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Chapter 1

"What the fuck do you mean we have to monitor her?" Paul screamed furiously at his Alpha. His body was shaking once more at the surge to protect her ran through him for the fifth time that day.

"I mean that she still smells like trouble, you can at least agree with that" Sam tried to reason with him. He knew full well what extents he would go to protect Emily, he knew what Paul was going through.

"I won't agree to any fucking thing until you order off patrols near her house"

"Come on, Paul. You think we WANNA go stalking your imprint" Quill stated from the side. If Paul could look any more pissed than he already was, well, he did now.

"Is anybody finding this funny, the fact that Paul imprinted on a leech" Jared asked Embry on the side. It took just one step forward and Paul's fist to connect with Jared's face, to have it bleeding like he imagined earlier. Paul then got pulled outside by Embry and Sam as he was shaking like nobody's business.

"She's not a FUCKING LEECH!" he all but screamed at them. He had never felt this torrent of anger since the day he first phased. Paul wasn't going to be like the fucking newbie who couldn't control his ability to phase.

"Her smell could be explained if she was fucking a leech" Leah spoke up for the first time since she saw him imprint.

That was all it took for Paul to phase and almost kill his fellow pack mates.

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Alice slid the box of pictures under her closet that was now stocked with clothes. Shopping therapy sounded like something that only white girls with platinum cards did, but it helped sometimes even if it was just to fool Rosalie. It actually was just a front, to keep Rosalie thinking that she was slowly coming back to her old self. She knew she was never going back to what she was, but she wasn't going to tell Rosalie that. Alice wasn't the only one that lost Esme, she couldn't possibly cause her heartbroken sister anymore pain.

Alice's eyes followed her around her room as she tried to hang some artwork up that they snagged off of some opt shop. The pixie barely looked at them and the only thing common in all of them were the bright colours. Streaks of crayola, electric yellow, neon fuschia covered the walls, literally brightening up her room. Exactly what Esme would have done.

"Do you want to go into town to get some food?" Rosalie asked.

Thinking about food had stomachs grumbling, and from there they set off.

Driving around La Push it was very obvious that these two didn't belong, not just from the fact that they were white, but that they decided to live here out of choice. Many stayed because of hereditary land and family connections, but these two girls moved out here on their own. Not pulled by any forces here. The real estate agent filled almost everybody in town on their move here. How Rosalie paid for their small house on the reservation in cash, how they never brought any furniture with them and the fact that they were sisters that looked nothing alike.

Alice could hear everything said about them as they entered the diner. Her part vampire hearing was not as good as a real vampire, but it was good enough to hear these locals talking about them.

"..Serious, these whities have no business being here..."

"...You heard they bought Old Pakeha's house..."

"...I heard that the dark haired one's still in high school..."

Had old Alice been here, her bright and shiny demeanour would have quelled all their doubts of trouble and she would have hated the idea of anyone hating her. The only person she didn't want to hate her right now was Rosalie, she was the only thing that mattered. What she thought of Alice would shape what the shorter woman was going to be. Alice couldn't care less about the locals.

They found a booth that wasn't in the middle of all the talk and from her sister's scowl, Alice could tell she had heard them as well.

"Why'd you pick this place anyway?" Alice asked her as they sat. Rosalie didn't have the vampire blood that Alice did, but she loathed vampires just as much as the brunette did.

The scowl immediately disappeared and it softened into something that resembled her father Carlisle. How she longed to have Carlisle's blood in her instead of this filthy vampire's. Alice felt her heart clench at the resemblance.

"These wolves will protect us" she said reaching for Alice's cold hands. She wished she could believe her because if what the pixie had seen earlier, they freeze when they see a vampire. Then they attack each other. Some sort of protection they are.

Alice dropped the subject just as the plate of food was plonked infront of her.

"Hi there, are you by any chance hiring?" Rose asked the waitress named "Kim".

"No, I'm sorry we're not" she said with a fake smile plastered across her face. Rosalie used to eat bitches like this for breakfast before. I inwardly winced as I could just feel the onslaught come on. When Rosalie bitched out, people stood back and the ones that didn't got burnt severely.

