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youralternantpersonality · 4 years ago

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Death

Hey guys!

So, I am half-ass back, but I wanted to add to this story just like I did with Thanksgiving (if you haven't read it, you should—go check it out) since a handful of you guys have wanted this story to keep going. So, I present to you the continuation of "My Love."

P.S. I have no idea how I will end this, and I am just going to wing it like I did with Thanksgiving. Let's see what happens, shall we

Paul x Reader: Death

Previously on "My Love: Enduring Love"

"THEY COULD STILL HURT YOU! I don't want you talking to them again!"

"Hell no! Last time I checked, I didn't have to ask you who I should or shouldn't be friends with! I can make my judgment!"

"See, this is why I wish I would have never imprinted, especially on someone like you! Why can't you just listen?!" I say. In that second, you can hear a pin drop. The words flew out before I could stop them. Usually, I have control over what I say in our argument, but this time, I couldn't.

"Wow…Bet." Y/n said. Fuck. I groan and follow her outside.

"Paul!" Sam calls out to me

"It's fine Sam, the truth comes out one way or another. Snout, let's go, baby!" Y/n walks out the front door and towards her car. I reach out to grab her hand that was holding Snout's leash. It slips, and Snout runs towards and into the woods across the street. Y/n runs after Snout, and everything goes in slow motion. Not paying attention to the truck coming, her body slammed by a truck speeding by, and she instantly hit and cracked her skull on the asphalt. I run to her hold her in my arms until the ambulance comes as her life slips away. And that's when my life came to a stop. All I hear are sirens in the distance and the feeling of warm thick liquid dripping onto my skin and clothes.

EMTs come and try to take her from my arms, but I resist until Sam and Jared make me let go. I watch as they strap the love of my life to the gurney and put her inside of the truck.

"Shit," Brady said. I look over and see Snout, dead, next to the truck's tire. His leash got caught against something and dragged him, snapping his neck. I couldn't help but lose it at that point. I tried to run before I was aware of doing so, but I was stopped by Embry. The cops want to talk to me and ask what happened. Somehow, I could answer some of the questions, but I could feel myself breaking down as I told them what had happened.

Thus, leading us up to here.

Present-day: September 2nd

I could hear it—the final heartbeats. Carlisle and Edward rushed in as we listened to the final intake of breath and the thumping of her heart. After the last one, we'll know which path she decided to take.

Thump-thump

…Flatline….

Currently—Third POV

Time officially stopped for Paul as he stared at the love of his life, his reason for existing, his mate, everything that completes him. Eventually, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in when he saw Y/n twitch. Although he had some doubt afterward, afraid he just saw things in hopes she was "alive," however, it wasn't until her nose started twitching and he could see movement behind her eyelids. Paul felt something within and on his face that he had not felt since their argument at Sam and Emily's place. Relief, happiness, reassurance, and a smile. Regardless, if she never wants him again—which he hopes isn't true—he is just happy to see her alive. Although, if she doesn't want him, it will kill him to live without her, and he only prays that she forgives him.

"Why isn't she waking up. She's moving, but she isn't… what's wrong?" Paul asked anxiously. Carlisle placed a hand on his shoulder and chuckled at the young wolf's eagerness.

"Patience. Sometimes it is hard for a newborn vampire to adapt to this new world once it awakens. Just like when an infant is born—you don't expect them to open up their eyes immediately, do you? Just like newborns, her senses have to adapt to the environment before she can allow herself to rise." Paul relaxed a little bit to Carlisle's explanation.

"I can read her," Edward says, catching their attention. "She is trying to remember what happened, and her mind is reminding her of everyone, everything, her memories, all of it. It's fascinating- OUCH!" Edward drops to the ground holding his head. Before Carlisle can assess him, Edward yells out again and then shivers.

