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Paul POV:

"So anyway after Jack died I came back up here. Cruella De Vil's soul mate— AKA our step father—told me you were dead. I always assumed you were just locked up or something. But the very next day I heard someone saying that a Tala Zeta beat up some home town hero jock for picking on a retard. I knew it was you. But then I just thought you wanted to start I fight. I didn't realize you'd gone soft," Adrian spat.

I was tempted to turn around and slap the bitch back into her place but I knew that wouldn't please Tala; who was still crying.

"Gone soft? I have a soul Adrian. Maybe you should invest in one too," she said, voice cracking.

"Hm…there was a time where you could kill and not blink an eye. Have you learned nothing from the streets? Don't get close to anyone. You've gotten way to comfortable Tala. Don't come crying to me when it all disappears. Wow Bobby and Angel are in for a shock…their gonna come down soon. You remind them of Jack I think. It was nice catching up sis but I have to go. I have a business meeting," Adrian said loudly, as if to drown out the noise of Tala crying. The room had gone very quiet. Tala killing? I knew she was practically fearless…and I knew she was able to block her emotions off excruciatingly well but I never saw her as a killer. When the clang of the door closing post Adrian's departure sounded in our ears everyone turned slowly to Tala.

"Tala, honey, what did Adrian mean?" I asked quietly.

"Sh!" Emily ordered. Tala stood up abruptly, dabbed at her eyes with her sleeves, and left. We all watched her go, not quite comprehending.

"Did she just…?" Embry asked vaguely.

"Yeah." I was dreading going home. In my experience when Tala made a conscience decision to become detached it was hello queen ice bitch good bye my amazing imprint.

"I better go…" I said quietly.

"Be nice to her Paul!" Emily whispered.

"I love how you all see me as a heartless manic," I hissed. No matter how little I cared about others people problems Tala will always be my number one priority.

"Yes now where would we get that idea?" Kim said sarcastically. I shot a look of loathing over my shoulder before taking of my jeans and phasing, glad for my body heat kept me warm since it was raining, freezing weather, and pretty much pitch black.

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Tala POV:

I heard the door swing open and after one failed attempt at composing myself I gave up. Jack was dead? At one point in time…he was my life. Well actually…from the time I was eleven to sixteen I was focused on keeping me and my sister alive but I loved him and if I would have stayed in Detroit Jack would be alive. Period.

"Tala?" Paul sounded shocked. He came and wrapped his warm arms around my shoulders sitting next to me on the cold kitchen floor. I mentally bitched slapped the part of me that would always long for Jack instead. My head fell onto his chest, inches away from his nipple. A sob broke out from my chest and his arms tightened.

"He...was…my…everything." The simple sentence took me at least a minute to gag out and my mind refused to compute that this probably wasn't the best thing to say to my boyfriend. I felt him stiffen slightly but his hold on me didn't loosen and I could feel his hot lips pressed into my hair.

"I'm sorry." I couldn't respond to him, especially since it didn't sound like he meant it. I couldn't put myself in his place; the place of a jealous boyfriend that was being forced to deal with his girlfriend having a complete breakdown. He'd never had to handle my tears before. As my arms moved up mechanically to wrap around his thick waist I let my lips sort of pucker against his skin. That's how you kiss right? My mind was fogged with agony and I needed a distraction more than anything else. He didn't take the hint.

"Paul," I groaned. It was meant to sound like a whisper of longing; instead it sounded like someone was sawing my leg off and I was calling to him for help. I looked up slowly, meeting his suddenly intense gaze with pleading eyes. He released me and ran a hand through his black hair; trying to avoid my stare. "Please?" I whispered. Realization flashed in the beautiful dark orbs of his eyes and he immediately stood up. I scrambled to my feet as well, excruciatingly aware of every movement of my body and how suddenly abnormal it felt. "Please?" I said again.

For a moment he was silent then—like a damn bursting—the words spilled out. "Please what? Huh? Make love to you so you can visualize someone else while we do it?" he demanded, in the living room before I could even stabilize myself. I stumbled forward, cursing my uncooperative limbs.

"No! Paul it's not like that! Please I just need it…Paul," I was whimpering in such a pitiful way I wasn't surprised when he turned to study me. He seemed carefully guarded, hiding his astonishment at seeing me behave this way. I was beyond the point of caring and hoped the tears that were now drying on my cheeks weren't too much of o turn off.

"Please," I begged. It had the intended response. The sounds of my pathetic pleas were more then he could bear. After a few seconds of him rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet he stepped towards me and captured me in a hesitant kiss. I massaged his lips with mine hungrily. I didn't need to announce my thanks every muscle in my body screamed it as I melted into him. I doubt I would have noticed it as we fell onto the couch had the muted thud not rang in my ears. Paul's lips didn't move at all and I tried to coax his stilled mouth into some sort of response.

In my family being seductive and sexy seemed to come naturally…or at least it always had for me. As I tried to keep my mind off the one thing that would most certainly leave me practically paralyzed with grief all of my "skills" were untouchable in the safe of my head…the safe I no longer had the code to. As I raked my thoughts and memory for anything that would help get a reaction out of him my hands began to shake, along with the rest of my body. I began to give up, slowly beginning to retract, detaching myself from his indifferent form. Just as my body began to slump in defeat he came alive, holding my neck in place as his tongue glided against my lips.

I was unimaginably thankful for the change of heart and fumbled with his jean zipper. When my trembling hands failed to do anything…productive he released my neck to do it himself. Vaguely I noted how remarkably gentle he was being and resented it; the rougher the better.

