So here's the next chapter. Thanks to all the ppl who reviewed the first one. I'm glad you guys like it. please review this one as well.

"Man, I can't believe I let you guys talk me into coming. This place reeks of pot and sweat." Jacob's whiny voice grated on my nerves as I walked down the dark alley towards the small bar. I could vaguely hear Jared telling Jacob to suck it up but I tried to ignore them, my mind too full with the prospect of seeing Abby again. Every minute for the past week had been spent thinking about her and I knew I was beginning to bug the rest of the pack with my constant thoughts. While patrolling, Leah had threatened to castrate me if I didn't get the image of the pink haired woman out of my mind but it was impossible. I had tried and failed. Her face remained burned into my retinas and the pack were just going to have to deal with it. I didn't moan and groan about Jared's incessant mutterings about Kim or Sam's ever present thoughts of Emily; although I do admit that Quil's constant babbling about Claire irritated me and I was guilty of telling him to can it at least once a day but really, who wants to hear a nineteen year old guy cooing over a five year old?

"I'm going to find us a table." Embry smacked me on the arm and I nodded, distracted. I wandered around the club, keeping my eyes open for the telltale fuschia hair. I had done two laps of the bar before I heaved an angry and disappointed sigh. I had spotted her band members but there was no sign of her. I took a deep breath and located my friends, stomping towards them and throwing myself in to the corner seat, crossing my arms sullenly.

"Can't find her?" Jacob asked snidely. I glared at him, baring my teeth slightly, before looking away. Fighting Jacob in the middle of a bar was not the right way to go about impressing her and I knew it. I accepted the beer that Jared handed me and stared into it, depressed. She had told me she would be playing her tonight so where was she? We had talked for a brief, but amazing, twenty minutes last week before the drummer of her band had dragged her away. She had smiled widely at me; a sensual, seductive sort of smile that promised me things I had no right to hope for, before telling me to drop by the bar tonight, where she would be singing.

"Maybe she's in the toilets?" Jared suggested. I shrugged, trying to pretend I didn't care but I knew he would see right through me. Not only had Jared been my best friend for years, but he knew what it was like to imprint. He knew that no matter how nonchalant I tried to appear, inside my heart was busy trying to rip itself apart because I couldn't find her.

"Paul, you made it."

With four words I felt my entire body relax and lighten and I could tell there was a huge smile on my face by the snickers from my friends but I couldn't care less. I stood up and walked towards her, running my eyes over her body to ensure that nothing had happened to her in the past week.

"Abby, these are my friends. You already know Jared and this is Jacob, Embry and Quil. Guys, this is Abby."

She smiled at them, winking at Jared and I growled in his direction, too low for her to hear but loud enough for him to notice. He rolled his eyes at me and shrugged, leaning back in his seat.

"Night off?" She asked him with a smirk. I felt my heart plummet and I clenched my fists. Maybe she wasn't interested in me at all. Maybe she was using me to get to Jared. I felt torn between aching sadness and pure, unfiltered anger at the thought. How dare Jared try to come between me and my imprint? I missed their next few comments, so distracted with rage and jealousy and it was only when I felt her cool hand on my bare arm that I snapped out of my daze and turned to her, teeth still bared.

"Whoa there tiger. You okay?" She smiled at me jokingly but I could see the tension in her eyes.

"I'm fine. Why don't you let me buy you a drink?" I offered, taking her hand and pulling her away from Jared and my table of friends. I wanted her to myself.

We sat at the bar in silence for a few minutes, me sipping a beer and her taking two large gulps of her drink and then pouring the remains of it down her throat.

"So, how have you been?" She asked, running a hand through her hair. It was straightened tonight and I could smell a mixture of cherry blossom and lavender off it. It was an unusual combination but it smelt like the most amazing thing in the world and I took a deep breath, breathing her in as we sat there.

"Fine. Been working mostly. What about you?"

"Same old, same old. Working at the café during the day and singing at night. I'm exhausted but this is the last time I'm singing for a few weeks so I can get some rest."