"Thanks then" Rosalie forced out.

It looks like I wasn't the only one who changed in the course of a month.

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Sam's POV

I never thought that I would've had to deal with two more wolves imprinting. I knew I was lucky to imprint on Emily and Quill to imprint on Claire, but seeing as how I was told how rare it was, I never expected them to imprint too.

What are the chances that these sisters move to town and my wolves imprint on them. Why does one of them smell like a leech but have a beating heart? My thoughts were interrupted by the very cause of my pack problems.

"Hi there" the blonde one said walking into my auto shop. I saw the memory and she seemed like a pretty tough bitch. Jacob had imprinted on this one and he wasn't exaggerating, she was pretty.

"Hello" I greeted politely, wiping my hands on a cloth. I eyed her car and wondered what was wrong with it. I was very busy this fall, what with me being the only person that ran the shop.

"You're the new family that moved into Old Pakeha's house, right?" I knew, everybody knew, it was rude to pretend otherwise.

"Yes, my name's Rosalie. My sister and I live there now", she said respectfully. "I was wondering if you were hiring"

"Hiring?" I asked confused.

"Yeah, Mrs. Clearwater from the convenience store said that you needed help around here. So do you?"

Ah yes. Sue knew I had trouble trying to get some of the boys into my shop. They'd rather have jobs that had some sort of connection with outsiders than be with their alpha who was also their boss. Business had been pretty good but I couldn't handle the workload on my own.

"Know anything about cars?" I asked like a crack-down boss. I would have hired her even if she didn't know how to change a tyre; it would give me time to find out about this woman.

"I rebuilt that thing from the junk yard "she pointed to her beetle. I looked at it and it looked like it had a pretty raw deal, but an amazing job if she rebuilt the thing herself.

"You know that I can't pay you much" I said honestly.

"I don't expect much" she said sheepishly.

"I'm saying minimum wage"

"How soon can I start?" she asked, smiling.

I went to the cupboard and pulled out an old pair of my overalls that would drown her in its vastness and chucked them at her.

"You can start on Mr McMillan's VW, his exhaust pipes need to be changed". Although I wanted to question her about her life, why she moved here and everything about her sister to solve my pack problems, I was also her boss and I didn't want to frighten her off. I was going to take my time about this.

She set to work with all my tools strewn around the shop and I got to work on Mrs. Greer's carburator. "So Rosalie, you have a last name?"

"Cullen" she said without looking at me.

"So it's just you and your sister? Where are your parents?" I asked just one question from the other 50 that were bugging at me.

"Our parents are dead. It's just me and Alice now"

I felt bad for asking now, "I'm very sorry for your loss"

Her silence made me think that was the end of the conversation. "So Sam, have you always run the shop?"

Now it was polite to answer a few of her questions. "No, my dad did before me, he's retired now"

"And one day, you're going to hand it over to your son" she said a smile tugging at her lips. I felt a rush of happiness at the thought of me and Emily's son. He would be perfect.

"That's the plan. Emily and I are trying to conceive" I said, rushing with pride every time I announced it. The thought of Emily round with my child got me content and blissful.

"Congratulations. I know that she'll be pregnant in no time with that sort of smile" she said looking at me. I thought that maybe she wasn't so bad after all.

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Rosalie's POV (Flashback)

Never had I felt this much pain before in my life. All those petty fights with Alice seemed to be just that: petty. Emmett leaving me felt just like a prick in the shoe compared to this. The tightening of my chest felt like chains were wrapped securely around my heart and was pulled in every direction, leaving my heart feeling like its breaking but also squashed into this ball of despair.

The breeze on my face was fresh and powerful. I sat at the edge of the cliff looking down. That was definitely a very long drop. Crashing waves always felt like good background music. But now it was the last sounds I was going to hear. It didn't feel monumental in the least.

I stood and removed my dress. It seemed that the partying I left home for wasn't worth it. By leaving Alice to see our mother die on her own, I had told her I didn't care. I told her I didn't care about the one thing that I've always had, that I've lost, and what I want back: my family.

