Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight universe, Stephenie Meyer does.

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.

Hallo everyone! I am on cloud nine at the moment, because...wait for it... I got engaged! Sorry, I just can't stop thinking about it... I put in extra effort into the writing, so hopefully you'll enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Six – I Was Joyful, She Was Wishful

August 4th 2038

Freddie POV

I met her. I talked to her. I talked to her! My skin buzzed with excitement as I ran back to my house. My legs hurt from the speed I was going, so fast that to any human I would be all but invisible. Everything was so sharp to me; completely in focus.

It was like this glimmer of hope, of getting her out of this dangerous world, which put everything into gear for me. I knew I had to get her out soon. I almost turned around and went right back, already craving more of her.

I had been a little hurt at first, I'll admit, when she was so scared of me. But almost immediately I realized why; who wouldn't be a little… surprised, if a strange man was looming over them in the dead of night?

In fact, after I thought of it, I was quite happy she was smart enough to scramble away from me. If it had been somebody else… I shivered at the thought.

I slowed considerably as I approached the road to my house; I wasn't looking forward to work today and facing Aldo with the knowledge of Hector and Valeria's affair. I didn't convey emotion wildly or uncontrollably, it would just be hard to look him in the eyes and know exactly what is happening behind his back. I would feel like I was betraying him.

I finally stopped, closing my eyes and feeling the heat roll across my spine, until I was human again. I untied the set of clothes from my ankle, pulling them on in fast motion. Dawn was beginning to break, the sun rising slowly; the edges around it were blurred, frayed, and I couldn't help but think of Maribel.

She was beautiful and majestic as the sun, but surrounded by danger and difficulties, like she was worn around the edges. I breathed deeply, inhaling her last lingering scent. With a smile on my face, I sauntered into Aldo's, heading towards the back room where my uniform was.

I was off, thinking of a strategy to convince Maribel to come with me, when Valeria entered. There were bags under her eyes, and she stumbled as she walked to get her notepad and apron. She glanced at me suspiciously as she passed, but I chose to ignore her, instead focusing on lacing my shoes.

"You know." I was a bit startled when she spoke accusingly, her voice low and furious, but I didn't jump or show any indication that I'd heard at all. I still thought it would be best if, for now at least, I stayed out of it. They still had time to think about what they were doing and realize it's wrong. "You know," she said again, her voice small and broken. I didn't expect this strange fade in her tough exterior, so I turned, nodding slightly.

"Yes, after last night, it's very obvious," I said quietly, fighting hard to keep the accusatory tone out of my voice.

"It's not what you think, Freddie. I tried to stay away from him… I did. But he won me over… and-and Aldo is amazing but Hector is just so passionate…" I could see from the defeated look on her face she was about to cry, and I softened a little bit, but only a little.

"Valeria, I'm not looking for any excuse. I just want you to think about what you're doing. I don't like to get in the middle of things, and I really don't want to today." I said this firmly, trying to keep the glare out of my expression. She winced slightly, biting her lip.

"So you won't tell Aldo?" Her Spanish words were laced with mild relief.

"No," I couldn't suppress the scowl this time, and went back to getting ready.

I was a little angry as she left that she'd ruined my jovial mood, but shook it off, trying to summon my ecstasy again. I closed my eyes, and Maribel's eyes shimmered in the darkness… a small smile crossed my lips before I picked up my pen, and swept through the door to start my shift.

As I took orders and catered to rude and absurd customers alike, I thought more about how to talk Maribel into going with me, I knew that if she said no, I wouldn't be able to pressure her, but it would crush me to not be able to save her from this world.

I knew already that I was going to take her to La Push. It was discrete, nobody would suspect it, and it was the safest place in the country, possibly the continent. Between all us wolves, looking out for everyone's safety not only from human drinking vamps, but also from any form of danger.

And if she did agree, how would I get her to La Push? I only had to think about this for a second before the answer became fairly obvious. From my time in Europe, I knew the Cullen's to be very powerful people, they could send me fake ID's and drivers licenses within a day, no problem. They got the most legit looking one's possible, so I could fly her over to Port Angeles and no one would think anything of it.

"Freddie, your order is ready!" Aldo's haphazard voice broke off my thoughts, and I shook my head once, grabbing the tray of food.

It was a fairly busy day, and by the time my shift ended, I wanted nothing more than to never have to step foot in the restaurant again.

Evening rolled around slowly, hours dragging on and on. I counted down the seconds in my room, pacing back and forth like a madman, wandering aimlessly around the halls. If felt like I hadn't seen her in so long; my patience was being tested with each moment I was away from her.

I finally settled on my bed, setting my alarm about an hour before midnight. Thoughts dodged around my brain as I restlessly turned, trying to fend off worries and get sleep. Finally, I lost consciousness, but my dreams still revolved around her… my Maribel.

The blaringly annoying sound of my alarm clock jolted me up, and I scratched the back of my neck, adjusting to the area around me. As I fully remembered what I had to try to accomplish tonight, my back went rigid, and I jumped from the bed to pace.

I took a couple deep breaths before striding to my door, flinging it open determinedly.

I could hear through the thin walls of my room, Valeria and Aldo arguing, but paid them no mind as I, quietly as possible, took the stairs two at a time, passing through the dark shadows of the restaurant to go out the back door.

I phased as soon as the fresh air swept across my face, the heat stirring in my spine sweeping up and morphing me into something else. My gray fur was on edge, my body very aware of each sound around me. The feeling of what I was about to ask my imprint was overwhelming.

I could see perfectly because of my wolf sight, but everything still seemed so dark, a light at the end of a tunnel was leading me to her. My paws ran of their own accord, I didn't even have to think of where to go. I had run this path so many times, I didn't have to.