I nodded, worry flooding my mind as I scanned her face, looking for proof of her exhaustion. In my eyes, she was the most perfect being.

"You look wonderful." I found myself murmuring, holding her gaze and watching a blush explode on her cheeks. She smiled, shyly, and ducked her head; clearing her throat and brushing her fingers through her hair once more.

"Thanks." She finally responded with a small wink. "You don't look so bad yourself."

"Hey, Abby, we're up."

I glowered at the drummer as he wrapped a hand around Abby's arm and tugged lightly. All my instincts were telling me to rip his hand off as a warning to him to never touch what was mine again but I managed to hold myself back when Abby shrugged his grip off and turned to me.

"That's my cue. I'll see you after, huh?"

I nodded at her, watching as she made her way towards the stage, her hips swaying as she walked. I sat on the bar stool and observed her climbing on to the stage and brushing herself down slightly before taking the microphone off one of the guitarists and smiling at the crowd. I had never heard of her band before but some people had and I could tell the ones who came to see them regularly by the way they stood close to the stage and waved when they caught a member of the band smiling at them. I missed her short introduction; too caught up in staring at her, but I watched as she nodded her head to the drum beat and I sighed as she began to sing in the most perfect, angelic voice I had ever heard. It was sweet, but slightly husky, and it suited her perfectly.

"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick; the one that makes me scream she says, the one that makes me laugh, she said, threw her arms around my neck; Show me how you do it and I promise you, I promise that I'll run away with you…"

I had never heard the song before and I doubted I would ever be able to listen to the original again, so perfect was her rendition of it. Her eyes were closed as she sang and I could make out the faint sheen of sweat on her forehead.

"Spinning on that dizzy edge, I kissed her face and kissed her head, and dreamed off all the different ways I had to make her glow. Why are you so far away she said, why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you? That I'm in love with you."

She opened her eyes and her gaze swept across the small bar, her blue eyes landing on mine and she smiled as she sang, sending me a small wink. I felt my heart soar with that small gesture. She was singing to me and I grinned like a fool.

"You, soft and only, you, lost and long, you, strange as angels, dancing in the deepest ocean, twisting in the water you're just like a dream; your just like a dream…"

She continued to watch me as she sang and I could feel my heart beating rapidly. I was in some sort of a trance, caught up in her and only her and nothing could bring me out of it. I didn't care if a dozen blood suckers arrived in the bar; as long as they didn't interfere with Abby singing to me, they could do whatever the hell they wanted. She closed her eyes again as she finished the song and bowed slightly as the bar exploded in applause. She was so natural up there, as if she was made to be on a stage in front of people. She was larger than life and she was mine. Of course, she didn't realise that she was mine yet but in time she would. In time I would be able to tell her about the pack and imprinting and explain to her that the two of us were made for each other and nothing could break that bond.

I wandered back to the table my friends sat at and took the seat Jacob had vacated to go to the bar.

"Someone looks pleased with himself." Embry commented with a smirk. I just shrugged and turned my attention back to the stage. She sang for what seemed like forever and by the time she was, finally, finished I was itching to have her near me again. I watched her climb off the stage and watched her stop to talk to a few of the girls standing nearby. She headed straight for the bar and I stood up, ignoring my friends conversation, and followed her lead. She was standing, nursing another drink, when I approached, her back to me.

"Hey." She jumped lightly before turning, smiling up at me. "You were amazing."

"Thanks." She beamed. "You wanna a drink?"

She turned back to order the drinks and I watched as the guitarist from her band approached us, a scowl on his face.

"Hey, baby, we're ready to go." He glared at me as he reached around me to grab Abby's hand.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" She yelped, spilling the drink she had just lifted over her hand. "Alex!"

"We're leaving." He told her firmly, casting me another dirty look. I could feel the anger begin in the pit of my stomach and my fists clenched of their own accord.

"Alex, I'm not going anywhere." Abby told him angrily. "Now back off."

He glared at her for a few more seconds before turning on his heel and storming off, knocking into me as he passed. I growled and turned to grab him but Abby gripped my arm and tugged on it until I turned and looked at her.

