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And pretty much all other characters, including Freddie, belong to the universe created by the talented yay4shanghai! She is amazing, and you'll have to read her stories to understand this. I want to thank her for allowing me to write this, and also helping by betaing it.

I also recommend you read the other spin-offs by liljenrocks, ari11990, AsagariMelody, Guzhong, twihardcaligurl, Dll10, and intiMACYx33. They're great, and worth reading!

This story takes place during 100 Years of Solitude... Okay, Maybe Just Five. Also, the story takes place in Ecuador, therefor the characters are all speaking Spanish.

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Chapter Two - She Was Perfect, I Was Lost

As we approached the restaurant, more and more cars were lining up, eager to eat there. It wasn't necessarily one of the best restaurants in Quito, but for anyone looking for spice in their food, it was popular.

The outside part of the building was red brick; the windows had dark curtains pulled over them. They were draped and it had the restaurant's name painted in large loopy green letters above the doorway. There were several ivy plants growing against the wall, poking through cracks in the walls and windows. They gave the place an old, almost creepy look, but it attracted business more and more each day.

"I can't believe I only started to eat here two months ago!" Valeria sighed with regret as we approached the door. "I find the food to be so good," she added, "I'm so lucky to have a man that is able to take me there so frequently." She said brightly. She paused ever so slightly to fling a small glare at Hector, who deliberately looked away.

"Si," Hector agreed. She paused for a fraction of a second, a light coloring of pink spreading across her cheeks, before sending him a stifling glare. He shut his mouth tight, continuing to stare at the sidewalk.

Aldo led the way into Pilar's, pushing past the thick black blankets streaming from the ceiling to an entryway. There were two benches settled against the wall, and a maître de centered in the middle of the walkway. There were thick black curtains behind the man as well. Two torches glowed as they hung against the walls, sending a ghostly light around the room.

"We would like a table for four, please," Hector stepped up, sliding the man some money. The man smirked, rolling his eyes.

"Cinco minutos, señor," he said in a surprisingly low voice, tucking the money in his pocket. He disappeared before shortly reappearing, motioning for us to follow.

It was strange to be back in Pilar's after months of eating in the grand dining rooms of Volterra. Esme and Carlisle had been gracious with each meal, catering to all the wolves, half-vampires, and even the few humans of the castle, wholeheartedly.

The main dining room of Pilar's was decorated with mostly black blankets and tarps, draping over windows, walls, and doorways. The only light came from torches lined up along the wall, as well as the entryway. It was far from formal, though.

"This way please," the waiter addressed us, pointing to a table to the left of us. It was square, a red blanket thrown over it. White candles and chairs were placed around it, one on each side of the table.

Each of us sat down, smiling at the waiter in a way to dismiss him. Once Aldo pulled out a chair for Valeria, he all but sprinted around the table to get a chair for himself out. Hector kept sending small glances Valeria's way, his eyes studying her features admiringly before diverting themselves.

We picked our menus up, and I looked through each dish carefully trying to remember which of them were my favorites, it had been much too long.

"Shall we order?" Hector murmured after a moment of scanning our menus. That was another thing unique about Pilar's… When you were ready to order, you called the waiter to your table with a small bell in the center of it. In all my travels, I had never encountered another place like this.

"I am ready." Valeria looked at each of us, "Is everybody else?" she inquired.

"Si," Aldo and I confirmed at the same time. She picked the bell up, ringing it lightly three times. It caught the attention of a young woman who slowly made her way to us.

"Hello my name is Guadalupe, how can I help you?" she asked in a bored voice, eyes never leaving the notepad clutched in her hands.

"Me gustaría Guatita, por favor." Valeria volunteered first, and then added to us in a lower voice, "I'm not in the mood for anything too spicy." Guatita was indeed the least spicy thing on the menu, the main part of the meal cow's stomach, with potatoes covered with a light peanut sauce.

"I will have the same as her," Hector suddenly spoke up. The waitress copied it down with the same flat expression, but Valeria turned slightly to Hector, glaring at him even more severely than before.

I knew then that Valeria was completely aware of Hector's adoration for her, and she hated it. I could feel for Hector though, I had once been in his position. He loved a girl that was married; I had loved a girl that might as well have been married.

Aldo ordered, and it was my turn, but just then, I heard some muffled voices and my whole body turned towards them. Everything grew silent and I focused naturally on the curtain, which was pushed open to reveal the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on.

