Listen up. I have an idea to get us out of here.
I paused my quest through the trees to the bonfire for a moment before starting walking again, but at a slower pace.
It had been a couple of days after the pack had found me dead and the bitch Lorraine had almost murdered me because Berlioz wanted me over her.
I had managed to get out of telling Paul my story by promising to tell the whole pack, all together. That means tonight.
The pack had invited me to a bonfire to hear the legends of their tribe; and then after, to tell my story.
My nerves were endless.
Right. Right.
This is the plan.
In a minute your going to faint.
Your going to fall to the floor and hit your head so your unconscious.
Them pups will coming running out shouting;
"Invetta!"
And we'll be taken to hospital.
Then, when we wake up, we make a mad dash out of the window and into the wind, never to see them again.
Sounds good right?
Okay. We'll faint in;
Three. . .
Two. . .
One. . .
Faint!
Faint!
Faaaiinntttt!
Damn you, Invetta Adelaide!
I rolled my eye at the running comentry in the back of my brain.
I wasn't willing to try that solution.
Wimp!
They whispered and I harrumphed.
No nasty thoughts gonna make me faint.
I kept walking until I got to the edge of the trees into the clearing. I could see the pack all joking around together and even Seth piling food onto his plate. My heart sped up.
Okay. Okay. Now I can faint.
I can't do this.
It's too late now, girl! Should have listened to me before! Duh!
I looked to see everyone had gone quite and Paul beckoning me over to him.
I stepped out the line of trees towards the heat of the fire but before I could get far, I was squashed into a bear hug.
"Adelaide!" I voice squeaked and I laughed at Embry.
"Let go, you baboon." I breathed deeply as Embry let me go and then pushed me over to Paul grinning. I caught a glare from Lara but ignored it and smiled sheepishly at Paul.
Paul pulled my down next to him and wrapped his arm round my waist while Embry returned to Lara and have her a kiss on the forehead.
"I am Billy. Jacob's father." Said an older man in a wheel chair and I greeted him back.
"Invetta."
The camp once again went silent. I realised my mistake and cleared my throat awkwardly.
"Uh yeah. Well you see, my real name is Invetta Adelaide. Not just Adelaide." I shifted beneath Paul's grip but he didn't let go.
There was silence for a minute or so before it was broken.
"Oh my boy! She lied to us! I feel so betrayed!" Quil wailed while pretend sobbing onto Embry's shoulder, Embry patting Quil's head comfortingly.
I rolled my eyes at then but silently thanked them for lightening the mood.
"I've got a few things to say. You know." I looked pointedly around the camp.
"First. . ." Billy muttered before launching into a story, a legend, about wolves and wives. I took particular interest in a story where a wife stabbed herself to save her husband. I was in awe at the end and it took Billy a few time to get my attention.
"You understand what we are, Ade-Invetta, yes? So, if you please, share your story?" He wheeled himself over to where Jacob slouched and I stood and wiped sweaty palms on tights jeans.
"Well. I was born in the 1800's-"
"What!"
I gave Quil a fierce look but continued.
"Yeah. Well, I came from a wealthy family, you know, so I wasn't bad off, and one dat I was walking home from my Courter, and I got into some trouble." I paused.
This seemed like a really bad idea. Quil obviously couldn't keep it in.
"You have got to be-"
"Will you be quiet and-"
"1800's-?"
"Shut it!" Paul's voice rang out above the others before smiling at me. I went to continue when I stopped suddenly.
"Where is Jared and Leah?" I asked, nervously.
"Patrolling." Paul said, and I shifted a little.
"Then, perhaps, I should wait until they get back. . ."
I trailed off as Paul gave me the your-not-getting-out-of-this look. I sighed.
"Well." I licked my lips. "You see. Guys. I'm a-" I broke off and looked round. Something was off.
"A?" Prompted Billy.
"Ghoul." I whispered as a second later a howl pierced the air.
Immediately, the wolves jumped into action as Emily hurdled us back towards her house. Paul gave me a quick kiss on the door head before bursting into a wolf and I watched in awe as he bounded away, gracefully.
"What's happening?" Asked Claire, the poor girl looked around confusedly. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
"Vamps, sweetie." Emily told her before pushing us through her door and locking it behind her.
"Ghoul, huh?" Kim asked wearily, and I grimaced. She stood to my right and I lowered my head as to not meet her eyes.
"Yeah." I whispered.
"And that entails, what?" Inquired Emily, as she, Lara and Claire strolled into the living room.
I sat down heavily onto a chair and smiled.
"I don't suppose you could wait until the guys got back?" I asked.
Emily shot me a 'your-kidding-me' look and I sighed.
