So, I managed to finish this chapter even with my psycho child development baby. I seriously respect parents a lot more now.

I do not own Twilight and enjoy!


"Julie June" – A Silent Film

I am the creature that crawls into your bed / I am the nightmare that fucks with your head / I am the cold and the creaky floor / I am the knife in your kitchen drawer


I felt sick. My stomach was in knots and my head was thumping. I tried opening my eyes, but the second I managed to, I was assaulted with the brightest sunlight I've ever seen. I groaned and pulled the covers back over my head and attempted to fall back asleep.

It took me a while to register that I wasn't in my own bed at my house. The last time I saw these sheets was a few days ago when Paul tried to help me when I accidentally took shrooms. Then that must mean, I'm at Paul's house in his fucking bed!

I stretched out my arms to find him so that I could punch him or at least pull his bitch-ass hair. When I stretched my limbs, I noticed that I felt the flannel sheets on my whole body, not being blocked by my clothes at all. I reopened my eyes and removed the covers, squinting to realize that I was only wearing my panties; every other part of my body perfectly exposed to the outside world, or Paul.

I tried to think back as to how I got practically naked last night. All I remember was drinking beer with Paul. I had a few…or a lot, and after that, it's kind of fuzzy. I think I recall doing Paul's hair, but I seriously doubt that happened. There's no way I'd touch that fleabag.

I slowly crawled out of bed, immediately being washed over with nausea the second that my feet touched the cold wooden floor. Holding back the vomit that I could feel in my stomach, I grabbed my shirt off the floor as well as my shorts, quickly pulling them on. I grit my teeth when I felt the pain of putting weight on my broken ankle, which was still engulfed by a cast. I raised that foot up and hopped around to put a flip-flop on my good foot. I figured I'd just try hopping home (again) and hopefully make it this time.

My flip-flop made a slapping sound as I went down the stairs. I saw Paul curled up on the couch, only in shorts, out cold. I slowed down my pace so that I wouldn't wake him and tip-toed down the hall towards the door. I finally reached it and undid the chain and lock. Turning the door knob cautiously, I eventually had the door open-

Paul's arm seemed to manifest itself out of air. It appeared out of nowhere to slam the door shut. Paul then walked in front of the door and stood there, blocking my exit. He looked at me with the most depressed eyes I've ever seen: they were red and puffy and had dark bags beneath them. In fact, everything seemed sad about Paul. He was slumped over, his shoulders low and not squared like usual. His chest seemed a little sunken and not proudly puffed out. Paul's face was pale and his lips looked a little chapped. The only happy thing on him was the fauxhawk…so shit, I guess I did do his hair.

Paul had each of his hands holding onto a respective doorframe. His stance was widened and he looked at me with a desperate face, almost pleading. "Don't go," he begged in a hoarse voice. He cleared his throat and then added in a normal sounding tone, "please."

I rolled my eyes. "Paul, move-" I was interrupted when my vomit came up. The acidic quality burned my throat and I found myself gasping for breath between intervals. Paul rushed over to me and held my hair away from my face and allowed me to throw up on his floor. It puddled at my good foot and I could feel my toes getting a little sticky.

"It's okay, just let it out," Paul cooed, rubbing my back.

I finally finished and was coughing up dry air. "I need to brush my teeth," I gagged, the nauseas feeling returning. I felt my feet being lifted off the ground and myself being carried upstairs to the bathroom. Paul set me down in front of the sink and grabbed a toothbrush and tooth paste from the mirror cabinet.

"Just use my toothbrush for now," he said putting toothpaste on it and then handing it to me.

I was going to object, but the sour taste of vomit still lurked in my mouth and I greedily took the toothbrush and went to cleaning my teeth. Having something in my mouth for some reason seemed to trigger my gag reflex and I began to heave up dry air again.

"Just rinse your mouth out and I'll lay you down," Paul ordered.

I took water in my cupped hands and brought to my lips, sipping it up. The water tasted sour, most likely due to my vomit chemical screwing with my taste buds. After about five handfuls of water swishing around in my mouth, I turned off the faucet and turned to jump downstairs again so I could go home.

Before I could even set one foot on the stairs, Paul grabbed my arm and bought me back into his arms, bridal-style. "Danni, you're hungover. You need rest, so moving around today," he said, taking me back into his bedroom. He set me back down on the bed and put the covers over me.

I grimaced and kicked the covers back off. "No, I'm going home," I countered in a raspy voice. I leaned up but Paul pushed me back down.

"Danni, just let me take care of you!" he shouted, hurting my ears. "You're sick! It's unhealthy to be moving around in your condition, plus you've been walking on your cast! You don't even have crutches!"