After sliding off his baggy jeans he reached up to remove my shirt.

"No," I ordered bluntly. He didn't make any comment just moved to take off my pants and underwear instead. He refused completely to look at my face and I realized with a start that he was doing this just for me, and didn't want to be reminded of what he was doing…and why he was doing it. I bit my lip, almost drawing blood in my attempt to keep back the again threatening tears. I looked up at the ceiling, wondering why the people I love seem to get hurt no matter what I do.

When I felt him at my entrance I rose up slightly, letting him enter me and then slid back down. He grunted when I did this and I knew despite the circumstance the feeling of being inside your imprint felt too good to simply ignore. I was acting completely on instinct as I lifted my hips once again, only to slam back down with such force I let out an involuntary cry of pain. Sparks burst before my eyes as the overwhelming hurt shot through my limbs. Paul's groan of appreciation filled my ears and I realized that as the pain washed over me I hadn't been thinking about Jack.

With a slight smirk I repeated my movement with more enthusiasm now grateful for the border line agony it brought on. This time Paul looked at me in alarm and grabbed my bare ass with both of his large hands. Even in my distraught state I couldn't help but notice how it fit so perfectly in his warm palm.

"What?" I demanded sounding slightly hysterical.

"You're bleeding," he answered flatly. With a huff of annoyance I let him pull me up off of him and kind of push me into a standing position. I watched as crimson blood ran down my leg. I pushed the not so dull throbbing in my groin to the back of my mind and went into the bathroom. I stripped off my upper clothing, threw them into the laundry basket, and picked up a soft green wash cloth and turned on the sink. When it was wet enough I started to wash away the blood. My pussy hurt when I touched it but that was what was enthralling me. I harshly cleansed myself, angry that I had to stop fucking for something as trivial as blood and quickly wet another cloth for Paul. As I walked back into the living room he took it from me without a word; slowly wiping off the small amount of blood that coated his thick cock.

"So what now, Tala? Are you going back to your old ways? Jut using sex to do it this time instead of a razor?" he asked harshly, standing and throwing the washcloth in the laundry basket with my clothes. It took me a while to work out what he was saying and then I gasped in horror, my right hand automatically going to cover my left wrist.

"I can't believe you just said that," I was so appalled and hurt my natural reaction kicked in—intense and passionate fury. My eyebrows furrowed in rage and my fist clenched. "Is it so hard to ask for a little…help when I need to you? I'm sick of your judgmental ways. Go fuck yourself Paul!" I growled.

"Well that would be better than having a crazy bitch riding me solely to divert her from thinking about her ex!"

"Oh you selfish douche bag!" I shrieked in outrage.

"You selfish bitch," he retorted. I could hear the blood rushing behind my ears and I desperately wished that my balled up fist would hurt him if it struck his beautifully toned bronze chest.

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PAUL POV:

It was working. My methods might not be conventional but damn it they worked. She wanted a distraction. Fuck I'll give her one like she's never seen. I looked away from her glorious, naked body in the hopes of getting my painfully hard cock to fall limp.

"Me selfish? Oh pardon me for being the one to want to fuck for a change! Every freaking night you come home ready to pass out after patrol but somehow you always manage to squeeze in a quick fuck before you roll off me and fall asleep! Now that is selfish! Can you imagine how that makes me feel? I feel like your whore Paul!" I knew she was lying. I had never treated her like a slut and whenever we made love I made it a point to cherish her. Despite me knowing that she was lying with every fiber in my being the words still stung and I moved closer to her, tilting her quivering chin up so she was forced to meet my eye.

"Liar," I said, sneering. Her impossibly beautiful light brown eyes filled once again.

"I hate you," she whispered.

"No you don't…you don't mean that," I said back, pressing her naked body against mine, warming her taunt nipples as I forced her to me. Tala convulsed slightly and I knew that my body heat was too much to resist on this rainy, cold day.

"Why are you so awful?" she asked in a tired voice.

I chuckled softly and kissed her forehead when she looked up at me.

"Because…you wouldn't have me any other way."

"Paul?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. But next time…be nicer," she said, sounding sleepy. I smiled, surprised how quickly she had caught on to my little scheme.

"Ok," I murmured, taking her tiny hand in mine and leading her to the bedroom. Tala moved slowly, as if she could pass out any minute and I carefully leaned her against the wall as I went to change the sheets on our bed.

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TALA POV:

Maybe I was insane. I mean why else would I return to him every time when he said something ridiculously hurtful and even applaud him for doing it in some cases. But when I lay down next to him I didn't feel insane at all. On the contrary I felt like for the first time all day I was thinking clearly. Paul hitting me was wrong and if it happened again I can't imagine what I'd do. My sister was alive but no longer was she the friendly little girl who had hung on my every word; the streets had changed her and not for the better. Jack was dead but with Paul and my new friends and sort of adapted family I could get through it. The one person I could not and would not live without was lying next to me.

Paul was an idiot sometimes and he had the emotional range of a teaspoon, but he loves me more than anything. I smiled at the thought and leaned closer to him. Paul sighed when our skin touched and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer. It was so freezing outside, the thin comforter and soft sheet weren't enough to keep my warm. I didn't even feel embarrassed about the low moan that escaped my lips as my goose bump covered flesh touched his perfectly smooth skin.

I felt his finger traveling slowly up and down my back tickling me lightly. I smirked and let out a slight gasp when a huge clap of thunder shook our small house. Paul just held me tighter, stopping with the mindless circles he was drawing on my back with his index finger.