"It means I was killed. And when I woke back up, I was alive by night but as soon as the sun rose, poof! I died. I became a ghost." I looked at them all. "And what a pain in the butt it is." I got Claire to crack a smile but the others looked at me in pity.
"That must be horrible. It must have been horrible to die!" Whispered Lara as she gave me a smile. I just nodded.
"Invetta-" Kim started but I cut her off.
"I'll tell you the rest when the guys are back and all together." I said dismissively And reluctantly, they agreed.
It was happening again.
They only bloody time I got with Paul was always cut short by a howl that, I learned, meant vampire.
When I found who the bloody hell the howler was, I'm going to cut out their tongue.
This time, we were actually getting some where in our relationship, and in comes the howl.
Paul pulled away and stroked my cheek, me sat in his lap on the sofa.
"I need to go," he said softly, "Plus, it's getting light."
I looked out the window.
"I've got ages until sunrise."
I had told them the things they needes to know, which, of course, excluded Berlioz.
But it had included the choker.
You can imagine the reactions.
"Oh you poor dear!" Emily.
"Bound to it?" Sam.
"At least it doesn't look like it can go out of fashion." Claire.
"You mean you can't literally get it off?" Seth.
And, of course, Quil, the excellent drama queen.
"Oh! Waily waily waily! My boy! Did you hear that? That necklace is stuck to her neck! I bet she can't wash under it! Eww! It bet it's got so many germs and bacteria and-"
At that point Sam had smacked Quil across the head and he had shut up with a glare.
Any way, Paul deposited me onto the sofa with an apologetic look. I just glared back and crossed my arms.
"I hate This! You always have to go!" I frowneD.
"I know. I know. I'll be back soon." He soothed but I was having none of it.
"This would happen if you weren't a friggin' dog!"
"Shapeshifter, dear."
I sighed. Shapeshifter, mutt, dog, who cares.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. When I reopened them the door was closing and Paul was leaving. I was too stubborn to get up yet so I switched on the TV.
I yawned. I wasn't tired.
The TV shows were awful so I got some ice cream, chocolate, I know, and sat and are the tub.
When sunrise came and Paul still hadn't gotten bak yet, I went to bed with a frown on my face, feeling very angry indeed.
When I woke the next night, the smell of coffee made my stomach grumble and I almost ran down stairs and into Paul's arms.
He chuckled and pecked my hair before handing me a cup of coffee. I smiled.
"Thank you."
Any combination of coffee and Paul would set any girls mood sky high.
"I've got you a present." I gaped. A present?
"For meeeee?" I squealed. Paul rolled his eyes.
"Who else? in the table."
I ran to the table and saw a square under a brown towel.
I picked of the towel and opened the cage and. . .
I Frowned.
"A weasel?" I scrunched my nose up. The creature in the cage was pure white with black eyes and a pink nose, but there was a speckle of brown between his Eyes.
"An Ermine. They are from the weasel family, but Snow White. This one is trained." He picked it up and I smiled. It was chuffing adorable!
"Trained?"
"Yes. It'll stay around your shoulders-" Paul lifted the Ermine to his shoulders and it curled round his neck, "-and it'll follow you round like a dog-" I placed it to the floor and walked around abit to see it follow my footsteps, "-And it doesn't need a cage-" I picked the Ermine up and stroked it's fur. "-and his name Mershkeraf."
"Hey, Mesh!" I chuckled as I stroked his white back fur.
"You like? " asked Paul hesitantly. I grinned and put Mershkeraf around my neck. He settled in comfortably.
"I love!" I gave him a peck on the cheek before running up to my room to place Mesh on the bed.
Paul groaned loudly in protest and proceeded to follow me.
I squeaked as Paul bury in the door and started to tickled me.
"St-st-stop!" I shrieked.
"Not until you learn your lesson." Paul replied. There was a hiss and Mesh jumped on Paul, his claws digging in his back so Paul had to let go. Mesh jumped from Paul into the safety of my arms and Paul growled at him.
"Mamma' little boy," I teased and curled Mesh around my neck.
Paul glowered at the Ermine and it stared back innocently.
"Be nice to Mershkeraf, Paul Walker!" I threatened and Paul turned to me.
"I'm starting to think this was a bad idea."
With a laugh, I escaped out of my room with Mesh and placed him on the sofa.
"Stay." I said, not knowing whether the animal could understand.
When Paul walked down the stairs and saw the Ermine alone on the sofa, he went to give it a prod. Before his finger could touch him, I smacked him with a spatula and scooped Mesh into my arms.
"Ow!" Paul sucked his finger.
"Mine!" I snarled, clutching Mesh.
"Mine!" Paul responded, pulling me and Mesh to his chest and squishing us.
I gave Paul at tap on the nose with the spatula and pulled away, putting Mesh to the Floor and walking into the kitchen.
Yours, indeed.