"I was just going to hop. C'mon Paul, I want to go home now." I leaned forward again, only to have Paul growl and grip me by the shoulders.

"Look Danni! I'm your home!" he yelled in my face. He pounded his chest with one fist. "This is where you belong! With me! So lay down!" With that he shoved me back down and held me down for a few seconds to emphasize that I was supposed to stay in bed.

"Fine," I huffed in defeat.

Paul smiled and walked out into the hall only to return a little bit later with a blanket. He went to the window and hung the blanket in front of it, blocking out the blinding sunlight. "I'll make breakfast and check up on you in fifteen," his voice came out in the dark. I heard the door close and footsteps walk downstairs.

PPOV

Guilt racked my conscious as I knew it was my fault that my Danni was feeling ill. I frowned to myself as I slumped downstairs to the kitchen to try and scourge up a breakfast for her. As soon as I reached the fridge, however, I was reminded that there was no food at all in my house. Great! First I make my imprint drunk, then I make her mad, then I make her sick, mad again, and now I can't even feed her!

What the hell can I do? There's no way I would be able to forgive myself if I continued to let my Danni lay in her distressed state, feeling sick to her stomach all because of me. My hands began to shake and I had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

Emily! I can take Danni to Emily's house! She'll know what to do! I rushed over to my phone and dialed the number. It barely took a few minutes for Emily to answer.

"Uley residence," she answered.

"Em, it's Paul," I responded, not knowing why Sam never installed caller id in their phone.

"Oh hey! Sam told me all about how you and Daniela are becoming a thing. I'm so happy for you-"

"Em!" I interrupted.

"My bad, was I ranting?"

I sighed and pinched the top of my nose. "Look, Danni is sick and I'm looking after her now. But I'm totally lost on what to do and it's killing me that I can't help her. Can I bring her over there for some help?"

"Of course, just as long as you don't mind that Quil and Claire are here too."

I rolled my eyes, knowing that their happy love would just piss me off. Sure, Claire was now sixteen and much more tolerable, but Quil was just beginning to see her in a sort of more-than-friends way, totally annoying the shit out of me. I won't be able to go a minute without having to hear them cooing at one another, saying how much they love each other. "That's fine, I'll be there in five," I said, hanging up the phone.

I stomped up the stairs and went into my room, where Danni lay in the bed, her head rolling from side to side, appearing a little green. I went to her and scooped her in my arms, cradling her close to my chest.

"Where are you taking me?" she groaned, closing her eyes when I took her into the brightly-lit hallway.

"My alpha's house. His wife will help you," I answered. I took her to my cruiser and put her in the back so that she could lie down. I removed my shirt, making a pillow, so to speak, for her. I then got in the driver's seat and took off, driving slowly so she wouldn't get even sicker.

"So wait," Danni mumbled, "we're going to whose house again?"

"My alpha's."

"So then, you're not the alpha of your pack?"

I shook my head, then realizing that Danni probably wasn't able to see me (making me frown), I said "Nope."

"That's odd, I would've figured with your dominant attitude and all, you'd be, like, the most badass alpha ever."

My body swelled up with pride and straightened my posture. My Danni thought I would be the most badass alpha! Ever! I puffed out my chest and flexed my biceps a little to make myself appear bigger and stronger. Yeah, I think she's right. I could probably take Sam one-on-one, making me alpha of the pack. Then Danni would be an alpha's mate and get all the perks that come with it…as soon as I think of what they are. Well, Emily is loved and respected by all (except Leah), so I guess that's pretty much it. But who wouldn't be able to love and respect my Danni? She's perfect!

Sam and Emily's house came into view and I sped into the driveway, right next to Quil's truck…great. I carried my Danni inside and set her down on the couch in the living room in front of Emily.

Danni was out cold, her whole body limp with exhaustion. Her lips seemed a little chapped and she was definitely paler. All my pride that she'd given me earlier vanished and the heart-wrenching guilt consumed my entire being again.

I looked at Emily in desperation, sweat pouring down my face. "What do I do?" I choked, my voice sounding unusually needy.

"First, you need to tell me what happened," Emily said, feeling Danni's forehead. "Her temperature seems normal."

At least that's a good sign, right? "I got her drunk last night and now she's hungover, but she's really sick and vomiting. And her leg in a cast, see? That won't affect anything will it? I know she's really sensitive to bright lights…you might want to turn off that lamp." I walked over and turned off the lamp that sat on the stand right next to the couch.

Emily chuckled at me. "Paul, relax. It's just a hangover. There are many remedies. But more importantly, she needs vitamins and water. Well, Daniela is most likely-"

"Danni," I corrected. "She prefers Danni."

