I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 18
Word Count:Â 3.8K
Story Description:Â (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her fatherâs sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousinâs, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.
A/N:Â this is essentially a filler chapter to jump into the end of Season 2. But, if you're one of the followers of this story, strap in 'cause shit's about to go down đ«Ł
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Emergency Family Meeting was what flashed on (Y/N)âs phone at six in the morning. She groaned as the sound bounced off the walls, breaking her from a deep sleep. The brightness from her phone burned her eyes and made her groan as she read Allisonâs message.
The last thing she wanted was to be surrounded by Argent hunters. She didnât want to face her cousin or her grandfather; she didnât even want to face her own parents. All she wanted to do was sleep. Well, she still had school, and she had to walk Brody, but other than that, she wanted to sleep. It was the only sure way she had to avoid Derek. The more she slept, the less time she had to think. And (Y/N) did not want to be stuck in her head.
âDude, turn off your phone,â Isaac grumbled from the spot he had taken on her bedroom floor, hugging Brody closer as he turned away from the light. âItâs too early to be awake. We still have two more hours until school starts.â
âWell, itâs not my fault Allison is calling for a family meeting,â (Y/N) sighed, ripping her sheets off her body. "Iâm pretty sure it has everything to do with her little revenge arc. She's probably going to tell us to go after Derek and anyone involved with him.â
âWhich includes me,â he said. âI donât think your cousin will take well to knowing youâve been harboring one of Derekâs betas these last couple of days.â
After everything that had gone down after Lydiaâs party, Isaac had been glued to (Y/N)âs side. When he wasnât in other classes or practice, heâd be standing right beside her, waiting until it was nighttime when he would sneak into her room through the window. He claimed he didnât want her to be aloneâespecially after Mattâs body had been found in the riverâbut she knew the uncertainty he had living with Derek and everything that was happening. The man had all but said youâre all either completely in or to jump ship. Erica and Boyd had turned down (Y/N)âs offer of her home, but Isaac had been quick to agree.
Somehow, (Y/N) had been able to hide a 6â1â teenage werewolf in her bedroom for almost five days without being found out. Granted, the fact that her parents seemed to be out of the house most of the night because of the Kanima helped. They didnât really question the missing food or the fact that their daughter locked herself in her room the second she got home. Their minds were simply too preoccupied.
âIâm just gonna see what this is about, and Iâll let you know whatâs going on,â (Y/N) said as she slipped a hoodie over her head and tied her hair into a ponytail. âSometimes I wish I wasnât born in this family, you know? Itâs like craziness follows us.â
âCould be genetic.â
âMy biggest fear,â she sighed. âBut Iâll see you later, okay? Donât come out until Iâm back.â
âI can go with you,â the boy offered. âHang out a few blocks away until youâre done. Moral support, you know?â
âI canât risk having you close, Isaac. Iâm not even sure what Iâm walking into myself. For all I know, this is the meeting where they reveal my involvement with the pack, and Iâm punished by the family.â
âSee, that doesnât make me feel comfortable about you going alone.â
âIâm not gonna be alone,â she shrugged. âMy dad will be there and heâs on our side. So, Iâll see you when I get back because I am coming back.â
âFine. At least I have Brody to keep me company,â he said as he scratched the sleepy dogâs head. âI can keep him if you donât come back, right?â
âYouâre hilarious.â
âI try,â he snickered. âBe careful, Argent.â
âAlways am, Lahey.â
After saying a quick goodbye to Isaac and her dog, (Y/N) closed her bedroom door behind her and sped off to her uncleâs house. The place was packed with hunters, both young and old, all preparing to take down the now-infamous Kanima. Anywhere she turned, a leather-clad hunter would meet her gaze. The girl tried her best not to feel intimidated, but their stares bore into her like they knew all of her secrets.
But if they did, they made no sound about it. They nodded their heads and waved at her as she passed them. No one reprimanded her or tried to hold her back from getting to where she needed to be. She was simply the daughter of one of the Argent boys and a hunter in training.
âAh, (Y/N),â Gerard greeted as she walked down to the basement. âWeâve been waiting for you.â
âYeah, well, I do live far from here, and I was sleeping. Mind you, itâs six in the morning on a school day.â
â(Y/N),â her mother reprimanded.
âItâs quite alright, Rebecca. Sheâs filled with teenage angst and rebellion. Iâd be surprised if she didnât say something out of place.â
âGreat. Since weâre finished discussing my teenage behaviors, could you tell me what weâre doing here?â (Y/N) scoffed quietly. âI do have a history test in a few hours.â
âOkay, weâre veering off track here,â Allison interjected. âIâm the one that called this meeting because I need us all to be on the same page about the wolves here.â
âAnd what page would that be, Ali?â
âDerek Hale is the reason my mother is dead, and he has to pay for what he has done. Itâs been a week since she died, and weâre nowhere near to finding him,â she said sternly. The way she spoke about Derek sent shivers down (Y/N)âs spine. There was so much hatred and ire laced with her words that it killed any ounce of sarcasm in the other girlâs brain. âOther than the Kanima, our top priority is to apprehend Derek. If you find him, you bring him back here. Alive. We know he has betas that will protect him at all costs. Just like last Friday, I donât want to hurt them for being dumb enough to protect their alpha, but we will if the need arises. I will need you to be on high alert. We will be the only ones looking for him. The other hunters will be tasked on Kanima watch, but this case is too personal to leave in their hands.â
(Y/N) wanted to speak up, tell her that the only people she should have been hunting down were their own family. It was their fault and their stupid rules that had killed Victoria. Not Derek or any of the wolves, and they did not deserve the persecution that Allison was instituting. It was an unnecessary witch hunt that she wanted no part in.
As everyone agreed with the game plan, strategizing how to get the big bad wolf, (Y/N) slipped out of the basement. She was unable to keep listening to her familyâs ideas to catch someone who was not at fault and how taking innocent lives would be such a breeze since they were simply in the way. Everyone spoke up, saying what way they thought would be best. Everyone but her father. Henry simply sat back and listened as everyone else spoke of killing three teenagers and a young man like they were planning their Thanksgiving dinner.
âWhere are you going, (Y/N)?â Allison said. She grabbed (Y/N) by the elbow as the girl started walking down the driveway, turning her around to face each other. âWeâre not done yet,â she said.
âIt seems to me you all have this perfectly planned out,â she shrugged. âThereâs no need for me to sit in on a meeting that could have been an email.â
âWhat is your problem, (Y/N)? Itâs almost like you donât care about what happened to my mom,â the girl accused. âI know you two were close, but heâs to blame here.â
âI do care, Ali,â she stated. âIâm very sorry that your mother is dead. I canât imagine the pain you are going through. But it is not Derekâs fault that she took her own life, and planning on hurting or, worse, killing the rest of the pack is honestly unbelievable. Our job is to defend those that canât defend themselves, not go after innocent people.â
âNone of them are innocent,â Allison seethed. âDerek Hale is a killer. And if the rest decide to hide him, then they are complicit in his crime. They are just as guilty as he is.â
âHave you ever even thought why Derek had to bite her? Have you asked yourself why he may have needed to resort to that?â
âWhatâre you getting on about?â she questioned. âHow would you know any of that?â
âI was there, Allison. I was in the room where it all happened,â (Y/N) admitted. âShe was close to killing Scott that night, using an airborne form of wolfsbane. Derek fought her to get her away from him. Thatâs when he bit her. It was their lives or a bite. She got away fine. Her death happened because of the stupid rules this family lives by, where a hunter would rather take their own life than be a wolf.
âNow, you can blame them all you want and hunt them down for eternity,â she spat. âBut it will never change the fact that it was Victoriaâs choice to die that night. No one killed her but the blade in her hand.â
As soon as those words left her mouth, Allisonâs hand struck (Y/N)âs cheek with a loud snap, splitting open the still-healing Kanima slashes on her cheek. They dripped warm blood down her skin, mixing with the sting of the hit. But it did not deter her from continuing. âWould you have rather he let Scott die?â she pressed. âWould you have rather she had killed me in the fight instead? Because itâs everyone elseâs fault, right? The fact that your mother took her own life is everyone elseâs fault. And just because you think you know whatâs best doesnât mean you get to tell everyone what to do.â
âHow can you say something like that? If it hadnât been for Derek, my mother would still be alive,â Allison said through gritted teeth. âGrandpa put me in charge of strategy because he knew I was the best person for the job. Iâm actually committed to our familyâs work, unlike you, (Y/N).â
âOh, well, excuse me for not being okay with the murder and unnecessary hunt of our friends. Because I think youâre forgetting who the people you want to hurt are,â Syler pressed. âWhat if Iâm hiding them? Will you kill me too? Will you make sure I donât get in your way?â
â(Y/N), I wouldnâtâŠâ â
âBut you would, Allison. Youâre being driven by vengeance and retribution, and I will not help you do it. The rules that the hunters live by are warped and do nothing but justify the killings of innocent people. I wonât stand for it.â
âSo, whatâre you saying? Youâre out?â
âOh, you can absolutely believe I am out,â (Y/N) spat back. âAnd if you want to turn everyone against me, you can go right ahead. I will make sure to do my absolute hardest to protect my friends from you. Youâll have to kill me yourself if you want to get to any of them.â
(Y/N) turned before Allison could say anything else, mounting her motorcycle and speeding off. Everyone she cared about was at risk because of her family, because of something she had helped do. She knew going against her family could have dire consequences for her, but she couldnât simply stand by while her own cousin hunted the people she had befriended once upon a timeâand some she had made sure to stay clear of. Even if they had supernatural abilities, the girl knew the relentlessness of her family. They had their scent, and they wouldnât let it go.
As soon as she got home, she ran to her room to find Isaac now asleep on her bed, her dog curled by his feet. He looked calm and peaceful, even, unaware of the danger he was in. (Y/N) wanted to protect him and keep him safe for the first time in a very long time.
(Y/N) slithered onto the bed as softly as she could, trying to take advantage of the forty minutes she still had left until she had to go to school. But as soon as the bed dipped, both Isaac and Brody turned their heads toward the movement. âHey,â she whispered as she finally settled onto her spot. âGo back to sleep.â
âYouâre back already?â Isaac yawned. âWhat did they say?â
âWe can discuss that later,â she dismissed. âYou need all the rest you can get, kid.â
âIs it bad?â
âLater, okay? I canât focus on that right now. I need to dream about the Roman empire before my test.â
(Y/N) walked out of the history classroom feeling content with her performance. Even if she had missed a few questions, she knew she had gotten the majority of the test right. And in the grand scheme of things, she was fine with celebrating that small victory. There might have been a killer lizard boy terrorizing the town controlled by god knows who, her best friend might have been hunted by her family, her situationship might have ended things, and her parents might have hated each other, but at least she knew she got a good grade on her test.
As she turned to the left to head to the cafeteria, she collided straight into someone, sending the book in her hands flying.
âOh, god, (Y/N),â Stilesâ voice said. âSorry. I wasnât looking.âÂ
âItâs fine,â she chuckled as she accepted his outstretched arm. âI wasnât looking either. Weâve all got a lot on our minds, I guess.â
âYou could say that again,â he laughed. But there was something different in the timber of his laughter. It wasnât bright and cheeryânot that she expected any less in a situation like the one they were in. âI feel like I havenât seen anyone in years. These daysâŠâ
âThese days have driven everyone apart, it seemsâsome more than others,â (Y/N) said with a sigh. "I thought I understood interpersonal relationships. Hell, I thought I understood what being family meant. But these past few months have shown me that I donât know anything.â
âWe know less than nothing,â Stiles added. âAnd these past weeks have taught us that.â
With a shared sigh, a thought popped into (Y/N)âs head. âDo you wanna ditch?â
âLike, school?â
âNo, church,â she mocked. âOf course, school.â
âBut thereâs still half a day left and practiceâŠâ
âWeâll be back for lacrosse practice. I know the big game is tomorrow,â she stated. âItâs just a couple of hours and lunch. You can do that, right?â
âI mean, I guess I could.â
âIf the principal has anything to say about it, he can bring it up at the next family dinner,â (Y/N) joked. "So, are you in?â
âFuck it, Iâm in.â
The pair of teens used the racket of class change in the hallways to slip out of the front doors. If anyone had noticed, they didnât care as they ran to the parking lot. But they had not planned where to go. (Y/N) went left as Stiles went right, stopping once they noticed what they had done.
âMy Jeep is better,â Stiles whispered. âIt fits more people.â
âMy bike is faster,â the girl retorted. âAnd I have an extra helmet.â
âIâm supposed to get on that death trap with you?â Stiles worried. âSo, if the Kanina doesnât get me, your bike will?â
âIâm a better driver on my bike than anyone could be in a car,â she said. âLive a little, Stiles. Who knows when weâll be gone.â
With a fearful breath and a furrowed brow, Stiles reluctantly followed (Y/N) to her motorcycle. He tightened the straps of his backpack and climbed onto the bike behind the girl. For a second, he felt safe. As he balanced his body on the back of the leather seat, he thought it was fine. Until she roared the bike to life, and it rumbled under him.
âYou might want to hold on tight,â she said. âI like to go fast.â
Stilesâ words died in his mouth as she gave the bike gas, and they sprung forward. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist a small scream left his mouth. The boy may have faced murderous lizards and wolves, but nothing could compare to the anxiety of having his life depend on a vehicle with only two wheels and no walls.
But soon into the drive, the boy leaned into the danger. His grip softened, and his fear turned into thrill. The rumble of the road felt different, the wind hitting his body was chilling but welcomed, and he felt like he could breathe. After months of treading water, he felt he could breathe.
Soon enough, they arrived at their destination. Beacon Diner was a staple in the town and a place she started frequenting with Derek up until he had decided to disappear from her life as though he had only been a passing thought.
It was odd to return to the establishment without him. Memories of their first time there came flooding back every time she went there, and that was the first time those memories had made her stomach churn. She had learned as much as she could about him, given an entire portion of her brain and her heart to him, all for Derek to simply discard it all away. But he wouldnât hold everything in town hostage for her. She wouldnât let him.
âOh, (Y/N), nice to see you back,â her usual waitress welcomed her. âCutting school again, I see.â
âJust taking an impromptu half-day, Molly,â she smiled. âFigured Iâd get some early lunch from the best place.â
âCafeteria food not cutting it?â Molly chuckled as she set menus in front of the teens. âAnd, hey, thatâs weird, no Derek today? Havenât seen the two of you here in some time.â
 âYeah. No Derek for a while,â (Y/N) managed to blurt out. âHe needs some space, I guess.â
âBoys,â Molly playfully scoffed. âWell, then, what can I get started for you two?â
The pair fell into a comfortable silence after they made their order and got their drinks. It was the first time they had ever been by themselves, and they knew they made an odd pair to the naked eye. How could anyone know the trauma that already bonded them in such a short amount of time?
âSo, things go south with Derek?â Stiles finally broke the silence after taking a sip of his unnecessary coffee, not really noticing the nonchalant tone of his words until after they had left his mouth. âI mean, you donât have to answer if you donât want to. Itâs totally up to you. I donât mean to pry.â
âItâs okay, Stiles,â she chuckled softly. âIt honestly came out of the blue. After the whole thing at the station, he said he had to put some distance between us because he couldnât be sure I wouldnât one day turn on him like Allison has turned on Scott andâŠâ
âHow Kate turned on him,â Stiles finished. âHe really said that?â
âYeah,â she sighed. Her eyes were trained on the ice of her drink because she knew if she looked at the pity in his eyes, she wouldnât be able to stop the tears. âI thought we had gotten over that, but I guess he was just waiting for the right moment to use that card.â
âIâm sorry he said that,â the boy offered. âFor what itâs worth, I donât think you could ever be like Kate. It might not mean anything coming from me. I know I havenât known you for too long, and in the short time I knew your aunt, she was trying to kill Scott and me. But youâre nothing like her, (Y/N).â
âIt means a lot, Stiles,â the girl smiled. âEspecially since I wasnât that great when I first came here.â
âYeah, you were a hard pill to swallow,â Stiles chuckled. âBut I get why you were like that. Thankfully, it didnât last long. I like not being the only one whoâs default is sarcasm.â
âI guess I got here just in time then,â she laughed. âI just wish I knew what my purpose is here. I mean, Iâm basically the odd one out.â
âHow so?â
There was a silence between them as their plates were set in front of them, an extra order of fries set between them. Molly told them it was on the house and left with a playful wink toward them. The pair burst out laughing, knowing the insinuation came from a good place.
âYou didnât answer my question,â Stiles mentioned as he popped a handful of fries into his mouth. âWhy do you feel like youâre the odd one out?â
âWhen I came here, everyone already knew their place,â (Y/N) sighed. âAnd, I donât know, I just feel like I have no role here. Like I wasnât meant to stay here for long. Hell, even Derek is the creepy loner. Iâm just⊠there.â
âOh, god, and you think we have much purpose?â Stiles sputtered. âIf it hadnât been for an accident, Scott would have never been turned, and weâd be just as oblivious to everything as the rest of Beacon Hills. Weâre all just winging it, honestly. Whatever we do right, itâs just because we most likely stumbled onto the right answer.â
âBut even without the whole werewolf, Kanima, whatever nonsense, you would have still had a life here,â she said. âThe only reason Iâm here is because my dad wanted to be close to his brother, and the only reason we stayed is⊠well, Iâm honestly not even sure why.â
âMaybe thatâs your purpose,â the boy offered. âTo find out why youâre here.â
âA journey to find my purpose in life⊠how absolutely coming-of-age film of me,â she chuckled. âCanât we just be kids for a day? Jeez.â
âYou can say that again,â Stiles laughed as he slumped in his seat. âI could do without the near-death experiences and the constant crippling anxiety.âÂ
âSomething tells me weâd still manage to be in similar situations regardless.â
âSomething tells me youâre right,â he chuckled sadly. "At least weâre not going through it aloneâwell, not completely alone.â
âIsaac might not like itâhell, he will probably be jealous that I didnât ask him to skip with meâbut youâll always have a friend in me, Stiles,â (Y/N) smiled. âI might be new at this whole thing, but Iâm still here.â
âWell, likewise. With how things are looking out, weâre all gonna need all the friends we can spare,â he said. âI just want this whole deal to be over with so we can get back to our boring, regular lives.â
âI think that might be too much to ask for,â she laughed. âMaybe letâs just hope the championship tomorrow goes on without a hitch.â
âNow thatâs something I can cheers to.â
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Speak | Chapter 26
Word Count:Â 3.6K
Summary:Â Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didnât expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.