She was tall, her willowy legs walking gracefully across the room. She was tanned, her whole body a magnificent brown. She loped to her table, and the whole way I could not take my eyes off of her. She took her seat, which faced me and suddenly looked up… everything shifted. Her hazel-green eyes pierced through mine, reaching into my very soul and grasping my heart. It was like my body now gravitated around her, she was my anything and everything.

A bright glow seemed to radiate from her body, lighting my whole world and this dark restaurant. I loved every part of her already, from her beautiful eyes, to her face, heart-shaped. Her forehead was wide and smooth, perfectly even skin sloping down to make her small chin, the skin also perfect.

Her lips were wide as well as big, forming a perfect O as she made eye contact with me, her eyes widening until they reflected her surroundings in them.

Curly, wild hair sprang from her head; dark twirls framing her amazing face and accenting every one of her features to make her look exotic, very Ecuadorian. My breath seemed to be stuck in my throat; I was unable to even spare a glance from her exquisite beauty though, quite suddenly, she was blockaded from my view. Glancing up, I saw a tall, muscled man, almost as tall as me, silently giving me a death glare. He was wearing plain black, his eyes dark coal black like his clothes.

I glared back just as strongly… I wanted to see her. I needed to… not being able to know she was alright, that she was safe, made my chest tight, my body burned with unexpected anger. It was like… I would lose all and every reason to live without her… I'd imprinted.

As soon as I grasped that the marvelous creature I had been staring at was in fact my imprint, the only thought I had was of bolting. I couldn't even think of how many times it had happened when a wolf first imprinted…

But a poke in my side made me turn to Hector, who had an utterly confused expression on his face. "What was that all about?" he asked carefully. He looked at me strangely, as if I was unfamiliar to him.

"What was what about?" I asked casually, dismissively even. I figured my best shot at convincing my friends the incident had been in there heads was pretending like nothing happened.

A shiver ran up my spine as I thought that, even pretending that it never happened had me all but convulsing. She was perfect, and I wanted and needed to see her again… My body begged me to turn around and make sure she was alright, but with difficulty I restrained myself.

Another poke brought me back to the people at my table's attention, who were all looking at me with raised eyebrows. All of them were looking at me expectantly, and I realized that they'd probably been talking to me.

"Um, I'm sorry. I just… lost it for a moment. Could you excuse me for a second?" I mumbled, dazed as ever.

Valeria narrowed her eyes at me every so slightly, shaking her hair from behind her head before speaking, "What shall we tell the waitress? We've already had to order for you." I could tell by the perfect diction of her words that she was suspicious, her eyes following my every twitch.

"I don't know… Just save it for me or something. I need to go." I hated to be rude to them after all they'd done for me, but all the instincts in me were screaming at me to turn around, to gaze once again into her spectacular green eyes.

"Fine. We will, but if you could offer an explanation by the time you arrive at your apartment, that would be fantastic," she said in a clipped tone before Hector could speak. Aldo turned red slightly before glancing at Valeria.

"What she means, is that she thinks it's strange of you to walk out on the dinner that was supposed to be spent getting to know her." Aldo said smoothly, resting his arm around her shoulders. I didn't hear anything after that though.

All of my concentration was spent making out the clear breathing of her, the girl I'd imprinted on. I wanted to listen to her sweet voice as well, but the woman who I assumed was her mother was speaking to her, not letting her get a word in.

"Well, goodbye then," I heard Hector speak this time, again raising his eyebrows at me. Both Aldo and he looked at me as if they didn't know me. Waving as enthusiastically as I could, I smiled before rushing out of the room. I pushed past blanket after blanket before finally breaking free, the darkening sky casting shadows across the street.

My heart was thumping wildly as I paced in front of the restaurant a few times, trying to catch my breath. For once, I had no idea what to do. My mind was jumbled, confused as hell. All the sentences forming in my head broke off, reattaching themselves to other started thoughts. I took a few startled breaths before collapsing back onto the wall.

A few people around me gave me scared looks, as though they thought I was psychotic… I guess I couldn't blame them. A muscled guy like me, struggling to breathe and pacing crazily, not the best way to mask what'd just happen.