As I got to the wall surrounding her house, I slowed, trying not to make a sound as I approached the tree to her house.

I knew that her saying yes to leaving everything of her behind would be a long shot. She didn't know me at all, had no idea of how much I cared about her. But I had to start. I had to get her to say yes by the end of the week. I paused before shimmying up the tree, situating myself in the branch. It wasn't quite yet midnight, and I wanted to wait until it was about a quarter after, just to be safe.

As I ran through my plan in my head, I froze a little. I was just going to ask her if she wanted to come to La Push with me. I hissed a little at the thought.

The clarity of my plan had picked up, and I could think more clearly now. That that may be the most unintelligent plan I'd ever thought of. Before, Maribel's safety and well-being had clouded my mind. I had wanted the quickest plan possible. I didn't even understand that proceeding with that plan could freak her out and ruin my chances of taking her in the first place.

I growled, starting to pace like a wild tiger locked in a cage. The branch allowed me little room, and I turned around every two seconds having taken only three steps.

I was going to have to take it slow… well, not too slow, but slow enough that she'd ease into me and the idea of running away.

I sighed heavily as I jumped from the branch, my body landing with an inaudible thud on the ground. My eyes darted around the scene, measuring the footsteps of the men walking in the house, double checking that no one was near.

I dug my claws into the dirt as the seconds ticked by, before noticing a slight pause in steps, a sluggish dragging of feet. I phased back as I ran, I knew my body would be nothing but a blur to any onlooker.

I threw on a pair of shorts before climbing up; I eased into each movement better than I had the other night, my movements much more precise and measured. Her window was creaked open a millimeter; I could push it open easily, jumping into the window in less than a hundredth of a second.

I could hear her hurried breathing perfectly, her body curled around itself under her covers. She was awake, I knew because she tightened as I shut the window.

"Maribel?" I whispered into the room, my voice low as possible. I heard a great breath whoosh out of her before she sat up, untwisting her limbs as she turned to look me over. She tilted her head to the side, inspecting me closely.

"Hello, Freddie, have you safe run?" she said, struggling to speak the English words in her heavily Ecuadorian accented voice, her words were alluring as if they had been dipped in sweet honey. I took a few steps forward without thinking, and her eyes widened a millimeter.

I immediately jumped back, not wanting to upset her. But she shook her head, her eyes probing me forward as she pointed to the end of bed. I gently sat, and we stared at each for a few moments, saying nothing.

Finally, she broke the silence, "why did you come into my room last night?" she asked me, her tone slightly worried as she returned to speaking Spanish. I ran a hand through my wild hair, attempting to stifle the groan that was threatening to escape me.

I cocked my head to the side, thoughtful before answering. It had been a common fact since the very first imprint that once you found her, there was (supposed) to be no reason to hold back from telling her the secrets of La Push. It would, after all, explain a lot about the way we were behaving towards them.

"Remember when I told you about where I grew up? And that myself and my family were wolves?" I questioned. She blanched noticeably, but nodded, bringing her hands up to rest under chin. I was distracted for a moment, in awe at the thoughtful, curious expression on her face… She looked stunning, even as she was frowning.

"Freddie?" she said hesitantly, effectively breaking me out of my daze.

"Lo siento…" I mumbled a quick apology before continuing, "Well, there is something called… imprinting." She gave me a questioning look, her lips parting in an O.

"It's kind of… where a wolf finds a girl, and is drawn to her. Once their eyes, she is the most important and amazing person to them. There is no other as beautiful to him, and they'd do anything to protect her." I decided that I wouldn't explain it fully; I didn't want to scare or disturb her.

I studied her expression, she seemed to be calculating what I had told her, and her eyes widened, and then tightened, her head shooting to look at me. A faint blush fell across her cheeks as she gazed at me shyly.

"Did you imprint on me? Is that why you came here?" she whispered, her mouth pressed into a firm line. I nodded slowly, scooting towards her a little bit to place my hand on her shoulder, rubbing it softly.

"Are you okay?" I asked her nervously, anxiously. She sighed again, nodding her head very slowly as if almost unsure of the answer.

"Yes, I suppose that… Yes." She cleared her throat, her expression still thoughtful.

"Maribel, if you're not okay with me being here..?" The unasked question if she wanted me to leave was apparent in my voice, but I hoped that she would say no, that she wanted me to stay with her forever.

"No! You can stay, just stay!" she said, her voice strict as she scooted closer to me, until she was almost leaning against my arm.

"Maribel," I cleared my throat, deciding a change of subject may make us both more comfortable, "what do you want to do... When you get older, I mean?" I whispered to her, winding my finger through a spring of her hair absentmindedly. She had a sudden intake of breath.

"I don't know. I haven't put much thought on those things." She said, but her voice was tight, wary. I pulled back a little, looking at her.

"Oh, well, do you ever want to travel?" I asked her, I tried to keep the underlying tone of angst out of my voice. I wonder if she guessed where I was heading. I was nervous about it, and I wouldn't push it. There was just a part of me that had to know, I had to find out if she wanted to leave her parents, her house, behind.

"Yes. But I'm not sure how…" she pursed her lips, twiddling her thumbs.

"How what?" I asked gently, my eyes sweeping over hers worriedly. She looked nervous now, a little sad even. It broke me into pieces seeing that longing back in her eyes.

"I just want to get out of here, for even a bit. Just see different things, meet new people… That sort of thing." She whispered. A tear escaped her eye as she bit her lip.

Embarrassed, she swiped the tear away. I moved closer to her, rubbing the side of her arm soothingly.

As I held her close, a little part of me couldn't help but smile… A part of her wanted to go, and that was all I needed. One step closer to her being safe.