A/N:Â don't hate me đ«Łđ«Ł
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âThanks for the ride,â (Y/N) smiled as Paul killed the engine of his truck. âIâm sorry for everything that happened today.â
âYou have nothing to be sorry about, (Y/N),â he said. âNothing that happened today is your fault.â
(Y/N) sighed as she heard the words once more, but they didnât stop the nagging feeling in her chest. Her parents had taught her from a very young age that all actions had consequencesâgood and bad. Since moving to Forks, she had found herself taking some of the worst ones in her short life. Dating Jacob was at the top of her list, but putting him over everyone, including herself, was her number one regret.
She knew she had been blinded by the fantasy of a childhood crush turning into a storybook romance. She also knew a part of her was still blinded by the love and care sheâd held for Jake for most of her life. As horrible the things he had done had been, she couldnât help but feel sorry for him. Feel sorry for whatever had broken inside him and had festered into such an evil persona. It was that sympathy that kept her from allowing the reckoning he was owed, even if she knew it would one day catch up to him.
âIâm at least sorry I got in the way,â she said, her eyes firmly trained on her hands. âI know I should have just let you deal with Jacob, butâŠâ
âYou care what happens to him,â Paul finished. âYou donât have to be sorry for caring, (Y/N). Itâs part of who you are, and itâs what makes you a good person.â
âWell, being a good person keeps getting people hurt, so I donât know how good I can actually be.â
âHey, donât do that.â His hand slipped to her chin, forcing her gaze to fall on his. He caressed her cheek with his thumb, wiping away the stray tear that had fallen down her face. âThe only thing youâre guilty of is caring too much, and that will never be a bad thing. What happens to other people because of their actions and their choices has got nothing to do with you. Jacob should be grateful that he had someone that cared for him like you did.â
âYeah, I cared about him, and you got hurt,â she sniffled as she ran her fingers softly over the bandages on his arm. âYou keep getting hurt because of me, and somehow, youâre always the one making me feel better. Itâs not fair to you.â
âTechnically, only my pride has been hurt,â he chuckled. âAnd youâre the one that has been getting the brunt of this whole thing. I mean, I donât think that even your sister went through so many things in so little time.â
âI guess her luck just rubbed off on me,â (Y/N) joked. âI just hope nothing else happens for a while. Iâd like to get at least a week off.â
âLetâs start with getting you some rest today,â Paul smiled. âAt least that we can do.â
âYeah,â she smiled. âThat sounds like a good plan.â
Paul was the first one out of the car, rounding it to open the passenger door for her. He was careful with his every move, afraid that one wrong touch could hurt her more than she already was. The placement of his hands was calculated. One was outstretched to help her jump out of the tall truck, and the other landed on the small of her back as they walked to her front door, a bag of her clothes hanging on his shoulder.
The boyâs heart was hammering against his chest as they reached the entrance. It was the first time they had been there with most things resolved. There werenât any more secrets lingering in the background, holding their thoughts hostage. There were possibilities now between them. So. Much. Possibility.
âThereâs a bloodsucker here,â Paul announced as the door swung open. âWait here.â
âNo,â (Y/N) exhaled before pushing past Paul into the house. âBELLA! Bells, are you here?â
âStop, (Y/N).â He tried to hold her back, but the younger Swan slipped out of his grip and walked further inside. âWe donât know if the leech is still here.â
âI just need to know that my sister is okay,â she whimpered. âIf itâs the vampire from last nightâŠâ
âWhatâs going on?â Bella asked as she peered out of the kitchen. âWhy are you yelling?âÂ
âOh my god!â (Y/N) ran toward her sister and wrapped her arms tightly around her. âPaul said he smelled a vampire, and I thought it could have been Victoria, and I was so worried.âÂ
âForget about me, (Y/N). What the hell happened to you?â Bella screeched. She pulled the sleeves of the sweater she was wearing up, taking her time to make note of every bandage that covered her sisterâs before running her fingers over the scratches on her face. âWhat happened last night? Charlie told me you stayed over at the Uleyâs.â
âA lot happened, Bells,â (Y/N) sighed. She followed her sister to the dining table, smiling as Bella placed a glass of water for her and Paul. âI, uh, broke things off with Jake, which went horribly. Then I had the brilliant idea to run into the woods by myself, where I encountered your friend Victoria.â
âOh no, (Y/N).â
âYeah,â she chuckled awkwardly. âShe thought that by killing me, she could hurt you before inevitably killing you. She said it was only fair to hurt everyone around you before killing you since the Cullens killed her mate.â
âI canât believe this, (Y/N),â Bella sniffled. âI could have lost you last night.â
âPaul got to me just in time, though,â the girl smiled softly, placing a comforting hand on Paulâs. ïżœïżœïżœJared and Sam ran her off after, back into the water like yesterday morning. Emily took care of my wounds, and I slept over there. But, uh, thereâs something else.â
âWhat is it, (Y/N)? What happened?â
âLast nightâŠâ Before (Y/N) could say anything else, footsteps on the stairs caught everyoneâs attention. âIs there someone here, Bells?â
âOh, uh, yes. ItâsâŠâ
âBella?â a broken voice called out, making the older Swan spring from her seat.
Paul and (Y/N) followed the girl toward the voice, coming face-to-face with another girl that anyone would describe as pixie-like. Her golden eyes were hazed over, and her mind seemed a million miles away. But one thing was certain: She was a vampire, and she was in (Y/N)âs home.
The wolf instinctively placed himself in front of his imprint, shielding her from the girl who was his natural-born enemy. It took everything inside him not to phase at that moment, ripping the girl to shreds just for being a vampire. But the thought of (Y/N) getting hurt kept him grounded, anchored to his humanity, and focused solely on her safety.
âWhatâs wrong, Alice?â Bella worried as she ran toward the trembling Cullen. âTell me whatâs wrong.â
âEdward,â the vampire whispered.
âWho is this, Bella?â (Y/N) questioned from behind Paul. âWhy is she here?â
âOh, uh, this is Alice,â Bella stammered. Sheâs Edwardâs sister. Sheâs here because she thought I had, um, offed myself on the cliffs yesterdayâshe can see the future. But for some reason, she didnât see you saving me, so she came here, where she found me alive and well.â
âDoes that mean the whole family is coming back?â Paul asked through gritted teeth. âThe pack needs to know if they are.â
âNo. Sheâs just visiting,â Bella responded before turning back to Alice. âWhat happened to Edward? What did he do?âÂ
âI donât⊠What is he thinking?!â
Bella followed the girl as she frantically searched inside her bag, pulling out a silver phone and dialing numbers faster than the human eye could see. She spoke to a Rosalie on the phone, confirming that Bella was, in fact, alive and that she needed to speak to Carlisle desperately. Alice was frantic and worried, muttering words faster than (Y/N) could understand. The were names she hadnât heard of and gaps in her story that she didnât understand.
âWait, Alice, Carlisleâs back,â Bella interjected. âHe called before (Y/N) got here. Jacob was the one that answered.â
âJacob was here?â (Y/N) mumbled, her words trembling as they came out. âWhen?â
âQuite a while before you got here,â her sister shrugged. âHe told him that Charlie was at the funeral.â
âWhat exactly did Jacob say, Bella?â
âHe said, âHeâs not here,â and when Carlisle asked where Charlie was, Jacob said, âAt the funeral.ââ Alice sank to her knees and let out a sound of despair, heartbreaking to anyone who heard. Bella cradled the girlâs face, forcing her to look into her eyes. âWhat is it, Alice?â
âIt wasnât Carlisle on the phone,â the vampire sighed. âIt was Edward, and he thinks youâre dead.â
âRosalie told him what you saw, didnât she?â
âIn her defense, she did believe it. The family relies on my sight far too much for something that can oftentimes be too unreliable,â Alice said. âBut I canât believe she would go as far as tracking him down to tell him this.â
âWhen Edward called, he thought it was my funeral Jacob spoke of,â Bella realized. âWell, we can just straighten things out when he calls again. Weâll just tell him that Iâm okay.â
Alice seemed at a loss for words when Bella uttered that last sentence. Her eyes flickered like tears wanted to spill out, but nothing happened. Her limbs trembled, and her lip quivered, concern taking over her body.
âI donât think Edward is gonna call again, Bella,â (Y/N) mumbled. âIsnât that right, Alice?â
âHe believed her,â Alice answered meekly. âHeâs going to Italy.â
It took a second for Bella to understand what she meant, and everything came crumbling down on her. âNo, he canât be serious,â she breathed. âHe canât do that. He doesnât get to do that.â
âHis mind is made up.â
âHe left! He didnât want me anymore,â the older Swan exclaimed. âHe doesnât get to do this now. He knew I would die at some point.â
âI donât think he planned to outlive you by long.â
âSo, thatâs it? Thereâs nothing anyone can do? Nothing you can do?â
âWell, thereâs one thing that might work, but I donât think I could ask that of you, Bella,â Alice said, speaking so low that it seemed she only wanted Bella to hear. âIf Edward gives into his theatrical tendencies, we might have time to stop his idiotic plan. But I just canât ask that of you.â
âYou mean go to Italy to stop him,â Bella stated. âThatâs what you want me to do? Go to Italy and stop the boy that broke my heart from killing himself.â
âI know itâs a lot to ask of you after everything, Bella. And maybe it might be something extreme to ask of you, but itâs the only way I can think of where Edward stays alive. He wonât listen just to me, Bella. Youâre the only one heâll ever stop for.â
âHe left me! He doesnât get to be the one that suffers,â she scoffed. âItâs not that he deserves to die, but he also shouldnât act like heâs the heartbroken one.â
âI wouldnât be asking if I thought there was any other way, Bella.â
âWhat do you think, (Y/N)?â Bella asked, turning to her sister. âWhat do you think I should do?â
(Y/N) stepped out from behind Paul and took her sisterâs outstretched hand. âYou still care about him, Bells,â the girl whispered. âI know how much he hurt you, and Iâm not saying he deserves a second chance, but if you think heâs worth saving, then maybe you should go.â
âHe broke me, (Y/N),â she sobbed. âBut I canât just let him die.â
âThen go, Bella,â (Y/N) said. âSave him, but promise me youâll give him hell after.â
âWhat if something happens? What if I miss your birthday? What if itâs not even worth it?â
âLook, Bells. I canât answer two of those things. But I know that youâd regret not helping,â she answered. âNow, I know Alice here will make sure youâre safe,â the girl stated, boring her gaze into the vampireâs. âBecause Iâm sure she can guess that if anything happens to you, I will go to the ends of the earth to find her. And Iâll have a wolf by my side.â
âYes, of course,â Alice stammered quickly, fidgeting in her step as Paul stood taller and straighter. âIâll make sure sheâs okay.â
âSee?â (Y/N) smiled. âAnd weâll celebrate my birthday when youâre back home. Safe and sound.â
âOh god, what about Charlie?â
âYouâll leave a noteâfor him and me so that he doesnât know Iâm involved,â the girl chuckled. âIâll tell him I found it and try to keep things cool with him. Canât promise he wonât ground you, but at least heâll know youâre okay.â
âWhat about you and your safety? Victoria is still around.â
âSheâll be safe,â Paul interjected. âCharlie, too. I donât care about the treaty. No other leech is getting near this house.â
âYeah, because youâve done such a good job at that,â Alice muttered under her breath.
âSomething you wanna say, bloodsucker?â
âNowâs not the time for this war,â (Y/N) said, squeezing Paulâs forearm. âWrite that note, Bells. Get your passport, your ID, your phone, and be careful.â
Bella stumbled into the kitchen, searching through the drawers to find a notepad and a pen before running to her room and making a quick bag. She muttered how crazy everything was the whole time she did so, tripping over clothes and shoes at the same time. Meanwhile, Paul stood protectively by (Y/N)âs side, staring down the vampire girl as though she had been the one to attack the girl between them. In his mind, they were all the same, and they were all a threat to (Y/N).
The tension that hung in the air was choking, and it took everything in both supernaturals not to give in to their natural instincts. But it was finally cut when Bella came stumbling down the stairs, a bag draped on her shoulder.
âIâll be in the car,â Alice announced. âWe have to hurry.â
âYouâll be okay, right?â Bella asked her sister as the vampire disappeared through the door. âTell me to stay, and I will.â
âI know you want to go, Bells,â (Y/N) smiled softly, taking her sisterâs hands comfortingly. âJust come back to me alive, okay?â
âI promise,â the older girl said. âTake care of Charlie for me, yeah?â
âYou donât have to worry about that.â
âAnd you,â Bella said as she stared at Paul, âtake care of my sister.â
âSheâll be safe with me.â
The sound of an engine roaring to life cut the moment short, signaling the seconds passing by. âI guess thatâs my cue,â Bella said. âIâll see you when Iâm back. I love you, (Y/N).â
âI love you too, Bella,â the girl smiled, taking her sister in a tight hug. "Be safe.â
Paul and (Y/N) stood by the door as they watched Bella speed away with Alice. There was an understanding that there was a chance that the older Swan could have very much been flying to her death, but it wasnât something either of them spoke of out loud. Maybe if they said it, there was a chance it could become reality. So, they remained in silence until there was no sign that a car had been on that street.
In that same silence, (Y/N) closed the front door behind them and found her way to the couch. She didnât know when it happened, but her eyes closed for a second, and the next, Paul was setting a plate in front of her and heading for the door.
âWhere are you going?â (Y/N) croaked out. âYouâre leaving?â
âI thought it would have been best to let you rest,â he said as he scratched the back of his neck. âYou must be exhausted from everything thatâs happened today.â
âI donât want you to go,â she admitted. âNot yet, at least. Did you eat, too?â
âYeah. I, uh, helped myself to a sandwich while you slept.â
âWell, thatâs good,â she chuckled. âBut that doesnât mean that you can just go without saying anything.â
âI didnâtâŠâ
âItâs okay, Paul,â the girl laughed. âItâs not like you can go too far. Not with Victoria still around.â
âWeâll get her, you know? I donât want you to worry about that.â
âI know,â (Y/N) smiled. âBut itâs still terrifying to know that sheâs out there and she wants to hurt me and my family. Seeing what she can doâŠâ
âThat should have never happened to you, (Y/N),â Paul worried as he sat beside her. âKnowing that leech was out there, we should have kept a closer eye on you. I wouldnât blame you if you thought it was my fault.â
âI donât blame you, Paul. I donât blame anyone from the pack, either. Other than Jake, you have done nothing wrong.â She took his hand in hers, giving him a smile that could take anyoneâs breath away. âYou saved me last night, Paul. Hell, youâve been trying to save me from the very beginning of this. I wonât say that everything thatâs happened isnât absolutely crazy and honestly otherworldly, but itâs most definitely not your fault.â
âThen why do I feel like it is?â
âBecause youâre a good person. Because you care. Because youâre exactly the person youâve always wanted to be,â she assured. It was the first time in a long time that the tears that brimmed on her eyes did not come from pain or sadness. Through it all, she felt happy. âYouâre the type of guy youâve always said I deserved. The kind that helps a seven-year-old hide from her friends in his neighborâs shed. The kind that gives a little girl a meaningful bracelet 30 minutes after meeting her and waits every year for her to come back. The kind that would rather win me over than take advantage of a supernatural bond. The kind that jumps into freezing water to help me get to shore. Thatâs who you are, Paul.â
âItâs not who I used to be, though,â he sighed deeply. He wanted to break her gaze, look away from the eyes that were boring into his soul. But he couldnât. Not when they were filled with a glimmer that he couldnât break from. âThatâs who you know now. What if the guy that everyone hates is who I really am?â
âIs that what you think? That youâre not a good guy?â
âI wasnât, (Y/N). I was everything people say I was,â he said. His voice trembled as the words spilled from his mouth. Paul was surprised to where the conversation had shifted to, much more after the day theyâd had. But he couldnât stop the sentences as they came. He didnât want to stop them. âIâve never had the best role models when it comes to⊠well, everything. After the divorce, I rarely see my mom, and my dad is almost never at the houseâheâs had to work hard as a single parent. Aside from the constant fighting and the separation, if the mix between them was bad, what makes me think that I could be good? Iâm literally made up of half of each of them.â
(Y/N) could see the torment in Paulâs eyes, and for the first time, she finally understood. âYou are not your parents, Paul,â she replied softly. âWe are not our parents. Sure, our genetic makeup is composed of half of theirs, but that makes it an entirely new thing. We make our own choices. We have our own paths to follow. They already chose theirs.â
âYou donât know them, though, (Y/N). It was bad. They were bad.â
âDo you trust me, Paul?â the girl blurted. âReally, trust me.â
âWith my life.â
âThen do you trust me when I say that I think youâre a good guy?â (Y/N) smiled. âDo you trust that I think youâre one of the best people Iâve ever met?â
âI justâŠâ
âIf you truly trust me, you will believe me,â she said, inching closer to him. The sofa cushion sank between them, and the air around them changed. It wasnât heavy and charged any more, at least not with angst and despair. There was something else nowâsomething they had both been running from. âYou said you trusted me, Paul.â
âI do,â he grinned, meeting her closer and closer as the distance between them shortened. âThereâs no one I would trust more.â
âGood,â she smirked, slipping her hands from his to his shoulders. âBecause I think youâre a great guy.â
One inch. That was all it would take to satiate the question of how their lips molded against each other. Just one gust of wind would have them seeing fireworks and sparks, igniting an everlasting fire in their chests and the pit of their guts.
Just.
One.
More.
Inch.
But that would have been too easy, and the universe didnât seem to like to play easy with them.
The sound of a car door slamming startled them apart, stealing the air from their lungs as though they had been caught doing something scandalous. Their skin burned and reddened, and beads of sweat formed quickly on their foreheads.
âYour dadâs here,â Paul said as he cleared his throat, scrambling to sit on the armchair in the corner of the room. âHeâs walking up to the door.â
âWell, time to face the music, I guess,â (Y/N) chuckled awkwardly. âGotta pretend I donât know that my sister is well on her way to Italy to save her shitty ex.â
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Collision | Chapter 23
Word Count:Â 4.4K
Warnings: medical procedures, death
Story Description:Â (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)âs and her life will never be the same.
