Hey guys sorry I haven't been able to update. My friend crashed his car while I was in it and I got a stupid concussion I'm not supposed to be writing but I couldn't wait any more. Anyways enjoy, Callida finally meets Paul. Poor guy.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series or anything other then my OC's and my plot.
Callida pov.
I think there's something dead inside this mattress. I know what death smells like and I'm almost positive it's the scent that's been keeping me up all night. The weird lumps aren't helping my sanity much either. I should probably ask Elena where she got it from before I go cutting it open, I already look crazy enough without dissecting my bed.
I glance over my shoulder at the mat as I get dressed, It seems almost like a living breathing thing. It's probably laughing at me right now. Stupid bed. I'm going to burn it when I can afford a replacement. Let's see how it like's that. Jesus christ I'm talking to an inanimate object. I think I've hit a new level of crazy. I need to get out of here. This house is messing with my emotions. I yank on a pair of black sweat pants, and a long sleeve form fitting red v-neck, throwing my dark hair up into a ponytail and slipping baby into her holster before going downstairs. I only rush to get away a little, a brisk walk. Not the sprint me legs are aching to break into. "You're going out?" Elena asks quietly from the kitchen table, looking at me with wide eyes. What, is it a crime to want to get some fresh air?
"Yeah." Let her try and stop me. See what happens. I'm on my way to get out some pent up aggression and I'm hoping it doesn't have to be on her. I wouldn't want to break her cooking hands.
"Okay." She says averting her eyes to the dough wrapped around her fingers. Maybe she's not as stupid as I thought. She can probably see the fire in my eyes, Tommy always says I look like a wild animal when I get restless. If it's true, I wouldn't get in my way either.
I don't bother with a response, I'm aching to go out and shoot something. I'll ask those guys about a shooting range later. Maybe they can actually be of some use to me. I'm sure people hunt around here so there probably is one. I turn left after I step off the porch and head into the woods, I know I probably shouldn't want to go back in here after yesterday but there's no where else to go. It's either here or the house, I'm already starting to think of the place with contempt. I just want to go back to New York and get into some trouble like usual. Tommy and I should be out looking for people who owe Aldo right now. Instead I'm wandering through the woods and I'm pretty sure I just stepped on some kind of animal shit. Fanfreakingtastic.
"Gross." I groan as I attempt to scrape the bottom of my shoe against a tree. I don't know how far in I am right now but I'm surrounded by curtains of thick evergreen. I really need to start paying attention to my surroundings, I'll find my way back eventually but I'm not quite ready yet. I still need to find something to shoot at... Actually is that a clearing? I head towards it, it's much easier to get through here without falling when I'm not lugging a huge suitcase behind me.
"Wow." I breathe out, having a moment of weakness as I take in the beautiful field of flowers. There's a creek trickling through it causing a trail of blue in the mass of colors. I've never seen anything like this before, I'm used to living in a concrete jungle. This, this is something else, and that boulder is a perfect place to stand and shoot thing's from. I don't stop to admire beauty long before finding a way to leave my mark, my brain just doesn't work like that. I tend to mar things that are nice.
I weave over to the giant rock, trying my best not to smash some of the more unique flowers in the bunch. I don't really give a shit about the dandelions and weedy looking ones. They'll grow back soon and take over everything, that's what they do.
Alright, how am I going to get up there. The boulder is about double my height and I don't see any footholds in the smooth stone. Jumping? Pfft no I'm not Michael Jordan and I don't even think he would make this. I walk around it looking for anything that can possibly assist me in my ascent. I seriously doubt my intelligence at times like these. The other side is freaking torn to shit, it's like one of those crappy rock climbing walls they put on playgrounds so kids can pretend to be mountain climbers.
It takes me about five minutes to get to the top and I end up slicing one of my palms open. Oh well, at least it's not my shooting hand. That was much harder than I thought it would be, probably due to my lack of ever climbing anything other than a ladder. I take a moment to balance myself before taking aim at a tree on the other side of the clearing. I aim for the knot on the side. The recoil on the pistol almost knocks me back onto the ground. My body tingles with excitement and a laugh escapes my lips. I love this feeling, it's so exhilarating to be in control like this. Shooting things is the best kind of stress reliever. At least for me. Probably not for normal people.