"Edward! What is it?!" Carlisle rushed to his son's side, helping him stand. Before Edward could attempt to respond, Carlisle received the same treatment as Edward, only this time Carlisle couldn't stop scratching—the excruciating pain that came with it was not helping either. Carlisle's pain and scratching stopped instantly, and he became frozen, cold, almost paralyzed. All while Edward was recovering, now trying to help Carlisle, Paul stood in awe as to what was happening—praying to the Moon Goddess, the Cosmos, the Elements of the Rainbow, hell, even Barney if he had to, for him to not experience whatever it was that was going on with them. He turned his head back towards his mate and slightly shook. There she was, his beautiful mate, sitting straight up, feet dangling off the bed, looking into his honey-brown eyes with her…Lilac eyes? What the fuck.

Her intense gaze made Paul shiver in delight and slightly uneasiness. Not because she was a vampire, but because she looked almost…Pissed? Relief? Curious? He couldn't really tell. Keeping his eyes on her, she turned her head to face the other two men recovering from some unknown attack. Until another one came on, Carlisle and Edward passed out and remained in a sleeping state for 30 seconds or so before waking up.

"What the hell is going on?!" Carlisle says, losing his shit on the ground, now completely paralyzed and numbed.

"It’s her! Paul, tell her to stop!” Edward screams. Y/n turns her head towards him.

“Yeah…I don’t think I will.” Paul states. He would have to be an absolute idiot to tell her to stop—not because he doesn’t appreciate their help, but because he’s just not stupid, and clearly, he knows what would happen if he did.

“…Paul…” Y/n says in a whisper. Instantly Edward and Carlisle can break free and take a few unnecessary gasps of air before continuing onward. Paul looks at his mate's lilac eyes and nods his head. She stands up and slowly walks towards him before signally him to bend over so she could whisper in his ear. He does as follow and is shocked by what she says next.

“You’re lucky I can’t do what I did to them. Next time you try to tell me what to do that may or may not result in my death, I will end your life. Understood?” Y/n said with an innocent smile. Paul looked at her in the eyes with both fright and amusement. Fright for apparent reasons and amusement because he finally has his soul mate back.

“Yes ma’am.” He smiles but then expresses pain, “Y/n…I am so fucking sorry. You don’t know how much I regret what I did and said to you, my love.” Paul then drops to his knees and wraps his arms around Y/n's waists while begging for forgiveness. “Please, I beg you, forgive me for everything. The pain I put you through, the choice I made for you. All of it. Please Y/n.” Paul says through tears, looking up at her. Y/n, gently as possible, runs her nails through Paul’s hair and smiles.

“Give me time. I remember everything, and I just…I just need time. But I don’t want to leave you—I don’t think I can. You’re a dumbass, but you’re my dumbass and, unfortunately, my responsibility now.” Y/n says jokingly. She pulls Paul up to his feet and smiles up at him, “For now, let's take it slow…I am still your mate, but I need some space from it, for now, my love. Okay…” Paul nods his head. Granted, it’s not at all what he wanted, but he understood. Through this, he matured and understood some things. Not only from this but from talking to his father—the death of his mother killed him, and he grieved in an unhealthy way. He can change that perception and learn from his father's mistake while also learning patience is a virtue for a relationship. He would do anything in the world for his mate—even if it involved waiting a lifetime for her to be his again.

“Can I…can I have one kiss. Nothing big like making out, but just one. Going so long without you like I did and seeing you awake—please, just…just one, and I promise I won’t ask for another. I’ll allow you to take the lead… just, plea-” Y/n shut him up by giving him just that. A simple kiss. Something she, too, was craving. It would suffice their hunger to be together until she felt like it was the right time. But in the meantime, the kiss they shared wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hard or anything. It was slowly filled with need and emotions. If Y/n could cry, she would; it didn’t help that Paul shed a few tears in the midst of it. Forgetting about the world around them, Paul and Y/n laid down on the bed and just embraced each other. Soon enough, even breathing and resounding snores from Paul could be heard.

