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Here is a somewhat nicer Paul, he can't be big and tough all the time, he has to have a tiny bit of kindness right? :D

I have to leave; I have to get away from these people. They are crazy. Insane. Completely out of their freaking minds. Wolves, wolves. Who the hell turns into wolves? Who the hell talks to wolves, Jacob, he talked to the wolf. Seth. No not Seth, a wolf. A wild wolf that for some reason liked humans, maybe he was a pet wolf. Either way these people had a few screws loose. I shivered as I hit yet another bend in the long road out of La Push; I had walked around so many bends now that I felt somewhat dizzy. It was raining, it had been since before I had left Sam's and every inch of me was soaked through. Even my shoes were soaking and squelched with each step I took. But even though I was freezing cold and wet, I didn't regret leaving. I couldn't stay there for another second.

The sound of tyres gliding over the wet road became louder behind me and I cowered into the tree line to hide from any splashes coming my way, puddles were covering the roads and a great big one had been splashed onto me earlier, I wasn't risking it again. I cuddled my arms around my stomach as I pushed on, the sound of the car came closer but it didn't pass, the gleams of headlights against the wet road and dark night approached me but they didn't fly passed. It was stopping, the car was stopping. I was going to get abducted. I cowered further against the shadow of the trees but it didn't make a difference, I saw the bonnet of a truck come into view beside me, I offered it a small glance but I stared straight ahead again. It was a dark truck, old and noisy. I was going to get killed by a guy in a truck, it was the sort of story you heard on the news all the time but this time it was going to be me, my picture flashing up on peoples screens as they ate breakfast. I could only hope Sam chose a decent picture, not my school photo from when I was 12 with toothpaste down my top and dodgy braids but some fairly decent selfie I had stored somewhere on my phone.

"Savannah" A gruff call rang out over the whipping of the rain and growls of the trucks engines, I stopped as I heard it, someone was calling my name from the truck. "Savannah"

It called again and I stole a look at the open window beside me, my heart falling even lower within my chest as I saw Paul leaning over toward the passenger seat of his truck, one arm hung loosely on the steering wheel while the other signalled for me. I didn't stop; I had no time for him just like I had no time for Sam's stupid stories. I kept walking and the truck rumbled to a slow drive beside me keeping up evenly with each step I took.

"Savannah can you please stop?" He called out but I didn't, I wouldn't stop for Paul on any normal day but today hadn't been a normal day. He was now Paul the asshole and Paul the guy who is apparently a werewolf. "Please, get in and we can talk" He tried again as his truck jerked forward uncomfortably, it obviously was struggling with his clutch control.

"Please go away" I mumbled as I cuddled myself tighter and blinked rain drops from my stinging eyes, I needed waterproof mascara this stuff was killing me.

"I'm not going anywhere so you may as well just get in" He sounded as if he were begging. I had half expected Sam or Emily to come after me, maybe even Jacob or even Quil but Paul? I had never imagined him to come chasing after me like some gallant saviour. "You could at least talk to me, if not me then come back and talk to Emily or Billy, just please get in" He was, he was actually pleading with me.

I didn't care though; I wasn't going back to that place. "Leave me alone, Paul" My voice quivered as my teeth chattered, the wind was joining the rain making it harder and colder. I didn't even have a jacket on; I had jeans and a top. I was going to catch pneumonia.

"I'm not leaving you out here alone Savannah, you can do this the easy way or the hard way, but either way will end up with you in this truck with me" He was serious as he spoke, his usually smug voice held only a seriousness to it.

I didn't stop, nor did I reply to him, I just kept going.

"Hard way it is then" He called out.

The screech halted to a sharp stop, he had slammed his breaks on and in seconds was storming toward him. "I knew you would be trouble"

"I am not trouble, you guys are all crazy as shit" I tried to yell but I was so cold it came out as a whimper. Paul nodded and gave me a swift grin before rounding on me again as if he was about to pick me up, I backed further off from him. I wasn't a rag doll he could drag wherever it suited him.

"I guess we are but then again you're the one out walking in the rain with no jacket, I would say you are just as crazy" He looked down at me his earlier grin back on his face, he had a point but I was nowhere near as insane as them. Not even close. He was not 'cute-ing' his way out of this and I was not getting in his truck.

