"So you…Imprinted… On me?"
"Yeah, Did I not make myself clear?"
I paused, still wrapped up in his arms so I could feel him tense at my hesitation.
"So we're stuck together?"
"Basically…"
God, what do I do? I disliked the guy, right? That old childhood enemy thing… I knew I hated him! Yet… At the moment I so didn't… I couldn't…
It was weird, but I was falling for him.
But how?
It's only been a few days since I got here. Yeah, I knew him before too, but this just seemed too quick… Way too quick.
Was this the result of the imprint thing too?
He unwund his arms from around my body, grabbing me by the waist with his huge hands and turning me around so I was still sitting on his lap, just now facing him.
"Paul…Uh…"
"Don't." He spoke, cutting me off. "I can't stand all of this anymore. I hate being away from you. I hate that you hate me. I…Hate that I can't have you…"
I blushed, not sure where to go from to take from what he said.
It didn't take him long to notice my discomfort. His expression right away turned panick stricken.
"I didn't mean… That. We'll, I wouldn't mind doing IT. But… Not until your ready…"
I laughed, clearly making him completely confused. This was all just… Funny. Halarious even. The way he spoke, you could tell he wasn't used to being so descreet about was just worried about me. Which, for some reason, I found humorous. man loved me. He was in love with me!
"What's so funny?" He asked, deafeated, I stifled back another giggle before staring downa t him.
"Sh." I hushed, placing a finger on his lips. "It's nothing, don't worry."
I then became strangely aware that his hands were still placed delicately on my hips. Yet another blush crept onto my face.
"I guess I love you too Paul." His expression lit up, and I smiled in response. "But don't think just cause of that I won't get my revenge. It's still on my to-do list."
He laughed, or more like chuckled at what I said. His happiness making a jolt of adrenaline rush through my body. Not thinking too clearly I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, closing my eyes and moving closer toward him as he groaned out in triumphant surprise.
He spent a few seconds, caught up In the outcome of the affair before finally taking control. Pressing his own lips stronger against mine.
His right hand moved away from my hip, resting on my back and proceeding to rub it affectionately. I gasped, too ticklish to pass that off as nothing. Big mistake too, because that gave him full access to my mouth.
I swear I could feel him was almost as if he knew just what to do to get his way. I clung onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I allowed him dominance.
I was a horrible kisser, considering I had absolutely no experience, but I tried none the less. And he was so happy that he was completely oblivious to my lack of knowing.
Paul gripped me and pulled away from the kiss, I didn't even have time to re-open my eyes before I was lifted up and thrown on the ground.
His lips latched itself to my neck. My breath caught in my throat.
"Paul…" I groaned, running my hand through his short hair. He said nothing in reponse and instead proceeded to nibbling on my ear.
I didn't have the strength to speak up, not with what was going on anyway. So I was extremely greatful when Jacob appeared, as embaressing as it was.
"Hey… Guys…"
Paul, instead of jumping away like what I thought he'd do, simply stopped what he was doing and stared over at him. "What?"
"Sam wanted you to head back."
He nodded in reponse and watched in silence as Jake ran off, before standing. "C'mon."
"Thanks" I mumbled, as he grabbed my hand and helped me back up to my feet.
He, in turn, simply nodded before swinging his arm around me, hoisting me into his arms and not giving me any time to get used to standing. The way he just threw me around was as if I weighed nothing at all, causing yet another storm of butterflies to rain through my body.
"It's a shame Jacob showed up when he did..." Paul mumbled, grinning kidishly down at me.
I giggled in response, resting my head up against his still shirtless chest as he started walking back in the direction of the house. Trees were flying passed us again, but I was too out of it to pay the scenery much mind. He was so warm, it was like behind back on a beach, basking in the sun. At first the memory made me a tad bit home sick, but HIS comforting touch made the feeling go away. This was right. He could be my heater.
Cheesy? I think so, but what I said back in the forest was definitely not a lie. I adored this guy. It just took me about forever to realize it.
We made it back to my fathers home in no time, though right when it came into view Paul paced himself so he was no longer running, just walking. Extremely slowly as if making our time together longer. Postponing when he'd have to let me go.