I vaguely hear something call me from behind but I forget it, taking my last leap in life. I leaped into Emmett, into our adulthood when I was but a child, leaping away from my mother and sister. This was the last jump I was going to take, away from my life.

The drop was as fast as was my meaningless life.

As soon as I hit the water, I thought about Alice. Who was going to look after her? Where was she? She must be scared the daylights out of. I have to get her back.

Just then I felt something else hit the water beside me. I looked to see a man look franticly for me and upon seeing me, he pulled my arm up with him.

Who the hell did he think he was?

We reached the surface and I immediately pulled my arm from him. Who the fuck was he to be dragging me around. I know I decided at the very end that I didn't want to die, but that didn't excuse him trying to determine my fate for me. He looked like he could beat a woman. That's why I didn't like him.

"Why the fuck did you jump?" he screamed at me. Thenlooking me directly in the eye, his entire body changed, his attention was solely on me. It was like he had never seen a girl before or something. He was struck dumb.

"Who the fuck do you think you are trying to stop me?" I screamed right back.

He had no reply and just looked at me stupidly like I spoke gibberish. This angered me even more, because he had seen I was pretty and didn't want to fight with me.

I turned away and started to swim to the shore. I then felt his hands curl around my waist as if trying to help me swim.

"Get your filthy hands off me" I shouted at him. He snapped them away.

"I'm sorry" he said meekly. We swam back to shore and I was fuming. Who did he think he was questioning me and trying to help me swim like I was a fucking invalid.

"You better be fucking sorry" I said once we got to shore. As I walked ahead of him, I could feel his gaze on my panty clad arse. I wanted to turn around and slap him, he made me sick.

"Please don't do that again" he asked from the back. I turned and what I first saw as a Hulk Hogan now looked like a nervous teenager. That fuelled my anger, I've seen this ploy before with Emmett.

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want. Now you leave me alone"

I didn't see his heartbroken expression and I didn't want to. What I needed to do was set up a home, find Alice and bring her to it. Mummy was gone, but Rosalie was still fucking here.

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Alice's POV

I don't know why that wolf outside thinks that I don't know he's here. He's been way too close to the house and his silver coat doesn't exactly match the green surroundings. If my father could have been just a normal person, instead of Aro, the weird half vampire, then I could have lived my life normally and not be able to hear the wolf creeping outside. Then again, the wolf wouldn't be there if I wasn't part vampire . My sister has never speculated that we might have different dads, so she looks at me with the love and adoration of a normal person.

Being 6 foot tall and having blonde hair would be so much better. I would be full human and not this social outcast in this world.

The juicy steaks lay ready marinated and ready to cook. My mum always said she put love in them, that's why they tasted so good. I found out in her recipe book that she actually soaked the steak in salt water before and so it tasted amazingly tender and seasoned. This was the first time I'd actually tried cooking it. Tears prickled my eyes at the feel of the steaks in my hands.

I couldn't take it. I picked up the tray and kicked the back door open. The back door sounded hurt as it flew open and I stormed out.

I dropped the tray on the ground.

"Happy wolf, I've lost my appetite with you hovering around me"

Storming back up the stairs and into my room I couldn't help but think that I did that because I want the wolf to attack. I want him to rip me to shreds because I shouldn't be allowed to live. Pain follows me, it knows no other home. The wolf should get angry and kill me, not protect me. I'm not worth protecting.

I was not human, I was not vampire, I was no longer a member of a society. I was an outcast and the two former identities didn't bother me at all. I had a place in the world, until my so called 'father' came along. He was not my father, my father was Carlisle. Carlisle comforted me when Jasper left, he took me to "bring your daughter to work day", HE was my father. Not some half-breed that raped my mother because he saw me as his offspring in the future. I wish to God that one day I meet him. The day I meet him, I will kill him. I'll make sure that he fathers no other event in life. His last breath will fulfil the reason to my being.

Unless this wolf kills me. Either way, I meet mummy.

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