AN: I do not own the vampires or the wolf pack (though, I wish I did). Sadly, they belong to Stephanie Meyer, which is why she has the met the stars of the movie and I haven't.
I don't even own Trisha, Ethan, David, Taylor, or any of the other wolf kids. They belong to yay4shanghai. She's just letting me borrow them for a little while. She continues to rock and I send her pieces of cheesecake, electronically!
I do, however, own the following statement made by myself, and sure to be included in the story somewhere. If you don't get it, you must be a guy.
*Me: Aunt Flo is here for her monthly visit and she is being one bitch of a houseguest!
This is my first FanFiction story, so please review and be gentle!
If you haven't already check out the sequel to Enough With This Gravity Moving Already by yay4shanghai . It's called Once the Earth Settled. Check it out! You won't be disappointed!
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Chapter 6: "I Hate Fate"
Ethan's POV
So much can happen in two weeks. Basically, for me, within a period of two weeks, I was almost murdered by my soulmate's extremely pissed off father, was ordered to stay away from her until "further notice," and then to top it off I morphed into a giant wolf. Things could only get better, right?
I missed her so much that my heart literally ached, my Trisha, my ray of sunshine, who without, my world was dark and dreary. I needed to see her face, to touch her body. I needed her warmth and love. She has always been the only one that accepted me for everything I am, never judging me, even when I took a least traveled path to vegetarianism (and not the type the Cullens follow), pretty well bucking all the pack's and their families lust for red meat.
Last year, when it came time for me to have to dissect a frog in science class, Ray made a t-shirt that said, "No Disrespect, But It's Wrong to Dissect." She wore it for a week, a constant reminder to the principal of his stupidity, after suspending me. We spent many a Saturday together at the clinic on the reservation, reading stories to the younger Quileutes, as they waited for immunizations and check-ups. Ray was my first kiss, the first girl to sleep with me (literally sleep, at one our many sleepover campouts as kids), the first girl and only girl to star in my wet dreams, and the first girl and only girl whose pants I put my hands down.
We were part of each other's families. Ray's dad and my Dad were best friends. Our moms were almost like sisters. She treated my siblings like they were her own. Things had changed, though, over the years. Instead of just being friends, we fell in love. Sure, we're young, but when you know, you know. Things became strained when her dad, who I was already scared shitless of, caught us making out in her Uncle's garage. That was the first time I have ever truly feared for my life. At the same time, I feared more for my Ray. I had seen the wolves before, watched most of them phase, yearning to be just like them. I had never really thought about what Ray thought of them. I guess it's different when you don't have a choice to see it. In our case, at that time, Paul's phasing was an impulse, and she wasn't prepared. I knew it horrified her, and I tried to make sure she would never look at me with terror in her eyes when I phased.
We had resolved to only see each other at night. She crept into my room, without anyone knowing. We spent hours holding each other, loving each other, knowing we are it for one another forever. We went from sweet, innocent kisses, to my fingers inside her. I swear, I don't care how old we are, if she had wanted it, I would have fucked her like the dog I am.
Now we were separated by an overprotective father and hardass Alpha, after they found out we were a little more involved with each other, than they had previously assumed. It was torture!
Not two days after Paul beat the shit out of my dad, while trying to kill me, myself, my little brother Taylor, and the Uley twins were sent to Quil, who had been brought out to give us a more in-depth lecture on the importance of respecting women, i.e. not putting your hands down their pants. Quil had been a real "Debby Downer" lately, with his Claire-bear off gallivanting across Europe, leaving him in La Push, but taking his balls with her. And Dad and Sam thought it might be good for Quil to hang out with the younger wolves or soon-to-be-wolves, not to mention that they're too big of pussies to actually talk to us about sex themselves. (It seemed ironic that they couldn't talk about sex, since we wolf-boys had heard both Mom and Dad, as well as Sam and Emily, and pretty much any of the wolf-couples, going at it at some point.) The talk turned into a pretty comedic event, watching Mark make Quil blush every time he used of the word "genitalia."