A/N:Â goodness me, I know it's been forever since I've updated anything. I've been in a bit of a mental rut and nothing was coming to me, but I'm finishing up a couple of updates so I'll definitely be publishing a few things this week. Also, please don't hate me for updating the less loved Twilight fic. Speak is coming soon đ«Łđ«Ł also also, new character đđ
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(Y/N) knew it had been too quiet for too long.
Well, not entirely quiet.
After the encounter with Laurent in the woods, his friend Victoria had shown up. The vampire had gone through hitchhikers in Forks like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet. It had the sheriff station in Forks and La Push on high alert. There were too many bodies and not enough explanationsâat least none that could be known by the public.
The pack had already doubled their efforts during their patrols, doing all in their power to run the redhead out of their land while protecting the Swan duo in theirs. They had lost sleep and had been overworked for weeks. The vampire had bested them in every move, taunting the pack with her swift and calculated moves.
But the important thing was that Bella was safe, and she seemed to be getting better. At least for the past couple of weeks, she had been better. Thatâs what (Y/N) thought until she got a call one early March morning.
âWhat do you mean Bella knows about you?â (Y/N) said through gritted teeth. âAnd it happened a week ago? Why am I just finding out? I literally talked to her before spring break started.â
âIt seems Jacob hinted to the stories she used to hear when she was a kid,â Sam sighed. âGotta give it to the kid. He really found a workaround the rules. I was gonna tell you as soon as it happened, but you had your exams and everything, so no one wanted to worry you with it.â
âHow did she take it? Is everyone okay?â
âWell, Jake and Paul had a little row because Bella blamed us for Jacob keeping his distance from her,â her brother chuckled. âAnd, well, Paul got a bit mouthy, and Bella ended up slapping himâat least, attempting toâwhich cause him to get angry and phase. Subsequently Jacob phased to protect her. Theyâre both fine now and Bella knows everything.â
âAnd no rules were broken I suppose,â (Y/N) sighed. âBut Bella now knows about wolves and vampires and somehow is back in the center of all supernatural danger. Isnât this all just great?âÂ
âThis is gonna sound harsh, but I prefer her being hunted than you, (Y/N),â Sam admitted. âI know we can protect you in our land, but this one is ruthless and relentless. I would hate for her to have your scent.â
âWell, she doesnât, thankfully,â she said. âDonât think she even had my description since you killed her friend. But I thought we were gonna be more proactive when sharing information now.â
âI know, but I wanted you to at least pass that test first,â he confessed. âLook at you now, on your first week as a student doctor.â
âI still canât believe itâs happening,â (Y/N) exclaimed. âI donât know what spirits are looking out for me, but itâs almost unbelievable that Iâve been able to do any of this. It takes months for Step 1 to be revised and for college credits to go through. But Iâm knocking on wood that these miracles keep happening like this. Might just become the youngest doctor in Washington.â
âIf thereâs anyone who could do it, it had to be my genius sister.â
âThanks for the flattery, it does me well in the mornings,â she chuckled. âBut I do have to get into work soon. So, thank you for this new information. I will call Bella and see how sheâs doing after my shift.â
âAlright, sounds good, Dr. Uley.â
âI like how that sounds,â she beamed. âIâll see you after work. Bye, Sam.â
âBye, Dr. Uley.â
When (Y/N) entered the hospital that morning, she believed it would be another routine day. A couple of flu cases, possibly some broken bones in the ER, maybe even a more pressing case. But she had not expected to see Harry Clearwater coming through the doors of the emergency room, Sue trailing close behind.
â(Y/N), Iâm gonna need you on this one,â Dr. Mollins, the ER attending, called. âLetâs move the patient to Trauma 1. Talk to me.â
âWeâve got a man in his mid to late 50s showing signs of a severe myocardial infarction,â the paramedic said as he pushed the gurney into the building. âHe went into cardiac arrest during transport, but we were able to regain sinus rhythm. He was administered two milligrams of epi.â
(Y/N) felt stuck in her spot, her limbs frozen as the familiar faces moved past her. She had seen her fair share of emergencies during her time at the hospital and her past internships. But seeing someone that she knew completely defenseless and unconscious shot ice through her veins.
âDr. Uley!â Mollins called her again. âI need you here, now!âÂ
âYes, o-of course,â the young woman stammered as she felt her brain finally jumpstart. She sent Sue an apologetic smile as she walked through the curtain that separated Harryâs room from the rest of the beds. âIâm here.â
As soon as she slid the curtain behind her, (Y/N), Eden Mollins, and a nurse started to examine Harry. His blood was extracted, his pulse and his blood pressure were taken, his lungs were listened to, and his temperature was taken. All the while, the man remained unconscious, and (Y/N) prayed to whatever was out there that he at least opened his eyes.
Every second that passed, the girlâs breath hitched in her throat. All she could do was think back at the summers she would spend in the Clearwaters home, running around with Seth and Leah while Harry watched over them, how he and Billy would gather all the kids around the bonfire to tell them stories about the ancestors, how he watched over her and Sam when her father had decided to disappear from their lives.
âI wanna run an EKG and an Echo on the patient,â Eden instructed. âAnd call in a CT and a chest MRI. The patient is still unconscious, soâŠâ
âHarry,â (Y/N) choked out. âHis name is Harry.â
âExcuse me?â
âThe patientâs name is Harry,â she restated. âHarry Clearwater.â
âDo you know the pa⊠Mr. Clearwater, Uley?â
âYes, I do.â
âYou have to tell me right now if that will impair your treatment of the patient today, Uley,â the doctor said. âI cannot have you freeze like you did.â
âGood,â he nodded. âHe seems stable for now, so go out there and get some background from the wife. Can you do that?â
âYes, sir.â
âAlright then.â
The doctor slid the curtains open to reveal a teary-eyed Sue. Once he was gone, (Y/N) allowed herself to throw her arms around the woman, wrapping her in a tight, warm hug as she whispered how sorry she was. âWhat happened, Sue?â she whispered. âWhat caused this? He seemed fine last week.â
âOh gods, (Y/N), it was just too much for him,â the woman sniffled. âIt was Leah. She phased.â
âW-what? Leah shifted into a wolf? How is that possible?â
âThatâs not all. The second Harry was down, Seth phased too,â she added. âHe said only boys turned into wolves, (Y/N). How could it be that Leah is one too?â
âI could not tell you, Sue,â (Y/N) breathed. âThis is just as new to me as it is to you. But what could have triggered the change in Leah? I donât get it. Thought there were normally signs.â
âWell, she had been acting out a lot recently, and her body started changing dramatically. I thought she was just being a normal moody teenager and that maybe she was going through a second puberty,â Sue sighed. âBut this morning, we were arguing about how horrible her mood swings had been, and she just exploded. One second, my daughter was standing before us. And the next, there was a grey wolf breaking through our couch. The shock sent Harry down. His heart just couldnât take itâyou know heâs always had trouble with it. Then, Sethâpoor thingâseeing his father go down got so anxious that he shifted too. I tried calling Sam after I called 911, but Emily told me he was out with his wolves chasing that leech out of the forest.
âIt was all so sudden, (Y/N),â the woman cried, taking (Y/N)âs offered hand. âShe ran out the door with Seth behind and I couldnât stop them. I had to get Harry to the hospital.â
âOh, Sue, thatâs just horrible,â the girl said. âI canât believe that happened.â
âTell me, (Y/N). Is it bad? Is Harry gonna be okay?â
(Y/N) took in a steadying breath as she braced herself to tell one of the people who had essentially raised her that her husband was not showing good signs. How could she speak those words when she didnât want to believe them herself? âLook, Sue, I canât lie to you. Things are not looking good,â she explained. âWith his age, his pre-existing condition, and the severity of this episode, itâs still too early to tell. We need him to wake up in order to assess the situation fully. If notâŠâ
âI know,â Sue interjected. âI just donât know what I would do without him.â
âOkay, letâs not go there just yet, Sue,â (Y/N) stammered. âWhy donât you call someone to be with you while we run labs? I wouldnât want you to be alone right now.â
âDonât worry about me, (Y/N),â she softly smiled. âI already called Charlie and Billy. Theyâre on their way here already.â
âGood. Iâm gonna go check on his labs. If you need anything or need me here, just let one of the nurses know and theyâll page me right back.â
âThatâs alright, (Y/N). I know youâre busy.â
When she left the room, (Y/N) finally felt like she could breathe. But there was a nagging in the deepest corners of her head that was telling her that something bad was going to go down. Yet, she wanted to listen to the rational side of her brain. Harry was in the best place to receive treatment if another episode were to happen. She had to trust that they would be able to help him. She simply had to.
The girl busied herself with other patientsâ labs and filing anything that kept her as far away from Harryâs results as possible. She couldnât face another loss so quickly. Not yet. She wasnât sure if her heart could take it.
During her short life, (Y/N) had faced too many grievances that had forced her to grow up too quickly. Her father had walked out of her life when she was too young, and she needed him the most, forcing her mother to spend too much time at work and too little time at home. Most of the time, it was only Sam and her at home dealing with their schoolwork and food. Then, right as they were learning how to be the dynamic duo, she was accepted at St. Agustine Prep, and she had to learn how to be by herself for the better part of four years. After, she met the man she thought would be her future, and he ripped her heart apart like it hadnât been fragile to begin with. Sadness was simply a part of (Y/N)âs existence, but she didnât think there was more she could take.
(Y/N) prayed quietly. She prayed harder than she ever had before in her life. She didnât know to what exactly, but she prayed.
And yet, the universe rarely played things out in the way she wanted.
The young woman was on her way to greet Billy Black and Charlie Swan when a loud ringing alarm called her attention. It was the soundtrack of despair, the theme song of disappointment, and the last thing (Y/N) wanted to hear. Her legs started moving before she could think twice, setting off for Harryâs room. There, the flatlining sound filled her ears, mixed with Sueâs pleas for help as nurses pulled her aside to allow the doctors to work.
âThe patientâs coding, Uley,â Eden called out. âStart compressions. This is your call.â
(Y/N) was already on Harry before Mollins had finished his sentence. Her full attention was on her counts, pressing on his chest like she had been taught to do. One, two, three, four, all the way to thirty before the nurse administered air pumps. Then again, and again.
âPush one milligram of epi,â (Y/N) called out, not stopping her compressions for another three minutes. âCheck rhythm.âÂ
As she removed her hands, the screen showed a red line once more, and that pesky sound filled the room again. âStill asystole,â Eden said. âPush another milligram and clear for defib.âÂ
(Y/N) continued her work as sweat formed on her forehead. She pushed into the manâs chest at a steady pace, even when she felt her limbs wanted to give out. Her legs trembled under her, and her heart hammered loudly against her chest, but she couldnât stop. Even after two defibrillations that yielded no results, the girl kept administering compressions.
âUley, itâs time to call it,â Mollins whispered softly at the young doctor. âItâs been over thirty minutes.âÂ
âNo!â (Y/N) exclaimed. Beads of sweat were falling down her face and mixing with her tears, but she couldnât bring herself to stop. Not for Harry. âIâve gotta keep going!âÂ
â(Y/N),â Eden called her, taking hold of her wrists and forcing her gaze to break from the man. âItâs time to call it.â
âI canât,â she trembled as she fell onto the doctor. âHe canâtâŠâÂ
But the consistent sound of a flatline killed her words. That was it. Her first patient was gone, and it was someone she had looked up to like a father. Despite all of her efforts, he was gone, and there was nothing else she could do about it.
âTime of death: 1542,â the doctor called to the nurse before turning back to the crumbling girl. âYou did everything you could, (Y/N). You did everything right.â
âBut heâs gone,â she cried. âHeâs gone, and I couldâve done more.â
âNo. There was nothing at all that you could have done,â Eden said. "Unfortunately, this is part of the job. We canât save them all, (Y/N), but you absolutely did everything you could have.âÂ
âI know I canât save them all, but I needed to save him.âÂ
âTell you what, Iâm gonna break the news to the family right now,â the young man said. âYouâre gonna take a second to compose yourself before you go out there, and I want you to take the rest of the day off to rest.âÂ
âI shouldnâtâŠâÂ
âI know that itâs unconventional, and most doctors would have said that you needed to get used to it,â he added. âBut you need this, (Y/N). This case is too personal, and I know itâs gonna take a toll on you.âÂ
âOkay,â she whimpered. âThank you, Dr. Mollins.âÂ
âI already told you, (Y/N). When weâre off a case, itâs Eden.âÂ
The moment Eden left the room, the silence that filled it was worse than the beeping and the alarms. It was eerie and loaded, and it made (Y/N) feel like it would swallow her at any moment.
Yet, the only other presence there was Harry. His face was covered with a white sheet, shielding his body from everyone. And for that, she was thankful. (Y/N) couldnât look at his face. She knew her mind would trick her into thinking that he was merely sleeping and that at any moment, he would wake up and say the most unfunny joke she had heard of, but she would have laughed anyway because it would have meant that he was alive.
âIâm so sorry, Harry,â she whispered to him. âI tried so hard. I hope you know that.â
âHe does, honey.â Sueâs voice startled her. Tears stained the womanâs face, but her desperation was gone. She wrapped her arms around the younger girl, smoothing down her hair in a comforting manner. âHe knows how hard you fought for him, (Y/N). It was just his time.â
âHe was fine just last week,â she sobbed. âI canât believe heâs just gone now.â
âAs long as he is in our memories, he will never truly be gone,â the woman smiled sadly. âBut he is with our spirits now, reunited with his ancestors.â
âHarry will never be forgotten that I can promise you, Sue.â
âHe really loved you, (Y/N),â Sue mentioned. âHe was always so amazed by everything that you were doing. He loved to boast about how far he knew youâd go to literally anyone who would listen. Deep down, he wanted Leah and Sam to work out so weâd be officially family.â
âIâm really gonna miss him, Sue. I wish I had spent more time with him these last few years. And nowâŠâ
âOh, honey, no. Donât do that,â the woman comforted. âHarry knew how busy you are, how busy youâve always been. He was just so happy to know you were doing something you loved.â
âMay his soul rest easy now,â the girl whimpered before placing a hand on Harryâs. âUntil we meet again, Harry.â
(Y/N) excused herself from the room, allowing Sue to have one last moment with Harry. Outside, she acknowledged Charlie and Billy, giving them a sad smile before she disappeared into the doctorâs locker rooms. She couldnât face another person who was close to Harry, not when she could still feel the beat of his heart under her hands.
Inside the locker room, she allowed herself to break down. She crumpled to the floor, clutching at her chest as every emotion came barreling down on her. There was pain and turmoil, anger and disappointment. But most of all, it was the harrowing sadness that she had been carrying since she was a little girl that draped itself over her, swallowing her completely and dragging her into the darkness.
Until a voice pulled her out. âHey, hey, Uley,â Eden called as he kneeled in front of her. âCome on, you need to breathe. Take a deep breath.â
âI-I-I c-canât,â she stammered. Her breath got trapped in her chest, tightening her lungs and making them burn for oxygen.
âYes, you can. Come on,â he encouraged. âMatch my breaths, okay? Come on, in and out.â
Eden took deep breaths, exhaling after holding them for five seconds. His hands found hers, forcing her gaze to snap to his. He continued the breathing exercises until she was finally able to match his pace. Her body stopped shaking, and feeling started returning to her limbs as her sobs quieted down. As weakness took over her, (Y/N) crashed onto Edenâs chest, allowing him to wrap her in a warm and comforting hug.
It was an unexpected embrace that she was more than thankful for. Eden had come to the hospital three months after Carlisle had left to fill the hole left in the emergency department. When (Y/N) had entered and started her clinical rotations, he had been tasked with being her teacher in emergency medicine. Â
He had not taken to her quickly. From her work as a medical assistant, he had said she was far too young and too inexperienced to be in the hospital. Though he had eaten his words in a short amount of time, he still seemed to hold some sort of disdain for her. At least, thatâs what she had thought until that very moment.
âHey, there you go,â he cooed. âJust keep breathing, okay?â
âGods,â (Y/N) croaked out. âIâm sorry. I know I should be okay with death, but thisâŠâ
âYou donât have to apologize, (Y/N). Never apologize for the emotions youâre feeling,â Eden reassured. âEspecially not after losing someone close to you. That is something no one could ever fault you for.â
âWhy are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?â the girl blurted. âItâs not that I donât appreciate it, but itâs not a secret that you donât really like me.â
âWhy would you think that?â she asked, his tone hinting at being slightly offended. âI donât think Iâve given any indication of that.â
âCome on, Eden. Youâre always giving me dirty looks and have gotten mad at me at any turn this whole week. Itâs not hard to decipher that you donât really enjoy my presence at the hospital.â
âOh god, no. That has nothing to do with youâat least not directly,â he quickly assured. "I think youâre a brilliant doctor, and Iâm honestly so impressed that youâre here at your age. My attitude has more to do with the fact that my parents saw you working here a week after I finally got here, and they were on me because I could have been like you.â
âWhat, a terrified nineteen-year-old playing at being a doctor?â
âChrist, I didnât think youâd heard that,â he grimaced. âThat came from a really childish place. Itâs just that my parents have always pushed me to be the best, much to my detriment. I had the ability to jump a few grades or do dual enrollment like you did, but I wanted the whole high school experience. So, even if I graduated at sixteen and finished my bachelor's in three years, I could have always done better. So, here I am at twenty-five and already an attending, but in comes a nineteen-year-old med student who somehow was able to skip two whole years of med school and had an almost perfect Step 1 score, and suddenly my achievements arenât good enough anymore. Iâm sorry I ever said that. I mean, Iâm a grown-ass man caring what my parents think.â
âDonât worry,â she smiled softly. âIt just made me want to prove myself even more. Iâm kind of used to people underestimating me.â
âYeah, I quickly learned I shouldnât have,â he chuckled. âYouâre a great doctor, (Y/N), and a great person.â
âWell, thank you,â she beamed. "It honestly means a lot coming from you, especially now.â
âI can promise that was the first and last time I ever underestimate you,â Eden smiled brightly. âNow, you should go home. Your brother just came back.â
âCame back?â
âHe arrived when you were down at the CT scan, but he left for an emergency,â the man responded. âHe just came back a minute after you left the room.â
At the word emergency, (Y/N) jumped to her feet and ran toward the emergency room, new tears forming in the corners of her eyes. It was a word that held too much weight even before the entire picture was shown. After that morning, the girl could only expect the worst.
