Author's Note: First of all, thank you for understanding the thing with the rating :) Secondly, I just wanted to tell you that I changed something: in Endless Summer, the Cullens don't visit until Randy imprints, but this time, they visited a little bit early. Sorry, I forgot. That's the downside of writing series of stories, especially parallel ones: you have to stay true to the time-line, which I didn't. So, sorry.

I also apologize for the very long delay, but I've been having a lot of homework, my grandmother passed away last week ( :( ) and life has been hectic in general, plus a minor block. Let's just say it was one awesome week *sarcasm, you know?*

F-word warning. Used once in this chapter.

Oh, and to read the imprinting from Randy's and Sarah's POV's, read Endless Summer [available on my profile]. It might help you fill in the gaps. And, even though some of you might be biased by Colby's POV, Randy isn't really a bad kid - he's just so totally misunderstood :)

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COLBY BLACK

I wished werewolves could get drunk.

Of course, we could, but I would need an average of thirty bottles (calculation courtesy of Carlisle) to get anywhere near it, and an average of fifteen minutes of drunken status afterward. I wanted to put everything aside for a few moments, I wanted to forget the last 24 hours completely - erase them from my memory.

Being with Alison would've had the same effect on the problems part of my brain, if she wasn't so upset herself.

"So here's the deal," she said, taking a bite of her sandwich, "I might move away."

My hand stopped mid-way to my third sandwich, and the wind on top of the cliffs seemed to do the same. "Move?"

She nodded. "That's, uh," she swallowed, breaking eye contact, "What was bothering me last night."

I stared at her. "Move?" I repeated, like my brain - though able to process moves of vampires in their fastest speed - was unable to process the idea.

Move? She was going to move?

I thought if I was fast enough, I could drink up to fifty bottles in five minutes and get drunk for a little more than fifteen minutes, just a little more.

She didn't even glance my way. "Mom's moving."

"You can't move away."

She turned to look at me, and then I could see the sparkle hints of tears appeared in her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"I m-mean," I stuttered, shaking my head, "You sh-shouldn't - I - you know you can't just move away!"

I wasn't shaking, I wasn't angry, I wasn't even anywhere near it; I was just completely, and hopelessly, desperate.

"Because of the imprinting thing?" she asked, cutting eye contact again, "I won't be that far; it's just Port Angeles."

I heaved a sigh, closing my eyes. "You're gonna be the death of me, Allie."

She chuckled. "You take things too seriously."

"You make things sound too serious."

She shrugged. "Sorry, then."

"You didn't tell me, though," I said, opening my eyes, "Why might you move?" She stayed silent, bringing her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them. I rubbed her back soothingly. "You can tell me."

She vibrated gently. "I know."

"Allie..."

"My parents - they're getting a divorce," she said, "They told me I could choose who I live with." She turned to me, her eyes wide, a tear rolling down her cheek, "Can you believe them? They made me choose!"

Without thinking, I pulled her into a hug. "Shh..."

"And," she breathed on my shoulder, "I want to stay - but then he hates me and I can't - I can't stay with someone who-"

I patted her back, her pain making its way through me. "It's okay, everything's gonna be fine."

"No!"

I stayed silent.

"I wish I can disappear."

"Oh, sweetie..."

My grip tightened around her. This was a slow day for my head; things couldn't be digested easily, maybe because they were so, unbelievably horrible. I wouldn't have described this as 'unbelievably horrible' any other day (seriously; two of my ex-girlfriends moved away and it was okay), but to think someone so little suffered so much hurt me, and I knew exactly how much she was hurt, and it hurt twice as hard knowing that.

A moment later, she pulled away. "Stop making me tell you," she muttered.

I gave her the best smile I could muster, and it wasn't even a good one. "Ain't gonna happen."

"You know," she said, "I was right."

I frowned. "About what?"

"You are better than cable."