Quil's speech made me miss Trisha even more (though I have to admit I got a few good pointers for the future, including the most comfortable positions for a giant wolf making love to a petite china doll). But it also made me worry about my wolf situation. I was almost 15, and most of the other wolves before me, had already done so by the time they were my age. I was going to be crushed if I didn't change, and soon. I knew it had to be coming. I would swear I could feel it in my bones.
It did happen though, during my banishment from Ray. Mom noticed my temperature change, and my growth spurt which made me almost equal in height to my Dad. I also saw the same things happening to David, and I was overjoyed that we would get to be wolves together.
Anger is what set it off, my first phase. Sitting in the Uley's backyard, listening to several of the newer wolves, who had come down from Seattle for a visit, joke about Trisha.
"So, no more Trisha for you, huh?" Krys asked, "So does that mean, she's like available?"
"Don't even think about it, dumbass," I said through gritted teeth.
"Why? Paul's not gonna let you get within two miles of her. And, since I already know she won't object to a little finger action," Krys started before I cut him off.
"Don't ever talk about my Ray that way, do you hear me?!" My fists balled up next to me as I stood up, David moving next to me.
"Who the fuck is Ray?" Krys asked.
No one other than Trisha and I really knew about my name for her. It was something really intimate that just we shared and now I had just ruined it.
"None of your business, cheese dick." Did I really just call him that?
"Okay, so I'm gonna go in and butter up Paul, see if I can take Trisha down to the beach. I know she likes that," he chuckled.
And then as I flew at him, my body exploded into a giant ball of fur. Krys phased before I could get to him, making the brief fight a little uneven, seeing as how, in my mind I was still dealing with my furplosion.
"What the hell?" Sam said, running out the backdoor toward us.
"Ethan just phased," Taylor said, unenthusiastically.
"No shit," Dad said as he phased.
I could hear Krys in his wolf form, stopping the taunting to help me calm down a bit.
"Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you so mad," Krys thought.
I was still majorly confused and elated. This was awesome and creepy at the same time.
"Son, you okay?" Dad thought, nuzzling me on the shoulder.
"Umh, I think so." I thought.
"Who's the new wolf?" I heard someone think. It was Paul. No one else around us was in wolf-form, so he had to have been out patrolling somewhere.
"It's Ethan, Paul." Dad thought.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Paul responded.
"Chill out," I thought.
I couldn't help but laugh, knowing my mere wolfy existence was threatening to the big muscled, no-nonsense Paul.
And thinking about Paul, made me think about Trisha, which then made me think of our day at the beach, our hands down each others pants, her rubbing me while my fingers moved in and out of her, lips locked with love and lust, both of us moaning, loudly. Awkward…
"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!" Paul thought, again.
"Not right now, you're not. Paul, why don't you phase back?" Sam, thank heavens! "It would be helpful if you didn't think about that right now, Ethan. How you doing?"
"Not bad. My body kinda hurts a little. Is that normal?"
"For the first few times, yeah. You're body is adjusting. It'll be okay in a few days."
"How long will I stay like this?"
"Until you can phase back. Why don't you try?" Sam thought.
"And how exactly do I do that?"
"Try to think of something that calms you down."
I thought of Trisha. Nothing in particular, not like the images I had sent Paul earlier. Just her. Her smile and her laugh. I felt my body shudder a little, and then I lie naked in the Uley's backyard, surrounded by Dad and Sam in their wolf forms, as David handed me some shorts to put on.
Now, I was in pain. Everything ached. My head, my muscles, my toes even.
"Ugh, Sam, is it supposed to hurt this bad," I said, as actual tears started form in my eyes.
Sam and Dad phased back.
"It'll go away eventually. You just need time to get used to it. Jared, if it's okay, I think it would be best to keep Ethan here for a while. So we can guide him through this as easily as possible," Sam said, as Dad nodded.