I hit the knot dead center, I can see the damage from here. I continue on like that for a for a long time reloading baby when necessary. I have an unlimited supply of bullets in my bag so I'm not worried about running out anytime soon. "What the hell are you doing up- GOD DAMMIT!" A deep voice interrupts my fun and I strain my eyes to find the source. It happens to be standing right beside the tree I just shot and doesn't look very happy. Oops. "What is with you and shooting things!?" The man demands stomping out of the darkness and towards my boulder.
I expect to see Sam's face glaring up at me so I'm surprised to see someone else. Someone much better looking. Damn... I really need to get my mind out of the gutter. What does he mean what is with me and shooting things? I've never even met him before, his eyes do look a little familiar but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to forget the face that goes along with them. "What do you mean what is with me and shooting things? What is with you and standing in front of a loaded gun!?" I snap waving my arms in frustration. What kind of dumbass heads towards gun shots? People with brains larger than pea's know that you're supposed to walk in the other direction.
"Excuse me for not expecting a crazy girl to shoot at me!" He seethes crossing his arms over his muscular chest. What is with the men around here not wearing shirts? Are they trying to show off?
I let off a bullet a foot away from his shoe in response smirking when he jumps in the opposite direction. I'll show him crazy. "No, don't move I've been looking for a target to practice on." I fake whine sticking out my bottom lip in a pout.
He must be really mad, his bodies almost shaking with rage. I'm actually a bit satisfied to be the one causing his frustration. He sucks in a deep breath running his hand through his hair and the shaking calms down a little. "Give me the gun." He demands.
He did not just order me to hand over baby. Maybe I actually should use him for target practice, there's plenty of places to hide a body out here and I'm sure nobody would miss him and his condescending attitude.
"What?" I snap icily my eyes narrowing into a glare. He better think hard about what he's going to say next. I don't like being told what to do.
He grits his teeth together and let's out another shaky breath. "Please, put your gun away." That's more like it.
"Well since you said please, I guess I won't kill you." I slip baby back in her holster dropping down to sit cross legged on the rock.
"Were you planning on killing me?" He scoffs his eyes dancing dangerously. His expression actually reminds me a little of what I look like when I'm angry.
"I was debating." Might as well tell him the truth. His face falls into an adorable pout and I snicker pulling my leg up to my chin and resting my head there as I wait for him to respond. I'm finding his reactions very entertaining.
"Why are you out here?" He sighs dropping the subject. Boo, I was having fun.
"I was bored, my aunt's house is suffocating." I groan laying back on the rock. I rarely let myself get into this vulnerable of a position around anyone but for some reason he makes me feel at ease. Which is a very rare feeling for me. It's probably because I know I could kill him within a second if he tried anything... yeah that's it.
"Elena take's some getting used to." He snorts I look down to find his caramel eyes twinkling with amusement.
"How do you know her?" I inquire. What? I'm a curious person. I can't stand not knowing everything.
"I help her out around the house sometimes."
"Ahhh, so you're one of our dinner guests. I knew she was trying to drive me insane." If all of her helpers, are as infuriating as Sam and this guy I'm going to freak out.
"Yeah my level of attractiveness tends to do that to women." I scoff rolling onto my stomach and looking down at him.
"Cocky aren't you?" He just grins wider in response showing of sharp canine teeth. At least he wasn't dumb enough to think that wasn't a rhetorical question. "What time is it?" I ask after a few minutes of silence.
"Five thirty."
"Shit!" I'm going to miss dinner. I can't believe I've been out here all day, there's isn't going to be any of Elena's cooking left by the time I get there! My poor stomach.
"What?" He asks voice tinged with concern. Ew why is he worried about me? I just met him.
"Food!" I exclaim pulling my backpack straps over my shoulders and sliding to the edge of the boulder. He cocks his head to the side and looks at me like I'm insane. Which I guess I kind of am.
"Jesus christ!" He exclaims when I throw myself off the rock I land on my feet but my knee's buckle under the sudden pressure. Strong hands wrap around my biceps before I can slam into the ground and he holds me up until I catch my balance looking at me with narrow unreadable eyes. I'm tired of referring to him as he. I really need to learn his name.
"Come on assmunch, we're late for dinner." I grab onto his wrist yanking him in the general direction of Elena's house.
He doesn't budge and my insult has the desired response. "It's Paul, Elena's is the other way." He says as if talking to a child. I stick my tongue out at him, if he's going to treat me like a child I'm going to act like one.
Anyways, Paul. It suits him. But I prefer assmunch. "Lead the way." I order, as much as it pains me to trust him I'm really hungry.
He rolls his eyes and pulls me in the opposite direction.