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Just Let Go, I'll Catch You

Chapter 2

HIM

8 Months Ago

He walked. His destination was unknown, like always. He tried to think about the clouds in the sky or even the pebbles beneath his feet, but it proved useless. All he could think about was the Quileute secret: they were shape shifters, or werewolves. He'd been doing a paper for English Lit and he'd figured that the old legends of the tribe were worth writing about. A scoff escaped his lips as he walked down the road from Sam's place.

He'd gone to Sam for help since he was the friendliest with Billy Black and Old Quil Ateara. They were, after all, members on the council. If only he knew what a mistake that had been. When he'd asked for help, Sam had actually yelled at him, and had started shaking violently. And then, he'd run out of the house and into the trees before he'd even had a chance to blink. He didn't understand what was going on until he looked at Emily's face and at her scars.

Everything had just…Clicked to him. And now he knew what they were, what they were hiding. And he didn't know what the fuck to do about it. There wasn't really anything he could do. It wasn't like he could go to anyone and tell them about it. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. How many others would fall prey to this…He didn't know what to call it. A Gift? Curse? Maybe both, who the fuck knows. He certainly didn't.

And what was the worst by far was that he guessed Billy Black, Old Quil, Harry Clearwater, and the rest of Sam's…Pack, all knew about it. And they didn't say anythingto anyone. How could they be so fucking stupid? He heard a twig snap and looked up to his left to see Sam.

"What the fuck do you want, Uley?" He barked, noticing how he didn't even flinch. Instead, his eyes only narrowed slightly. He watched him with new eyes and couldn't believe that no one saw how different he was.

"You don't understand…" Sam began but that only angered him more.

"That's horse shit and you know it," he replied angrily. "Or should I say wolf shit?" That got an emotion out of Sam. His eyes turned a shade darker with anger and he took a step closer to him.

"You're treading on thin ice," Sam warned.

"And you're lying to people!" He shot back, and felt a shiver course through his body. And that shiver led to another…And then another. His body hummed with anger and something within him twitched…Fucking twitched. Sam watched him with knowing eyes and it pissed him off even more. "You, Billy, Old Quil, Harry, and probably so many others are lying to everyone. Does Jake or Quil or everyone else know about your secret? What if I told them, told them all?" He watched Sam's face pale out in shock and worry but then heat up in renewed anger.

"They'd never believe you. You may have the power to destroy girls' hearts, but you can never destroy the tribe's strength," Sam pointed out and he flinched. He knew he played the field…He just didn't realize the effect it would have on his credibility. His anger flared up and he strode over to Sam and shoved him, hard. Sam stumbled back and growled at him. Before he saw it coming, Sam had shoved him back and he fell backwards.

Glaring up at Sam, he saw a mixture of red and white, his heart hammering in his chest. He stood up slowly, his chest heaving and his hands clenched tightly. A roar ripped its way through his throat and then he felt pain, extreme pain. It felt like his bones were breaking and trying to realign, but in different positions. He let out a garbled cry of pain, hearing his clothes tear, before suddenly he was no longer on two legs, and his thoughts weren't the only ones he could hear. He heard two voices: Sam and Jared's.

Dude, you phased? Jared commented incredulously.

Shut it, Jared, Sam ordered and he heard Jared fade away slightly.

What…The fuck just happened? He asked, feeling somewhat heavy and slightly overwhelmed with it all. He looked around him with new eyes, and heard things with new ears, and smelled things with a new nose. It felt so surreal.

It's not a dream, Jared commented at his thought. He jumped at the voice and turned his enlarged head towards Sam, his eyes going wide when he saw not a man but a large black wolf. A fucking wolf.

It will be alright, Sam tried to comfort and he swallowed. Just calm down and you'll phase back. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, feeling his body shift. When he opened them once again, he was on his knees in the woods, naked. He looked down at his body with new eyes and he could see how different he was. His chest, although good enough before, was more sculpted and pronounced. He could see every vein and sinew in his fore arms and when he stood, he noticed that a certain appendage was also changed. He heard a snort and met the eyes of his friend Jared.

"Dude, what the fuck do you feed that thing?" He laughed for the first time since the whole ordeal and Sam shone with pride. He let out a cheer in Quileute and soon the three men were hooting and cheering. He learned about the heavy responsibility he now had and he accepted it with muted pride. And within an hour, he bore the official tribal tattoo that said he belonged in the pack. Never had he felt so free.