With Allie finally back home, I needed another way to tune the current events down. I loathed how I couldn't control my emotions any more. Maybe I did need a vacation away from everything, from everyone. I needed to sort things out a bit so I could continue. Sometimes I wanted to go back to my father and tell him I couldn't be what he wanted me to be; being responsible of a whole pack of werewolves, a sister and an imprint with problems and being mentally stable just did not match in any possible way. The old man was still in an excellent shape, he could take charge of the pack whenever he wanted, and this was the first time I was seriously considering it.

Running - running was powerful. It came in third place after Allie then alcohol-slash-drugs in the tuning out policy, and it was even better as an animal, when everything was processed simply.

At 3:45 p.m, nobody was on patrol; this was the time when the younger ones studied, and the older ones ate and just stayed at home. I, on the other hand, was neither; I finished high school (and never got the chance to go to college like I wanted. Talk about unfair) and, thankfully, wasn't married or even engaged. I just had this bond with a 12-year-old that insisted to jumble my life a tad more every day. But it was relaxing not having to hear voices and thoughts in my head.

It was that sweet until my sister phased.

I can't do it. It just...doesn't feel right.

What can't you do? I asked.

Instinctively, she answered. I can't be his girlfriend now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whose what?

I could see she wasn't in control of her thoughts. I just saw Randy and he imprinted on me. How come you didn't tell me he phased? Why?

I stopped mid-track, breath knocked out of me. Randy imprinted on you? When?

About thirty minutes ago, she beamed, can you believe it? Randy Uley imprinted on me!

I believed it, but it still made me sick to my core, especially after hearing what she was worried about.

Three whole years of the suffering that surrounded Sarah and our whole family, he told her he hated her and made her live the consequences; you couldn't just tell a wolf that imprinted on you that you hated him or her - Randy and Sarah were a first (and hopefully a last). Don't get me wrong, I was happy my sister wouldn't have to go through it any more.

But it still made me fucking sick.

According to what twisted kind of imprinting was he able to get her, even as a friend (that girlfriend issue was a whole new deal)? According to what sick sense was he able to take her for granted? With some magic look he could have her as whatever he wished? Just because she was ready to be everything he needed, he could use her? Did he ask her to be his girlfriend? Was that why she was so confused about it?

A wave of pain rushed through my body, and it took me a second to realize it wasn't coming from me.

Shit. She was listening.

I'm phasing back, gonna sleep at home, she thought, and my head was clear again.

Without any further thinking, I ran towards the Uley's, phased back and waited for Randy to come out; his patrol today should start at four p.m. Once he got out, I jogged his way, catching him before he phased. I stood right in front of him.

"Um, hey?"

"I need to talk to you," I said, crossing my arms over my chest, glaring at him.

"Yeah? What do you want to tell me?" he asked, leaning on the tree behind him carelessly. I wondered where he got that attitude; neither Sam nor Emily were no where as arrogant and careless as that kid was.

I narrowed my eyes at him, approaching him slowly, the riffle of the grass the only obvious sound. "You think it's easy, huh?" I said, my voice dripping acid, "You just imprint on her and everything goes back to normal? Everything is okay?"

He raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

My hands ached to meet his face. I just wanted to feel him hurt and bleeding. Damn my inappropriate thoughts. "You broke her too much, Uley," I explained, "You can't expect her to just heal with one magic look or any of that."

That was the nicest way I could put it.

"Did she say something?"

I shook my head, my hands balled into fists. He'll heal. If I act immature now no one will blame me. We've all walked home with scratches and broken noses at some point. But, no. I knew that if I started to let just some of my anger out at him, this wasn't going to be over except when one of our souls goes back to its creator, and I was much stronger than him - I didn't even want to think about a mourning Sarah. The one I had now was depressed and broken, add mourning and I had the perfect zombie right at home. "No, but that was what she was thinking on patrol," -well, kind of - "She was thinking how she couldn't feel for you more than just a friend, and she blames herself for it," I added, "I don't know about how you feel, but I came here to tell you one, very important thing, Randy."

"What is it?"

"Don't you ever dare to force her into anything just because she cares for you," I warned, hissing, "The last thing you'd ever want to do is mess with a part-vampire shape-shifter."