Her limbs carried her automatically, her brain not registering where she was going until she crashed into someone. âIs someone else hurt?â she managed to croak out. âTell me what happened, Sam.â
âHey, breathe, (Y/N),â her brother instructed as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. âNo oneâs hurt. Okay? It was just an accident.â
âThat still doesnât make things clearer. What accident?â
âBella sort of jumped or slipped off a high cliff while we were running Victoria all the way up to the Canadian border,â he said. âI had been here for no more than ten minutes when Jared called me and said that Jake had gotten there just in time. Sheâs fine now. A bit shaken up and cold, but sheâs at Billyâs house resting. You donât have to worry, (Y/N). Itâs been handled.â
âSo, she almost drowned, and all sheâs doing is sleeping it off?â (Y/N) exclaimed. âWhy didnât you bring her here? She needs to be checked out!â
â(Y/N), I need you to calm down, okay? She chose not to come, and you shouldnât be worrying about this. You should be going home and resting, too.â
âBut sheâsâŠâ
âYouâre in no headspace to worry about other people, Bean,â Sam cooed as he smoothed down his sisterâs hair. âGo home, kid. Rest up. Weâve got things from here.â
âButâŠâ
âGo home, (Y/N),â Sue interjected, a kind smile softly stretching her face. âAll thatâs left here is legal mumbo jumbo. Youâve done everything you possibly can.â
âI just feel like I need to help in some way. Either here or with Bella. I justâŠâ
âYou canât help anyone if you donât take care of yourself, Bean,â her brother interrupted. âI promise weâve got everything handled here, kid.â
After much insistence and a lot of back-and-forth, (Y/N) finally agreed to take her afternoon off and head back home. But loneliness was quick to follow as soon as she was by herself. It sank its claws into her throat and started a never-ending stream of tears that stained her cheeks. Helplessness gripped her chest, nagging at her mind and reminding her of all the things she couldnât do.
Before she knew it, the afternoon had slowly shifted into night, and (Y/N)âs eyes had fluttered shut in the hospital parking lot. Now, with less weight in her heart and a tight knot in her neck, she sputtered her truck to life and started her trip back home, where she would most likely repeat the same process all over again.
When she got there, the house was eerily quiet, and the cold seeped into her bones as though winter was still scratching its way to the surface. But she knew why it felt that way, and she knew it would be like that for a long time.
Other than Sue, (Y/N) couldnât get Seth and Leah out of her head. Not only had they been sprung into the supernatural world in such a dramatic way, but they had also lost their father and had not been able to say goodbye. She wondered if they were scared or angry, if a part of them felt guilty. She knew she did, and she couldnât imagine how heavy it had to weigh on their own hearts and minds.
She was typing their house number when her house phone suddenly rang in her hand, startling her. âHello?â she said through the phone.
â(Y/N), hi, itâs uh, Bella,â the Swan girl stammered in her usual fashion. âI heard about⊠Iâm so sorry.â
âThanks, Bella,â she smiled sadly, swallowing down the knot that threatened to close her throat. âAre you okay? Sam told me what happened this morning.â
âYeah, Iâm okay. It was just a horrible accident,â Bella answered quickly. âBut Iâm fine now. I was actually calling about something else.â
âOh. Uh, what is it?âÂ
âDo you think you could come over right after the funeral?â
âTo your house?â (Y/N) questioned. âWhy?â
âI think thereâs someone you should see.âÂ
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In the Heat of the Moment MASTERLIST
[the pictures are not mine, simply the edit. MC is art done by InfinitFantasy]
Status: Completed
Summary:Â Every month female Omatikayans go through their heat whilst men go through their rut. Itâs a time for mates to engage in the most animalistic desires. But when one of the two is gone, it can be a rather painstaking endeavor. With Neteyam gone on a hunting trip, (Y/N) has to go through her heat alone for the first time. Or does she?
Parts:Â 1 Â 2Â 3Â 4Â 5 6 Epilogue
Jake's Version: 5 6 Epilogue
Glossary:
oeyÀ hĂŹâi ÊŒawpo: my little one
nĂŹ'ul: more
oe kin nĂŹâul: I need more
oe miadv vay set kin nĂŹâul: I still need more
rutxe: please
sevin: beautiful
srane: yes
'eveng: child
oel ngati kameie: I see you
pseng: where
peng oe pseng: tell me where
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Bound | Chapter 6
Word Count:Â 4.5K
Summary:Â Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she couldâve hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?
A/N:Â I have had 0 inspiration to write, but I've been working on a couple of new things, especially an avatar request that came in last year đđ
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Two years had passed since the night that should have been her last, and Rosalie had felt it. Now that she truly had forever to look forward to, it should have felt like the blink of an eye. But she couldnât help but feel like life had decided just to drag her along.Â
It had been two years, and she still didnât feel quite part of the family. She enjoyed Esmeâs company and valued Carlisleâs mind, but Edward was worse than a weed that wouldnât stop growing. No matter how many times you plucked it, it simply grew back. He was irritating and insufferable, and it made Rosalieâs just that much irksome.Â
They hadnât been able to remain in Rochester for too long due to the girlâs victims, and he never failed to mention it. It was as though he would find any moment he could to bother her. And his mind-reading powers didnât help to subside his already massive ego, believing that just because could listen to the thoughts of others that he knew everything.Â
But he didnât know the true pain and sadness that lived deep inside Rosalie. If he had, she was sure heâd beg for a way to shut her mind off. There was dread and despair like no other, carried from years long before she had died. It was a darkness that she carried all by herself.Â
More often than not, Rosalie kept to herself. Other than her sporadic afternoon chats with Esme or Carlisleâoften bothâshe truly didnât do much else. School didnât interest her yet, especially not when her only company would be Edward. Sheâd rather stay home and read. Morning, noon, and night, she was found with a book in her hands. There was nothing else that interested her, not even the Cadillac that had traveled with them all the way from New York.Â
It had lain untouched in the garage of their Tennessee home, a thick layer of dust covering the baby blue of its lacquer. As much as it tempted her to get her hands dirty and fix it up until it came roaring back to life, Rosalie found that there was no point to it. She would never need another set of wheels in her lifeâat least, not really.Â
Even when it came time to feed, Rosalie would prefer her own company. When the other three would go out together to hunt as a family, the blonde remained at the house, waiting for their return. Once they had eaten, then and only then would she go out herself. There were times when Edward would extend the hunting trips just to see how far she would push things, how long she would go while she was hungry. But if he thought sheâd ever give in, he was dumber than he looked. No matter how long she had to wait, she would go on her own terms. Clearly, the boy had yet to grasp how stubborn she could be.Â
 Much like she had done before, that morning, Rosalie had escaped into the mountains of Tennessee to find an animal to feed on. The family had just come back from a weekend-long trip that the girl had refused to join once more. Unfortunately, she still had to feed, and the moment they were back, she was gone.Â
It was a rather cloudy morning in the state, and the mist from the morning felt heavenly on her skin. She breathed in the smell of dew, pine, and soil, reveling in the senses she still had available to her. But as she walked deeper into the woods, the scent transformed and set off the dangerous hunger that she had.Â
She knew the smell well but had stayed away from its taste since her turning. Iron filled her nostrils, making her stomach rumble with a dizzying need. It blinded her to all reason, and all she desired was the crimson liquid. Rosalie had never taken a drop of blood, but she could imagine how the warm fluid would feel going down her throat, coating her mouth in a flavor unlike anything she had tasted before. She could feel her fangs sinking into soft flesh, her mouth filling with the venom that coursed through her veins. It was a feeling like no other, and it terrified her to how quickly her mind turned to a primal state.Â
Until she saw where the smell was coming from.Â
As she came upon the scene before her, all need for the taste of blood vanished, replaced by the need to save the boy she had come upon. There, in the middle of the woods, a man who looked shockingly similar to Henry, Veraâs son, was losing a fight with a black bear. He was on the ground, covered in slashes and bites, blood clinging onto his skin like it was meant to be there. And even as the bear towered over him, claiming his life as its own, the boy kept laughing and taunting it. It seemed if he was going to go down, heâd be doing it on his own terms.Â
Rosalie knew there was no possible way that the boy being attacked could ever be Henry. The babe had all but celebrated his second birthday, and there was no reason heâd be fully grown and in Tennessee. But she couldnât help the protective instinct that took over her when she saw the man being attacked. Where she would normally allow life to take on its course, she could not stop herself from getting involved. That boy deserved to live; something deep inside told her so.Â
Without another thought, she sped out of her hiding place and pounced on the bear, breaking its neck in one swift move before sinking her teeth into its neck. The smell of blood had already made her stomach turn, her mouth salivating like it had never before. Yet, her resolve was stronger than her hunger. She allowed the bearâs warm blood to coat her mouth, satiating the desire for feeding before turning to the battered man.Â
âIâm dead, arenât I?â he questioned with a smile on his face. âThereâs no way Iâd meet an angel on Earth.âÂ
âYouâre not dead yet,â she said. âAnd you wonât really be if I have anything to do with it.âÂ
âAn angel in real life,â he muttered. âHow great my luck?âÂ
Rosalie took the boy in her arms like he weighed nothing. She sped through the woods with a newfound resilience. He wasnât Henry, of course not, she kept telling herself. But she had stumbled across him for some reason, and something told her she had to save him.Â
The smell of his blood taunted her as she sped through the woods to where the Cullens resided. She could feel the warmth seeping through her fingers, coating her skin and her clothes. And though she had satiated her hunger with the bear, she couldnât help her new nature. But, the look on the boyâs face stopped any urge she may have had.Â
The brunette had fallen asleep in her arms, possibly due to his blood loss. Still, his heart beat in his chest, and in only a few minutes, sheâd be in Carlisleâs office, begging him to save him. Her legs carried her forward until she finally arrived at her destination.Â
It was Esme who saw her first. She had been tending to the garden when the metallic smell of the boyâs blood hit her nostrils. âWhat happened?â the woman questioned. âWho is he?â
âI have no idea,â Rosalie responded as they walked toward Carlisle. âI found him trying to fight a bear. Clearly, we know who was winning.â
âOh, his pulse is very weak,â Esme said. âYouâve brought him to Carlisle.â
âYes,â the girl stated. âSomething tells me heâd want to live.â
There was no other moment than that when Rosalie understood why Carlisle had decided to change her. Minus the belief that she could be someoneâs partner, she could finally comprehend his inability to let a life go to waste right in front of him. She knew she could have left the boy to perish at his own stupidity and face the consequences of his actions. But he was right there, and he looked so much like Henry. The girl knew sheâd spend her eternity regretting not saving him.Â
Once Carlisle had agreed, noting the desperation in Rosalieâs eyes, she remained by the door of the room they had put the boy in. For three days and two nights, there was groaning and screaming as the pain from the transition took over his body, freezing every inch of his youth and fixing anything that had dared damage his skin.Â
Then, on the third night, a perfect-skinned, red-eyed Emmett McCartyâshe had finally learned his nameâ emerged from the room. Rosalie and Carlisle then explained to him about his new existence. Heâd taken a second to process the information, but he didnât grow mad or even think they were mad. Instead, he smiled. He called Rosalie and angel and Carlisle a god. Such a hellish existence could be bearable with people like that on his side. Unlike Rosalie, he didnât quite mind the vampire life.Â
Edward took him hunting first, making it a boysâ trip. Heâd been reluctant at first, questioning why Ros wouldnât go with them. But the second he stepped outside and felt the freedom and power of his new abilities, all was forgotten.Â
Rosalie didnât mind the rest, though. In the first few days of his new life, Emmett had grown rather doting on the blonde. Heâd follow her everywhere, filled with questions and gratitude. At first, she didnât mind the adorationâshe was accustomed to being doted upon. But after the 30th hour of his pleasantries, she couldnât help but remember all the nice words people in her short life had gifted her. All the compliments and accolades she had acquired from them, and how she had believed every single one. She had believed every single one of them until it drove her to her death. So, the second there was a window of silence, she welcomed it.Â
In the quiet, the girl felt a surge of inspiration. She headed to the homeâs garage and uncovered the beautiful Cadillac that had been buried under a layer of dust for months. It was as perfect as the day Carlisle had brought it home for her. The blue was just as vibrant, the metal perfect and smoothâtruly the car of her dreams. The best part? She would be able to bring it back to life with her own two hands.Â
Once she opened the hood, she was transported to a time when she was happy. She could hear her father telling her which were the parts that made up the car, hear her little brothers running rampant through the yard as her mother ran behind them. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel like she was there.Â
Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia took her hostage. Though it was impossible, her lungs felt devoid of air, and her heart felt as though it hammered inside her chest. She slammed the hood closed and covered the vehicle once more. She needed to leave. She needed an escape.Â
âIs everything alright, Rosalie?â Esme questioned as she came to check the commotion. âWhat was that noise?â Â
âEverything is fine,â Rosalie tried to smile. âI just need to take a walk. Empty my mind.â Â
âDo you want some company? I couldâŠâ Â
âItâs quite alright, Esme. I think I just need some time to myself.â Â
Before the woman could add anything else, Rosalie was on the move. Even if she spent most of the time alone, she needed to be by herself. It had only been two years since she had last seen her family, and still, their memory was seared into her brain.Â
She wondered if they had given up on their search and declared her dead. Or maybe they were still putting up posters, hoping one day there would be new information on her whereabouts. She wondered if her brothers had begun dating and if they told those girls about the sister they used to haveâmaybe they hadnât even cared to talk about it with their friends. But she held onto the hope that they held her memory fondly, that they missed the girl who would oftentimes tuck them into bed and read them a bedtime story or the girl who quietly taught them about cars when they were much too young to be fiddling with the machines. And how she wished she could still be able to do that.Â
Now, she could only hope that her parents held them just a little bit closer and didnât raise them like they had her. They were just as beautiful as her, and they were sure to be able to marry well. But she prayed they were able to simply live and enjoy the fleeting moments that made up their existence. She pleaded for them to grow up to be kind and decent men who held her memory alive.Â
Knowing her family would one day grow old and pass made her heart hurt. She couldnât withstand the thought that theyâd live an entire life and simply disappearânot that sheâd wish for them her immortality. They would be on earth for a moment, and the next, theyâd be gone. And she would never know when or from what. That was the curse of her existence. Everyone she knew and loved would one day be gone, and she was meant to live on and on and on and onâŠ.
Not seeing her family was the worst part of it all. And thatâs all she could think of as she walked back to the house. Night had come and gone, and the sun was starting to peek over the horizon. She hadnât meant to stay out too late, but time had slipped away as she daydreamed of her past and her familyâs future. The girl couldnât help that her mind had trailed on and on, punishing her with memory after memory of the life she was forced to leave behind.
But one thing kept her afloat: the thought of Vera and Henry living a happy life with a man who truly seemed to adore her. Sheâd get to live everything they had both dreamed of, even if she wasnât there to see it. And that was all she could have asked for. If Rosalie wasnât able to have what she wanted, she was glad Vera did.Â
The men had returned from their hunt. Carlisle was with Esme in the garden, telling her how it had been a success, but it would take Emmett some time to fully acclimate to their lifestyle. It was to be expected that the newborn vampire would struggle with blood lustânot that Rosalie faced much of that problem.Â
 âAre you feeling better, Rosalie?â Esme asked as the girl neared the house. âYou had me quite worried.âÂ
âMuch better,â she said. âItâs just what I needed.âÂ
âI saw that you uncovered the Cadillac,â Carlisle mused. âWere you able to work on it?âÂ
âNot this time,â she responded. âI donât think Iâm ready yet to do so.âÂ
âWell, maybe one day.âÂ
âYes,â she smiled softly. âMaybe one day.âÂ
She walked into the house, crossing a smug-looking Edward but giving him no mind as she headed toward her bedroom. He was the last person she wanted to interact with after the night sheâd hadâor anytime truly. So, she ignored his wisenheimer gaze and disappeared down the hall.Â
It didnât take long to figure out why he wore such a sly expression. Right on her dresser, a crystal vase rested, filled with blooming red roses and dazzling violets. At any given time, she would have swooned at the beautiful bouquet. But that specific arrangement made her blood boil in a way it hadnât for two years. Anger surged from deep within her core, bubbling to the surface as destructive rage.Â
Her hands wrapped around the vase as though it weighed no more than a piece of paper and smashed it to the ground, watching it explode into a million glimmering pieces. The crash resounded through the house like clapping thunder, alerting all of the vampires about her ire.Â
Those flowers represented the worst part of her life and the person who had taken everything from her. Royce had showered her with them the whole time they were courting, and she had grown to despise those otherwise beautiful stems. They brought back every single memory that had soured with time, festering anger and disappointment in her heart. The last thing she wanted was to be gifted another bouquet of roses and violets that reminded someone of her eyes. And the only person who could have ever known how much she hated them was Edward.Â
But she did not want to give him the satisfaction of a bigger reaction. The smashed antique vase was enough answer to his callous idea of a prank. Instead of chewing his ear off with another loud, angry rant, she remained in her room, sitting by her balcony and dreaming of a time when she was still happy.Â
Rosalie couldnât have known how much time had passed before she heard crunching behind her as someone dared to enter her room, and she knew exactly who it was.
