Hey everyone. Sorry about not updating in a while, but my life's been pretty stressful lately. First I've been dealing with a lot from finding out I'm pregnant and than I find the guy I thought I love and the one that knocked me up with another woman and than I have to kick him to the curb. After I found out he's cheating on me than he had to explain like all men do 'baby, I couldn't handle the baby stress anymore' and than told me my hormones were retarded? What an ass right? Sorry y'all I've been going through a lot and with a baby on the way I might not be able to update daily... But I'll try and be better by posting once a week or so. Sound good? I could really use some support.
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A few minutes of tossing and turning her Sammy finally got Dakota to wake up from her temporary coma. D and Sammy were currently crashing in the guest room at Sam and Emily's place. All the guys went home hours ago and D had passed out on the first bed she spotted, exhausted from the plane ride, and all the unpacking. Though D was as tired as she'd been in a while Sammy had other plans for the two that she was sure Sam wouldn't allow right away.
"D," Sammy whispered Shaking her just a little more. Just like D she'd kicked her covers off in the middle of her sleep and rolled onto her stomach hugging the pillow so close to her face she could have suffocated.
"Hmm," Dakota moaned tossing once before staying still once again. Sammy sat on the side of the bed and began again.
"Wanna go clubbing?" She questioned.
"Are you nuts?" Dakota could have sounded a bit more convincing but she was too tired to have much life to her voice. "Sam would kill me and kill you twice. I'm not going to piss him the hell off on the first night; just go back to bed Sammy."
Sammy thought for a moment. "Sam can't get mad if he doesn't know right?"
"I'm tired and what if we got split up in the club?" Dakota would always use her blind state as a defense but Sammy knew she could get around just like a normal human. Her other senses where made ten times better since she became blind and she could tell people apart even by their smell. Sammy knew way more about Dakota than Dakota did herself.
"D that was a very lame excuse." Sammy said pointedly. Dakota rolled over in the bed and looked toward her smiling sister and although she couldn't see her she still narrowed her eyes.
"I'm still tired, did that ever occur to you?"
Sammy let out an exasperated sigh. "Please, I wanna hook up with someone but I don't want to go alone."
"What a whore." Dakota turned over and smiled to herself when Sammy nudged her side playfully. "Fine I'll go but don't get too drunk; I'll still need a ride home."
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I took only minutes for Sammy to work her magic on Dakota's face and wardrobe. Dakota trusted Sammy enough to make her look irresistible even if she already was. Dakota was wearing very light makeup that was barely noticeable she also wore a black blouse that puffed out and flowed around her chest and arms but hugged her mid section and stopped at her belly button. Along with all that she was wearing Black booty shorts black stiletto boots. Her thick jet black curls tickled the exposed skin on her backside and flowed nicely over her shoulders.
Sammy's outfit was almost identical to her sisters, only instead of wearing black she was wearing sky blue.
Not many club's were in Port Angeles and Sammy or Dakota didn't want to wander too far so they went to a bar that was about an hour into Port Angeles. There Sammy was all eyes when she stepped foot into the bar. Males drooled at the sight of her and women narrowed their eyes with death glares. Once Sammy was settled in front of the extremely hot bar tender on a stool it was time for Dakota to make her entrance. As usual it took everything in the men's power to look away from Sammy but they didn't regret it when they saw Dakota walk through the bar's entrance. The Bar tender was too distracted my Sammy to even look away, by giving her free martini's. The rest of the guys in the bar took it upon themselves to introduce themselves and show her around the bar.
Dakota could tell the difference between the drunken idiots and the somewhat sober men by the reeking of alcohol in their breath. She learned to stay away from them from passed experiences with ex boyfriends and just random guys off the street.
After a while Dakota excused herself and went over toward her sister who she could hear laughing across the room. Dakota took the seat next to her and smiled at Sammy and the bar tender who was now looking back and forth between the two confused.
"Twins," Sammy clarified. The bar tender nodded and Dakota ordered two virgin martini's for them both. Of course they got them free as well; the bar tender was a sucker.
"So now that you have your lay, can I go home?" Dakota giggled quickly when the tender had to go in the back part of the bar.
"Yeah, I guess, he's getting off his shift now and I can drop you off and go to his place." Sammy answered obviously slightly buzzed. No one normal would have been able to tell but being Sammy's older sister and having her senses ten times better than normal she could tell the woman had drunken a little tonight.