6 Months Ago

Two months. That's how long he'd been a wolf. How long he'd had to keep a secret from his friends. How long he'd felt a burden being lifted off his shoulders. And how long he'd felt like he actually belonged. He sighed, standing on four legs and shaking out his fur. His wolf glorified in being outside, free and uncaged. He stretched, his forelegs elongating and his hind legs lifting his rear end up. With a yawn he took off at a steady run, his body becoming one with the forest.

Before he'd been a wolf, he'd had nowhere he belonged. And now he had a pack of brothers, with whom he belonged. He wondered who would be next. Sam had been looking at Embry a lot lately, so maybe it could be him. Fucked if he knew. Sam hadn't known why he'd phased in the first place. There weren't any leeches around to trigger the curse. Or so they'd thought. Later that day, after he'd phased, Sam had gotten a call from Charlie Swan, saying that his daughter was missing.

They'd gone and searched for her, but only the pack and the council members knew the truth. Bella had gone after that leech, her boyfriend, into the woods and had gotten lost. Sam found her. She'd looked at him and everything just stopped. He felt something snap inside him and suddenly, she was everything to him. He was just lucky that he wasn't in wolf form. He had kept it a secret for two months and he planned to keep it a secret still. The only thing he could do was to sleep with every girl, or woman, that would have him. Which wasn't hard, seeing as he was a damn good looking guy, if he thought so himself. Besides, Miss Bella Swan was a leech lover.

He heard her truck driving to the beach. His heart lurched at seeing her and he took off towards La Push Beach, hiding in the trees awaiting her arrival. Ten minutes later, he saw her truck pulling into a parking spot, sitting in her truck bed for a few minutes before stepping out of it like she always did, and walked over to an old tree, bleached by the surf.

He shifted to his human form and sat down, watching her. Ever since the leech had left, she'd been coming here. She hugged her knees up to her chest and stared out at the ocean, the wind blowing her hair out behind her. The scent wafted over to him and he breathed it in, shivering. He watched her for what felt like hours when he felt a tug in the back of his mind. He knew it was Sam and so he ran deeper into the trees before phasing, making sure to block his thoughts. What shocked him was hearing someone new: Embry.

Wh…What the fuck you guys? What the fuck is this? He couldn't help but chuckle at Embry.

What happened? He asked Sam, not needing to know where there were. He could hear them and smell them.

He came home when his mother was… Sam paused to show him what had happened.

Ew, dude, Jared commented. That's fucking gross!

You're telling me, he commented back. I'll be there in two minutes Sam; he promises and tunes them out for a couple minutes as he focused on running. He broke through the tree line and trotted over to where a freaked out Embry, calming Sam, and curious Jared were standing.

He saw that Embry's coat was an orangey-brown and wondered at it. Sam's black coat had a few silvery hairs in it from the stress of being the leader. Jared's was a grey and black coat, and his was a chocolate brown. Oddly, like the leech lover's eyes…

Chill dude, he soothed Embry. It seems really fucked up, but you gotta calm down. If you do, you'll phase back, I swear.

Pr-Promise? Embry asked and he nodded his big head. They all watched as Embry's shaking haunches calmed and then his body was no longer a wolf but a man. They each phased back and Embry looked at them with new eyes.

"Dude," he breathed, looking at him. "You're fucking huge!" He let out a laugh and punched him in the shoulder.

"Don't get a hard-on Em," he said, smiling. "Or be jealous," he laughed. Embry looked at Sam, and Sam's eyes showed both worry and mingled pride.

"Jared," Sam said. "Take Embry To Old Quil." Jared nodded and led Embry off into the trees. He met Sam's eyes and saw the worry in them: Embry wasn't supposed to phase.

"He wasn't supposed to phase," they said at the same time and each let out a strangled laugh.

"Why do you think he did?" He asks, his inner wolf twitching. Sam's eyes hooded with worry as he swallowed.

"I don't know," he says, turning to walk away. "I really don't know. But I plan on finding out," his tone promised retribution and he watched as Sam phased and took off into the woods. He sighed, knowing that if he went to the beach, she'd be gone, or with Black. He growled at the thought of him being with her. So, instead, he phased and ran into Seattle, heading to his favorite club: Furry Poison.

The instant he walked in, he felt the hormones rolling off of every woman inside. A cute redhead caught his eye and he sauntered over to her, his inner wolf screaming that this wasn't right, like always. But, he didn't care at the moment. He smiled at the girl and she blushed and smiled back. He took a deep breath in. Definitely not a virgin…

"What's your name?" He asked and she smiled.

