit it and started out on my recon mission. Once I had left from the view of the house I heard a rustling in a bush near me. I looked quickly and my heart started beating faster. Oh, god. Is it Spooky? Did he get passed all the werewolves and vampires and finally come to corner me and the woods and kill me?

I looked around widely, the cigarette flew from my mouth and off in some direction. I felt panic run through me. He was out there wasn't he? Watching from just beyond my vision. Moving in for the kill. I heard the rustling again and opened my mouth to prepare to scream. Someone stepped through the bushes but instead of it being Spooky it was Paul. I felt the all panic and fear dissipate and I was flooded with relief. I could have cried right then and there. I don't know why, but Paul made me feel safe. Like, as long as he was around nothing could ever hurt me. Screw it, I knew why. That freaking imprint thing.

"Uh, hey" he said awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck. I flung myself forward and hugged him. I could feel him hesitantly put his arms around me. I breathed in his familiar scent of dog and the woods.

"Hi." I said into his chest. "You scared me. Please don't do that again. I thought you were him." I said. He tensed. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. Hold up Charlie, grow a pair.

"Charlie, I'm sorry. But, we haven't seen him. He just disappeared. His scent ends at the Pacific Ocean. We don't know where he is." He said. I closed my eyes. He is still out there. He's out there somewhere planning something. Tears were filling up my eyes. Threatening to fall. Come on man, don't be like this.

"He'll be back…" I said. The last words he said to me echoed through my mind. He'll be back. And he'll be angry. And when he's angry, nothing good comes of it.

"I'm sorry, but Sam called off the search. It's time for life to go back to normal. Or as normal as it can be for a bunch of werewolves." He said laughing awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood. He leaned down and stared into my eyes. And I stared into his. I got lost for a little while, and I could feel our lips betting closer and closer. His lips brushed mine, then he pulled away embarrassed. I smirked.

"Charlie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for tha-" I cut him off by pressing my lips onto his. I pulled away slightly.

"You talk too much, pinche." I whispered.

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A little fluff for because I'm just a sucker for a little fluff :D

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