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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, this part of the story takes place in Ecuador, therefor the characters are all speaking Spanish.

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Chapter Four - She Was Shocked, I Was Frozen

After leaving that second day, I fell into a routine. It was exhausting me, because I had very few hours of sleep, but for her, I would do anything.

Usually I ran around the gate in front of her house a few times around nine, just to assure myself she was fine. I would then go home, sleep for a few hours, and return to the tree looking into her window, which I had quickly proclaimed mine. I would usually see her being taught one of her lessons, or reading. She played her violin and piano frequently, and I loved when she did. The way her eyes lit up… it filled me with such joy. I had perceived straight away that she was very smart.

She was gifted in most subjects, a highly skilled reader and had an eagerness to learn more. I liked that we had something in common… The only thing she struggled with was English, though she worked hard to understand as much as possible.

At midnight or so, I would run home, sleep for a few more hours, and then get up at five to work at Aldo and Hector's restaurant. My friends had become increasingly worried about me, though I could usually come up with a plausible enough excuse to avoid their frequent questions.

Letters from my university had come, probably concerning my extended absence, but I ignored them, instead deciding to not delve into something I knew would only upset me. I had yet to come up with a plan to get Maribel out of the hell hole, but I was working on it.

I had started to calculate the movements and stations of each guard, listening to who was where and if they were intent and focused, or distracted and lazy. I was also starting to become aware of the days that Maribel's father was away, everybody was all the more nervous and tense.

He'd be there one day, and then the morning, they'd wake and he'd unexpectedly be gone. I sometimes saw him leave in the dead of night. After my first week there, it was the third time. I had actually considered jumping down and chasing him back into the house, just so he wouldn't go and disappoint Maribel, but that was only given a second of thought. The most terrible idea I'd ever thought of, probably.

It was about two weeks after first imprinting that I realized that I was in almost total seclusion. I avoided my friends as much as possible, wanting to dodge their curiosity, and hadn't talked to any of my family since leaving Europe. I hadn't spoken to my family everyday or anything before, but I'd called once or twice a week. My parents were always thrilled whenever I told them about my life in Quito, happy I'd gotten the life I always wanted, and they probably were starting to worry.

I knew I needed to call them soon, but I also knew I would mention Maribel. That was another thing… I found myself almost mentioning her to anybody I'd talk to, not even on purpose, another reason to avoid Hector and Aldo. My stomach flipped uneasily just thinking about having them find out, but considering she's supposedly my soul mate, they had to find out sometime. Still, as I ran home that night, I tried to go slow as possible. It was one as I walked through the door quietly, and seven in Italy. I knew that both of my parents would be up by then, but I still dawdled as I changed my clothes, nervous.

I wasn't one to care much what other's thought of my actions, but my parents were a different story. Finally, I picked up my phone, dialing my mother's number quickly.

"Hello?" I heard her voice and immediately felt the warmth that my mom naturally spread to all she spoke with.

"Hi, mom." I said casually. I could hear her intake of breath and imagined a smile stretching across her face. I knew she hated not being able to see us so much, even though she loved having alone time with my father, she had wanted children for so long and we grew up way too fast.

"Bebe, ju haven't called in so long! How is everything going?" she trilled, and I could hear the sound of a book being put down in the back round.

"Uh, everything's going alright." I said with a slight pause.

"Wonderful! Are your studies coming along fine?" This question silenced me, and I knew she would know something was wrong. I usually trailed on and on about my classes any other time she would ask this. "Fredrico, are you sure everything is going without difficulty?" She was confused now, I could tell, and I took this as my shot to go ahead and tell her.

"Mom… everything is fantastic. In fact, great. I imprinted." Saying those words, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I breathed a slight sigh of relief as my mother gasped in shock. I could hear the muffled voice of my father beside her, but she obviously ignored him as she continued to speak.

"Oh, my! When did this happen? Is she nice? Is she… young?" I knew from her last question my mother was asking if she was a toddler or child. She wasn't… but, as I thought of it, I didn't think of her in a romantic way at all, there was simply a magical bond between us.