The first week at the Uleys was torturous. I had no control over when I would phase. Once I was in their kitchen, fixing cereal, when I noticed they were out of milk. I was only a little pissed, and, had I still been human, I would have just found something else to eat. Not anymore. Instead I did the normal furplode action, only to be ushered out of the house by an angry Emily.
It got easier the more I had time to think about something before I got angry. I couldn't help but wonder what it had been like for Paul during his first few weeks as a wolf, knowing he has a short-temper. I imagined he probably just stayed in wolf form for days at a time. I would have loved to have asked him, but he refused to phase until I could control myself, fearing anymore sexual images of his daughter. Even as a human, Paul wouldn't come near me and barred his family from visiting the Uleys. Anytime the wolf-girls got together, they met at the Wise house or at our house.
My transformation was soon met with David's. We suffered through the pain together, but were ecstatic to finally be wolves! It didn't take David as long to control himself as me, which was ironic, because David was anything but the poster child of self-control.
After we were both fairly comfortable with our new lives, Sam and Emily planned a dinner to celebrate, mainly in David's honor, but I was included, as well. It was the first time I had been allowed to go home and only to change clothes. The whole run there I thought of Trisha. I would finally get to see her! After two weeks of isolation from the one person I loved more than anything, I would finally see her face, smell her hair, hold her close to me. (When no one was around, of course.) I had to rummage through Dad's wardrobe to find something suitable to wear. All my clothes were now too small, something I knew Mom would not be too pleased about.
I showered, spent extra time on my hair, dressed, and looked pretty damn good, if I do say so. Then I started the walk to the Uleys. Midway there I got a text message from Taylor.
Bro, where r u? Get here fast!
I was in the process of texting him back, when I saw a wolf coming towards me. I saw his familiar eyes and knew it was Dad.
"Hey, Dad. Shouldn't you be at the party?" I asked, watching him phase back and pull his shorts on.
"We're not going to the party," he said turning me around to walk back towards the house.
"Why? Is Trisha there? Did you see her? How did she look?" I was giddy as a freakin' schoolgirl.
"Please, son, just wait until we get to the house."
This was not normal. Dad was being too cryptic and I could tell something was wrong.
"What is it, Dad? What's going on that you're not telling me?"
He stopped and took a deep breath. "David imprinted."
"Wow! That was fast! Before me, huh? I kinda always thought Trisha and I would be first," I chuckled. "So, who's the lucky gal?"
Dad turned his eyes to the ground and put his hands on my shoulders.
"I want you to take a few deep breaths, okay? Just think before you react," he said.
Shit! This had to be something really bad. Dad was never so serious. I thought for a second and the only logical conclusion I could come up with was that David must have imprinted on my little sister, Amber.
"It's Amber, isn't it?" I said, shaking my head and starting to walk off. "That's not so bad. Why did you think I'd be mad about that?"
"Ethan, it's not Amber. It's T-T-Trisha," he stuttered.
I stopped. I felt my whole body overflow with anger and resentment. No! My beautiful Ray of sunshine was destined for someone else? No! My body trembled, as I balled my fists, shaking, and then sobbing, before I phased. I took off running to the Uley's house. Embry was in wolf-form in the front yard, acting as a guard dog.
"Stop, Ethan. I can't let you go near the house," Embry thought.
"Where the fuck is he? Where's David?" I thought.
"That's none of your business. Now you need to turn around and go home."
"Fuck, no, I'm not going home! WHERE IS THAT BACKSTABBING SON-OF-A-BITCH?"
"Ethan, please," Dad came from behind me in wolf-form.
"I'm gonna kill him! He was supposed to be my best friend! Trisha is mine! I love her, he doesn't even like her!"
I never knew wolves could cry, but I was. I was sobbing. I turned my head to the sky and howled, pushing all my hurt out into the open.
"Son, we have to go," Dad moved in front of me.
"No! I'm not leaving until I rip his fucking throat out!"
"Ethan, you have to let her go. She's not your's anymore."