Meanwhile, Carlisle and Edward left the room as soon as possible (mainly to avoid being more test subjects for Y/n) to allow the lovers some privacy. Meeting up with their cousins, they explained what happened and the situation they are currently in. Carlisle and Edward called home to explain the situation—Esme and Bella not particularly happy with them being attacked; Rosalie and Emmett dying in the background full of laughter over Edwards suffering—then decided to head out to go hunting for a few hours. They knew Paul would be asleep for a while, and Y/n wouldn’t want to leave his side, so they decided to take their time.

For a moment, just a moment, did everything seem peaceful and relaxing for Paul and Y/n, and they planned on savoring that moment until they had to go back to La Push/Forks to discuss the next steps. But for now, Paul is just happy to have his mate back.

My Love

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youralternantpersonality · 4 years ago

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Christmas IV

Hey guys!

Not going to lie, this chapter is shitty. But this is going to be the end of Christmas. I’ll do New Years (which will legit be a short one) and then move on to the other holidays too. No idea. Again, I’m just winging it.

Y/n POV

The following day consisted of me waking up to Paul coming home. We had decided to say, fuck everything and just sleep in the same bed. So, you can imagine how irritated he was when I told him to shower before coming to bed. In high heaven or hell, there is no way he is about to go to bed at 6 am, in dirty clothes, smelling like outside.

“Don’t even think about it,” I say with my eyes closed, spreading out like a starfish.

“Babe. Come on. It was a long shift. I just want to sleep….”

“Paul...” I hear him groan and head towards the bathroom to shower. Sorry, not sorry. Ten minutes later, a naked Paul emerges from the bathroom with just a towel over his waist. I open one of my eyes and am instantly awake. In an instant, I can feel my insides churning, and my lower regions get warmer. Before opening his drawer to grab his boxers, Paul stops, inhales deeply, and slowly turns towards me. His eyes filled with lust and need holding contact with mine. His breathing increases, and he slowly walks over to me like a predator hunting for his prey. A growl emerges from his chest, and I slowly raise myself on the bed. Forgoing his towel, he climbs on top of me while rolling me on my back. Keeping eye contact with me, he removes the sheets, and my nipples harden from the cold winter air.

Paul runs his nose down and across my neck while one hand grabs onto my waist and his knee pressed up against my core. I become putty in his hand instantly, just from his single touch. I slowly glide my nails across his skin and slowly reach upward to grab him and kiss him. Unable to hold back, he kisses me back and hard. Our tongues fight in dominance, but the end result will always have him on the winning side. Up until this point, Paul and I have only really fallen asleep with each other. This is going to be the next new step with him that I have been waiting for this.

Wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him towards me, he growls and lifts me up to straddle him while he leans back on his knees. Taking off my shirt and leaving marks all along my neck and chest before returning to my mouth. I slide my nails down in between us and start rubbing his length. His breathing becomes hollow as he begins to suck and nip on my collar. Wrapping his arm around me, he lays me back down and starts moving his hands towards my core, pulling on my shorts. I lift off the bed as he removes them, and without hesitation, he spreads my legs and starts nibbling on the inside of my thigh.

“Fuck, Paul,” I say, throwing my head back with my eyes closed.

“I want you to watch, baby. Look at me.” He says in his rough voice. I look down at him, and in one slow motion, keeping eye contact, Paul grabs me and starts gently and slowly licks me with the tip of his tongue. Drawing figures over my clit, spitting and slurping me up over again until my legs start closing in on him.

“Fuck, Paul. Right there! Don’t stop!” I say, both hands in his hair, holding him on the one area I need him the most. He took the opportunity to keep my legs apart with his arms, spread my lips more, add pressure on my clit with his tongue, and slowly push a finger in me. I tense up a little, and he stops and waits until I relax before moving further in. He curls his figure upwards, hitting a spot I thought was a myth, and I just about lose it.

“Right there! Oh, God, Paul!” I hear him chuckle at my reaction, and he speeds his pace more.