Emily smiled. "I'm sorry. Danni is most likely dehydrated, so we should give her some Gatorade; it's what the athletes use. And as for the vomit, she should eat bread, crackers, anything absorbent to help soak up the alcohol in her system."

I was preparing a mental checklist for my imprint so that she would feel better later. I need to remember all these things if I'm going to take good care of her in the near future. I mean, when we get married, there's no doubt she's get sick with like a cold or flu, so I need to know how to care for her in case that happens.

I rushed into the kitchen, finding a bottle of Gatorade, and greedily snatched it before anyone else could get it. This belongs to my Danni now. I stormed back into the living room to see that Claire had found her way in there and looking at my imprint with her eyebrow cocked.

"Who's that?" she asked, getting a little too close for my liking. I mean, yea, she's bonded to Quil, but I can't risk Danni liking her more than me.

"Mine!" I growled out, stepping in front of her and baring my teeth. I think also with my imprint in such a fragile state, my protective instincts skyrocketed, wanting to eliminate any potential threat. The only reason I didn't snap at Emily was because I came to her for help. I have no idea what Claire's going to do, or whether she has some disease that could get Danni when her immune system is weakened.

"Hey!" Quil snarled, rushing into the room to pull Claire behind him. He crouched in front of her and continued to snarl in my direction. "She was just curious!" he spat.

"Paul! Quil! Back down!" Sam roared at us as he stomped into the living room. Emily peeked over his shoulder, wondering what all the commotion was about.

Forced to obey the alpha's orders, I relaxed my stance and uttered an insincere apology to Quil, who just curtly nodded and pulled Claire to his side.

"This is my imprint Danni," I told Claire, saying it between my teeth, a little embarrassed that Sam put me in my place. I thanked God that Danni was asleep so that she wouldn't witness my humiliation.

"She's…pretty," Claire muttered, unsure of how to describe the passed-out girl I was willing to kill her over.

"Quil, take Claire to the backyard while Emily and I help out Paul with Danni," Sam ordered. Quil pulled Claire outside where I heard him ask her if she was alright.

I lowered my head, but kept my eyes glued to my Danni. Even if she was pale and unconscious, she was still the most beautiful person in the world. I was so grateful I imprinted on her and not some fat chick. I got Danni, the love of my life.

"Danni's just a little under the weather, so Paul brought her here," Emily whispered to Sam, putting her hand on his shoulder. It never ceases to amaze me how she's able to turn Sam, the stone-cold alpha, into a lovesick puppy. Sam immediately relaxed his form and grinned in her direction, his eyes full of adoration. I wonder if I look like that when with Danni.

Sam just nodded. "Paul, there's a bonfire tonight if you and Danni wanna come. In fact, you yourself need to come, but if you want to Danni, you're welcome to."

"I'll have to see how she feels later on," I answered. I would love to bring Danni to her first bonfire and show her off in front of the elders and Leah, who was the last of the pack to not see her. "Why is my attendance mandatory?"

"Well, it turns out the bloodsucker that was on the reservation isn't alone. He has his mate with him and they just killed a student from the high school. Also, the elders have decided to allow the students to temporarily attend the high school in Forks while repairs are being made from the fire. Just a warning, because you know how many leeches are there."

I stifled a growl. There's no way in hell that I'm going to allow my Danni to go to school in fucking Forks! The fucking Cullens held a permanent residence there a while ago when Bella lived there, and now that they're gone, several nomads travel through the area.

"Wha-?" Danni moaned. She looked around the living room and settled on Emily who warmly smiled at her.

"Hello Danni," she said, "I'm Emily, Sam's wife." She held out her hand, and Danni's eyes raked over her face.

Oh shit.

"What's wrong with your-" Danni began.

I immediately began a fit of fake coughs to interrupt her. It worked and Danni looked at me with her usual annoyed-face. I suppose sleep was all she needed to help her get back to her normal self. I shot her an urgent look, telling her to shut her mouth, even darting my eyes in Sam's direction, who was grinding his teeth and clenching his fists.

Danni looked at Sam and a look of realization plastered her face. "Uhh, what's wrong with your…couch? It's all springy and super uncomfortable." She nervously laughed and got up, rubbing her back to exaggerate her lie. She hopped over to me, keeping her eyes set on Sam the whole time.

Danni slipped behind me and placed her hands on my back. My skin tingled at her touch and I felt that dumb smile creeping onto my face.

"Protect me!" she hissed, pushing me forward. My smile disappeared as I realized that she was only using me as a bodyguard. Nevertheless, I'll protect Danni even from my alpha.