Wait. Did my Dad just side with that no-good-asshole who not two hours ago was my best friend, my pack brother but was now my arch nemesis?
"What the fuck did you just say?"
"I know it's hard, but imprinting is strong, son. He won't be able to keep away from her and eventually, she'll have to give in."
"No! Trisha won't! I know her! I know everything about her! She would never EVER love David Uley! She hates him, despises him even. She loves me! She won't EVER want him!"
"I'm sorry, Ethan, but she will. They always do."
I couldn't stop the tears and the sobs. I should have been embarrassed bawling like a baby around my Dad and Embry, but the pain in my heart wouldn't go away. Trisha and I were supposed to be together. We were supposed to get married and have a family. We were supposed grow old together and spend hours rocking on our front porch while our grandchildren played in the front yard. Why would fate do this to me?
"Son, please just let her go."
"Never." I thought. "How could you not be on my side, Dad?"
"It's not that I'm not on your side, I just know how imprinting works. Think back on every wolf you've ever seen that imprinted. No matter how hard one of them might fight it, they always got their imprint, didn't they?"
I saw the images in his head, as he went through all of the wolves: Sam and Emily, Paul and Rachel, Helen and Collin, Nessie and Jake, and he and Mom. He was right. They were all happily together. But I refused to believe that it always had to be that way.
My anger was at its breaking point, and even in wolf-form himself, my Dad backed off.
"There's one more thing you haven't thought about, Ethan." Embry thought, walking towards me.
"And what the hell is that?"
"You can't steal your pack brother's imprint. It's against everything that we wolves stand for, and you know what will happen if you try."
I knew what Embry meant. Coveting a pack brother's imprint meant a fight to the death. I thought about fighting David and Dad must have seen it.
"You won't win, son. Other than Jake and Paul, I don't think anyone could beat David Uley You would die." Dad's thoughts were quiet and he looked me in the eyes. "Are you really willing to die for this?"
"With all my heart," I thought, walking off before turning around. "I will not come home until you are on my side. I don't know how but Trisha and I will fight this imprint."
And then I ran, I ran to the Wise house, knowing I wouldn't go home again, ever. My own father had betrayed me.
I felt Seth phase as I got closer.
"You need a place to stay?" Seth thought.
"Are you going to give me shit about David?" I asked.
"I'll try not to," Seth chuckled.
Seth and myself were two of the few unimprinted wolves, but staying with him meant staying with Brady and Quil, two of the biggest lovesick mutts on the reservation. I thought about it and decided time with Seth might help me sort through everything thrown my way.
"I need to make a stop, Seth, and then I'll be right over," I thought.
"Be careful. Make sure David's not there before you go."
Seth knew exactly where I was going. I had to see her, even if only through her window while she slept.
"David Uley! That damn well better not be you!" She whispered harshly.
I phased back, standing in front of her completely naked.
She stared at me for a second, as her eyes filled with tears.
"Ethan? Is that you? Are you really here?" She whispered, gasping for air.
I ran to her window, pulled myself inside, and crushed her body to mine. I could hear her breathing change and become more ragged.
"Shit, I'm crushing her to death." I thought.
"I'm sorry. I forgot my strength," I said pulling away.
Trisha looked at me, without saying a word, and pushed me to her bed, forcing her lips of mine, before crawling on top of me and straddling my hips. I knew this was very against the rules. This could constitute the fight to the death Embry warned me about. But I didn't care. I knew I wouldn't be able to be with her like this for awhile and I was taking full advantage of it.
She crashed her lips onto mine. I licked her lips before slowly inching my tongue into her mouth, exploring and massaging her tongue. She grinded her hips on me and I could tell she felt how hard I was through the cotton of her pajamas by the look of lust on her face. She slid down my body, taking my now at full attention member into her tiny hands. She smiled at me, before kissing its head, and moving her hands up and down. I jerked a bit while I whispered her name, letting loose, as she reached for a Kleenex to wipe away the sticky white substance on her hands.