âI take it you didnât like the flowers,â Emmett said, chuckling with every ounce of his boyish charm. âEdward said they were your favorites. I can see now he was just wanting to get a rise out of you.âÂ
âI swear that boyâs only reason for existing is to try my patience,â she scoffed. âBut I understand it wasnât your fault. The flowers are beautiful, truly. They just remind me of some horrible things in my past that I would much rather leave there.âÂ
âWell, then, what flowers could I ever get you?â he mused. âYou know if I ever wanted to make you another gift of gratitude that wonât end up shattered on the ground.âÂ
âAny other flower is fine,â she smiled softly. âExcept for sunflowers.âÂ
âAnother bad memory?â
âNo,â she said as she wrapped her arms around herself. âThey remind me of the best times in my life. But itâs a flower that can only belong to one person.âÂ
âCan I ask who?âÂ
âYou will look at me differently,â she sighed. âItâs not something Iâve truly shared with anyone. And itâs not something I want someone like Edward to know.â
 âWell, itâs a good thing we can get away from him really fast,â the boy grinned. âAnd I promise you there is nothing you can tell me that will ever change what I think about you.â
Rosalie battled with herself. She could feel it in her gut that Emmett was true to his word and that she could trust him. But she had trusted before, and it had ended with her life. Although there was nothing more she could lose, not anymore.Â
âAlright,â she said as she dug through her bedside table and pulled out a leather journal. âLetâs go.âÂ
The two of them left through the back door of the house and ran into the neighboring woods, getting as far away from Edwardâs peering ears as they could. They made sure he had not followed before stopping by a nearby creek and sitting on a boulder. Their ears could only hear a soft stream of water and the chirping of some nearby birds, and they werenât going to spill her most close-kept secret.Â
âIâm sure you already know what happened to me and why I ended up a vampire,â she said. Her fingers ran through the notebook's cover, her eyes trained on the carved details rather than the red of Emmettâs eyes. âI trusted the wrong people back then, thinking they were the ones who could give me what I wanted out of life. I never thought I would ever lose any of it.
âRoyce, my ex-fiancĂ©e, used to always bring me roses because of my name. Then, he started giving me violets as well because he said my human eyes reminded him of them,â the blonde explained. âI canât look or even smell those flowers without remembering what he did to me, Emmett. And, I guess I let that thought slip by with Edward present. Thatâs why he told you I liked those flowersâto get a reaction out of me.âÂ
âIt sounds to me like you donât really like Edward,â he chuckled. âAm I right?â
âI already spent enough of my life having to stand an egotistical man who thinks heâs better than everyone just because he has some kind of upper hand,â she scoffed. âIâm done pretending I can stand that kind of behavior. Now, I put up with him for Carlisle and Esmeâs sake, but I can only take so much of him. He also said I wasnât his type. And Iâm everyoneâs type.â Â
âYou certainly are the most beautiful woman Iâve ever laid eyes on,â the boy smirked. âBut what about sunflowers? Why are those special?â
âThatâs what might change your opinion of me,â she said meekly, her voice breaking slightly as she gripped the notebook tighter in her hands. âI need you to promise me, Emmett, that even if you hate me after I tell you this, you wonât even let the thought of it slip. I want to trust you with this because I do feel that youâre different. But I need you to promise me that no matter what, you will keep this secret to yourself.âÂ
âI promise, Rosalie,â he stated. âWhatever you tell me right now, I will take to my grave⊠or, well, my mental grave.âÂ
Rosalie opened her notebook with shaking hands and pulled out two pictures and the scrap of paper she had pulled from her missing poster flyer. She placed them in Emmettâs hands with a soft smile and explained. âThatâs Vera,â she said as she pointed at the first paper. âShe was my best friend since we were little. Grew up very differently, but we were inseparable. She got married young. Just seventeen. And then she had little Henry,â she smiled as she pointed at the second picture. âThey were the closest thing I ever got to the family I had always wanted for myself.âÂ
âAnd this?â Emmett questioned as he palmed the scrap paper. âThere are people here who love her more than sunflowers love the sun. Who wrote that?â
âVera did,â she smiled sadly. âShe published that on my missing person flyer without signing her name. It was the only way we found that we could tell each other we loved one another in public. Does a sunflower love the sun? Thatâs what weâd say every time we said goodbye to each other.âÂ
âBut why wouldnât you be able to tell herâŠ?â his voice droned on as realization donned on him. âOh.âÂ
âYes, Emmett. Oh,â she sighed. âThe world has never been kind to us, and we had to find a way to live our lives without people knowing.â
âSo, that means youâŠâÂ
âYes, Emmett, I like girls,â she confessed. âAnd youâre the first person Iâve ever said this out loud to. Now, if you look at me differently, if you think Iâm just an abomination and you want to be as far away from me as possible, I understand.â Â
Rosalie was ready for the rejection, the anger, the disgust. It was how others had always reacted when spoken about the topic, and she knew it was always coming. She had come to think those things of herself at some point. She believed she was an abomination, she believed she was sin incarnate. But she was not prepared for a smile and a comforting hand. âThat explains why none of my flirting has worked,â he chuckled. âGood to know it wasnât me.âÂ
âW-what?â she stammered. âYou donât⊠you donât mind?âÂ
âWhy would I?â the boy responded softly. âI just recently found out that vampires exist, and I turned into one. I think there are stranger things out there, and love ainât one of them.âÂ
âSo, you donât think thereâs something wrong with me? That Iâm perverse or that Iâm crazy?âÂ
âI could never, Rosalie. Iâve seen girls,â he smirked. âI can understand why youâd like them. I know I do.âÂ
âThe only person that has ever reacted that way was Vera, and thatâs because she liked girls too,â she smiled. âI never thought Iâd meet anyone else like that.âÂ
âWell, now you have someone else who will love you no matter what, Rose,â he smiled. âObviously, I will only be a friend. But youâll always have me by your side. You saved my life and gave me a chance to experience life in a completely different way. The least I can do is give you my love and understanding.âÂ
âYou know, the only other person that ever knew this thought I was an abomination,â she recalled. âHe told me he had taken pity on me when heâd seen us kiss once. I didnât even know he had seen. We were always so careful. Maybe thatâs what got me killed in the end. If it hadnâtâŠâÂ
âIt is not up to you who you love, Rosalie,â Emmett comforted, squeezing her hand softly. âAnd there is absolutely nothing wrong with who you love. What that man did has no words, and if he wasnât already dead, Iâd have gone up to Rochester and killed him myself. You should be allowed to be with whoever you want.âÂ
âBut itâs not the world we live in,â she sighed. âAnd now I have to go through eternity hiding who I am.âÂ
âMaybe not. Maybe weâll see a world where youâll be able to love who you love,â he said. âIsnât that the beauty of immortality? Weâll be able to see the world around us change.â Â
âIt could get worse.âÂ
âBut what if it gets so much better?â Â
âYouâre so optimistic,â she chuckled. âHow did you end up this way?âÂ
âI thought I could fight a bear,â he laughed. âBut, really, we wonât know about the future until it happens. So, why would we think up the worst?âÂ
âI guess thatâs one way of looking at it.âÂ
âItâs better to think that things can get better rather than believing theyâll be worse,â he shrugged. âNow, come here and tell me about Vera and this handsome Henry. He kinda looks like me.âÂ
With a bright smile, she turned to the picture, âWell, she was the person who taught me what love could be.âÂ
And at that moment, by that creek, as she told Emmett all about the girl that had stolen her heart, Rosalie felt herself grow light. If someone else could accept her as she was, then maybe she could do the same for herself. And someday, maybe one day, sheâd meet the girl who could love her too.
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Hello everyone! I know Iâve been MIA for a bit. March has been an absolutely busy month. Between house work, Olivia, and everything life, Iâve been in a serious reading and writing slump. But I promise I am trying really hard to finish the current 15+ WIPs Iâve started between my chapter es series and one shots. I really really am working as fast as I can.
I know there are many cliffhangers and long awaited chapters in my stories that yâall have been highly anticipating and I want to put them out as fast as I can. In the meantime please enjoy this latest picture of my daughter. And thank you all for being so patient đ
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Kinktober âïž Day 31
Word Count:Â 5.6K
Paring:Â Marauders!Sirius Black x Fem!Reader
Prompt @kinktober2023: Costumes
WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, p-in-v sex, semi-public sex
Summary:Â (Y/N) and Sirius have always had a playful relationship. Something the rest of the Marauders often tease them about. In all honesty, they do have feelings for each other, but can't seem to confess to one another. When Hogwarts announces a masquerade ball for Hallowe'en, each of them get different dates to make the other jealous. Will it work, or will it just drive them apart?
A/N: couldn't get the idea out of my head... so, yeahđ«Łđ«Łand, yes I am still trying to finish Kinktober and Ficmas đ
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âYou really think Theresa is going to say yes?â (Y/N) teased. âSheâs ignored you for the past six years. What makes you think sheâll say yes now?âÂ
âWell, she wonât be able to resist the charm of a masquerade ball during Halloweâen,â Sirius countered. âNo one will know who is who, and I think sheâll appreciate no one knowing sheâs there with me. And I can use the night to woe her and win her over.â Â
âYouâve always been delusional, Sirius,â she laughed. âBut this definitely takes the cake.âÂ
âHe hasnât even asked her, and youâre already making fun of him, (Y/N)?â James chuckled as he sat between the two of them on the couch that lived in the Gryffindor common room. âMerlin, you two bicker more than an old married couple.â Â
âI think they just need to snog and get it over with,â Remus joked. âThis much animosity is normally just repressed sexual tension.âÂ
âHilarious, Moony. But Padfoot here wishes he could snog me,â she said. âUnfortunately, I have something thatâs called standards.âÂ
âOh, youâd be lucky to even get near me, (Y/N),â Sirius countered.Â
âIâm telling you,â Remus continued. âThey just need to just get it out of the way and move on.âÂ
That had been the dynamic between Sirius and (Y/N) since they had met during their first year in the halls of the train. They teased and poked fun at each other, they pushed each other's buttons until one of them broke or the other Marauders stopped them. It was a game they had been playing for years on end, using it to camouflage what was lying beneath the surface.Â
The only people who knew how the pair truly felt about each other were James and Remus, and they had kept it hidden all those yearsâeven from each other. (Y/N) had confided in Remus, where Sirius had confessed to James after a drunken night visit to the Potter cottage. It was a secret they all carried between each other, but no one dared to admit.Â
(Y/N) believed confessing her feelings would ruin a friendship she cherished, and Sirius was sure there was no way someone like her would ever want someone like him. So, rather than put each other out of their mutual misery, they danced around their feelings and simply fortified their friendship. And it was something they were planning to do until the end of time.Â
Yet, that was something Remus and James werenât going to allow. Even if they didnât know it, they both had a similar plan to get them together that Halloween night.Â
It had been a long time since the All Hallowâs Eve Feast had been a ball, and that year, it had been announced that the festivity was going to be a masquerade party. Whispers had traveled quickly regarding costumes and intricate masks, the entire student body excited about the upcoming event.Â
A party at Hogwarts called for extracurricular activities late in the night. Lessons that werenât included in their school curriculum. Even if professors were on high alert during those types of nights, it didnât stop students from getting away with their schemes. They couldnât be everywhere at all hours of the night, and the Marauders had just the right tool to help the students avoid any problemsâit was easy to capitalize on desperation when they had created the map that would track every soul in the school.Â
âSo, what are your plans for the ball, (Y/N)?â Lily asked in the girlâs dorm later that week. âI heard Regulus was looking to ask you to be his date.âÂ
The name made the girlâs heart flutter. She had expected a certain Black brother to have asked her, and he had. It just wasnât the right one. âI donât know if I should,â (Y/N) sighed as she draped herself across Lilyâs bed. âI mean, I guess heâd be a good date. Just not the one I wanted.âÂ
âWere you still waiting for Sirius to fess up?â the redhead teased. âI heard he asked Theresa.âÂ
âI know, and she said yes,â she whined. âGoes to show how much Lupin actually knows. Oh gods, why did I ever think he could like me back, Lils? I feel like an idiot.âÂ
âOh, donât be so hard on yourself. You can still go with a respectable Black brother,â Lily offered. âAnd you can use Regulus to make him jealous.â
âLike he will have his eyes on me,â she scoffed. âHeâll probably be too busy shoving his tongue down your best friendâs throat.âÂ
âWell, with that attitude, he wonât,â the Evans girl smirked. âHe might be going to the ball with Theresa, but it doesnât mean he has to leave with her. Weâll do your hair and your makeup, make sure youâre the most beautiful girl at the party. Weâll get you the most beautiful gown and the most striking mask. And I promise, by the end of the night, heâll forget Theresaâs name.âÂ
âHow can you be sure that heâll even look at me long enough for that? Heâs liked Theresa since first year.âÂ
âBelieve me, (Y/N),â she grinned. âHeâll look.âÂ
And so, over the next couple of weeks, Lily set off to find (Y/N) the perfect dress. It had to be striking, command a room, and, most of all, make Sirius regret ever muttering Theresaâs name.Â
As days passed, (Y/N)âs nerves only grew. Lily wouldnât tell her a thing and Sirius had seemed to grow cold after she had agreed to be Regulusâ date. It certainly didnât help when she had Remus telling her he was just jealous of his brother, and all she had to do was give time to time. Her friends seemed to have more faith in Sirius than she did.Â
He had begun avoiding her everywhere they went, going out of his way to stay as far from her as he could, even changing seats with Remus in their shared classes so he didnât have to sit next to her. It was infuriating and petrifying to know that all it took was one single party to destroy a years-long friendship. It made her thankful that she had never confessed her true feelings. That was a catastrophe she did not want to know.Â
On October 31st, everyone was buzzing with excitement. The Great Hall had been decorated since breakfast, and professors had elected to hold only half-day classes to allow everyone enough time to prepare for the nightâs festivities. Everyone was overjoyedâeveryone but (Y/N).Â
The girl couldnât help but feel that her mood had dampened. It had been the longest time sheâd passed without even writing to Sirius. She had even considered canceling with Regulus and staying in her dorm room, moping as everyone celebrated. But if there was one thing she knew, it was that Lily would not have allowed itânot when she had a plan.
