The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that there was an arm around my waist. A very temperature-wise hot arm. What?
Next, I noticed my knives and gun were gone. As well as my coat. Damn.

Then, I remembered what had happened before I fainted.
I jolted upright, waking Jacob in the process.

"what the- You're up! How are you?" He asked, placing a hand on the side of my face.
I just about leaned into it, when my mental defenses blew up around my vulnerable side, and I smacked his hand away, hissing with fury.

"I just woke up in the arms of a fucking monster, but of course I'm just fucking peachy" I spat at him.

A look of sadness and pain showed in his eyes, but I decided that I should leave before I got all mushy for a shape-shifter again.

I stood up quickly, and marched out of the room, looking for my personal effects.
"BILLY!" I screeched when I couldn't find anything. He didn't come, but a sad looking Jacob came in.
His shoulder were drooping and his head was lowered. He truly looked like a beaten puppy.
Instantly, I felt the need to comfort him, to wrap my arms around his torso and let him cry his eyes out and ruin my shirt. But instead, what I did say was;

"where the hell is my gun when I need it? Do you know where my weapons are?"
Jacob nodded his head and dragged his feet to the kitchen, where he pulled out my knives and jacket.

I took them, and decided maybe he wasn't that bad. He had just given the Executioner her weapons after all. Maybe he just had a death wish. So I did the unthinkable. I smiled at him. A true, genuine smile. He picked up on this, and totally changed. he started beaming at me, grinning like an idiot.

"I won't kill you. Not this time, shape- I mean Jacob. Maybe you're not as bad as the rest of the supernatural world. Or maybe it's just because I'm your imprint." I walked up to him and broke another record. I reached up and kissed him. I can't believe I just kissed a monster. I'm crazy. Someone call the mental ward, I'm going to lock myself up.
You know you like it a voice said in my head.
Shut up conscience.
Just then, Jacob seemed to realize what I was doing, for he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed his lips to mine harshly.
My body was aching for him, I needed to deepen this kiss to see if my dream was right... No.

I pulled away from the kiss, my chest rising and falling quickly with each ragged breath.

"I- I have to go" I tried to turn around, but he grabbed the back of my head and brought his lips to mine again.
Oh, how I wanted to stay like this, but I knew I couldn't because it would completely screw up my reputation. Having sex with a shape-shifter? It doesn't matter if he's supposedly my soul mate, it can't happen. Not now, not ever.
But my body wasn't listening, and when Jacob licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance, I granted it to him.
God damned imprinting.
But oh, he was a good kisser. The best ever, I must say. Or maybe it's just because he's my soulmate.
When his hands slipped under my shirt, my mind kicked into high gear and I took a step back, my breathing heavy and eyes wide.

"I- I shouldn't have..." I didn't finish my sentence, I just shook my head and ran out.
"Heather, wait!" I heard Jacob calling my name, but I really shouldn't be doing this.

I ignored him, and ran back to my Impala, getting in quickly and zipping through the streets to get back to my shack to get ready for school.

I looked at the clock in my dashboard, only to find I was late for school. Shit. So, I simply veered towards the school and put my knives and guns back in place.
I quickly got out and grabbed my old backpack from the trunk, putting it on my shoulders.

I ran to the main entrance, throwing the door open and rushing to the office.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late, alarm clock problems," I decided right then that I would permanently keep my thick Irish accent for school. It would be fun.

Beatrice looked surprised that I actually showed up, but she nodded and handed me a small pink slip.
"Alright honey, I want you to make all your teachers sign this at the end of class, and you can bring it back after school. Understood?"

I just nodded, grabbed the slip, and headed to where I believed my locker was.
I got the combination wrong twice before actually making it work, and I put my bag in.

I dreaded having to put my jacket and gun in my locker, but I knew I didn't have much choice. At least I still had my knives.
I shoved my leather jacket in my locker with my bag, pulled out a notebook and a full pencil-case, and my schedule, and marched off to my first class. History.

"And of course-" I cut the teacher off by strolling into class and handing the teacher my slip.

"Mr. Jones, right?" I said with a grin.
He sighed, and nodded.

"Class we seem to have a new student. Tell us about yourself" he said, while signing the slip.

"Hello, my name is Heather O'Connell. I travel a lot, I'm Irish and I'm deathly afraid of little kids." I said, looking around the class.
I noticed everyone had a copper-colored skin.
As I stared, the taller ones (there were two) lipped 'The Executioner'.
In fact, there was only one place left and that was between both.

With my head high and proud, I took my slip back and walked to the one and only free spot.

The teacher rolled his eyes at my antics, and continued on with his lessons.
I ripped a paper from my notebook in two, and scrawled neatly on both pieces of paper:

Meet me after school. Yours truly, The Executioner

I usually would have written something more like 'you're dead'. Scratch that, I would have simply killed , what if they were in Jacob's pack? I didn't want anybody to see the blood-bath.
After all, I truly didn't have the right gun anyways. I would have to treat them like vampires; chop the head off, burn the I don't want to.

I sighed, and quickly handed them both the papers.
This might be harsh.

The one on the right handed his paper back, with a horrible scrawl on it. I could barely read it.

Sure babe. My name's Quil ;)
I rolled my eyes at his antics.

Then came the other paper.
what's your problem, Executioner? Can't kill us in public?

I rolled my eyes and responded.
In fact, mutt, I can't. Not unless I want to get arrested.
I sent it back, and took Quil's paper.

what's the other douche's name, hun? ;) I flirted a bit.
I knew it would piss Jacob off, and it might get me a better answer. I sent the paper back.

"Paul" I heard Quil say between coughs. I chuckled a bit.
I heard Paul growl slightly, but I ignored it.

When the bell signaling the end of class rang, all three of us went to my locker.

"I could kill you right now, you know." I told then, my face straight.
Quil gulped, but Paul sneered.

"you can't, we're in Jacob's pack" he smirked. That seemed to cheer Quil up a bit.

"You poor, poor pup. I can't kill Jacob because he's my supposed soulmate, but that doesn't affect any other pack member." I grinned evilly, and both mutts shut up.

"seriously?" Quil whimpered.

"Yeah. But Since I learned that there are vamps where ever you are, I'm going to use you and your pack to help me kill those damn leeches." I sneered the last part.

They suddenly looked rather nervous. I wonder why.

"Um, Heather, we-" Paul was interrupted by the bell.

"gotta go dogs, tell Jacob I say hi!" I said, and bolted to my next class.

I can't believe I'm befriending a bunch of monsters. What the hell is wrong with me?