Four Months Ago

It had been four months since the leech had left Bella, but there was a new vamp in town, a redhead. They didn't know what she wanted, and were curious, and annoyed, to find out. Everyone at the rez was on edge, especially Sam and Jared. They'd both imprinted. Sam on Emily, and Jared on Kim. He wondered if that was what had happened to him, but he doubted it. But since they each had imprints, they both had more to lose.

Bella had been spending more and more time on the rez, either with Black or at the Beach. He was glad to see that she didn't see how Black felt about her. He noticed that whenever he tried to grab her hand how she'd casually move her hand away from his. But he could sense something within Jacob that he himself didn't see. He knew it would only be a matter of time before Jacob phased. He just hoped that she would be nowhere near him when she did…

Two Months Ago

Jake had phased, just like Sam and himself had predicted. Apparently Bella's little stalker had gotten a little too annoying and sent him over the edge. He watched her, seeing how depressed she really was. And so skinny. He hated seeing her so unkempt. He knew it wasn't like her. But he also knew that he just couldn't do anything about it. When he heard about what could have happened to his Bella, he attacked Jake. The only thing that had stopped him was Sam ordering them to cease…

Enough, he'd ordered and they stopped. He'd looked at him. What is the meaning of this?

He could have hurt her, he growled, looking over at Jake. Sam looked at Jake.

Calm down and phase out, he said. It wasn't a suggestion. It took Jacob only a few moments to calm down. By then, they were all naked men, standing in the forest. He'd been vibrating with fury, just barely keeping a check on his wolf.

"Why would you care? You don't care about anybody!" Jake yelled at him, shoving him. He let out a vicious growl.

"Step off, Black! She's not yours!" He watched Jacob narrow his eyes and growl.

"Why should I? She loves me. What gives you the right to make a claim on her anyways?"

"Because she's my imprint!" He growled, shoving Jacob so hard that he slammed into a tree, breaking it. The world had frozen at his words and his heart lurched for the leech lover whom the wolf gods had chosen for him.

"Your…What?" Jacob demanded.

"She's…My imprint," he had fallen to his knees with the pain it caused him to finally admit the truth he'd been hiding for four months. His wolf started fucking dancing within him and he growled at it.

"Are you sure?" He met Sam's sympathetic eyes and he nodded.

"That…That day when she followed the leech," he had begun, his wolf wincing in disgust. "I saw her, she looked at me…Then it was like I wasn't really living until that moment. For four months, I've waited for her at the beach, watching her as she sat down and stared out at the Pacific. She'd always start crying and I wanted so badly to confront her. But, I knew she would never accept me, so I've stayed silent. I can't tell her," He'd ended, his heart throbbing in pain so sharp, it'd left him breathless.

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" Sam had asked and he'd nodded, knowing that what he really wanted would never want him.

Two Months Ago

She was depressed. He knew it. The whole pack knew it. It killed him to see her so sick and lonely. He'd started watching over her when she was asleep. She'd scream the whole night. She didn't understand why Jake hated her. She blamed Sam for what happened. He loved her more than anything. She would never be his. He had to tell her.

The redhead was still around. She wanted Bella. He'd wanted to bring her onto the rez, well more like his house, in order to protect her, but Sam had declared it an insane idea. He himself was going insane with worry. She still didn't know about the imprint, but he had a sinking feeling that she knew more than she was letting on. If only he could just talk to her, this whole thing would be easier to deal with.

He sighed, his tail switching back and forth as he watched her inspect a pebble from where she was perched on the log. How beautiful she looked, even when she was hurting so. He loved everything about her. But, he had to remember that it wasn't his decision about what to do…It was hers. And that scared him so much more than he could have ever imagined. So much more than he'd ever let on if he had anything to say about it.

You alright, dude? He looked over at Jake's wolf, cursing himself for not being more aware. He sighed and looked back over at Bella, the one girl he could never have, the one girl who he would never have. He gave her a last, longing look, not seeing the glare Jake gave her, and turned and ran. He didn't know his destination, and he kinda didn't care. He had a plan and it consisted of cheap liquor, cheap perfume, and a cheap motel room; anything to take away the pain. After all, she did hate him…

Present

It'd been eight months since the leech had left and his will was slowly giving out. He watched her more now, he lost sleep, and he let the redhead get past him. He was fucking up. He blamed the wolf gods for his rotten luck.

"Fuck just…Why her?" He asked Sam as they sat at Emily's table. Emily smiled sadly at him and patted his cheek before going to clean the bowls from making muffins. "Anyone but her…She's a leech lover, Sam!" He exclaimed, his inner wolf twitching in both disgust and longing. "Can't Old Quil do something to break the imprint? I don't want this…" Sam gave him a look.