A women was the first to greet us, walking through the front door that I figured Jake or someone put back up in my absence. Thank god too, my dad would've killed them. And I was NOT going to clean up should that be the case.
"What's going on Leah?" Paul questioned, putting my down but holding me more tightly, this time against him.
Was this girl trouble? It certainly didn't look like it. Maybe this awkwardness was only cause her presence was rare or something? I couldn't be sure, of course, but out of need of something I was going to go with that explanation anyway.
She paused to stare at me briefly before looking back at him, "That THINGS made another appearance. A hiker exploring the area was... Drained." She was breathing a bit heavily now, out of anger I suppose, "Sam... The others are waiting down near the river for us."
I could hear Paul grown lightly under his breath, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a tad bit frightened.
"Yuki." He used my real name again. I guess the Katrina jig was up, "Get into the house and lock all the doors. Don't respond to anything but my voice." He let me go then, and with a light push directed me towards the door of my home.
I stared back at Paul one last time before complying and walking forwards. Passed the one known as Leah.
"Your friends safe by the way, made sure of it." She said, making me smile in thanks. What she said was reassuring and nice... But the tone that she said it in made me second guess her motives. Anyway, I travelled the rest of the way to the house and hurried inside. Yep, it was empty. Depressing but something I was used to. Back at my old place I was often times alone, and whenever my mom did show up she was upstairs in her study... Doing god knows what, but ignoring me regardless.
I turned on my heels and locked the door, just as instructed, before continuing around the rest of the house and doing the same to ever obvious entrance and exit. It was only when I got to the last opened window that Paul re-appeared once again. Only in his wolf form.
He peaked his head through the window, staring straight at me with a look of worry.
"I'll be fine." I said, figuring that's what he was getting at, "Don't worry."
I placed my hand on his head and scratched just behind his ear, causing him to close his eyes and lean his head closer towards me. "I'm more worried about you..."
I didn't know what Leah was talking about before, truthfully... But it still seemed pretty damn dangerous. Why he was more worried about my safety while his was in more jeperody was a mystery to me. As if reading my mind he stared up at me and nuzzled his noise into my hand before turning and running into the forest behind him.
I waited until he was completely out of sight before locking the last window.
Nothing more to do but wait...
I fell onto the closest couch and sighed out of boredom.
It took about forever for him to get back. Hours passed, then more hours passed, and then FINALLY, I was woken up by the sound of shouting, of course coming from outside. By now, when you hear the word; Argument, you should right away think of: Paul. But this time I couldn't find his voice in the mix, this time it was Jacob vs. Sam?
How did that kid always wind up getting into some sort of trouble? He surely wasn't the type to start it anyway...I sat up groggily, placing my feet into a pair of slippers that I conveniently placed beside the couch I was lying on, before standing up and making my way towards the front door. Honestly, I can't remember falling asleep whenever I did... Being way to persistent to stay alert until Paul and the others returned. But now, being fully rested and ready for whatever was going on, I was grateful that I had drifted off.
The first thing to meet me once I stepped through the door was the blinding darkness. My entire house was lit up with that artificial light, so the instant change from inside to outside was a bit disorienting. I spent no time complaining though. The moment my vision returned I headed straight over to the team of shirtless, desperately needs anger management, guys.
"What's going on NOW!" I breathed, making my presence known in which Paul immediately met my gaze. I had to swerve a bit to avoid it and another episode of the fluttery feeling in my chest. There's no way I could stop this argument if I was on cloud nine.
Sam was the first to respond, his voice erupted in a heavy growl, "He's a traitor, stay out of this!"
I blinked, surprised by the forcefulness of his voice. He was mad. Furious even. Sam was usually seen as the cool-headed one...
I was caught off guard as Paul stepped in front of me, blocking my view. His entire body tense in anger. Whether it was about Sam shouting at me, or the situation I couldn't be sure.
"Why's he so pissed?" I questioned, grabbing his arm and giving a kidish tug, demanding an answer.
He turned partially at my touch, staring down at me with intensity that soon turned to... Love? My cheeks flushed at the thought.