"It happened about two weeks ago, she's the absolute most amazing woman on this earth…she's about fifteen, fourteen at the youngest." I answered. My mom was silent on the other end of the line, and concentrating, I could tell that she was probably filling my father in on this information.

"Freddie, this is wonderful! Have you met her yet? And what is this girl's name?" My mom came back on, her tone loving and excited. I smiled a bit, staring into the darkness.

"Her name is Maribel." Just saying her beautiful name sent shivers down my spine. When I got in bed each night, sometimes I'd just lay awake and say her name again and again, imagining the way her eyes sometimes lit up, a small smile breaking across her lips.

"But unfortunately, no, I haven't met her yet. I've been working on that." I decided to leave out the part where I was going to sneak her into America once she knew me well enough.

"Oh Bebe, I'll know you'll find a way to meet her and fall in love!" Mom laughed; a tinkling sound that made me smile a little.

"Well, hopefully she'll love me… but I don't want to pressure her into actually falling in love with me." Truthfully, the very idea made my head spin. Being in love with her, I mean… she was so young and innocent.

"Of course not, you guys are always so protective." She sighed a little. I only rolled my eyes as I sunk into my bed, stifling a yawn. "Oh goodness, Freddie… I forgot! It must be one o'clock there! Ju have to be tired." I could hear her maternal side starting to gear up.

"Yes, I suppose I am," I said slowly.

"Ju get some more rest, and call us in a couple days to give us an update on how things are going, okay?" she said soothingly.

"Of course I will. I'll talk to you later," I paused, noticing she was about to hang up, and then remembered something, "Wait, mom, it would be great if you and dad didn't mention this to the Cullen's or any of the pack. I don't know if I want anybody else to know quite yet." I said quickly.

"Of course, I completely understand. Bye, Freddie." I hung the phone up, rubbing my forehead lightly. I knew that they'd keep their promise, but people knowing about Maribel was still stressful to me. I didn't want some big thing made out of this when I hadn't even spoken to her yet.

In fact, it was a bit humiliating and depressing that I hadn't. The frustrating thing was, she didn't leave the property! She often took walks and drank in the sun on her little balcony, but otherwise didn't go outside. It was like she was a prisoner in her own home. She also had permanent body guards by her side twenty-four/seven, which didn't help. The only chance I had was at night, and that was only on days her father wasn't home.

Sighing, I sat up, knowing now that I had this on my mind, I wouldn't be able to shrug it off and get to sleep. Closing my eyes, I knew that I needed to come up with a plan and soon. I was getting more nervous and paranoid by the second.

I paced to the kitchen, starting to get a cup of coffee. The stuff didn't affect me how it did some other people, but it helped a little.

"What're you doing up?" Hector's voice, surprised and tense, sounded behind me, and I turned, surprised as well.

"Oh… Uh, couldn't sleep." I said slowly. I could hear a heartbeat behind him hammering nervously. He looked suspicious, since he knew I slept like a rock. The only thing that could wake me was the annoying shrill of an alarm clock.

"Okay… well, do you want to check and make sure your clock is set right?" He said after a moment, looking quite on edge. I raised an eyebrow at him. He was sweating, his fingers moving awkwardly against the others.

I sniffed the air discretely, and was shocked to smell the scent of Valeria. I couldn't believe myself for a second, and smelt it again, only to confirm my original assumption. A flushed anger filled me for a moment, furious that Hector could betray Aldo like that… I could smell the sex fresh on them both.

I took a deep breath, calming myself immediately. I looked him in the eye, nodding slowly. "Okay, Hector. Okay." I went to my room slowly, and as I stepped into the doorway, turned back.

I knew that if I meddled too much into the situation, it could make things worse. It was Hector and Valeria's decision, and I hoped they would realize their mistake. If not, than I knew their decision would come back to haunt them… But Hector was a friend, so I knew I should give him some advice.