"I would never-"

I cut him off, my hand snapping to his throat. Somewhere deep inside me, I felt bad for enjoying his physical pain, but the rest of me was beyond the point of caring. "You don't know how much I hate what you have done to her -how much I just want to-" kill you, torture you, feel you writhe in pain. No, Colby, no. You're the Alpha - you can't think like that. I took a deep breath, stepping back, my hands falling to my sides. "Don't hurt her more, understood? She was supposed to patrol this evening as well, but she's sleeping at home. Don't think of going there, if you don't want any angry vampires and a werewolf. Family's visiting."

He grimaced and nodded.

I ran a hand through my hair before running the opposite way and phasing mid-air. I needed to get out of there before I did something really stupid, so I took a couple of quick steps only to hear him say, "What? No other rules?"

I swear, he was digging his own grave.

ALISON ANDERSON

The atmosphere at home was beyond choking; Mom was at her old apartment, getting everything ready for her to move and ever since Colby dropped me (and accidentally met my father in the process), Dad had been eerily quiet; he didn't say anything for about three whole hours and it was making me nervous. I didn't know what to tell him - how to tell him I didn't want to live with him. Sure, he might have thought of me as a 'mistake' he didn't want to repeat, and sure, he might not be my biggest fan, but he was still my father, and I couldn't just tell him I didn't want to spend any more time with him - because, deep down, I did, and it was confusing me.

But, suddenly, cutting the silence, he muted the TV and turned his head to face me. "How do you know that Colby guy?"

I blinked. "He's Uncle Embry's cousin."

He nodded. "I know," he said, "But why did he drop you here? How do you know him?" he repeated.

Oh, Dad. He just saw me in the supermarket, imprinted on me, followed me home, that type of wolf stuff. "He has this super awesome car," I explained truthfully, "So he always offers to come pick me up when I call Mary and tell her I want to go spend some time with her."

He raised his eyebrows at me, unconvinced.

"A-And he, uh," I stuttered, "Why are you asking?"

My relationship with Colby was hard to explain, period.

He eyed me warily, leaning his forearms on his knees. "Because I don't like you hanging around him that much."

"W-Why not?"

"Because," he said, licking his lips, "Because he's just - Allie, I don't want you around him and that's it."

I closed my eyes, leaning back in my seat. "Do you have to add to the reasons why I'm not staying here?"

Most of the times, I hated it when I spoke my thoughts without processing them, but this time, I was glad I let it out.

He sighed. "I know you need your mother," he said, "I won't keep you from her; you can see her whenever you want-"

"It isn't about that," I snapped, never opening my eyes, afraid I'd see him hurt - I didn't want that. I was no angel, but there were some people that, no matter what they did, would always be precious to me - that was one of the reasons I couldn't get how he didn't love me; what had I ever done? "You don't want me to stay, I know that."

"What? No," he rushed, "No, no, no - what are you saying, Allie? I'd love to have you stay here with me."

Stop it.

"...You're my daughter, honey. I love you."

I finally opened my eyes, only to find him standing right in front of me. "No, you don't!"

He knelt down, putting both our eyes in the same level. I totally got my blue eyes and light hair from my mother's side. "What makes you say that?"

I was going to cry. Shit I was going to cry. "I heard,"-I swallowed- "I heard you call me a mistake."

His eyes widened. "You're not a mistake, honey. Stop thinking that way," he said and attempted to pat my head but I pulled back, "I - you heard our argument that night, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"I never - I don't think of you like that, Allie" he said, "You're my little girl."

I wanted to believe him so bad, but I was a 12-year-old, not a brainless creature.

"Do," - he took a deep breath - "Do you want to know why I said that?"

I grimaced, deliberating, but nodded anyway.

"Will you believe me?"

I didn't respond.

"You see," he said, "My father - your grandpa - he was a," - he took another deep breath, "He wasn't exactly what you might call normal."

"What do you mean?"

"He wasn't human."

Author's Note: I have to admit, I have outdone myself with this cliffy. :P

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