“Don’t cum yet. I wish you could see how pathetic and beautiful you look. Withering under me, begging for more. Such a beautiful slut you are for me, huh?” he says, whispering in my ear. I grab onto his shoulders, clawing at anything to prevent me from cumming. I whine out as tears start falling down my eyes.

“Please! Let me cum! Please!” I bite my lip, and he kisses me and tells me to let go. Never have I experienced an orgasm as hard and thrilling as I did with him just now. Eyes falling towards the back of my head, back-arching, I couldn’t breathe for a great five seconds. If I died then and there, id would die a happy woman. After calming down, I grab him and pull him towards me, and I can taste myself on him. I roll him over so that I am on top and start rubbing him. He goes to stop me, but I slap his hand away and start kissing him down his neck, chest, stomach, and then slowly lick the tip of his cock. Pre-cum already coming out of him.

“Fuck, Y/n…” hearing my name fall from his lips like that without even trying to give me the confidence and boost I need. I slowly massage him while licking him from base to tip before putting him in my mouth. He has an impressive girth, so I could only get so much in me before my gag reflexes started to present itself. I slightly grasped onto his balls and started massaging them along with sucking him off, and I could feel one of his hands holding onto my head while the other grabbed onto the sheets. His hips slightly thrusting to meet my throat—I could tell he was trying to hold back. For emphasis, I hummed, and his hips jerked as he called out my name.

“Fuck! Baby, stop! You're going to make me-” in one swift motion, I pushed his hands away and started sucking, swirling my tongue harder and faster. Not bothered by the noises and mess that I am making. Without much of a second warning, I scrape my nails gently down his thighs, and he instantly releases into my mouth. Cum hitting the back of my throat and running down my mouth. I grab him by the base and suck a little on the tip just for tease, and he wraps his hands gently around my neck and kisses me forcefully. Rolling me under him, he locks my hands above my head and grinds his length over my core.

“Fucking beautiful. Watching you with my cock down your throat, that’s a fucking sight to see.” He took a moment to silently ask me if I wanted to continue.

“I’ve never….” I say honestly. Paul would be my first and only. He smiles and asks if I'm 100% sure. I smile and nod, and he reaches over to grab the lube and a condom.

“It’ll sting, but I’ll go slow. At any time you want to stop, tell me. Don’t hesitate. Okay?” he says seriously. I nod my head at him and kiss him. He takes out the lube, puts a good amount on his finures, and slowly starts at my entrance, getting me to relax. Kissing me and saying calm words while adding another finger. Once satisfied, he places his condom on and dowses that with lube before positioning me to enter. He checks again to see if I'm okay with this and continues when he receives consent.

To say that Paul was a patient man was an understatement. He slowly pushed in me and started to massage my inner thigh and hip to relax my muscles while kissing me gently. Not moving until I relaxed enough. Continuing forward each time until he was entirely inside of me.

“Fuck, you're so tight, baby.” He groans in my neck while I hold onto him. I relax and give him the okay to go, and Jesus did it sting. Slowly the pain submerged, and pleasure came forth.

“Fuck, Paul. Yes…don’t stop…” my words get lost in my throat. Unable to say complete sentences. Paul slightly speeds up, which only made me encourage him to fuck me like a damn whore.

“You like that, don’t you, slut. Fucking take this cock like a good girl. God damn Y/n, you don’t know what you do to me.” He growls in my ear, and if it wasn’t possible before, it was now because I became wetter just by hearing that.

“Fuck, I can smell you from up here. You like it when I talk to you like this, don’t you? Huh? You like it when daddy takes control and fucks you now, huh?” I could only whine and say ‘yes, daddy’ as a response. Anything else that came out of my mouth was incoherent words that neither of us could understand.

“Please, daddy. I need more…” I say. More of what, I don’t know, but I just don’t want this to end.

“Is my baby getting greedy? More huh?” he sits up, crosses my legs in front of him, then leans into me, locking my arms above my head and my knees to my shoulders while basically telling me I'm trapped.