âI already have everything for you, (Y/N),â Lily had whined. âAll you have to do is get to our room.âÂ
âI just donât see the point in all of this. Sirius clearly hates me so it wonât matter what I look like.â
âThe money has already been spent,â the girl said, knowing it was the only reason that would get her friend to change her mind. âAre you really telling me that I spent all of that for nothing?âÂ
âIâll get my parents to transfer the money. Just donât make me embarrass myself with him.âÂ
âMy darling (Y/N), you are going,â Lily commanded. âEven if itâs just to have fun with your other friends. I need you there.âÂ
âYouâll be there with James. Heâll be perfect company.âÂ
âYouâre going,â she smiled. âThatâs final.â
âI donât like it when youâre bossy,â (Y/N) pouted. âYouâre a bit scary.â
âGood,â Lily grinned. âNow, letâs get you into this beautiful gown.âÂ
And beautiful it was. It was a garment unlike anything she had ever seen, much less worn. The sparkling red dress hugged her in all the right places, fitting around her like it had been sewn onto her body. The fabric gave the illusion that she was revealing herself while covering her, and the sleeves made her feel delicate and regal. She was the vision of royalty. Had Lily gotten her a tiara, she was sure she would have been mistaken for a princess.Â
âThis is too much,â (Y/N) muttered as she stared at herself in the mirror. âThis must have cost a fortune, Lils.â
âThat is not what matters,â her friend reprimanded. âHow do you feel? Do you like it?âÂ
âLike it? I bloody love it,â she exclaimed. âItâs the most gorgeous thing Iâve ever laid eyes upon. And I think it might be threading the line of the modest garment rule.âÂ
âWell, the rules donât say anything about illusion fabric. You are technically fully covered,â Lily stated. âAnd whatâs a little detention when you look like that?â
âYouâve really outdone yourself, Lils,â she smiled. âItâs perfect.âÂ
âIt really is,â the redhead said as she hugged her friend from behind. âNow, letâs finish your hair and makeup to turn you into the true Gryffindor princess.âÂ
The room quickly becomes a mess of clothes and makeup as the girls all readied themselves for the night, all oohing and awing about (Y/N)âs dress. It was set to be the hit of the party. But all she cared about was what one specific boy thought. She would use the mask and the dress as her armor, and sheâd suit herself with courage. After that night, sheâd either grow closer to Sirius or finally drive them apart.Â
Once Lily was done with (Y/N), she couldnât recognize herself. Her gold lace mask highlighted the shimmer on her eyes, complimenting the bold red lip her friend had finished the makeup with. The red and gold accessories were the last touch to Lilyâs masterpiece, completing the theme for her work of art. Everyone would know that the Gryffindor princess walked amongst them.Â
âYouâve truly outdone yourself, Lily,â (Y/N) beamed. âI donât think Iâve ever looked this good.âÂ
âIâm telling you, if Sirius doesnât man up, Iâm taking you home instead,â the girl teased. âJames will just have to get over it. You look ravishing, my darling.âÂ
âYou know what, even if he doesnât, Iâm going to enjoy tonight,â she stated. âMaybe Iâll even get a snog in or two.âÂ
âThatâs the spirit, my friend,â Lily chuckled. âNow, letâs give everyone something to look at.âÂ
Arm in arm, the two girls left their dorm, knowing they were the only ones left in their tower. They had taken a few minutes extra to get ready to make sure that their late entry would turn heads. The plan was to draw everyoneâs attention, and if they were the last ones there, there was no other choice but to look as the closed doors opened.Â
Regulus and James were waiting outside of the common room door, annoyed already by the Fat Ladyâs singing. But the second their eyes landed on the girls, they couldnât help but think that it was worth the wait.Â
â(Y/N), you lookâŠâÂ
âStunning. I know,â Lily smiled as she joined Jamesâ side. âI do good work.âÂ
âI canât believe itâs really you, (Y/N),â James teased. âI had a bet youâd probably show up in a jumper and jeans.âÂ
âSorry to say you lost that bet, James,â she grinned. âMight as well live up to the name of Gryffindor princess, right? And you look handsome, Regulus. Very snake-like.âÂ
The boy wore his black hair slicked back, a snake-print mask tied around his head. His party robes were deep forest green with silver lines that made up scales on the jacket. He was fit to look like the prince of Slytherin, the direct opposite of who she was.Â
âThank you,â he said with a soft smile. âShall we get to the ball then?âÂ
âWe shall.â Â
She took the boyâs outstretched arm, placing her hand on the crook of his elbow, and made the journey toward the Great Hall. There, the music was already in full swing, songs, and chatter filling the air.Â
âAre you ready?â Lily asked as she turned toward her friend. âEveryoneâs eyes are gonna be on you.âÂ
âIâm ready,â she smiled. âItâs now or never.âÂ
James and Lily took hold of the doors and pulled them open. The second they did, everything was just as Lily had anticipated. The music kept playing, but all the attention fell on (Y/N); even a spotlight somehow illuminated her the moment the doors opened. No one danced or moved; all they did was whisper and stare in amazement as Regulus led them toward the center of the dance floor. It was time for the traditional waltz, and what better couple to lead it than the best dressed of the night.Â
As they made their way to the center of the room, (Y/N)âs eyes met grey ones looking right at her. Even with a mask that covered almost his entire face, she could make them out anywhere. His gaze never left hers, even as she danced with Regulus across the floor. He was dancing and talking with Theresa, but his eyes never left her. His stare burned into her, capturing every ounce of her attention. She had done all of this to have him look at her just like that, but as the minutes passed, it became too intense.Â
Regulus and (Y/N) danced for almost ten songs straight before the boy offered to get them some punch, and Sirius had remained only a few feet away the entire time. Even after Theresa had said she was tired and wanted to sit, he remained close by, going as far as stealing Remusâ date, Sasha Monnet. She wanted to avoid his glare, be in the moment, but she couldnât. No matter where she looked, there he was.Â
âI canât do this,â (Y/N) said to Lily as she got to their table, anxious and out of breath. âIâve got to⊠I need to⊠Iâm gonna go.âÂ
âWhat happened, darling? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
âI canât keep pretending, Lils. Itâs too much. I canât do it.â
âHead up to our room then,â the girl offered. âIâll be by in a bit to help you out. Iâll tell Regulus you werenât feeling well.â
âThank you, LilâŠâ (Y/N) was not able to finish her sentence as she noticed Sirius with Theresa out of the corner of her eye. They were talking; she couldnât quite make out what they were saying, but it seemed intense. One second, they were speaking, and the next, the girl had crashed her lips onto his. The scene broke something inside of her (Y/N) didnât think could be broken, but she knew she could not bear to keep watching. âIâll see you later, Lils.âÂ
âOh, darling,â was the last thing the girl heard her friend say before she was dashing out of the Hall and finding a place to catch her breath.Â
Tears brimmed her eyes as she reached Gregory the Smarmyâs corridor, slipping into the secret passageway for some much-needed privacy. She couldnât believe that she had deluded herself into thinking that the plan would have worked. Everything was set but for one vital step, and it was that Sirius seemingly did not reciprocate her feelings. That much was clear to her now. All she wanted was to rip the dress from her body, unpin her hair, wash her face, and cry the rest of the night away. She didnât know why she had been cursed with her feelings, but she would make sure to break them one day. For now, she just wanted to wallow in her pity.Â
But she wouldnât be able to do that for long as the passage opened, revealing an out-of-breath Sirius. âBloody hell, (Y/N)!â he exclaimed. Did you not hear me yelling out your name?âÂ
âOh, sod off, Sirius,â she seethed, biting back the fresh tears that threatened to spill. âJust leave me alone like you have these past weeks. Clearly, you got what you wanted.â
âWhat are you talking about, (Y/N)?âÂ
âPlease, Sirius, donât play me for a fool,â the girl scoffed. âEver since this stupid dance was announced, you have made it your mission to stay away from me. If you didnât want me around after Theresa agreed to be your date, you could have just told me. Instead, you thought it was best just to push me out. Fine. I get the hint, Sirius. You can go back and enjoy your new girlfriend.âÂ
âAre you seriously that demented?âÂ
âWow,â she interjected. âReally?âÂ
âYou really think this is about Theresa?â Sirius said, his tone full of surprise. âThis is about you, (Y/N). Itâs always been about you.âÂ
âWhat are you talking about, Sirius?âÂ
âYouâre seriously daft, (Y/N),â he chuckled in amazement. âI only asked Theresa to the ball after you said yes to my own brother. To Regulus, (Y/N).âÂ
âI only did that after Theresa had said you had asked her⊠and what does it matter? You were always going to ask her.âÂ
âThatâs not true.âÂ
âYes, it is, Sirius!â she exclaimed, tears falling down her cheeks. âSheâs the only girl youâve ever talked about since first year. Itâs always Theresa this, Theresa that. You finally got your wish. So, please, donât fault me in this situation.âÂ
âYou donât get it, (Y/N),â he sighed, running his hands across his face in frustration. âTheresa has only been a distraction to the truth. Sheâs never been the girl Iâve wanted, but she was a good distraction.âÂ
âA distraction from what, Sirius? Just speak clearly for once. No riddles, no beating around the bush. Just tell me.âÂ
âShe was a distraction from you, (Y/N). Youâre the only one Iâve ever wanted but could never have,â he confessed. âI couldnât tell you because I knew you didnât feel the same way, so it became easier to talk about Theresa when really I was talking about you. When I heard you said yes to Regulus, I went mad. I mean, Iâve seen you with other guys, but my own brother? Now, that was too much to handle. Then you walk in looking so bloody exquisite, and youâre on his arm, and all I wanted was to punch the living daylights out of himâmore than usual. And I canât go on like this, (Y/N). I needed you to at least know that I am crazy about you. I always have been.âÂ
âYouâve got to be joking, right?â the girl laughed in disbelief. âThis is crazy.âÂ
âWhat is wrong with you, (Y/N)?â Sirius said, shock evident on his face. âIf you donât feel the same you just had to say that. You didnât have to make fun of me for it.âÂ
It took (Y/N) a few seconds for her laughter to die downâit was an unfortunate reaction to a surprising admission. And, if she had to admit, serious situations always made her break out in a laugh. âNo, itâs not,â she stammered out the last chuckles. âI wasnât making fun of you. I couldnât when Iâve felt the same way the entire time. The only reason I agreed to go with Regulus to the ball was because you had asked Theresa, and, if Iâm honest, I wanted to make you jealous. Remus had heard that he was going to ask me after Theresa had told Sasha you had asked her, and he thought I could make you mad by going with him.
âThen Lily came up with this whole attire to make you see what you were missing,â she continued as she looked over her gown. âAnd well, it seemed like the perfect plan until a few minutes ago when you were snogging Theresa. I couldnât handle watching you two, so I ran away. I was sort of on my way to the dorms to wallow in self-pity, but I took a detour to this place.âÂ
âWell, it is the place we hide in when the others get too much,â Sirius smiled softly. He crossed the distance between them, pressing the girl against the cold wall. âSo, what Iâm hearing is that weâve been skirting around each other for no reason? I mean, James always told me to go for it, but I never really listened to him.âÂ
âRemus pushed me to do the same, but I didnât want to ruin what we had,â she admitted before moving her head from the hand that reached for her cheek. âBut that doesnât explain the kiss you just shared with Theresa. If you really liked me, why did you kiss her?â Â
âShe kissed me,â the boy said. She was angry that I hadnât really paid attention to her since you came into the Hall. Granted, she was right. And when I was in the middle of telling her that I wasnât interested in her, she decided to kiss me. But I pushed her away, and thatâs when I saw you running away. Lily had some choice words about it, and James gave me the map to find you. I promise you, Theresa is the last person wanted to spend tonight with. I guess I wanted to make you jealous, too, and it all backfired.â
âWeâre not good at this whole honesty thing, huh?â (Y/N) chuckled. âNext time, promise me weâll just talk things out.â
âI hope there wonât be a next time of this,â Sirius whispered as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. âNow that Iâve got you, Iâm not planning on letting you go, darling.â Â
The atmosphere around them had changed. No longer was there an agonizing tension between them. Instead, a hot air engulfed them in the cold corridor, burning something inside them that had been growing for the past six years. âIs that a threat or a promise, Padfoot?â she teased, running her fingers across the canine mask he wore. âA little on the nose, donât you think, pup?â Â
âNothing like what youâre wearing, princess,â he smirked. âNever thought Iâd ever get this close to royalty.â
âWell, if you play your cards right, you might just shag your first princess,â she teased. âHow about we start with a kiss? Iâve only been waiting for six years.â
âYour wish is my command, your highness,â Sirius grinned. âNow come here.â
Sirius placed his hands on either side of her face and crashed their lips together, ignoring the sting of the mask as it dug into his face. All he cared about was the warm feeling of her mouth on his, the plumpness of her lips, and the minty taste of her tongue. It was everything he had dreamed of and more. He had not expected how perfectly their mouths fit together or how soft the skin of her lips would be, and heâd definitely not expected it ever to happenânot with her.Â
Their hands explored each otherâs bodies through their clothes as their kiss grew more heated, learning every nook and cranny they had devoid themselves from touching for many years. They had always been touchy during their friendship, always finding reasons to hold hands, hug, or simply have a closeness they didnât share with anyone else. Both of them believed that was as far as they would ever go. Maybe if they had cared for Divination, they would have seen that their futures were meant to intersect as more than just friends.Â
âTake off my dress already, Si,â she moaned as Siriusâ mouth traveled down her neck. âI donât wanna wait.âÂ
âThe dress is actually doing something for me,â he groaned against her skin. âAinât nothing like fucking royalty.âÂ
âDidnât know you were into costumes, Sirius?â (Y/N) teased as she swallowed another moan. âIâll keep that in my back pocket.âÂ
âWhat can I say? Iâm really into the whole Beauty and Beast thing,â he chuckled darkly. âAnd this beast plans to ride this beauty all night long.âÂ
In a swift movement, Sirius flipped the girl over, pressing her chest against the cold stone of the passageway. He kissed his way up and down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin before landing on the softness of her ear. He took the lobe between his teeth, tugging it softly, earning a guttural whine from (Y/N). Â
âYouâre such a tease, Sirius,â she mewled. âJust get on with it.âÂ
âNeedy. Arenât you, princess?â he chuckled between kisses to her shoulders. âCanât even wait a bloody second.âÂ
âIâve waited six bloody years, Padfoot. So, no. I canât wait a second more.âÂ
âHow could I ever deny you that?â Sirius grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up to her waist, exposing her entire bottom half. âNo underwear? How cheeky, my lady.â
âThis gown doesnât forgive undergarment lines,â she panted. âI wasnât planning on something like this.â
âIs that why youâre absolutely drenched?â he teased as he knelt behind her. âBecause you are dripping, princess.â
Before she could say another word, Sirius attached his mouth to her heat, running his tongue through the length of her cunt. He explored her folds and savored her taste, sighing as she coated his mouth. She was an amortentia potion come to life. If someone had told him thatâs what he drank, he would not have corrected them. (Y/N) was intoxicating and every bit the woman he most loved.Â
He worked her expertly. With the tip of his tongue, he flicked and circled her clit, sending shockwaves through her body. Sirius lapped and sucked, focusing on the tiny bundle of nerves before slipping a finger into her.Â
âOh, fuck,â she keened as she met his thrusts. âThat feels so fucking good.â
âAnd to thinkâŠâ
âDonât talk,â she interrupted as she pushed his head back onto her core. âJust make me cum.â
He chuckled against her, getting back to work as she commanded. Sirius pistoned his finger at a quick pace, adding another and curling them at the ends as his mouth continued its assault. He thrust into her until he felt her walls clenching around his digits, and her mouth let out a pleasurable wail. As she came down, he drank her like she was the elixir of life. He had been walking a shell of a man until that very moment.
âI need more, Sirius,â she panted. âI need to feel you inside me, now.â
âYou really are needy, princess,â he chuckled as he sucked her essence from his fingers. âBut who am I to deny you such a pleasant request?âÂ
From behind her, she heard Sirius undo the zipper from his trousers, followed by a tight grip on her left hip. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance at first before running the trail his tongue had. It separated her folds and teased her clit, anticipating what was to come.
âAre you ready, my princess?â he whispered, this time without his usual joking tone. âI wanna make sure you really want this. That you want⊠me.â
(Y/N) couldnât help but turn at the sound of Siriusâ voice breaking. Even after what she had allowed him to do to her, he still doubted that she wanted him. âWhy would you think that I wouldnât?â she questioned as she cradled his face tenderly. âI thought you understood just how much you mean to me, Si.â
âI just donât want you to feel like youâve made a mistake with me,â he answered meekly. âI may have been jealous, but Regulus might be the best choice for you in the end. Iâve no family, no money, no titles as of now. Your family will be beside themselves if they even hear a whisper that youâre with me.â
âDo you take me for an elitist pure-blood, Sirius? I thought you knew me better than that,â she chastised lovingly. Stray tears had fallen out of the corner of his eyes, which she promptly wiped away with the pad of her thumb. âI could not care any less about status, darling, because I didnât fall for any of those things. I fell for your intelligence, your charm, your wit, your smileâand, of course, your dazzling good looks. Thereâs no one on this earth that I want more than I want you, Sirius. And I will prove it.â
She wrapped a hand softly around his length, pumping it slowly as she caressed her slit with the head. âI want you, Sirius,â she moaned. âI want all of you.â
(Y/N) took off her heels to lower her height, sinking into his length. She winced softly at the intrusion, the overwhelming stretch quickly becoming a pleasurable sting. Her arms wrapped around his neck, finding her legs turn to jelly as the feeling overtook her.Â
âOh, Merlin,â Sirius groaned as he threw his head back in pleasure. âYou feel so perfect around me, princess. So fucking perfect.â Â
âI think⊠I think you can move now, Si,â the girl muttered. âI need you to move.â Â
âYou donât have to tell me twice, darling.â Â
Sirius took back control of the moment, wrapping an arm around her waist and moving his hips to thrust inside her at a slowly increasing pace. He slid into her wetness, slicking his length with her essence and gliding in and out of her as he tasted the skin of her neck. A moan fell out of his throat as (Y/N)âs fingers dug into her hair, pulling at the strands as he continued his attack.Â
The boy didnât want to wake if this was simply another one of his very vivid dreams. And if he had been cursed or drank a potion, heâd beg whoever had done so to never again let him live without it. He had everything he had ever wanted in his hands and did not want to know a world in which he did not have it anymore.Â
He could have never imagined that the girl he had been in love with for the better part of his life actually wanted him back. The Black boy didnât feel like he deserved someone like (Y/N), and he probably never would. But at that moment, they were equalsâjust a boy and a girl surrendering themselves to the most natural feeling that could ever grow between them. There were no duties to fulfill, no families to answer to, only them and their emotions.Â
âIâm close, princess,â he moaned into her ear. âYou feel so bloody good.â Â
âIâm right behind you, darling,â she muttered. âI donât think I could hold on for much longer.â Â
âLet yourself go, princess,â he told her as he slid a hand between them and circled her clit with his fingers. She clutched onto him tighter as pleasure spiraled through her body, pulling at his hair like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. âGo on, love, cum for me.â Â
With a few more strokes and a few more circles, (Y/N) let herself go around Sirius, finding his mouth with her to drown the moaning yell she let out. He tasted of butterbeer and her essence, and she wasnât sure if the taste was better now or before. But the feeling of warmth that came from him was enough for her not to care. She had spent enough time dreaming of this very moment, and there was nothing that could make that instance less than perfect.Â
âOi, yaâ cheeky buggers!â Except for Jamesâ loud mouth from the other side of the passage. âYou can keep shagging later, but I need the bloody map.âÂ
Before they could answer, Sirius burst inside the girl, his groan drowned out by (Y/N)âs lips. His fingers dug into her skin, his breath hitching in his chest. âThat bloody wanker,â Sirius managed to groan out. âHeâs truly got spectacular timing.â Â
âAt least you were able to finish,â she chuckled teasingly. âLooks like Prongs has quite good time estimating powers.â Â
âHe said I could have the map for the rest of the night,â Sirius grumbled as he slid out of (Y/N) with a low groan, already missing her warmth. âWe should be enjoying tonight together, not worrying about getting caught.â Â
âJust think how many nights like these weâll be able to have now,â she grinned, tenderly caressing his cheek. âNow that we donât have to pretend that weâre drooling for each other.â Â
âBut how many nights do we get where youâre literally dressed like a princess?â the boy teased. âThis is a costume that you wonât recreate again.â Â
âTell you what, I might not use this dress for this again,â she grinned, âbut any time you want to shag a princess, just let me know. Promise Iâll get a costume from Hogsmeade the next time weâre out.â Â
âWe could always get other costumes, too,â he added sheepishly but dripping with hope. âJust to have diversity, you know?âÂ
âDidnât take you for liking costume play, darling,â (Y/N) smiled curiously. âI think this might be one of the most interesting things Iâve learned about you. All I ask is that the next costume doesnât involve masks. I think Iâve lost all feeling in my cheeks from this thing.â Â
âUnmasked sex? Donât see why not,â he chuckled before James yelled out once more. âGuess we should go then.âÂ
âWell, we do have dates at the ball we must get back to,â she poked. âRegulus must be wondering where Iâve gone to.âÂ
âDonât even joke about that.âÂ
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Girl are you doing okay? We havent heard from you in awhile đđł
omg, I'm good! I've just been really busy with my kitty Olivia and basically cleaning and cooking and my health and all that, and have had almost no time to write đ
but updates are coming soon!
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Speak | Chapter 25
Word Count:Â 5.2 K
Summary:Â Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didnât expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.
A/N:Â okay, y'all, I'm back and very late, I know. I've been dealing with my new baby kitten and have almost no time to write, but here's the long awaited confrontation. Hope y'all like that it's a bit of a long one đđ
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âIâm gonna kill him,â Paul seethed, his hand closing into a tight fist. âI donât care about being a pack brothers or whatever bullshit. Iâm gonna fucking kill him.â
The boy was enraged. His brain had fogged with ire, and his veins ran hot with unrest. But unlike the anger that overtook him before a shift, this one was cold and calculating. It made his senses sharp, pointed. He wanted vengeance. He wanted payback. Most of all, he wanted to fight in (Y/N)âs honor.
But before he had stepped out of the house, he had no idea he would feel that way.