"Okay, good, I haven't been feeling so good." Dakota stated and instantly felt her sister's hand on her forehead.
"You don't feel so good either." Sammy confirmed just as the tender guy came from the back that Dakota learned his name was Alec. "If you don't mind I need to drop my sister off and than we can go." Her voice took on a flirtatious tone toward the end. Alec nodded his head and smiled before escorting the two out of the bar and following himself.
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It burned. Stung. Or anything else to that affect, it was. Excruciating pain seared throughout her body in waves of misery. The only thing she could fathom was that there were more people in the room with her, and someone was screaming. It took Dakota only seconds to realize the screaming was coming from her. The feeling of her body being ripped apart was immense and overwhelming.
Sam sat next to her head on her bed and held her hand while Emily tried her best to keep her head from hitting the wall. They weren't alone for long though. Paul could hear her screams and the scent of her sweat from miles to no end. It was no wonder he came crashing through the doors to get to his lovely imprint.
The sight of her sent his body into a panic not knowing what he should do to help her. He was miserable. His imprint was in pain and he could do nothing about it.
"Paul, stay back," Sam's voice instantly took control for Paul's body and he took a step back. "Emily, I need you to leave the room." The look in his eyes meant it was for her own good and Emily nodded before making a beeline for the door. "I'm not even sure if it's happening yet." Sam's voice was a whisper but Paul heard it and that only sent his mind even more to the edge.
The thought of his sweet imprint being hurt was enough to break his heart, but the sight did that and made ever last bit of emotion dissolve. The only thing he could feel was fear and every one of the other emotions turned into just that.
After a few minutes Dakota's body finally relaxed and settled on the bed and her hand rested lightly in Sam's arms. Dakota was asleep like nothing had even happened, or at least passed out from all the pain. Her breathing was steady and shallow and her eyes weren't scrunched together in pain and her body was seemingly relaxed.
"Let her rest," Sam stated before gently letting her body fall onto the bed and walking toward the door. "It'll all be okay." He said once he reached Paul, but it sounded like he said it more to himself than Paul. Sam closed the door leaving Paul in there alone with a sleeping Dakota.
What in the world? Paul had to have that question wandering through his head. The one that would send him into a spiral trying to answer.
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When Dakota opened her ice blue eyes her hand searched for the end of the bed. Once she found it she swiped her forehead with the back of her hand feeling the cold sweat attach to it. Dakota's head hurt and she still couldn't figure out why she felt so awful that morning. The weirder thing was, she felt ten times more powerful and great.
She slung her feet over the edge of the bed and stood up wobbling a little and than standing taller than she ever had. Once she gained her balance back she sensed a presence in the room with her; a big one at that. Her ears instantly picked up on the light breathing in the corner across the room from the head of her bed. She gasped slightly when the sent filled her nose. She'd smelt it before, she just couldn't figure out where.
Her small gasp might have woken up who ever was there because the next thing she heard was a deep male voice.
"Dakota," The man's voice sounded groggy and stiff so it wasn't a surprise she couldn't ell who it was exactly. "I'm sorry, it's just me, Paul, I'll leave." She could feel him stand up next to her and she shook her head.
"No, it's okay, you just scared me a little." She admitted. "What time is it?"
Paul glanced at the clock. "Only seven," He answered. "You should go back to sleep; you had a pretty rough night." He gestured to her bed, but she looked at him, her eyebrow cocked slightly.
"How?" If she had grown two heads Paul would have looked at her less surprised. He wasn't sure if he should say anything.
Would it be better if she just didn't know?
"Uh, you were tossing a little in your sleep, S'all." He lied.
"Oh," She sat back down on her bed. "I must have had a nightmare; I still don't feel so hot." She rested her hand across her head and looked to the door. "Emily's making pancakes." She announced.
"How can you tell? I can't even tell and I'm –" Well, that made him stop. He was a werewolf and he couldn't even tell Emily was going to make pancakes until the smell of the cooking batter just hit the pan in the kitchen.
"I smelt the batter she was mixing. Why?" That's when it hit Paul that her voice had become even more hypnotizing and bizarrely beautiful. Dakota knew her senses were stronger than a normal persons was – due to her blindness – so she really didn't think anything of it. Only the sent was so strong in her nose that she would be positive that any normal person could smell it as well.
There was a short pause and than Paul's voice was heard again.