"Sorry about that, Alex has been a jerk since we broke up." She shrugged. "He's a jealous prat. I only tolerate him because he's the best damn guitar player in Port Angeles."

"It's okay. He didn't hurt your hand did he?" I lifted her tiny hand with my own, much larger, one and inspected it as she chuckled.

"No, I'm fine. He's all bark and no bite. Like a small, yappy dog." She winked at me and I laughed.

"As long as you're okay." I told her and she nodded. "You want to go and get a table?"

"Sure." She led me across the bar to a dark corner, where there was a free, small table. I sat down, feeling huge and clumsy, and she sat across from me, stretching slightly.

"So, Paul, tell me about yourself." She started the conversation. I shrugged.

"There's not really much to tell. I live in a small reservation beside Forks, I've lived there all my life. What about you?"

She chuckled. "Well, I was born and raised in Seattle, and I moved to Port Angeles a few years ago. I still love the city but I wanted a slower pace, you know? Then I met Mark and he invited me to be in his band. That was about three years ago. I work in Maud's café during the day and I travel around a lot at night with the band. Usually just Seattle but still. So, what type of music do you listen to?"

"Anything really. I don't get a lot of down time to just listen to music so I've never really had time to form a real opinion on it. I hate dance music, thought. Hurts my head."

She smiled at me and nodded. "I can't stand dance music. It's the only form of music I don't like. I can totally listen to almost anything."

"Yeah, what's your favourite band?" I needed to know everything about her and I was so happy she had started the conversation. It made me seem less of a stalker when I broke into the twenty questions.

"Ooh, I have a few, actually. I love The Cure, that's who the first song was by, and I love The Clash and all those old school punk bands. God, there's so much many."

"What's your favourite colour?" I asked, taking a sip of my beer and trying to sound casual. I didn't want her to think I was being too inquisitive.

"Red." She told me. "What's yours?"

"Red too." I grinned at her. It was a total lie, my favourite colour was green, but she didn't need to know that.

"Since we're on completely irrelevant but interesting questions, what's your favourite ice cream flavour?" She asked me with a smile. I chuckled and shrugged.

"I'm a huge fan of Caramel Chew Chew." I answered her. She gave a full laugh, tilting her head back and letting it loose.

"I love Caramel Chew Chew." She told me. "And I love Cherry Garcia as well."

"Okay, favourite food?" I asked when she had finished chuckling. She beamed at me.

"Pasta with tuna and mayo. Yours?"

"I will eat anything you put in front of me." I told her honestly. She chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

"You'd eat anything?" I nodded and she raised an eyebrow. "So you're pig?"

"Hey, I'm a growing boy. I need my food." I told her with a laugh.

"Well maybe you should stop eating so much then because if you grow much more you won't be able to fit inside buildings." She was so serious that I had to laugh at her. She broke into a grin and I shrugged.

"That's okay, I like the outdoors."

"Hey, Paul, it's time for us to head back." I scowled at Jared as he placed a hand on my shoulder before turning back to Abby. She smiled softly at me, taking a napkin out of her pocket and a lipstick. She scrawled her number onto the paper and handed it to me.

"Call me if your in Port Angels during the day." She smiled at me. "If I only see you at night I might start thinking you're a vampire."
I chuckled uneasily and nodded at her. "I'll give you a call."

She nodded back at me and stood, looking around the bar. She smiled at me, leaning up to kiss my cheek softly and I closed my eyes at the contact. It was so small, so subtle and it was no where near enough. I needed more. As she pulled away, I ignored my better judgement and slid my fingers through her hair and pulled her lips to mine, ignoring her small sound of surprise. She didn't fight me; I felt her lips curve into a smile beneath mine and I sighed against them. She was perfect. Her lips were soft and full and warm and perfect. I ran my fingers through her hair again before pulling back and looking down at her uncertainly.

"Wow." She looked impressed and I chuckled. "You should definitely give me a call next time you're in town."

Author's note: The song in this chapter, as mentioned, belongs to The Cure and the song in the last chapter belonged to th Vibrators. I don't own Paul or the other Werewolves.