Author's Note: She is unusual. Just so you know ;)

ALISON ANDERSON

The next thing I felt were warm hands on my forehead. I pushed my eyelids open, at last, to see that I was -somehow- in Uncle Embry's house (I only knew that because he, and Mary, were there). Nervously, I searched around me for Weirdo (a.k.a Colby) but found no trace of him. If I wasn't where I was, I would probably say it was a bad dream.

A very bad dream.

"What happened?" I asked. Uncle Embry and Mary exchanged a meaningful look that I didn't miss before they answered me.

"Colby dropped you here, remember?"

The last thing I remembered was being scared - afraid that the person driving that Ferrari was going to kidnap me, and then there was the voice in my head, and then everything was hazy. "Actually, no. Not the dropping part."

"Well," Mary said, fidgeting beside me on the comfy couch. "He's Embry's, er, cousin, and he was-"

"I know who he is," - at least now I was sure - "But the last thing I remember was - was-"

I couldn't get it out of my mouth; Mary would call me crazy, Embry would think I was delusional, and I wasn't sure if I was. After all, according to my mother, 'my imagination was too wide for my own good'. They would send me back to her, or worse: get him here to tell him what I thought he did. Suddenly, for some reason, I felt like I wanted to disappear. For good.

"Never mind," I breathed, looking down at my hands.

A moment of awkward silence framed the atmosphere, choking me, at least. "So I guess Embry told you the good news."

I smiled politely at her. "Yeah; you're having a baby. Congrats."

She just grinned from ear to ear, genuinely happy. For one, very selfish, very guilt-intriguing moment, I envied her. I envied how she could just decide her life, control it and be happy when she wanted to. Even though I knew it was practically impossible at the moment or even within the next few years, at least. I sighed.

For the next couple of hours, the house went from super empty to super crowded. People of different sizes, colors, styles - people that didn't match together came to celebrate with the Calls. I congratulated Mary one more time and managed to pull a pillow from the stock of moving people to sit in the farthest corner of the room, nibbling on a cupcake a woman (with some serious scars - but I did as Embry said and didn't stare) had made, counting the minutes left until my uncle (Mary's father) would take me home.

Today was officially a weird day; I couldn't stop thinking about Weirdo. You know, for a second there, I did believe that he wasn't going to hurt me, but, hey: all the circumstances were against him. I couldn't act stupid and trust him twice in one day; then I'd be sure that I lost some serious IQ points. During this second, I wanted to forget about who I was, why I was there, and where I was heading; I just needed to press pause for one time in my life.

That's the kind of speech Mom was going to -eventually- send me to some kind of a hospital for crazy people because of.

"Allie?"

My stomach clenched painfully at Weirdo's voice, my eyes shutting for a long moment. "What do you want?" I snapped.

He knelt down beside me. "I'm sorry for today," he said, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"If by scaring me you mean making me think I was kidnapped then freaking the hell out of me, then apology not accepted."

"I can explain," he promised, "Just let me-"

"Please leave me alone," I said, "I have enough to deal with already."

He gave me that look. The look everyone gave me when I said something honestly or spoke my thoughts, telling me I wasn't mentally healthy - that I was either trying to act like a grown up when I was merely twelve, or that I was crazy. Just crazy. I had to look away, down at my hands. He had just ruined his chances of making me respond to him like a normal person would have. But, again, I was everything but normal.

"And exactly what do you have to deal with?"

I huffed irritably, standing up when he caught my arm, his temperature making me jump. "Leave me-"

"What's your problem?"

"My problem?" I asked, "I'm not the one with a stalking issue. I don't know you, so stay away from me!"

I watched him release my arm slowly, taking a step back. "I'm sorry, Allie."

"My name is Alison," I said, "And I-"

"What's going on here?" Uncle William asked, pulling on his old 'officer' mode.

"Nothing," I replied, "Can you please take me home now?"

He nodded, pulling me gently by my hand outside. I didn't even bother to say goodbye to Mary or anyone else of this crowd. All I wanted to do was go back home and forget today ever happened.

If only it was that easy.

COLBY BLACK

The next day, I sat next to Sarah on the couch, none of us bothering to speak; she usually didn't these days and I just didn't feel like talking. I leaned back, wishing I could sleep for a peaceful moment before anyone interrupted. I'd wish to see Alison again today, but I knew I wasn't that lucky. I just wanted her to accept me. Instead, I freaked her out every time I saw her. I could understand where she was coming from, but I wanted to let her know that I would never scare her intentionally, let alone hurt her. Every time I saw her face, I just wanted to sit and talk to her, be her friend, protect her. I wanted to know what she 'had to deal with'. I believed that we, wolves, imprint on specific people at specific moments for a reason.

Dad imprinted on Mom that instant because, otherwise, if he hadn't lock eyes with her, he would've killed her. When Embry imprinted on Mary he got her out of her problem with her ex, when Sam imprinted on Emily it was to stop whatever that was going on between him and Leah, when Paul imprinted on Rachel it was to make her finally stay here in La Push, and when Sarah imprinted on Randy it was to get her out of the consequences of her break and break-up, both physically and emotionally.