"Jacob imprinted." He said simply. My green specks of eyes widened. "But isn't that a good thing? No one attacked you when..." I fell silent, growing a bit shy, "Well... You know..."
He shook his head no, apparently hardly taken aback by my hesitation. "The problem here is that the person he imprinted on..." With that my attention turned to a girl that he pointed to. One that I hadn't noticed to be there before. She was... Terrified. Hiding behind a near by tree as she watched over what was going on. Jake never took his eyes off her, even with everything that was going on.
She was short in height, being only a little bit taller then myself. Her hair was curly and brown, falling in waves passed her shoulders. I swear each of her locks bounce with the simplest of movements, aka: Every panicked breath that she took. But, despite her foreign features there were only two things that I found strange... Her abnormally pale skin, and blood red eyes. "Is she on crack or something?"
Holding his hand to his mouth it was easy to tell that Paul was trying his best NOT to laugh at what I had said. But it was an honest statement, right? It's not like I knew what was really going on. Feeling a little foolish I looked down at the ground, concentrating on my shoes as he spoke.
"She's not high, she's—"
"Paul!" Sam barked, now glaring at him. "It doesn't matter what she is, were getting rid of her!" Jacob bolted forward only to be pushed back to where he was standing before. The outburst giving me enough time to register in my mind what it was that Sam meant.
Get rid of? Over my dead body.
While everyone was so dramatically distracted I hurried towards the girl, dismissing the fear that my mind produced upon getting close enough.
"You okay?" I asked, obviously not getting a response. Though, a quick look over her body told me she was fine. Knowing this I took a deep breath before turning to face the others.
Their gazes were fixated on me. Their expressions a mix between anger, still, and pure worry. Which i didn't understand. Why would they be worried?
It was only when I heard her stand up, felt her breath on my neck, then felt her bite me, that I knew this chick was a psycho.
Let me tell you, everything from that point on happened really. Fucking. Fast.
Two out of five of the guys ran forward, Jacob and Paul, while the others phased back into their wolf forms, growling and ultimately freaking out as I was pulled away from the girl. Creating an even worse flesh wound telling by the pain that issued. Jacob rushed passed me to her while Paul kept me close to him, his arms stopping any movement as his and ceased the amount of blood flow from my neck. I was dazed, brinking on completely blacked out. Double vision was what I was fighting with now, everything beginning to look very blurry.
But I could still hear the fight.
Jacob was thrashing wildly at the others, attempting to protect the girl as they all tried desperately to 'get rid of her'
"Stop!" I managed to mumble, of course it was too quiet for any of the m to hear over the retardation going on... "Stop it!" This time I was at leased loud enough for Paul to hear me.
"Your hurt enough without getting involved in this!" He shouted back.
And that's when I snapped. The confusion and anger I was feeling only built from there, so much so that I began to feel it course through me. Making me shake. Next thing I knew, Paul was thrown away from me, and I had pounced onto a threatening looking Sam.
He whined and attempted to strike at me with his paw. Gently at that, as if he were afraid to hit me, but I countered back with my own. Slashing a claw mark across his arm that caused him to yell out another whine. It wasn't that I was dominant, or even that he was scared of me so much as he was scared of hurting me... The idea only got me angrier. I wasn't useless, clearly, I wasn't useless.
I had phased... I was a wolf... But that didn't stop the bite mark on my neck to stop bleeding. Already the fur around it was drenched in the crimson liquid. I didn't like the smell of it, it was way too strong... I growled once more to make my point and watched as the others backed off before moving off of Sam and retreating beside Jacob who was staring over at me with wide eyes.
The girl was huddled up to him, apparently not at all scared about his wolf form. Shit, wolf form... It's not like I didn't notice it until now, but the news only really hit me now that I had time to think about it. I was like the others... Whatever adrenaline that had been coursing through my veins was gone now, and I was right away hit with the familiar dizzy nauseated feeling from before.
Suddenly I was cold again. Back in my frail human body, lying on the ground as I blinked in between consciousness and unconsciousness.
"You're alright... Let's get you inside..."
Paul's voice... I leaned up against his chest like before, listening to the vibrations of his voice rather then it itself. I couldn't properly concentrate on what he was saying anyway...
I was out by the time we got inside.