"Yes you do," he responded and his brow furrowed. "I can see it in your eyes, your thoughts, even the way you talk. You want to be with her so bad it hurts. I know that it pains you to physically be away from her, but you're the one who doesn't want to tell her," Sam pointed out. He let out a groan and shook his head, standing up and feeling his body start to vibrate.

"I need…I just…I'm going for a run," he said, stripping and handing Sam his cutoffs and walking outside.

"You can't run forever!" Sam called after him and he shivered, his body exploding into a wolf naturally and seamlessly. He let out a howl and ran, his paws digging into the earth. He knew without asking where he was headed: the beach. She'd be there; he'd heard her truck almost an hour ago. When he found her, his heart stopped for a second and he phased human and found an extra pair of cutoffs where the boys always stashed them. Throwing them on, he followed her down the beach, desperate to talk to her. He heard her talking.

"Right, Bella," he heard her say, hopping up onto an old log. He saw it shake beneath her and she almost fell. "Whew, that was cl-…Argh!" She let out a surprised scream as the bark she had stepped on broke. He ran to her as he saw her begin to fall. He watched her eyes close and an almost…Hopeful expression cross her face. His arms wrapped around her, protecting her.

"Are you all right?" He asked and she opened her eyes, surprise trickling in them. How I love you, he thought as she started to blush.

"Th-Thanks," she mumbled and he nodded.

"You're Jake's friend, Bella?" He asks and she starts to nod but shakes her head.

"I used to be his friend. But, he decided to blow me off. Just like everyone else…" Her voice faded and grew morose as she mentioned Jacob. His wolf growled and he was overcome with the urge to touch her as she clenched her jaw and looked out at the ocean.

"Hey," he says softly, and his voice makes her look back at him. "If it's any consolation, I'd never blow you off…Well, see ya," he ended, not knowing what else to say. He walked away from her, feeling her gaze all the way down to his…Other assets. A shiver coursed through him and, when he was safe enough away, he phased and took off into the woods. He itched to go back to her and take her into his arms and never let go…But he knew it was impossible. He growled and sped up, not knowing the chaos he would return to…

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He returned just before nightfall, having gotten his mind together. He entered Sam and Emily's kitchen and stopped short. Sam was standing in a tense position, glaring at Jake and apparently giving him a lecture of sorts.

"What happened?" He asked, something sinking into the pit of his stomach. When no one answered him, and Black shot him a seething glance, he turned to Sam. "Sam…?"

He sighed. "Jacob…" He paused as if it was painful to say. His inner wolf tensed and twitched.

"What happened? Is she hurt? What the fuck did you do?" He yelled at Black, his body shuddering. Black stood up, shivering as well, and glared at him.

"Is it my fault that your…imprint," he spat the word as if it disgusted him, "is a fucking tease and is as stupid and stubborn as yourself? You two really do deserve each other," he sneered. His wolf growled and he stepped closer to Jacob.

"Step off, Black. We all know that you're just pissed because you can't have her!" He yelled at Jacob, noticing how he hit him in a sore spot. Everyone knew about how Jacob felt about the leech lover. Fuck, he really needed to stop calling her that, he thought to himself. He didn't notice the punch until it hit him square in the jaw. It had little effect and he let out a growl, shoving Jacob back.

"Enough!" They stopped at the alpha timbre that Sam possessed and looked at him. "Go to her," he said to him and he nodded, taking off outside and phasing. He ran harder than he'd ever run, desperate to make sure she was okay. He phased back as soon as he got to her house. All the lights were off except for the ones upstairs. He climbed the tree effortlessly, watching her through a slit in the curtains. She was in the shower.

His heart stopped when he saw the blood. He expected her to faint, and his wolf twitched in anxiety. But then she did the unthinkable: she cut herself on purpose. She let her head fall back against the tiles and he saw a look of peace on her pale face. His heart broke for her. He left her when she was in her bed, apparently sleeping.

When he got home to his own bed, he laid awake. He didn't know how to help her, no matter how much his heart longed to. He'd watched her for months, had watched her grow skinnier, paler, more like a zombie than anything else. It'd been 8 months and 13 days since he'd imprinted on her, since he'd fallen for her. Since he'd never wanted anything more…Or anyone for that matter. She didn't know it but she was his whole world. He knew she could never love him; her heart belonged to the leech. It probably always would. He didn't know for sure, but he was almost positive that that was the reason why he hadn't already told her.

He felt the first rays of dawn before he saw them, but then he did. And he felt something else: saddened determination. He bolted upright. It was her. He knew it. He also felt chilled. He could sense her. He phased, running towards the beach. Of course she'd be there.