“Oh! Fuck!” the new angle hit that spot, and I started seeing stars. “Right there! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! I’m going to”

“Fuck! Cum with me!” a few thrusts later, all that could be heard was a growl from Paul and my cries of plea and happiness while gasping for air. We stayed in that position for a few extra seconds before Paul gently lifted himself off of me, throwing away the condom and grabbing a warm towel from the bathroom. Wordlessly coming back to help clean me up before taking me to the bathroom to allow me to do my business. After washing my hands and wabbling to the door, he comes in and starts a shower for us. Kissing one another gently, every so often while cleaning—relaxing in our moment together. He still had to carry me back to our bedroom—where he changed the sheets—we laid down peacefully with one another on this cold winter morning.

*Bing*

Sugar Tits (Leah): Hey! What time are you guys coming over! We’re hungry!

“Leah wants to know when we’re heading over.” I look at the clock, and it says 12 pm. Damn…time flies when you're having fun.

“Tell her, we’ll see them at 4. I'm tired, and my vagina hurts.” I say, snuggling up. Paul responds and then tells me what Leah replies back. I couldn’t help but laugh.

Sugar tits: You guys fucked didn’t you?... FINALLY!

We set the alarm to wake us up later and go right back to sleep. If this is what sex is with Paul will be like, I never want to stop having it.

Later that evening, Paul and I finally decided to head over to Sam and Emily’s place for our Christmas celebration. Upon arriving, we are greeted with a cheeky Leah while Sam and Lajohn are outside drinking a beer.

“Well, well, well…look who we have here. How was the sex? Thrilling? Intimidating? Disappointed?” Leah says, hooking our arms together, ignoring Paul completely, and heading inside.

“I, my lady, do not kiss and tell. It is highly inappropriate to do so.” I say as etiquette as possible.

“Oh, bull shit. You're glowing like you’ve finally seen color for the first time.” We walk into the kitchen, and Clair gives me a look.

“You guys did the deed, huh? You had that same look on your face I had when Quil and I did it.” laugh and Halulah giggles into her hand. Ness looks depressed.

“Oh, cheer up Nessi-poo. You and Jake will get your chance eventually.” Kim says, giving her a side hug.

“I know, but…you try having a father who can read minds, an empathic uncle, another one who is ready to tackle Jake at the wrong move, a grandfather that is a doctor, an aunt who hates everyone, another aunt who can see the future, and a mother who was close friends with said boyfriend. Let’s face it, I’m as stuck as Dad before he met mom.” We all busted out laughing while she gave us a glare.

“What about Esme?” her grandmother.

“THANKFULLY, she defends me. Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper stay out of it when an argument starts. But it still doesn’t change the fact that I can’t even do anything. And I mean anything, anything. The most we can do is make out, and that’s if we’re lucky! And you’d think we’d have freedom here, right? Nope! Billy is just as bad as all of them. Plus, the second we do, everyone would know, and a fucking outbreak will happen, and I’m not in the mood for this crap.” She says with a sigh, laying her head on Kim’s shoulder. The poor girl. All she wants is to be with her mate, and she can’t even do that. Marriage is off the table, for sure for now since they’re so young, but I can understand where she is coming from…minus the supernatural parts.

“OH!” Leah says, running out of the room as everyone is coming into the kitchen for food, “Since sex was more important than seeing us this morning, here are your presents.” She says, handing me a few bags and cards. I told Paul to go grab everyone else’s stuff from the truck, and we all sat around opening the remainder of the presents.

Elouise POV

I’m done playing games with this bitch. I don’t know if it’s the blood lust talking or my anger, but regardless, that bitch is going down—even if I have to die trying. I tell Rebecca to get her shit together and to head out. There’s supposed to be a blizzard hitting the La Push, and since it is Christmas, the likelihood of their patrol being up is there, but not as much as there was before.