âWe gotta talk to you, Paul,â Jared said, his usual joking aura long gone. âItâs, uh, itâs serious.â
âWhat happened?â
âItâs something to do with Jake,â he grimaced before continuing, âand (Y/N). About last night.â
âDid the vampire come back?â (Y/N) worried, squeezing Paulâs hand tightly as her heart raced. âDid she attack him?â
âOh no,â Embry said angrily. âBut Paul just might.â
âWhy donât we go outside, Paul?â Sam feted. â(Y/N) can stay here for a bit before you take her back home.â
âNo, I wanna know. If it has something to do with Jake and me, I have a right to know.â
âShe stays,â the boy said. âNo more secrets. Weâre doing the honesty thing.â
âRight,â she smiled. âThe honesty thing.â
âOkay, then,â the alpha sighed. âBut this is a very sensitive topic, and Iâm gonna need you to stay levelheaded here, Paul. Weâve had enough tragedies happen, one right after the other. I donât think we could take one more.â
âYouâre scaring me, Sam,â (Y/N) said. âWhat happened?â
âIâll let veg tell you since heâs the one that witnessed it.â
The younger wolf stepped in front as Sam motioned him to do so, his cheeks growing red as everyoneâs eyes turned to him. What he had to say was not easy; everyone knew that. Jacob was his best friend, and speaking Iâll about him was a betrayal like no other. But if had to be done. Something had to be done.
âOkay, so weâve all seen firsthand how good Jake is at hiding his thoughts when weâre in wolf form,â Embry started, fiddling with his thumbs to avoid looking directly at anyone. âLike, heâs unnaturally good at this whole wolf stuff.â
âWe get it, El. Or best friend is the best at this,â Paul complained. âGet to the point,â
âYes. Okay. Sorry,â he stammered. âWell, we were out on our shift this morning before the funeral, and I could tell something wasnât quite right with him when we met up. I just thought he was sad about Harry. But a few minutes into our run, he let a memory slip though, about last night, and what went down with (Y/N) and Victoria.
âAfter he left Bella at her hip use, he ran back to our side of the woods,â he continued. âThatâs where he came upon the vampire and you, (Y/N).â
âNo, Embry. Jake wasnât there,â the girl said confused. âI only saw Victoria and Paul.â
âHe was there,â Embry restated, shaking his head. âHe saw Victoria attack you and stayed hidden behind some trees. He thought⊠I shouldnât.â
âDonât you dare hold back, Embry,â Paul ordered through gritted teeth. What the hell did Jacob think?â
âGods, this is horrible,â the younger boy worried. âHe thought if (Y/N) got hurt or⊠or worse, that Bella would seek comfort in him and finally forget about the vampires.â
âYou better not be saying what I think youâre saying, Embry.â
âIâm sorry, Paul. But, yes. Jacob thought that if (Y/N) died, it would send Bella right into his arms. So, he hid and watched as Victoria attacked. He left when you were taking her here,â he admitted sheepishly, as though he had been the one to commit the wrongdoing. His face had grown bright red, and she was sure she could see his chest rising and falling at an unnatural pace. âIâm so sorry, (Y/N). I never thought⊠I canât even believe he would do something so despicable.â
âIâm gonna kill him,â Paul seethed, his hand closing into a tight fist. âI donât care about being a pack brothers or whatever bullshit. Iâm gonna fucking kill him.â
âNo, youâre not,â (Y/N)said, her voice wavering slightly as she tried her best to hold her composure. It wonât change what he didâor what I guess he didnât do.â
âHe was going to let you die, (Y/N),â Paul whispered softly. âHe wanted you to die without getting his hands dirty. Thereâs no excuse for that.â
âIâm not excusing his behavior. God knows Iâve done enough of that already,â she sighed as she tightened her grip on the hand that had yet to leave hers. âIâm simply just done with Jacob. I donât wanna hear more of his excuses and warped reasonings. Iâm just done.
I never thought Iâd say this, but I almost died yesterday,â she chuckled incredulously. âI could have died I could have died because of that vampire last night if it hadnât been for you. But I also could have died that morning trying to save Bella. I donât know if Iâll ever forgive him, but I sure as hell donât want anything to do with him right now.â
âIâm not gonna really kill him,â Paul said, his voice softening as his gaze fell onto her eyes. âBut he canât get away without at least a beat down. Heâll heal quickly, unfortunately. I just canât let him think that everything heâs done to you can go unpunished.â
âItâs really not worth it,â she shrugged. âHeâs not worth it.â
âSomething has to be done,â he restated. âWhat are you going to do, Sam?â
âI donât⊠this is an unprecedented situation, Paul. He technically hasnât broken any rules, but I do agree he has to be punished. Iâm just not sure what that looks like.â
But though he didnât say a thing, Sam sent Paul a stare that the boy quickly understood. There was resolution in both of their gazes. Something had to be done, and something would be done. âKeep (Y/N) away,â Paul told his alpha. Iâll be back soon.â
âWait, where are you going?â (Y/N) questioned as he went to let go of her hand. âPlease donât go pick a fight with him.â
âJust stay here,â he softened. âIâll be back later to take you home.â
âPaulâŠâ
âI have to go do this, (Y/N),â Paul assured, cradling her face tenderly. Iâve been more than calm when it comes to him. But heâs crossed a line, and Iâm not gonna let it standânot when it means I could have lost you.â
âFighting with him wonât change anything, Paul,â she continued. âYou could get hurt.â
âThis is long overdue, (Y/N). And itâs happening.â
Before she could say anything else, Paul kissed her forehead and took off on a run. He sped down the street before anyone could stop him. His limbs took him flying toward the well-known red cabin while he prepared himself for the confrontation of a lifetime.
Paul knew that it was the worst day possible for a reckoning. With Harry Clearwaterâs passing, the entire community was down and reeling from a massive loss. Billy Black would definitely be surprised to see him at his house, but not another second could pass where Jacob thought he could get away with what he had done. He would pay for every single action he took against (Y/N). He would pay for even thinking of hurting her. Paul would make sure Jacob regretted the second he had decided to hurt the Swan girl.
Soon enough, the house came into view, and Paulâs blood boiled. Only the living room light was on, and he prayed to the gods that Billy wasnât home yet. The man had no fault in his sonâs wrongdoing, and the last thing he wanted was to cause the chief more heartache. Still, he had to do what needed to be doneâwhat should have been done months before.
Once he reached the front door, his fist pounded on the wood, his voice echoing Jacobâs name loudly and thunderously. Anyone down the street would be able to hear him, but he didnât care. Nothing mattered more than what he was going to do.
âPaul,â Billy said Ashe opened the door. âTo what do I owe the pleasure?â
âI need to talk to your son, Billy. And Iâm sorry, but this has nothing to do with you.â
âIf itâs about Jacob, it has everything to do with me,â the man responded. âWhat has he done now?â
âWhy donât you ask him?â Paul said as he saw Jacob slowly walking toward his father and packmate. âWhy donât you ask Jacob what he was doing last night, Billy?â
The manâs head snapped backward, his eyes falling on the petrified expression on his sonâs face. The guilt was plastered on thickly, and it was hard not to notice he had done something bad enough to regret. âWhat did you do, Jacob?â
âI didnât do anything,â the boy said. âWhy do you think I did something, dad? Shouldnât you be on my side?â
âI didnât even know there were dudes to choose from, boy. But your face has done enough to tell me that you have done something. We just have to determine how forgivable it can be. Itâs not like youâve been making the best decisions lately.â
âShould you tell him, or should I?â Paul spat. Either way, everyoneâs going to know the truthâeven your precious Bella. What do you think sheâll think about you once she knows what you did?â
âDonât you fucking talk about her.â
âJacob!â Billy exclaimed. âI demand you tell me right now what Paul is talking about. Iâve had enough heartache today, and I do not want to add to the distaste. You tell me right now, Jacob.â
âItâs not what you think, dad,â Jake groveled. âHeâs just blowing things out of proportion. I swear on momâs grave, I didnât do anything.â
âDonât you dare do that, son. Do not tarnish your motherâs resting place in that way.â
âTell him, Jacob,â Paul pushed. âTell him what couldâve happened to (Y/N) last night if it had been up to you.â
At the sound of the girlâs name, Billyâs eyes went wide. He understood that the dispute was regarding the girl, but the more Paul pushed, the worse he knew his son had acted. With the confirmation that it involved (Y/N), he was becoming resolute that Jake may have done something unforgivable. âJacob, if there is any chance for forgiveness, you better come clean now.â
âI donât⊠I didnâtâŠâ
âWhat? Vamp got your tongue, Jake?â
âShut up, Paul.â
âTell him, Jake. Tell your dad what you were gonna let happen last night.â
The second Paul disappeared down the road, (Y/N) went into a frenzy. She begged Sam to stop him and told Jared to go after him, but no one would budge. They all told her it simply had to be done. Whatever went down between the two boys had to happen.
But (Y/N) couldnât fathom either of them getting hurt because of her. Sure, Jacob deserved a little pain, but she couldnât help wishing no ill will toward him. Even if he had been an absolute monster the past three months, he had still been her friend for many years before that, and a part of her would always worry for that boy she knew.
As for Paul, worry was laced into every thought of him. She didnât even want to imagine what harm could come to him at Jacob's hands, especially because of her. Her head was a mess, and her feelings were all jumbled, but she was sure that the last thing she wanted was for Paul to get hurt.
The second she had found Paulâs keysâthe purple bracelet giving them awayâshe snatched them from the table and ran outside, but Sam and Jared were quick to block her way. âLet me through,â she said. âI need to stop this.â
âThey need to do this, (Y/N),â Sam said. âThe only thing youâre going to do by going there is get hurt. Youâve already had enough of that.â
âI canât just sit by and let them hurt each other, Sam,â she exclaimed. âThey are two of the most stubborn people I have ever met. This could easily end in blood.â
âTheyâll heal,â Jared retorted. âItâs like Paul said, (Y/N). This has been a long time coming.â
âI donât think you really understand whatâs happening,â Embry interjected as he joined the other boys. âJacob was ready to let you die last night, (Y/N). He would have committed one of the betrayals a pack brother can do, and thatâs harming an imprint.â
âThis is just another stupid mistake that Jacob made,â Sam continued. âThis was a calculated decision that could have ended badly.â
âYouâre their alpha, Sam. Youâre supposed to make sure things like these donât happen between them.â
âRight now, I have bigger things to deal with than those two,â he sighed. âI canât tell you what to do, (Y/N). If you wanna go, then go. But Iâm telling you, this is gonna happen whether you want it to or not.â
âI have to do what I can,â she responded as she jumped into the driverâs seat of Paulâs truck. âBefore they do something they might regret.â
âIâll go with her,â Embry offered. âIf things get too out of hand, I can get in the middle.â
âFine,â Sam relented, knowing there was nothing he could do to drop (Y/N). âJust make sure she doesnât get close to them.â
âI will,â Embry assured, slipping into the truck. "She wonât get hurt.â
In a matter of seconds, (Y/N) was speeding down the road and heading toward the red cabin, praying to whatever was out there that the two boys had kept their cool for long enough. She knew everyone was reeling. Not just because of what had happened to her but because Harry Clearwater had passed. It was a moment of high levels of stress and a fight was the last thing anyone needed.
(Y/N) didnât really understand her need to protect them both. At least not completely. She should have wanted the vindication that came from someone finally putting Jacob in his place, but there was a part of her, a small part, that simply wanted to move on and forget that part of her life. But there was still the part that wanted the boy she had loved to be safe. No amount of retaliation would ever replace everything she had already given him.
At the Black residence, Billy, Jacob, and Paul were engaged in a heated argument. (Y/N) couldnât hear it, but she knew what it was. Before giving it another thought, she jumped out of the truck and ran toward them, ignoring the searing pain that shot through her ankle and Embry yelling her name.
âTell him, Jake,â Paul said, his gaze burning a hole in Jakeâs head. âTell your dad what you were gonna let happen last night.â
âDonât,â (Y/N) blurted before she could stop herself. âIt wonât do anyone any good.â
â(Y/N), look at the state of you,â Billy gasped. Her arms were covered in cuts and bruises, and her neck sported a darkening bruise in the shape of a hand. The man took in every visible wound before turning his head toward his son. âDid you do this, Jacob? Did you hurt (Y/N)?â
âNo! What the hell, dad?!â he questioned defensively. âHow could you think that?â
âBut you could have prevented it,â Paul seethed. âBut you didnât want to, did you, Jake?â
âYou better tell me the truth this instant, boy,â the older man fumed. âIâve had just about enough of your excuses. What happened last night, Jacob?â
âI-I-IâŠâ
âSpeak up!â
âI almost died,â (Y/N) responded quickly. âLast night, the vampire thatâs been hunting Bella found me, and she almost killed me. Left me with some pretty nasty wounds as a reminder.â
âAnd what about Jacob, (Y/N)? Please just tell me.â
âHe didnât⊠I didnâtâŠâ
âHe saw her long before we did,â Paul said, anger spewing from every word he spoke. âHe saw her with the bloodsucker, and he was going to let her die. All because he wanted Bella to run back to him. Your son was going to let (Y/N) die so that her sister was so heartbroken she would find solace in him.â
âThatâs not true, dad!â Jacob defended. âHow could you say that?â
âIt is true,â Embry sheepishly interjected. âYou let the memory slip this morning during our shift. You saw everything that the vampire was doing, and you did nothing. You wanted her to die, Jake.â
âWhat the fuck, Em? Youâre supposed to be my friend.â
âIâm not going to lie for you, Jake,â the boy assured. âNot when it comes to someoneâs life.â
Jacob took a step closer to Embry, anger clear on his features, but his father rolled into his path, his face matching in anger. âYou were going to let her die, Jacob?â Billy interjected. âDo you have any idea how deplorable that is? And to someone you supposedly loved once upon a time.â
âDad, it wasnât like that,â he whined. âTheyâre blowing things out of proportion. I just⊠I froze.âÂ
âYou didnât, Jake,â Embry corrected. âI heard your thoughts, and they were unforgivable.â
âShut up, Embry!â Jacob raised his fist, headed straight for his friendâs face, but Paulâs hand stopped it. The older boy pushed him back, making him stumble in his step. âYou donât want to pick another fight with me, Paul. Remember how the last one ended?â
And how could he not remember? He had reeled from the pain for weeks, knowing that not only had he hurt (Y/N) but that she was back in Jacobâs arms. But this time was different. Paul was different, and so was she. He had finally said the truth, and she had heard it. All they needed now was time and maybe a dash of retaliation.
âDonât push your luck, Jacob,â Paul said through gritted teeth as he squared up with the boy. âThe only reason I havenât bashed your head in is because (Y/N) doesnât want me to hurt you.âÂ
âLook at that,â he snickered before whispering so low only Paul could have heard it, âeven after all Iâve done, she cares more about my well-being than even her own.â
That did it. Paulâs hand recoiled before colliding with a loud snap with Jacobâs jaw. The hit made the younger boy lose his balance, and he tumbled to the ground with a surprised expression. But it didnât take long before he was up again and lunging for Paul. There were punches thrown, kicks, drags, and pushes. Every collision of limbs resounded across the yard, thundering into the woods beyond. It was a messily choreographed dance where both boys were fighting for dominance. Well, Paul was fighting for something he knew mattered much more than a measly win. He was fighting for (Y/N) and everything she had lost because of Jake.
But (Y/N) could not handle the scene unfolding before her. Where the boys were focused on besting the other, all the girl could see was the forming red marks, the dripping blood, and the shredded clothes. All she could see was hurt and pain and everything she was tired of experiencing. She begged for them to stop, her voice growing hoarse as they continued to tumble farther away. She tried to run after them, but both Embry and Billy stopped her.
âItâs your son, Billy,â (Y/N) cried. âArenât you gonna do something about it?â
âYou have too forgiving a soul, dear (Y/N),â he said sternly. âThat boy needs a firm punishment that only Paul can impart. This needs to happen. My son has made his choices, however despicable they may be, and he had to face his consequences.â
âBut Iâm fine. Iâm here. Iâm alive,â she exclaimed. âTheyâre just gonna get hurt. You have to stop them, Billy.â
âI cannot, (Y/N). Theyâll stop when they need to,â he shrugged as he took the girlâs hand in his. âBut this must happen. This is the reckoning he had won for himself. Maybe Paul will finally knock some sense into that boy, and Iâll get back the son I knew.â
âButâŠâ
âLet it go, (Y/N),â Embry said. âThis is happening. Theyâll fight, get hurt, and heal.â
Before her very eyes, the brawling boys transformed into massive wolves, ripping away their clothes and their skin. They snarled and nipped, trying their best to instill the deepest wound. One second, Jacob was dominating, bashing the other wolf into the ground. He growled and bit his back leg, trying his hardest to end the attack. But the next, it was Paul who was pouncing on the russet-brown wolf, dragging him through the grass by his scruff. Jake thrashed and barked, his limbs thrashing as he tried to break free. Their furs matted together with crimson red stains, signaling every part their teeth had been able to sink into.
But (Y/N) was restless. As she watched the boys hurl each other across the ground, she couldnât keep still. She could not simply stand there and watch as they continued to hurt each other for her sake.
The girl slipped out of Billyâs grip and ignored his calls as she ran toward the animals. âStop!â she cried out. âJust stop! Itâs enough!â
Paulâs head snapped toward her, worry evident in his wolfâs eyes because of her closeness. He whined toward her, begging her to go back to safety, but she didnât budge. At that moment, as the silver-furred wolf turned his entire attention to (Y/N), Jacob sprung from the ground and pounced on the boy, sinking his fangs into Paulâs shoulder.
âNo!â (Y/N) shrieked as Paul wailed a painful howl. âLet him go!â
Yet all Jacob did was bite down harder, making it impossible for Paul to move. He held the older boyâs leg in his mouth, allowing the red liquid to stain his fur, growling as he stared at the girl. But his victory did not last long as a grey wolf jumped from behind her and crashed his head into Jacobâs ribs, knocking the wind out of him and making him release Paul.