"Is there a reason you are here?" I snapped and shivered as more rain hit my bare arms, Paul was in shorts and a t-shirt, he was wet but he wasn't shivering.

"To come get you before you get lost or get sick"

"Do you even care?" I managed to raise my voice a little this time but before he could answer another thing hit me. "Oh let me guess, Sam sent you because he's too busy turning into a freaking werewolf or has it changed to something else now? Like maybe he turns into a dinosaur" The sarcasm leaked through as I spoke and Paul's eyebrows shot up in surprise and amusement.

"Ok then, I guess you're still upset about that"

"Upset? No I'm not upset, I'm pissed. I just want to get home, so if you don't mind" I walked around him but his hand caught out pulling at my arm until I was facing the other direction.

"Unless you come from the Makah tribe you aren't going anywhere close to home, Chicago is that way" He pointed to the direction I had just walked from and I felt myself blush. I wasn't the best with directions, but he didn't need to be so sarcastic about it a simple point would have sufficed.

"Thanks" I grumbled as I began walking, I didn't get far before he was bouncing back in front of me. "Why tell me which way to go if you aren't going to let me go there?" I snapped again. He was grating on my last nerve now.

"I'm not here because Sam sent me, he actually told me not to come looking for you but the other guys are all that side of La Push and in Forks, I remember how bad your are at directing yourself so I took a guess and my guess was right"

"Well done you clever boy, now let me pass" I went to move but he blocked me again.

"Please can you just get into the car? This isn't as bad as it seems, Sam just explained it wrong" He went on again and I let out a long groan.

"So you stand by his story that you all turn into werewolves?" He nodded and I rolled my eyes noticing the moon high above us. "It's a full moon; shouldn't you be off howling at it and spreading terror in the little hearts of children or something?"

He laughed. He threw his head back and laughed. Asshole.

"Ok ok, so Sam really screwed this up" He chuckled more before sobering himself and wiping raindrops from his forehead, he was so beautiful. I shook myself off, not wanting to linger too long on his looks.

"First off, we aren't werewolves we are shape shifters that take the shape of a wolf, the moon doesn't change us and we weren't bitten, silver bullets don't kill us and we don't travel around biting children to make more little pack members. It's in our blood, our ancestors. We don't hurt people we protect them and we try not to howl at night time, scares the kids and all that stuff" He listed it all off and shrugged at me as if I were supposed to just accept that. These people were just insane.

"You are all crazy" I groaned and rubbed my own soaking wet head, my hair was sticking to me. I probably looked awful but in this moment I didn't care.

"Are we? Because you weren't saying that when you asked Kim questions, or Emily and Sam, you weren't thinking we were crazy when you snuck down and read that book or went to find the clearing. You came looking for the truth Savannah, not our fault you don't like it so stop throwing a tantrum and come back with me, at least let Sam explain it properly to you, he's going crazy trying to find you" He had raised his voice, he wasn't shouting at me but he was getting annoyed and the annoyed tone in his already hard voice made me cower away from him. He saw me though and he dropped his risen shoulders before reaching for me. "Look, just come back with me and let Sam explain it better?"

I shook my head not fully able to respond to nice Paul, I wasn't used to nice Paul, it caught me off guard but I still felt adamant I would not go back there.

"Then where are you going?"

"Home" I whispered back, I had had enough of this place now.

"So you're going to walk to Chicago? Because I'm guessing you didn't bring any money with you or any clothes, you can't get a flight without money and you won't make it far without fresh clothes"

"I'll find a way but I am not going back to that house, I don't want to be near him or them" I sounded like a scared child, I half expected Paul to give up and leave and as he turned around and sighed to himself I thought he would but after a few seconds of facing away from me he turned back, his body sagging in a sort of defeat.