Halfway through the forest, Rebecca notifies me where they caught her at. We climb above the trees over a little house not too far from the main road. I can hear her giggling and a male voice in the bedroom area. Anger rises within me—how dare she! She takes my mate and not she think everything will be okay? Without warning to Rebecca and without a second thought, I head for the house.

Smashing through the window, I look over to see the mut laying on top of a now frightening-looking Y/n. He growls as she starts to scream. Rebecca is next to me in an instant, and I lung at the male. We collide, and Rebecca takes off with Y/n.

“You take my mate; I’ll take yours,” I say, with one last punch before he shifts, and I hightail my ass out of there, following Rebecca and the bitches screams. Entering the forest, we take a good head start for the first 2 minutes until we start hearing multiple footsteps.

“Faster! Just over that clearing! They can’t cross the border!” Rebecca shouts. We sprint faster than we were already and make it across. She tells me we have to make it through Forks—all that’s left are the vampires protecting this side. Not a second later, we are surrounded by a family and three wolves? Wolves?

“I thought you said there weren't any wolves on this side?!” I yell at Rebecca. She throws down Y/n hard on the snow, almost exposing what the blanket she has on is covering her. “This was your idea, Eloise. You and your obsession with this filth are what got us in this shit in the first place.” I look at her and stay silent.

“What the fuck Elly? Why are you doing this?” Y/n said. Before I could respond, a she-wolf steps in front of her while some female vampires put clothes on Y/n.

“Well, hello Leah. Nice to finally see you in your true pathetic form.” I smiled; another growl could be heard from behind me—the guy the whore was sleeping with.

“Explain yourself! It’s the least you could do for being so fucking stupid!” Y/n yelled.

“Your blood.”

“My what?!” Y/n yelled, confused.

“You're her siren. Your blood calls to her; every vampire has a siren. You, Y/n, are hers.” Says one of the guys.

Third Person POV

Leah makes eye contact with Paul and lunges for Elouise without a warning or care as Paul goes for Rebecca. Seth grabbed Y/n and carried her as fast as possible to the Cullens place since it was closer. Shaken and disturbed, when they made it back, she didn’t let go of Seth. Unknown to what to feel, she laid her head on his chest while Nessie tried to talk her back into reality.

In the meantime, Rebecca being long gone and destroyed, Leah constantly shifts back and forth from wolf to human, taking her time ripping Elouise apart slowly and crucially. No one dared to stop her. No one could also look away. It was one of those revelation moments where you finally see the person's inner-self come out, and no one could look away at how sinister Leah can be. Or really, all of the anger she has towards Elouise—well, vampires in general.

“How long do you think she can go?” Emmitt asks Jasper and Paul as they watch Elouise—who already has all of her fingers and toes in the fire pit; Leah breaking and tearing her wrist from her limb.

“I don’t think she even knows,” Alice says. She can't see how long this will go, just that they won't be going home soon.

“I want to check up on Y/n, but I also want to see the bitch die. I trust Seth, but there's a satisfaction in getting watching her suffer.” Paul states.

“She’s weak. There's no way in hell I’d embarrass myself like this.” Rosalie says, walking away, letting Emmett know to come home when he’s ready.

Leah dragged it on until the early morning, having to relight the firepit every so often due to the storm.

The following evening, everyone was surrounded in the living room of Sam and Emily, telling the humans of the group of the previous events that had taken place. Once it got to the part where Leah took up to the early morning to finally silence Elouise, Lajohn lost it. Silently, putting on his shoes, flipped Leah over his shoulder and walked out the door.

“We’ll see yall later.” Then walks out to their car and drives off.

“They’re into some kinky shit, aren't they?” Emily says.

“You have no idea….” Y/n responses. She sighs and lays her head on Pauls's shoulder, who wraps his arms around her and kisses her head. The rest of the day consists of just relaxing and attempting to forget what happened just a few hours ago. It's incredible how in the matter of a few weeks, shit has gone all over the place. But at least one thing is for sure, Y/n and Paul are in this together for the long haul.

Holiday Love

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