"Um, never mind, let's just go into the kitchen and wait for breakfast to be done." He suggested and helped her off the bed. Dakota nodded skeptically as he dragged her out the door and into the kitchen. By the time they had entered the kitchen Dakota was literally drooling and ready to stuff her face like every morning.
"Hey, D," Sam greeted when she sat down, pulling her in to kiss the top of her head.
"'Morning Sam," She replied. "Did Sammy get home yet?" Dakota asked when she felt a plate land in front of her, steam melting off and licking the planes of her face. Dakota licked her lips waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, she passed out on the couch; I think she might have a hang over." Sam admitted obviously not to happy about Sammy's choice in activities.
"Hmm," Dakota moaned when the sweet chocolate chip pancakes hit her tongue and nodded. "She hooked up with some really cute bar tender, or so she said." Dakota rolled her eyes and flipped her hair back so it didn't get into the plate of delicious food. "The way she described him, he sounded cute but not my type; blond hair, green eyes. I'm more of dark hair, dark eyes, tall, tan, and buff kind of girl." Dakota heard a laugh from the head of the kitchen and turned around.
"I'm with you there," Emily's voice chimed.
"Oh, hi Em, I didn't know you were in here; too much food to block the sent." Again two laughs broke out into the kitchen air and Dakota could feel a pair of eyes wandering over her body. Dakota felt uncomfortable suddenly and made a quick get away. "I'm going to go wake up Sammy." She stated and stood up.
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Once Dakota was out of the room Paul's mouth couldn't stay closed any longer.
"What the hell happened last night?" Paul's voice was way to low for human ears to hear so he was pretty positive no one but Sam could hear him. Sam didn't answer right away. "Sam, she looked like was having a fucking seizure while on fire Sam, what happened?" Paul demanded his fist hitting the table and the shaking beginning.
"Paul, calm down," Sam started but before he could go on Paul began again.
"Calm down? My imprint just went through all that and you what me to be calm?"
"Is everything okay in there?" Dakota's voice sounded from the living room.
"Yeah, everything's fine D." Sam answered not taking his eyes off of Paul. "Paul, she's been going through changes; big ones. She's not normal, that's all I can tell you until she tells you herself."
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The day went on like any other, with the exception of two new people in the bunch. The rest of the male's were over once they smelled the food and to stare at the new pretty girls in town, and they even invited the girls to cliff diving. Sammy was definitely not up for it due to her hang over and Sam didn't approve of Dakota jumping off a 50 ft cliff, and if she couldn't jump like everyone else she wasn't going. That left Sammy, and Dakota at the house alone until night time. Everyone drank a little, including Dakota, and finally they thought it was time to call it a night. Paul fell asleep on the couch early knowing he was sleeping over at Sam and Emily's anyway and Dakota and Sammy went in the guest room and passed out along with Sam and Emily.
Paul was nicely sprawled out on the couch when he woke up to a gentle push in the side. When he opened his eyes he looked at a sight he would be perfectly complete if he was able to wake up to it every morning. Dakota was smiling down at him sweetly her eyes scanning him with a small giggle. When he caught sight of her eyes he noticed the color in them wasn't blue; they were purple and had golden twists in them.
"You awake?" She looked back into his eyes and nodded her head. "Alright, ignore me, I'll be in the kitchen." She straightened up and walked into Sam and Emily's kitchen. The moment she walked in there, he heard something hit the floor and he was immediately on his feet and in the kitchen before he even knew himself. Dakota was curled into a ball on the floor, her head in the curve of her arm that rested on her knees. Just by looking at her like this he could tell she was crying but before his brain could tell, he was on his hands and knees in front of her trying to get her to lift up her head.
Her gasp brought her head up but the look on her face was definitely different. Her eyes were completely black the white disappearing fast. Her face had blood stains down the sides and the tears she'd been crying were blood red and stopping in the middle of her face only to disappear. Her body was covered in blood only there was no wounds to be seen, leaving only the explanation that it was someone else's blood.
"Paul, help me!" She cried. "I don't like the change. I can't be this way." Paul was at a loss as to what to do, he only tried to hold her, but she pushed him away. "Don't touch me!" This was the scariest experience of his life. His own imprint was pushing him away.
"Paul!" He heard a voice call his name, but it sounded distant. "Paul!" He woke up with a gasp to Sammy hovering over him. "Breakfast is ready bub, get a plate before D eats it all."