"Fine, fine, I won't take you to Sam's but you are coming back to La Push for tonight. It's cold and a storm is coming in, you won't make it two miles in this" He paused and eyed me up as if making his final decision, if I didn't go to Sam's there wasn't many other places I could go except a motel and I hadn't seen one of those. "You can stay with me. But only for tonight, if you still want to go to Chicago tomorrow I'll get your things and drive you to the airport myself or at least get you a taxi but you cannot walk there"

My stomach dropped sharply as he said it, stay with him? As in with him? With him at his house? In his house with him? He hated me. Why would he do that? I wasn't his biggest fan either, I couldn't stay with him. Why was he acting like he cared suddenly? He had serious mood problems, one minute he was nice, the next he was mean and now when I needed him to give me the final push out of this place he was dragging me back. As I said nothing he walked forward pushing me lightly toward his truck but I stopped at the door and looked up at his dripping wet face.

"Why are you doing this? You don't like me surely you want me to leave?" I shivered again as I waited for his reply.

"Sam's my best friend; if you got hurt on your stupid quest to walk to Chicago he would be really hurt. I'm not doing this for you and I'm not doing this for me, I'm doing it for Sam." He didn't look at me as I said it he just turned and walked to his door. I climbed into the cold truck a numb feeling hitting my shivering and stinging body. I guess that wasn't the worst thing he could have said. He obviously didn't care if I left he just didn't want Sam to think I was dead on the side of a road.

He said nothing more as he drove back down the road I had just walked up, it took him ten minutes to reach the roads of La Push but it had taken me two hours to walk it. I concentrated on his windscreen wipers, beating back and forth so fast I couldn't keep up as the rain pelted down. We finally stopped, pulling up to a row of houses. Small houses with long front yards, different coloured fences surrounding them. He lived here, it looked nice and normal. We stopped directly outside a dimly lit house, only the porch light shone out into the dark night.

"You coming?" Paul asked awkwardly as he climbed out, I followed suit and walked slowly behind him as he strode down the thin path toward the house. It was clean, pristine. The porch held a swinging chair and potted plants in the windows, as he opened the front door a smell so warm and homely hit me that I practically fell in.

He obviously lived with his parents, this house was too family orientated and big to be just his. Pictures were placed strategically on the hallway walls and a table holding the phone and an address book lay directly by the front door. It was warm in here but I was still freezing and my coldness was only made worse by the warmth, my skin was stinging and bright red, my hair still stuck to me and my top had gone see through.

Paul turned to look at me as he reached the foot of the straight staircase, his eyes dropped for a second to my torso where he could easily see my red bra underneath my white top but as soon as he saw he dropped his glance completely and stared at the floor. The atmosphere between us only became tenser and I started fiddling with my cold fingers. Maybe I should have gone to Sam's. No, that would have been worse.

"You can have a shower if you like, or dry off. I'll dig out some clothes for you and put them ones in the dryer" He was awkward and stiff as he spoke and before I could reply he turned and began running up the stairs, I guess he wanted me to follow and so I did. He started shutting random doors as he passed them, leading me to the door at the very end before turning to me.

"This is my room; I'll lay some things on the bed for you. The bathroom is in there so just help yourself to whatever and come down when you're done" He didn't meet my eyes as he spoke but instead pointed to two doors before squeezing past me and running back downstairs. I stared after him until I could no longer see him and walked into the bathroom, it was clean and decorated perfectly. Neutral colours with a separate bath and shower cubicle, it was a nice size, bigger than I had ever had. On the counter beside the sink lay a vase with a fake beige flower sticking out. The towels were folded nicely on a rack and the shampoo, soaps and other toiletries were lined up neatly beside the sink. He definitely lived with his parents; I hated meeting parents especially when I wasn't even friends with Paul. What if they were mean like him?

I had no choice now, I was stuck here. I stripped off and stepped into the shower turning it on as warm as it would go until my skin was screaming in red stings as it shocked itself to normal temperature. My hair no longer stunk of damp rain but of male shampoo, I smelled like a guy but I hadn't been able to find anything fruity or girl-like. Once clean and remotely dry I wrapped myself in a huge towel and darted across the dark hallway to the room he said was his, it wasn't as tidy as the rest of the house. Items of clothing were in piles on the floor and the bed was ruffled but it wasn't filthy, it was lived in. It was painted a dark blue colour, nothing special and nothing lingered on the walls. I found the pile of clean clothes on the bed, not that it was much it was a males black tank top and some joggers. Both far too big for me but I tied the top at my hip so it wasn't a dress and I folded the joggers over until they hung right on me.