I closed my eyes, but instantly her image glowed in front of me, like a movie was playing out on the inside of my eyelids. I opened them with a snap, running a hand through my messy hair. I hardly ever lost my calm, the only other time I can remember is when I phased, though that wasn't entirely my fault.

I recounted what happened again and again, and it was about the third time that I really remembered what was probably a key part of it; the guy. The big, ugly, hairy. guy that had blocked her from my view. A slice of anger ran through my veins as a thought crossed my mind; what if he was… with her? But that was absurd, she was young and beautiful, and he was well into his forties and disgusting. Maybe he was her father? He had looked so menacing though. Why would he gather such hatred towards me, for just gazing at her?

I had the most severe yearning to know her, to get to know every fact about her so I could also memorize those things and pull them out whenever necessary. I knew without a doubt that I could memorize every part of her, from her favorite color to her IQ if I could find a way to procure such information.

With confidence, I straightened myself and stepped into the shadows, disappearing around the corner of the building. I slid through the narrow alleyway, coming to the back. I scanned the wall before pulling open a door. Luckily, it was unlocked and I stepped inside smoothly, firmly shutting it behind me.

I found myself facing another doorway, and listening closely, I could hear the footsteps of people passing by every few seconds. I thought that possibly it was the entryway to the kitchen. I waited for a pause in the rhythm before slipping into the room.

Immediately, I slithered out, using as much stealth I could, and into the dining area. I ducked below a waiting cart upon hearing my friend's voices, but chose to ignore those, instead choosing to focus on someone else…

I could make out her laughter right away, soft and light, like a feather floating to the ground, it made my heart soar and a wave of peace engulfed me.

I stood slowly, moving to a separate room, which was unoccupied, set aside for some gathering or party later on. Pressing my ear against the wall, I wanted to hear her best I could; I intently listened to her conversation.

"Yes, of course. I will," she said, answering something her mother had said.

"Good. Remember, you are not to leave the house without-"

"Without a guard, I know mama," she said, a note of exasperation stringing her words.

"Do not disrespect me, encanto," she warned.

"Sorry, mama." There was a pause in conversation, and then her mother laughed.

"Maribel, remember you have English and Latin studies with Ms. Rose tomorrow," her mother said, but already I was lost… Maribel. That was her name. It exploded on my tongue as I said it, the taste glorious, just as she was.

"Mama, why must I start English now, of all times? I have not learned a word of it before in my life." She sighed heavily.

"Well, encanto, are you finished?" Maribel's mother asked her in her snarky, pristine voice- so much in contrast to Maribel's loose, soothing voice. I could tell from her tone that Maribel question learning English again; ever.

"Yes, mama. It was delicious," she spoke carefully, as though her sentences were printed out in front of her. Like a script.

"Good, then. One of you can wait for the waiter and pay for us, right?" she sounded almost uncertain now, addressing someone I must not have noticed, or possibly… that man.

"Of course ma'am. We can escort you to the limo now, if you wish." I heard a seedy voice reply.

"Thank you." I heard chairs being pushed, feet crossing the room. I waited a few moments, already itching to see her again more than I'd previously been.

Finally, I felt that it would be okay to emerge, and slid into the room, crossing quickly to the black curtains. I spared a small glance at Aldo's table, and noticed with relief that no one had noticed me.

Pushing open the main door, I noticed it was even darker than before, perfect for lurking in the shadows. I scanned the small parking lot, immediately making out her petite figure as it crossed the lot. Her steps were quick, hurried. And soon I noticed the four large men surrounding her and her mother, the ones I'm sure anyone who had not just imprinted would have seen first.

I remembered from their earlier conversation that she did indeed have guards, but wondered why. I watched as they climbed into the limo I'd seen earlier, and it made perfect sense now, that that had been when I'd started feeling that strange feeling in me, when I was going to imprint.

The word yet again clouded my mind, making me slightly dizzy as I saw them start the car. The realization that I was lucky enough to get Maribel, wonderful in every way, as my imprint thrilled me. I had suspected it would come one day, since there were so far only four wolves in history to not imprint.

I tuned in to their conversation, expecting to hear discussion between Maribel and her mother, but it was oddly silent.

Instead, I focused on the guard's conversation. "Should we drive around for a half hour?" one grunted to another, backing out of the lot.

"Sure, I think someone might be tailing us…" I paused, confused, "don't want one of these ladies to be found, or the house. Boss'll kill us, especially if one of them gets killed."