Angels and werewolves

Chapter 9- Seth

'Anybody else find her weird?' Whispered Leah, as soon as she thought Angel was safely out of ear shot. 'The way she spoke, so polite and stiff. Bet she's a stiff virgin.' Leah said spitefully.

'Shut up Leah.' Sam snapped. 'Just because she's nice, doesn't automatically make her a prick. You'd better watch your tongue. Not everyone's a narcissistic bi-'

'Watch your language.' Billy reprimanded.

'Sorry.' Sam muttered, admonished.

Leah, however, did not relent. 'I never said anything about her being a prick. You came up with that one on your own.' Leah said smugly.

'Somebody, get her out of my sight before I rip out her throat' Sam hissed.

'Whoa! Easy there guys. Come on Sis, we gotta go tell the Cullens about that new wolf anyway.' Seth stepped in, trying to break up the fight.

'Yeah. You're right. We don't need her. I'll come with you. Embry, Paul, you guys come too.' Sam barked out the orders and stormed out the door, Seth, Embry and Paul following.

'Why's he gotta come with us?' Embry asked as they left the house.

'He comes because he's got the best connection with the vampires. They're friends, so they're more likely to listen to us if he's around.' Sam replied, as they jogged down the trail and into the woods. They stripped and tied their bundled up clothes to their ankles before phasing.

Guys, don't talk about me like I'm not there. Seth whined.

Hey, do any of you think the girl is the new wolf we spied about town? Paul speculated.

Can't be. We've never seen her before, and she's a girl. Girls can't be wolves. Sam replied.

Ahem. Leah. Seth reminded him.

Yeah but she's menopausal, so Angel should be menopausal too.

How do you know she's not? Embry asked.

It's because Jake imprinted on her. Remember what the elders said. We imprint on the person who's most likely to carry on the Quileute gene. And Angel can't carry it on if she's menopausal. Sam explained impatiently.

But that's just speculation. She may still- Embry started to think but Seth cut him off.

No I'm pretty sure it's not her. We'd have known if anyone had phased because they must phase before they leave the town. Angel just arrived and no other girl has ever phased before. Sam faltered. He knew another girl who had phased. But, it can't be her, she was 14 and she must have stopped aging. He controlled his thoughts before any of the others could hear. Not that it was likely they would hear, over the argument going on between Seth and Embry.

Who said they have to phase in La Push?

They need to be around vampires and werewolves to phase.

There are vampires everywhere in the world.

Besides she's Indian. Not Quileute. She can't be a werewolf if she doesn't have the gene.

I have a theory. Mused Sam, interrupting their fight. I think that the phasing is an infection that's caught from a Quileute. I don't think you have to have the gene in you. That's probably why people who hang around us have started phasing too.

I doubt it. Listen. There's someone else that Leah and I discovered who might fit the criteria. There's a man, who just came into town. Get this, he looks so much like us- 17, russet skin, black cropped hair, and I think I spied a tattoo on his shoulder, like ours. But, here's the weird part, he speaks like he's from another time, like the Cullens do occasionally, but he speaks more shaman- like. Seth told them

Sha-what?

Man- who? Embry and Paul looked confused, which was an interesting expression to see on their wolf faces.

Seth let out a disgusted sigh, An old Indian wise man.

Ohhh Embry thought. Ok.

I'll check him out. Sam said as they came to a stop on the edge of their territory. I'll go human from here, you too Seth. You two stay in wolf form, and keep close. The party set off into enemy territory, thinking peaceful thoughts in their mind.

Angel

Angel winced as she looked at her new room. The pinkness of it all hit her like a baseball bat. Always preferring more metallic colours, Angel thought pink of a sign of anti-feminist stereotyping. Pink represented the idea that women must always have delicate taste and be generally feminine. Although Angel didn't mind it awfully; in little amounts, this room was bursting with pink, like candyfloss and bubble gum had exploded in here and drenched every single item.

'Oh wow.' Angel said feebly.

'Is something wrong? Are you alright?' Jacob seemed to have picked up on her shock.

'Oh no, nothing. It's just that… It's so pink. I mean, it's beautifully decorated, I love it, I guess, I just haven't seen this much of one colour concentrated in any one place before.' Angel replied, trying to sound enthusiastic.

'Huh? No, I meant from before. You looked like you'd seen a ghost in the family room. Are you ok?' Jacob asked, concerned. She couldn't believe he'd caught on. After so many years of steeling her face into an unreadable mask, how was it that this mysterious boy could see straight under it, like no one else could?

'No. I'm fine. I was just nervous about meeting so many new people. I don't really feel comfortable; impeding on your space like this. Especially as I barely know you Jacob.' This wasn't all true; she did know him; many years ago. But he didn't remember her. Angel half feared that he'd remember at any moment, but he didn't show any signs of recognition so far.

'It's no worry at all. I just want you to know that you can tell me anything, at any time. I won't judge, I promise to do my best to help you, understand you or maybe just to listen to you.'

Oh wow. Angel felt weak when she heard the sincere, passionate words coming from Jacob. She hadn't heard anybody speak so beautifully before, and she'd never imagined that it would be to her! After all the work she'd done. Putting up walls and barriers around herself; so impenetrable that even Alex had given up, never reaching inside. Angel breathed in his musky scent as he looked into her eyes, sincerity and honesty shining clear. Without realising it, they'd both come so close that there was barely a centimetre's space between them. Before she'd realised it, she was on her tiptoes and Jacob's head bent down, sealing his promise with a kiss. His lips were gentle on hers and she closed her eyes, relaxing in the warmth of their kiss. It was soft and sweet, a lot like Jacob himself. She could feel him close, and a smile broke across his face as they finally pulled away.

Angel bit her lip. What had she done? Barely a month had passed since Alex's death and she was already kissing another man. How could she have let him kiss her? It had taken Alex 6 years before Angel had allowed him to kiss her, and it had taken Jacob hours. Angel turned away, flustered and angry, at the deed she'd just done. Without understanding how, Angel could feel the hurt rolling off Jacob in waves. The waves of hurt grew stronger and stronger until they stopped. Angel spun around, just to find herself completely alone- Jacob had left.