I tied my damp hair up in a bun and tip toed out of the room, I could hear a muffled voice as I reached the stairs. He was talking. As I continued down each step his voice got louder until it drifted from the open door he was behind, I lingered at the bottom step just listening as his shadow fell across the doorway and vanished again, he was walking around.

"No, it's fine, she's fine here for the night" He was trying to whisper but failed, his voice was too loud. "No no don't come here, she just needs time to think" My heart stopped, who was coming here? Not one of them. "Sam I can handle not being an asshole for one night"

Paul argued back and my whole body swayed. Sam. He knew I was here, he would come. I wasn't ready to see him.

"Well maybe you should have thought about that before you told her the way you did" Paul paused before groaning. "I'm not trying to argue, I only rang to say she's safe and you can stop looking. I'll speak to you in the morning she's down here, yes, ok I'll try and be nice. No I won't do anything like that, why would I do that? Whatever, yes ok Sam. Bye"

I jumped back from my leaning position as the door opened and Paul walked out, his face no longer holding a smile or ease it had done earlier. He had dried off but shed his top, he was topless. I had to fight to keep my eyes on his face, he was an attractive man facially but his body was even better. He looked uncomfortable; he probably regretted asking me to come. After all, he didn't like me.

I watched as he looked me up and down, his throat bobbing as he took a huge gulp and looked away again; it was like I repulsed him or something. Probably because I was in his clothes. My heart was sinking lower and lower as I stood in front of him, I felt like I was naked.

"I'll take those and put them in the dryer" He held his hand out signalling for the wet ones in mine and I handed them over, I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't want to just walk back upstairs so I just lingered. "Do you want some tea or something?" He turned back to me and asked as if just remembering something he had been told to do.

"Water is fine, please"

He nodded before signalling to a door behind me. "You can go in there, I'll bring your drink in" With that he turned and walked back into what I guess was the kitchen. I looked at the open door, there was a sofa. I walked quietly in half expecting to see his parents sat staring at me but it was empty, two sofa's, a coffee table and a TV filled the small room. A fireplace was on the wall opposite the sofa and I walked straight for it, it was brick and old, I loved old fireplaces. My hand ran over the bricks as my eyes scanned the picture frames sat on top. There were quite a lot of pictures, family ones. There was a wedding picture of a beautiful native woman and a tall man who looked a lot like Paul; they were smiling widely at the camera holding glasses of champagne. Next to it was the same woman in a hospital bed cradling a small baby with a balloon beside her reading 'It's a boy', after that it was like a time line, the boy getting older and another hospital picture with another baby, this time a girl. The boy and girl together in paddling pools and at the beach, then there was a picture of the girl in graduation clothes, Paul was beside her. He looked slightly younger than he did now but he was still huge, he had a grin on his face, he looked really happy. The last picture was the woman from the first; she was older now but still beautiful. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, pinches of grey lay here and there but she was happy, her eyes were kind and her body was small. She was smiling at the camera holding a dog in her lap, a puppy. There was something about the woman, she felt so familiar to me. Something about her reminded me of someone.

"My mom" I jumped backwards as the voice suddenly spoke, my hand dropping from the position it held on the glass and I turned to see Paul directly beside me. His eyes not on me but the picture. She reminded me of him, they had the same eyes. I looked back at the photo and then at him, a small smile offering from my lips.

"She's beautiful" I spoke the truth, she was. She had the most amazing shade of grey in the centre of her eyes, like Paul.

"She was"

My heart dropped to my feet as he spoke, all heat the shower had stirred in me faded and I felt sick. She was dead. I was such an ass. Not that I should have known but I shouldn't be staring at his pictures.

"I'm sorry I didn't know" I turned to face him and he glanced down, taking me in before shrugging.

"Why should you. It's fine, it was ages ago" He shook his head now before offering me the glass of water and walking toward the large sofa behind where I stood. My eyes glided back over the pictures, how happy they all looked.

I took note of the TV as I sat myself down on the other sofa to Paul, he wasn't paying attention to me but at the TV and with good reason. Family Guy was on, I loved this show. I loved this episode.