I puffed out my chest and defensively squared my shoulders, raising my hands in case Sam charged.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Paul, stand down. Danni, drink this Gatorade so that your hangover will go away." Sam handed Danni the Gatorade and I felt ashamed for even remotely thinking about attacking him. I should've Sam would have taken it easy on Danni considering she's a new member of our pack family.

Danni sipped at the drink and sat back down on the couch. She looked at me, embarrassed, but I nodded, telling her everything was all right. She shyly smiled and patted the seat beside her for me to sit.

I rushed over and took the offered spot, putting my arm around her shoulders and pulling her to my body. This is how it's meant to be: me and my Danni together, happy.

"Is that the girl you scheduled fake community service with so you could get time with her?" Leah laughed as she entered the house.

"What?" Danni growled, whipping her head to glare at me.

Fucking Leah! "I'm sorry!" I hurriedly said, removing my arm from Danni's shoulder. "I just wanted to spend time with you!"

Danni shot up off the couch. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Thanks to you, my mom fucking hates me and I almost got attacked by a drugged-out hippie! Are you mentally retarded?" She looked down on me, her eyes red with rage. She wobbled a little here and there as she only stood on her good leg, keeping her cast elevated. Her breath was ragged and hard.

I could feel my wolf clawing at the surface. That's odd. Usually our inner wolf calms down and silences after we claim our imprint. However, I suppose my special situation with Danni was enough to reawaken it. Just claim her again, in front of everyone. Let her know you're the alpha male as far as she's concerned.

He's right. No shit! Now scare her! Use your size and strength to your advantage retard! I stood up, towering my form over Danni's. I flexed my muscles to appear larger and leaned forward. "Sit down!" I growled at her. I grabbed her arm and shoved her onto the couch.

Danni looked up at me with surprise. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. I know that she likes to be in charge, but nope; there's only one dominant one in a relationship. She's going to have to settle with being the submissive.

"I hate you Paul!" she screeched. She leaned forwards and spit out a giant blob of spit onto my face. I felt it hit my right cheek and slowly ooze down my face.

Leah held back a laugh.

I felt my body start to shake. My temperature began to raise and I felt my bones begin to contort an become longer.

Sam rushed over and yanked Danni off the couch and carried her away as I exploded into the wolf. I snarled at Leah and lunged, determined to kill her…or at least injure her. Leah phased and fought back, the both of us biting at one another, eventually running outside so as not to destroy Sam and Emily's house.

DPOV

I can't believe Paul fucking lied to me and my parents, saying I had to do community service all because he was lonely and wanted to spend time with me! I don't know why I just thought that, because that totally sounds like Paul right there.

Sam set me down onto the floor as soon as Paul and that wolf-chick went outside to continue their fight. He sighed and pulled Emily closer to him. "Danni," he said, "take it easy on Paul. He loves you, a lot and it's killing him that you hate him."

"Whatever," I scoffed. "You may be his alpha, but I'm not part of your pack; so with that, you can shove your orders up your ass."

Sam chuckled. "You're a little feisty." He let go of Emily and stalked closer to me, his giant form menacing. "I don't appreciate being talked down to. And I sure as fuck don't like you criticizing my imprint's scars. Therefore, because of your mouth, I'll allow Paul to do anything he wants to you; whether it's intimidation, stalking, kidnapping, anything." Sam leaned closer to me.

Emily lowered her head and brushed her fingers against the scars on her face.

"You fucked with the wrong wolf," Sam growled.

I gulped and hunched over, completely terrified of Sam. "I think I should leave," I whimpered. I glanced over at Emily. "May I use your phone, please?"

Emily just nodded, afraid of Sam as well. She walked into the kitchen for a brief moment, returning with a black phone in her hand. She handed it to me.

Sam smirked. "I'll get Paul to stop killing Leah," he said as he went outside.

I dialed the number I memorized out of a sort of obsession. It's pretty good too that way I can now get away from Paul and his scary as fuck pack.

"Who's this?" Henry answered.

"Henry!" I hissed, trying to keep my voice down so that no one could hear me. "Is Joseph there with you?"

"Danni?" I heard Joseph immediately answer, sounding a little eager to talk to me.

"I need you to come get me. I'll be on the highway, near the forest. Keep an eye out for me and please do this for me Joseph. I really need you now!" I begged.

"I'll do anything for you. See you in ten." He hung up and bounded from the couch, even running on my cast, rushing outside and into the forest.


Yay! Possessive Paul is going to make a comeback, because I got bored with doing lovey/nice Paul. He'll still be all trying to be nice, but I think I strayed from his possessive attitude. Idk, which Paul do you guys prefer?