She laid down next to me, snuggling close.
"You didn't have to do that," I chuckled. "I love you even without hand jobs and rough kisses."
I was trying to lighten the mood a little but it didn't work.
"This is really bad, isn't it?" Trisha said.
"Yeah," I sighed. "And me being here, right now, is not a good idea." I looked down at her and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to stay with Seth for awhile."
"How will I see you?" She said, the tears starting to form again.
I knew it was very unlikely we would be able to see each other that much. When we were sneaking around, we always had my bedroom window to keep us together. Now, that wasn't an option. Plus, I didn't want to get Seth and Quil in anymore trouble than absolutely necessary.
"It's going to be difficult for awhile. We probably won't see each other that much." I kissed her forehead again.
She was crying and whimpering, "I don't want him, Ethan. I want you."
"I know, Ray, and I only ever want you. We just have to be patient, okay?" I had to look away from her face. I was literally in physical pain seeing her so upset.
"How long before I'll see you again?" She whispered, kissing my collarbone. I was still laying on her bed, still completely naked, and it felt entirely normal.
"I don't know. I'll leave you notes, okay? Under your pillow, so don't lock the window," I laughed a little.
She sat up on her elbows and gazed at me with her beautiful doe eyes. She ran her fingers over my face, memorizing every feature, knowing that we would be separated for too long. I did the same to her, before kissing each of her fingertips, and scooting off the bed. I moved to the window, before turning back to see her on the bed.
"I love you so much, I already miss you," I said, pulling my leg over the windowsill. "I will promise I will fight for you."
I heard her say, "I love you, too, and I will fight for you," before I phased.
I could hear her faint whimpers as I got farther away and closer to Seth's. He stood at the door waiting for me and threw a pair of sweats at me, as I phased back.
"How is she doing?" Seth asked, taking a swig of the beer in his hand.
I shook my head, "Not good. Not good at all."
He took another swig and asked, "How are you doing?"
I plopped down on the couch and glared at him, "Are you really asking me that?"
"Well, I was, until you got all pissy with me."
I took a deep breath and began my rant. "Basically, it boils down to this: I hate fate. My whole life I've walked around thinking about how much I wanted to be a wolf and protect people. I've thought about how the only person I ever wanted to love would be Trisha, and I just assumed that fate would cut me some slack and give that to me. Apparently, not, as I am now stuck in this situation with said girl being imprinted on by my former best friend."
"Former best friend?" Seth asked.
"Yes, former best friend. As far as I am concerned, David Uley can go take a long walk off a short pier," I said, walking to the kitchen to find something to eat. I settled on three Granny Smith apples, sweet in the beginning and then tart as hell, kind of like fate.
"You can crash here on the couch. I'm headed to get some rest. Do you need anything before I go?"
"I'm good, man. Just want to get this day over with," I said as I fluffed the pillow on the couch.
This was my existence for a few weeks. I snuck over to the Wise house during the day, leaving little notes for Trisha under her pillow. I caught glimpses of her occasionally, especially after school, when I would wait just off in the woods to see her run to her room to find her note for the day. I was actually quite surprised that Paul never caught me. I'm sure he had to have smelled me.
The worst part of was David. The other wolves made sure we were never phased at the same time. He followed her around like a lost puppy dog, while she never even acknowledged his existence. I was proud of my girl for that.
Living with Seth, Quil, and Brady was really interesting. Seth was really the only one I ever saw, but he took care of me like the big brother I never had. I made it my personal mission to find out everything about imprinting (if it could be broken, can two people imprint on the same person, etc.), and Seth was always patient enough to answer any of my questions.
I had determined that Trisha and I could break this imprint. Our love was so much stronger than any mystical force. If any people could do it, it would be us.
I walked around with confidence and determination.
That is until Seth told me a tale to completely burst my bubble of hope.
*NEXT CHAPTER: "Saturday Nights Alright For Fighting"