"You can turn it over if you want, I'm not fussed on what I watch" Paul held the controller up for me but I shook my head.

"I'm fine with this"

"You watch Family Guy?" He sounded surprised, I nodded. "Aren't you a little young?"

This I couldn't ignore, I rolled my head so I was looking at him as the annoyance built up within me. I couldn't argue with the guy, I was in his house. "Despite what you may think, I am not a child" He held up one hand as if in surrender and I turned back to the screen sipping on my water.

"So you want to watch this?" He asked again as if not believing me the first time.

"Honestly, this is fine. Kyle makes me watch it all the time back home, he loves it" As soon as I spoke it was like I had said something offensive, Paul's body went stiff and he simply gave a curt nod before flicking the channel over to wrestling. I hated wrestling. Why had he done that?

I stayed silent for a while, the tension was building with each second and I could tell Paul didn't want to be in here. I didn't. It had been awkward to begin with but this was unbearable.

"So you spoke to Sam?" I clutched at any conversation I could and Paul nodded at me, his eyes not trailing from the screen.

"I can't believe he told you like that" He spoke up after a few minutes of nothing, I had to agree. Sam had sort of explained it a little rushed. "Pushing Seth at you was too soon, he's normally better with things like that" Paul waved his hand and glanced quickly at me.

I nodded along not wanting to concentrate too hard on the fact Seth was the wolf, if it was even true. I guess it was, it had to be otherwise it was one hell of a prank.

"I guess I asked for it though" I shrugged and he nodded back, this was so awkward. "You were trying to scare me" The words came out wrong and Paul looked back at me with a frown. "About it being wolf territory, you were trying to scare me"

A smirk pressed along his lips and he shrugged again. "Maybe, but I was right wasn't I? It is wolf territory"

"I guess, but why didn't you just tell me then? I was asking questions"

He shook his head and his smirk fell. "It's not my place to tell you, you're Sam's sister, you aren't anything to" He stopped but he didn't need to. He was going to say 'me'. I'm not anything to him. I shouldn't feel as crap as I did, I felt like my favourite things had been snatched away, I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff waiting to fall. I didn't even know this guy yet I felt like I wanted him to like me.

I said nothing back I simply curled myself further down against the soft couch and tried focusing on the screen. It felt like I had been awake for days, I was exhausted and as I yawned I realised just how tired I really was.

"You should get some sleep, it's been a long day" Paul cocked his head so he could see me and I nodded, I did need sleep. He didn't say anything else and so I stayed where I was sat, where was I supposed to sleep? I looked at the sofa I was on then the one he was on and he shook his head. "I'll show you"

He heaved his big body from the sofa with a tired groan and walked toward the stairs, silence taking the house as I followed him cautiously, I expected to turn up the hallway toward his room but instead he walked to one of the shut doors and pushed it open. The light he flicked on showing pale pink walls with white furniture and a big white metal double bed with a pink flower pattern duvet. There was a big wooden dressing table and mirror ladled with old bits and pieces like jewellery boxes and hair bands, picture frames were placed here and there but only a few of them held pictures. Above the bed was a huge poster of Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow and around it lay smaller posters and magazine clippings of various male celebrities like Justin Timberlake and sport stars I had never seen but were clad in sport gear. It was a girls room. His sister maybe.

"It's my sister's room, there are spare blankets in her wardrobe" Paul signalled toward it and pushed past me to the door.

"Will she not mind?" I didn't feel comfortable in here, what if she came back and found me asleep in her bed. He couldn't just give up her room.

Paul didn't look at me he simply kept walking but his voice was sad as he replied. "She doesn't live here"

With that he was gone, his shadow running back down the stairs opposite the door until nothing was left but the distant sound of the TV. His mom was dead and his sister gone, just him and his father then? It was strange because the house was so tidy it felt like a female lived here. I guess not.

Climbing into the cold bed I felt alone, more alone than I ever had before. I wanted to leave this place yet here I was, being kept here by the one person I thought would love to see me leave. I felt alone and scared, scared of the truth I had been desperate to find. This whole situation was stupid, the quicker I could leave the better, get back to my life, my reality and forget this mess.