"Hector, I want you to think about something… Think about losing Aldo, and him hating you. Think about consequences to bad decisions." I told him. His head was hung as I spoke, and he slowly looked up after I finished speaking.

"Okay, Freddie. Okay." He whispered, copying the phrase I'd used. Suppressing a sigh, I turned around, pretending to follow his odd and random request.

Shutting my door, I could hear the quiet footsteps of Valeria; "I'll come tomorrow, same time?" she spoke raptly and guiltily, but also… excitedly.

"Of course, beautiful; I can't wait." Hector whispered.

After she'd left and Hector had paced back to his room, I exited mine. I was quite angry with the both of them, and needed to calm myself. I also needed to think of a way to help Hector with getting over her and letting Aldo's marriage be, without being too imposing.

The streets were sullen and silent as I strut across them, almost running. I needed to exert some of my… energy, if you could call it that, and running might be the best way. I didn't even think of where to go, I just ran, and somehow my feet guided me in the right place, down the dirt that took a sharp right, right to the ditch. I ran along side it, until finding my tree.

I looked at it for a second before steadily climbing it, tying my clothes to my ankle before phasing. I gazed at her closed window, begging her to open it and peek out… The need was strong, and I hadn't seen her up close in so long…

And that driving, that pounding and begging was what made me leap out of the tree to the ground, into the brush. I paused for a few moments, knowing that a guard would be circling in a mere second, and like clockwork he was there.

As soon as he rounded the corner, I counted down the seconds, knowing I had only four or five, and sprinted with all the energy in me to the bush under the porch on their house. My breath was caught as I tumbled into it, not even a millisecond later hearing the sound of feet stomping across the deck.

I knew I wouldn't be able to do this as a wolf, so I phased back, feeling foolish at phasing at all. It was clear as I gazed up, I might not be able to do it as a person either.

I narrowed my ears in concentration, counting the pace of the man who would turn the corner next's walk, and bolted upwards, launching onto the railing.

I almost fell, but thanks to my incredible balance, latched on and stuck. My hands felt for the next window, and I hooked my fingers over the side, pulling myself up. I was in a fetal position in mid-air, something that proved itself to be quite difficult.

In a quick movement, I put my feet on the window sill, thanking god that the window was closed, and shot my hands up, catching the top of the window. I repeated that once more, but I was all the more quiet and careful, for, it was my Maribel's balcony. I looked around, wondering what the hell I'd do now that I was up here, getting dressed was priority one.

Shrugging, I tried the latch, and was surprised and also confused as to why it swung open. Though, once I thought about it, no normal being would have been able to climb up as I had.

I climbed into Maribel's room carefully, looking around. I saw the piano in the corner, her large canopy bed, and her bureau against the wall, along with some sofas, and a violin case. I softly shut the door behind me, and stepped a bit closer to her bed, where I could see her sleeping peacefully.

Her face was angelic, her curls sprayed around her face wildly. She whimpered in her sleep, and my hand automatically shot out to comfort her, but I pulled it back at the last second, afraid I'd wake her.

"Umm… no!" she moaned quietly, shifting her position. I crouched beside her, leaning my elbow against her bedside table, which was crowded with nail polish bottles of all colors. "Beautiful…" I murmured, examining her.

It was the first time I'd ever seen her up close, and I was taken away… Her eyes, even closed, were mesmerizing. Her eyelashes were fluttered around them, the eyelids squeezed lightly, as her whole demeanor was… light.

Her small mouth was in a peaceful line, not angry or strained… just at rest. Her cheeks had a soft blush across them, her gorgeous tan skin slightly pink with color. It made me want to hold her in my arms, stroking her cheek and feeling that wondrous, amazing flush…

"Beautiful," I murmured again, but I realized too late it was a bit louder than before, and her eyes fluttered open.

I was frozen to my spot as she looked at me, for a moment also frozen, and then shock took over her features and she opened her mouth to scream.