It was either I had a role I was destined to fill, or fate must've made a huge mistake.

"Spill," my mother said, sitting on the table in front of us. Sarah looked at the two of us confusingly, before deciding to drop it all together.

"I imprinted yesterday." Both women stared at me, their eyes screaming Why Am I Only Aware Of This Now? "On a little girl that hates my guts."

"Join the club," Sarah mumbled, giving me a quick pat on my shoulder before sprinting to her room.

"What did you do?" Mom asked, tilting her head sideways. I didn't bother telling her what happened; I just projected the whole day into her head, watching her take it all in. "Colby Thomas, you practically - how could you do that? She's just a little kid, you know."

I rolled my eyes. "You think I don't know I messed up? She's afraid of me now."

Wait until she knows what I really am.

"Honey-"

"Is there any reason I should be worried about future restraining orders, Colby Thomas Black?" Dad grunted as he entered the house, throwing Mom a quick Hello.

"What?"

"Embry told me about yesterday," he said, throwing himself beside me on the couch. "Think you should've been a little bit smoother?"

Apparently, this was something they were going to hold against me. Forever. I just hoped Allie would be there to hold it against me, too, and that wasn't going to happen if I didn't start working for it.

ALISON ANDERSON

I decided that maybe, just maybe, I could make this a Stupid Week, instead of only one Stupid Day. Ever since yesterday, his memory wouldn't escape my mind. Maybe I could trust him, for only a couple of hours then I would decide if he was worth it or not, 'it' being my curiosity. I couldn't help it; his voice in my head just made me wonder; was he really a mythical creature?

Or was I hallucinating?

Sure, he could have the power to project speech to people's minds - possibly. And he could be stronger than an average person, but he still could have been some guy who was on steroids or went to the gym way too much, with a simple 'sense'. We all heard of people who could read minds, or bend spoons, didn't we? Maybe he was just one of them. He could be all he told me he was, well, excluding the werewolf and vampire parts. Sure, I loved reading fantasy novels, and I adored vampires and werewolves the most - more than fallen angels, or zombies, or ghosts combined, but I was a tad more realistic than that; I knew they didn't exist in real life.

So, to celebrate the traditions of another typical Stupid Day, I asked Dad to drive me to La Push - as if I would spend time with Mary and Embry or something. And, here I was, waving my father goodbye, and turning to knock on Mary's door.

"Looking for someone?"

Damn, he really was a stalker.

I thought for a moment whether or not I would continue 'celebrating' before I nodded. "I was looking for you, actually."

One corner of his lips spread to a half-smile - almost crooked. "Yeah? I thought I scared you off pretty well last night."

I rolled my eyes. "I just need to ask you something," I said, walking towards him as he leaned on a tree. I decided to stop walking after a few steps; one more and I'd have to look up to see his face.

"Go ahead: ask me anything, Alison."

I bit my bottom lip. "I wasn't hallucinating yesterday, was I?"

He frowned, pausing without a sound. I sighed and closed my eyes, preparing myself for the crazy speech once again.

"No, you weren't."

My eyes shot open, staring at his wary face, scanning it for any sign of lying - of trying to trick me into telling him what I thought were the 'hallucinations', but I found none. "So you talked to me...mentally? How?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "If I told you I would tell you later, would you trust me on it?"

I gritted my teeth together. "What's wrong with now?"

He knelt in front of me, keeping us in the same eye-level. "If I told you right now you'll get scared."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Try me."

Since I was sure I was practicing my Stupid Day with nailed perfection, I was still just the slightest bit excited about knowing the secret behind the voice I heard in my head yesterday. I wanted to know if he was part of some secret group of superpower-heroes. Okay, maybe not that much. But I wanted to know - why me?

In every story I've read or watched, no one with any kind of powers shared them with just some random person he met in the supermarket; said person had to be special - or beneficial to said hero, and I was neither. I eyed him, trying to match him with Super Man or Spider Man even, but he just looked big. He didn't fit the description that said that all heroes should be so kind to other people (if that was his attempt at kindness, he needed some lessons), he wasn't discreet about his ability, and, most importantly: heroes didn't stalk people just because they felt like it.

"It's a long way there," he repeated for the millionth time.

"I'm not riding on your back!"

"I told you I can-"

"And you won't carry me, either. God, just shut up."

I didn't bother to ask him where he was taking me; for one, I wanted to know, and it was Stupid Day anyway, and, for two, if he wanted to kidnap me or even kill me, he could have done that when I was out cold yesterday. He had the perfect chance to do whatever he wanted. The thought made me shiver in fear.

He watched me, shaking his head. "I swear you need therapy."

I stopped in my place. "Fine!" I said, "I'm messed up, and crazy and freakin' delusional - just tell me the catch line and let me go home!"