When he got there, he followed her scent, phasing back when he saw her lantern and blanket on the sand, along with a bundle of fabric. He picked up a jacket and smelled it with shaking hands. It was hers. Writing in the sand caught his attention and he saw the words I LOVED YOU WAS I NOT GOOD ENOUGH? YOU WANTED ME TO BE HUMAN I'LL SHOW YOU. Most of it was washed away but he got the gist of the message. She was saying goodbye.

"Bella!" He called out, looking around frantically for her. Fear sank into the pit of his stomach as he gazed out at the sea. "Bella!" He called again, but he knew he wouldn't get an answer. The wind blew towards him and he caught her scent, his head turning towards the cliffs. The jacket fell out of his hands when he saw her walking towards the ledge. "Bella!" He screamed, taking off at a dead run towards her. He had to get to her, tell her, hold her, beg her. She had to know. As he got closer, he heard her screaming into the wind.

"You promised that it'd be like you never existed…You told me that I'd soon forget you…But did you really mean that soon you'd forget me?" Her voice grew thick with tears. "Because E-Edward, I can't forget you. You're all I am. You wanted me to be human!" She yelled into the sky. "You wanted me to experience life! To LIVE!" She spat the word with disgust. "Well, I'll show you just how human I can be! Will that make you love me? Huh, will it?" Her screams grew hoarse. "W-Watch me b-be human for y-you…" He got to her then and he watched her begin to take that final step.

"Don't do it," he begged and she jumped, turning to look at him. "Please," he continued.

"P-Paul?" She asked in an incredulous whisper. "What are you doing here?"

"To beg you to stay alive…For me," he answered her. Shock covered her face and then realization.

"You imprinted on me…Didn't you?" She asked, her voice betraying some of the hope they both desperately needed. He nodded sadly, letting his arms fall to his side and his head go downcast, tears pricking behind his eyes.

"I-I know I'm the wrong kind of monster, And that your heart will always be his," he spat sadly. "But just please," he looked back up at her, seeing that she'd come closer to him; "please don't give up. You don't have to love me, I wouldn't expect you to. Just stay alive…Please." She stepped closer to him and stroked his cheek. He shivered at her touch. She was so cold.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to him and she dropped her hand. When he opened his eyes, she had her back to the ledge, tears falling from her face.

"Bella…" he choked, stepping towards her. "Please. I-I'm supposed to be whatever you want me to be. Whether that's a friend, brother, whatever. I'm essentially yours to do with as you please. No imprint has ever taken their life before, for fear of what it would do to the one who imprinted. I can't let you hurt yourself. Please…" He didn't know what he'd do if she killed herself. For the first time in his life, he allowed himself to cry, to be vulnerable. "But if you can't bear to, than come with me and I'll ask Old Quil to break the imprint on us. And then you'll be able to kill yourself all you want," he said bitterly, hating how vulnerable she made him. He watched her grow paler than even possible and he hated to hurt her. But he had no other options. She'd told him everything he needed to know. She could never love him.

"N-No, please!" She whisper-cried, coming over to him. She hugged him around the waist and he stood there. "I'm sorry I can't love you. I'm sorry I can't give you what you want. But, I won't let you break this imprint."

"So you're going to be selfish and use it against me? Maybe Jake was right about you," he added, pushing her away from him, despite his wolf's protests. "Forgive me if I think that that's bullshit. Yes, it would kill me to break this, but right now, I have no choice," his voice cracked with emotion and she gave him a sad look.

"Paul, I-I…" He cut her off.

"It's fine," he answered. "Let's just get this over with…" He tried to pull her with him but she resisted. "Why do you insist on torturing me so?" He demanded, grabbing her face in his hands. "Do you have any idea how long I've had to sit by and watch you kill yourself over that dumbass leech? Do you?" He shook her gently, his heart breaking in his chest.

"No, but I know how long I've been coming to the beach, hardly knowing why. I felt there was a reason I came, so I kept coming. Turns out, the reason was you all along. You're a player and a heartbreaker. But I'll be damned if I let this get away from me. You drive me crazy," she whispered to him, reaching up to wrap her arms around him. "Don't give up on me, please. I need you…" She reached up to him and he couldn't help it: he kissed her.

At first she didn't respond, but then her lips moved against his and his wolf fucking danced within him. He kissed her more eagerly and she responded, digging her nails into his flesh. He pulled back after a few moments and kissed her once gently.

"I love you…" he whispered sadly. "God help me, I do." She stroked his face gently and he met her warm chocolate eyes.

"We'll work this out somehow," she answered. "I promise."

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