He blinked. "I didn't mean-"

"This was a bad idea to start with," I muttered, turning on my heels, walking the opposite direction.

"You know what, Allie? Come here!" he said and grabbed me, sprinting deep in the woods. For a few seconds, words were knocked out of me, until I finally placed my lungs and screamed them off only to have him put a hand on my mouth, hushing me. I panted, knowing it was no use to try to wriggle free, unwilling to close my eyes, afraid my tears might fall down. He let go of my mouth and I sobbed, for the second time in two days (which was a record for me).

"I'm sorry!" I whined.

I won't hurt you, Alison. Please, please calm down.

It only made me cry harder.

His hand ran over my back, his pace slowing down noticeably. "Allie, hear me for a sec, will you?" I didn't move "I'm going to take you home, to my house, I mean, where everything can be explained properly." -He set me down on my feet, which really weren't supporting me right now- "Are you okay with this? I can take you back to Embry's - or your house, if you want."

My blood's favorite hangout probably wasn't my face anymore, or so it felt. "Just tell me what I want to know and please let me go home," I plead, "I'm begging you, Colby. Please."

He grimaced, patting my hair gently, telling me it was okay, and that I should just sit down. He took off his jacket and laid it on the damp grass for me. "Are you sure you're ready?"

I spoke my thoughts. "I just want to get it over with."

It was no surprise that my Stupid Day was one of the stupidest ever, because the next thing I knew Colby was doing a back-flip and landed on fours, a 'horse-sized' golden wolf replacing his former presence. I gasped, covering my mouth, my eyes never leaving the sight.

Colby - Weirdo - Madman: he was a werewolf.

And I was there to witness.

COLBY BLACK

It was more of a 'is-there-any-worse' reaction to her behavior. Of all people, I imprinted on a mini, more girl-y version of Paul. Don't get me wrong, I liked Allie; she was unique, but her 'unique' personality was making this worse on me than anyone else. I could've lied to her, I could've told her that I had no idea what her hallucinations might be. But, years later, she was bound to find out, and then she would hate me for lying to her. Besides, I would bet my soul the girl couldn't go a whole week without bringing up the subject of vampires or werewolves, and then I would be lying every single moment I tell her they weren't true and that the powers and abilities I was talking about were all my wild imagination. The day would come when she would find out the truth, and I wanted that day to be as soon as possible.

Miss Mini Paul kept calculating what she had just seen in her mind, and I crouched in front of her, waiting for any reaction. I wondered when her screaming would begin.

Did you just call her a mini version of me? - Paul thought, wandering around the borders in his usual Monday patrol.

I swear she can pull off your mood better than you - I said - Look at her, as calm as if she has just seen a rabbit pass by.

She's probably gonna get into shock or something - what were you thinking, showing her this now?

Shut up, Paul.

He sighed mentally. Clothes?

Please.

She kept fiddling with the grass beneath the jacket she was sitting on, not speaking for a long while, before she snapped her eyes to meet mine and demanded to get out of here. "That's it? I just showed you I'm a werewolf and you don't have anything to say?"

Frankly, I was far more worried about her sanity right now to care if she was afraid of me or not. She shook her head. "No."

"At all?"

I still couldn't believe it. When I turned into a werewolf I showered everyone with questions, and so did Sarah when she found out about me. Something must be going on in her head. "Well, I like your color," she swallowed, "But, yeah, I do have a question."

Finally something sane comes out of her mouth.

"Shoot."

She took a deep breath, going back to her fiddling. "Why me? Why show me this?"

Because you're special, because you're my soul mate, my imprint - but I still wonder why you.

"I have no idea," I told her, "I'm still trying to figure it out."

She stayed silent, licking her lips. "Where's the way out?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm going to-"

"I want to go alone," she snapped, then added a, "please?"

I rolled my eyes. "Focus real hard here-" I pointed towards the direction of Embry's house "-Can you see that mailbox?"

"Yeah, yeah," she said quickly, and I knew she was lying; I had to focus to see it. "Yeah. Bye." She stood up, fixing her light t-shirt and headed towards where I pointed. "Do not follow me!" she yelled, raising a hand and running with all she had of power.

I sighed again (something that I'd been doing far too many times) and quietly followed her, taking my time as I did; out of all the insane decisions I had taken today, leaving her alone in the woods would probably be the worst of all. She wasn't aware of my presence, even though she did glance behind her every now and then. Luckily for both of us, she made it out of the woods with no trouble at all, and I watched her knock on Embry's door.

"Hi, Mary," she said after a while.

"Allie," Mary acknowledged, popping her head to see if someone was with her. "Did you come here alone?"

"No," she answered, pointing towards me with a glare, "Weirdo over there followed me. And he thought I didn't know. You suck for a werewolf!"

Author's Note: This chapter's about double the last one (about 4,000 words) and a load more difficult. I know, some of you want her to accept it already, but it really isn't that easy for her :)

Oh, and chapter three is almost done, I might update it tomorrow if I get some reviews :)))

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