As soon as he was free, the silver canine slowly transitioned back into a human, revealing a curled-up and pained Paul Lahote. (Y/N) quickly ran toward the boy, taking her jacket off and draping it across his legs, tears quickly falling from her eyes. âOh god, Paul,â she sobbed, pressing a hand on his oozing wound. âWhat do I do? What can I do?â
Her hand came up red and drenched in blood, making her shudder. âIâm fine,â Paul groaned as he struggled to get up. âWell, Iâll be fine.â
âYouâre bleeding, Paul. Because of me,â she said. âThis is the last thing I wanted. I didnât want you to get hurt.â
âItâs not your fault, (Y/N),â he smiled, his eyes softening as they landed on hers. âAnd itâll take time, but Iâll heal.â
âI should have listened. I should have stayed away. IâŠâÂ
âI knew what I was doing, (Y/N),â he said. His unharmed hand reached up to cradle her cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb. âAnd I would have done it a million times again because you deserve someone that would fight for you.â
âIâd rather have you be okay,â she whimpered, leaning into the warmth of his touch. âWe gotta get you inside and clean that wound up. Why isnât it healing fast?â
âWounds by other supernaturals take a bit longer to heal,â he replied. âAnd I canât really go inside right now.â
âYou canât stay here either, Paul,â she argued. âEmbry already took Jake away into the woods. The fight is over.â
âYeah, but Iâm also naked under this tiny jacket, and Iâm not sure I wanna expose myself just yet.â
Before (Y/N) could say anything elseânot that her beet-red cheeks hadnât said enoughâBilly rolled down the pathway, a blanket, and a towel on his lap. âWrap the towel around his shoulder, (Y/N),â he instructed. âIâll give you some clothes once weâre inside.â
The girl did as instructed before helping Paul to his feet. The sheet dragged across the ground and barely covered his chest, and pain shot through every part of his body. He could feel every scratch and bite across his limbs stinging as blood rushed to them, his body working overtime to heal. (Y/N) draped his healthy arm across her shoulder, wrapping her arms around his waist, trying her best to keep him steady. She barely reached his chin, but heâd be damned if he didnât revel in her touch.
Once inside, she didnât allow him to move another muscle. She fetched the clothes Billy told her to get and got the first aid kit from the bathroom while he dressed. In the kitchen, she got a bowl of warm water and a cloth before carefully washing away the blood from his visible wounds. She worked quickly and quietly, her brow furrowed in concentration, all of her attention focused on the task.
But it was the tears that glimmered in the corners of her eyes that captured Paulâs attention. âHey, hey, why are you crying, pretty girl?â he cooed softly as he cradled her face. âThose tears better not be because of me.â
âI canât help it,â she sighed as she finished wrapping his shoulder. âIf I hadnât distracted you, Jake wouldnât have bit you. I just wanted you guys to stop.â
âHey, that wasnât on you, (Y/N),â Paul responded softly. This was a sanctioned fight that I was not going to turn down. Iâve never liked Jacob, but I never really had a motive to beat him up. He got one dirty move in, but I pulled my own with him. Heâs going to have some wounds of his own to heal.â
âNone of this shouldâve happened, Paul,â she sniffled. âIf I hadnât pushed you away, this wouldnât have happened. If I had just left Jake when I needed to, this wouldnât have happened. I made so many wrong decisions that ended up here, and if I had made them, this wouldnât have happened.â
âDonât do that, (Y/N). Donât put this on yourself,â he assured. Even through the pain, he raised his other hand to cradle the other side of her face, using his thumbs to wipe away every stream of tears that fell. âIâm the one that could have prevented all of this. I should have told you everything from the very beginning, but I waited until it was too late. If anyone is at fault, itâs me.â
âI donât think I would have believed you,â she smiled as she closed her eyes to sink into his touch, reveling in the closeness and thankful for their safety. âI barely believed Bella until I saw you guys turn into wolves. And I was too blinded by Jacob to believe anything else.â
âIt still doesnât make any of this your fault. We all made decisions that had consequences, good and bad. Letâs just agree is not oneâs fault.â
âButâŠâ
âNo oneâs at fault, (Y/N),â he smiled. âNo one.â
Their eyes met and bore into one another, finding a glimmer they had not seen in a while. There was a sense of déjà vu that floated between them as they were taken back to the moment (Y/N) had been hurt herself and Paul had been the one to clean and wrap her wounds. They had been that close, the moment had been that intense, their feelings had been that undisclosed. But there was one distinct difference. There was no Jacob in the way.
Just as it had happened before, neither of them knew who had leaned in first, but in a matter of seconds, their faces had breached the distance between each other. Their noses were grazing each other, and their breaths caressed each otherâs skin, but neither made the final move. All they had to do was get closer. Just one slip andâŠ
âIâm sorry, (Y/N),â Billy interrupted. âBut could I have a moment with Paul? I just want to talk to him before he takes you home. I think itâs best you finally rest.â
âOh, of course,â she muttered. âIâll be in the living room.â
Once she was out of the room, Billy settled beside Paul, a warm smile stretched across his mouth. âIâm sorry for interrupting,â he chuckled softly. âBut you must know I am very protective of (Y/N). I may have been lenient and patient with my own sonâsomething I will regret for a long timeâbut I still care for her quite deeply.â
âI wouldnât hurt her, Billy,â the boy assured. âI wouldnât ever hurt her, not willingly.â
âI know that. Donât worry, kid,â he smiled. "I just wanted to thank youâfor today, I mean.â
âI donât think Iâve ever had a father thank me for beating his son up.â
âWell, normally I wouldnât, but that boy had long slipped from my hands, and I havenât been as strict as I should have,â the man sighed. âHe needed a reality check, and I know no better person to give it than you. What he did last night is not only unforgivable, itâs immoral and appalling. If his mother could see him now⊠letâs just say sheâd be quite disappointed. I donât know where I went wrong with him.â
âCanât say itâs on you. Jakeâs delusion is all him.â
âStill, I apologize for everything he has done,â Billy reaffirmed. âIâve always been quite protective of (Y/N), and I thought sheâd be safe with Jake. Unfortunately, I was wrong. But I certainly wasnât expecting you to be the one to look out for her. Still, I am grateful. Youâve proven to be quite the exemplary young man, Paul. And Iâm glad you are nothing like what people say of you.â
âShe deserves someone that isnât like who I used to be,â the boy confessed. âEver since the imprint bond, Iâve been trying to become the person I know she deserves. For the longest time, I havenât been, but I want toâIâm really trying.â
âAnd sheâs alive today because you have. I have not seen her smile like she did just now in a long time, and I have you to thank for.â He placed a comforting hand on Paulâs healthy shoulder, squeezing comfortingly. âYouâre a good kid, Paul, and I know youâll be the man she deserves. But I will say itâll take time for her to trust and love again. Give time to time, and everything will fall where it may.â
âWhat about Jake? What do you think will happen to him?â
âWell, I believe he will find himself alone, and heâll finally understand everything heâs done wrong,â Billy sighed. âSometimes we must hit our head against a wall to know weâve been walking down the wrong path, and I think he hit himself against a very strong wall.â
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Story Description:Â (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)âs and her life will never be the same.
A/N:Â can't believe how different my characters are in my twilight stories. this Paul is so much different than Speak Paul, and so is Jake, it kinda breaks my brain đ
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A moment can feel like an eternity when the soul isnât at ease. Time seems to reverse and turn over on itself, holding the body hostage to its grapples. It twists the mind, numbs all reason, and feeds doubt. Time can sometimes be scarier than death itself.
(Y/N) could have sworn the entire day had passed before the pack finally walked through the doors. But the light coming from the outside told her it was still early. They walked in as though nothing had happened, and they hadnât just torn a vampire to shreds. The boys laughed and patted each other on the backs, celebrating as though their lives had not been in peril.
As soon as they came into view, the girl ran to her brother and wrapped her arms tightly around him. She wrapped them around his neck as his own caught her by the waist. Once she felt him with her own hands, she finally let out a strangled breath, allowing all the anxiousness to roll off her body.
âOh, thank the spirits youâre okay,â she breathed shakingly. âI thought something happened to you.â
âYou need to give me more credit here, bean,â he chuckled. âWe take this job seriously.â
âI was scared.â
âCome on, he was outnumbered,â Sam shrugged. âThere was no way we were going to let him go. He was easy meat.â
âSo, none of you got hurt? Youâre all okay?âÂ
âOf course we are,â Paul interjected. âThat guy had nothing on us.âÂ
âI told you they would be okay,â Emily said, carrying a plate of fresh biscuits that the boys dug into as quickly as it reached them. âThe boys always come home. Especially when they know that thereâs food on the table.â
âI knew I could smell chicken,â Jared grinned. âIâm starving, man.â
âWhen are you not?â Embry teased as he walked past him.
âOh, the young kid has some bark in him,â Jared chuckled. âYouâre finally one of us.â
Laughing, Embry, Jacob, and Paul walked right past (Y/N) and to the dining table. Jacob was about to do the same but stopped next to her. âBellaâs okay,â she said. âShe got home a while ago. Sheâs still a bit shaken up, mostly because of the giant wolves she saw.â
âOkay,â he said as he let out a breath of relief. âThanks.â
âSheâs tougher than she looks, Jake,â (Y/N) smiled. âSheâs also smart, and she has a lot of questions.â
âI know,â Jake sighed. âI donât know what Iâm gonna do.â
âForcing the imprint bond hasnât worked out?â the girl teased. âI thought it would.â
âNot funny, (Y/N),â he pouted. âBut no. I guess everyone was right. Itâs just⊠she deserves so much better.â
âDonât we all, Jake? Donât we all,â she said as she patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. âNow, go eat. You gotta refuel.â
âYeah. Iâll see you around, (Y/N).â
âBye, Jake.â
As the boy left her by herself, her gaze found her brother. He was sitting on a bench in the backyard, his shoulders slumped and a hand over his eyes. Sam was tired, that much she could tell. But it wasnât because of the vampire. No. It was a fatigue she knew very well.
âHey,â she said softly as she sat next to him. âHowâre you doing?â
âI told you weâre all good, Bean,â Sam smiled weakly.
âThatâs not what I mean, Sam. How are you?â
âIâm fine,â he breathed. âJust⊠tired. I was worried before that. We caught the leechâs scent first, and we were ready for a fightâfinally finish up whoâs been killing all those hikers. But then your scent was mixed up in it and I got so stressed that I wouldnât get to you in time. Iâve been worried that a bloodsucker would take you away from me, but I never thought it couldâve happened this way.â
âIâm not going anywhere, Sam,â (Y/N) said as she wrapped her arms around her brother. âNot for a while, at least.â
âIt was scary to realize how easy it would have been for that guy to kill you.â His voice trembled as he spoke, the protector mask quickly falling away. âWith how things were going with the doctor, I was sure I would have to get used to not having you near again. But today reminded me about how you could have been gone for good. And what wouldâve happened if you had no idea who we were? You would have no idea that we were trying to protect you, and you would have been just as terrified as Bella was. You would have been scared of me.â
âWell, I guess thatâs one thing you can be grateful about him,â (Y/N) smiled, squeezing her brotherâs hand comfortingly. âThis is one secret you donât have to hide from me.â
âItâs a shitty secret.â
âItâs a necessary one, Sam. You taught me that.â
âYeah, itâs the reason two of the people I love most in the world got hurt,â he grumbled. âItâs a shitty secret.â
âWhat? Youâre saying if it had been a choice, you would have said no?â
Sam sighed and let his head fall back as his eyes closed. âI donât know, honestly,â he admitted. âItâs an honor to have been chosen to protect our people. But sometimes, I just wish the responsibility fell onto someone else. If it hadnât been for this, so many lives would have been different. I know Iâm meant to be the strong one, but I just canât help but wonder why me sometimes.â
âDo you remember what you told me before I left for school?â (Y/N) said. âI wasnât sure why I had been the one chosen for the scholarship and I was so scared that the school had made a mistake that I wanted to stay home. You told me that the only one who didnât believe in me was myself âthat I would always be my harshest critic and that I would never believe how amazing I was no matter how much people told me. Well, now itâs your turn, Sam. Youâre doing an amazing job as an alpha. Youâre keeping out people safe, you have a beautiful fiancĂ©e that loves you, and youâre the best brother a girl could ask for. If the universe chose this job for you, it was for a reason.â
âYeah, an alpha that didnât have a hold on things and managed to not only scar the woman I love, but I couldnât even stop you from getting hurt,â he exclaimed. âAnd now all these hikers are dead, and even though we killed this leech, another one with a vendetta is gonna come here for the Swab girl. I just canât seem to do things right. I have no business caring for all these people.â
âSam, I canât think of anyone else that would be perfect for the job. Youâve been taking care of me and mom for a long time. Even when you didnât have to, you always made sure we were okay. You made me dinner when mom was at work after school, you were there at every science fair, you even taught me how to ride a freaking bike,â she chuckled. âI donât think you realize how good of a person and a leader you are. How you always step up to the plate when anyone needs you, no matter how trivial the matter is. Youâre an amazing brother and an amazing alpha. We are all gonna lose someone sometime, no matter how hard we try to save them. Our job is to save those we can.â
Sam allowed the words of his sister to skin into his head, slowly allowing his body to relax. He settled into the bench comfortably and draped an arm around (Y/N) to bring her in for a side hug. âSince when do I have a little sister that is so smart?â he teased lovingly. âDonât remember the moment you got old enough to give me advice.â
âSam, youâre barely older than me.â
âDoesnât change the fact that Iâm older.â
âNo. Youâre just old.â
The pair of siblings joined the rest of the pack soon after, gathering around the table to enjoy the feast that Emily had prepared. They ate, they laughed, they talked, and finally, they crashed all around the fireplace in the living room. Jared and Embry had taken the sofas, and Emily and Sam had excused themselves to their room while Jacob had said his goodbyes and gone back home. The only people that were left awake were Paul and (Y/N), tension surrounding the air around them.
(Y/N) knew that avoiding Paul couldnât last much longer, especially not when she could have lost him that afternoon. She had waited for him to come home, breathless and terrified that the last moments she had spent with him had been avoiding him. The survival of their friendship rested on the conversation she did not want to have with him, but she knew it was essential if she ever wanted him to stay her best friend.
âSo,â she said, finally breaking the silence. âHowâve you been?â
âOh, you finally have some time for me in your busy schedule?â Paul teased. âHow lucky am I? Maybe I should face vampires more often.â
âVery funny, Paul.â
âHey, Iâm not the one that has been avoiding you for weeks now,â he shrugged as he threw his hands up in defeat. âWhatâs that about?â
The girl sighed as she restless her head against the wall, staring up at the wooden ceiling than into Paulâs eyes. She could feel his state burning a joke through her skull, seaman ding entrance into her innermost thoughts. âPaul, you know what itâs about,â she responded. âYou were getting too attached, and I didnât know how to manage that.â
âAre you serious, (Y/N)? I was growing too attached?â Pail spoke in shouted whispers, wanting nothing more than to explode at that. But exhaustion clawed at his body, and the last thing he wanted was to let his wolf out. âAnd what have you that brilliant idea?â
âPaul, come on. The night Jacob finally turned, I could hear it in your voice,â she recalled. âYou said there was something you just had to tell me, and Iâm pretty certain I know what it is.â
âOh yeah, Einstein? And whatâs that?â
âThat you want more,â she stated. âThat you want us to be more.â
Surprise ran through Paulaâs face before quickly transforming into an angry scowl. It had been what (Y/N) had wanted to avoid, but it was no use to continue pushing the inevitable. âCome on, (Y/N),â he exclaimed. âYou canât tell me it doesnât make sense. We work well together, we have chemistry, and we have known each other for so long. Why wonât you just give it a chance?â
âBecause I donât see you that way, Paul, and I never will,â she responded. âYouâre my best friend, yes, and we get along well because of it. It doesnât mean that I want to be with you. I told you from the start that this was not gonna be anything other than just a physical thingâI was very clear on that.â
âSo, what? You just use me for my fucking body but wonât even give yourself a chance to see if you might have feelings for me?â Paul spat. âIs it because of the bloodsucker? He broke you so much that you wonât give anyone else a chance?â
âThis has nothing to do with him. I simply donât have feelings for you, Paul.â
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me!â His voice rose as he jumped to his feet. âHeâs not coming back, (Y/N)! He left you. He took his family, and he left you. Why wonât you get over him already?â
âWhether he was here or not, my feelings for you wouldnât change. I see you as a friend, and Iâll always see you as a friend, Paul,â (Y/N) stated, trying her best to stay calm. She knew that playing into his game would only work to make him angrier, and the result could be catastrophic. âIf you canât handle that, then I think itâs best we just cool things off.â
âOh my god, you are still in love with him,â he scoffed. âAfter all that bullshit that you went through for months. He told you he didnât care about you. He said you were only a moment in his eternal life. He doesnât love you, and he never fucking did.â
By that point, the pair had gotten an audience, the two teens that were asleep on the couches had woken up and Sam had come out of his room. But none of that seemed to deter Paul from continuing with his rant. He was seeing red and didnât care if what he said hurt her. âYou donât care that he stomped on your heart and didnât give it another thought. I bet youâd take him right back if he asked,â he spat. âI guess you both have something in common, though. You take what you want from people and, once youâre done with them, you throw them away.â
âThatâs quite enough, Paul.â
âNo, Sam, itâs okay,â (Y/N) interjected. âFrom the beginning, you knew what you were getting into, Paul. I didnât want a relationship, and I sure as hell have never given you any indication that I wanted one with you. Iâm sorry if you are hurt, but I was very clear about what I did and didnât want. Itâs not my fault you believed this could ever go anywhere.â
âYou knew exactly what you were doing when you asked me to be your fuck buddy,â the boy seethed. âYou knew youâd be leading me on, and you held it over me like a fucking toy.â
âDonât you dare put this on me, Paul,â she said, her tone rising as frustration overtook her. âI was very clear. I was very honest. Not once did I ever say or even insinuate that I wanted to be with you. Iâm sorry that I did use you for your body and the convenience, but it is not my fault that you deluded yourself into believing that we could be together.â
âYou are honestly unbelievable, (Y/N). You used me, and now you wanna make it my fault,â Paul pushed. He closed the distance between them, towering over her like a dark cloud. He could see or hear reason; he couldnât even admit that everything he was saying was a lie. All he could see was red. âNo wonder you fell for a bloodsucker. Youâre just as heartless and cold as them. I bet you wouldnât even give betraying us a second thought if it meant you could save one of them. Maybe he left you before you could leave him. After all, it is in your genes.â
The words struck a chord in (Y/N). She gathered all the strength she had, recoiled her hand, and slapped Paul firmly across the face. But where everyone was expecting her hand to shatter at the contact, the hit went through and made the boyâs face snap to the side. The mere surprise had him stumbling a couple of steps back, holding his face as it grew pink from the strike.
After the initial shock, anger bubbled inside him, and he charged toward (Y/N). But he couldnât even make it a step toward her before Jared and Embry were shielding her. The boys grabbed Paulâs arms and held him back as he fought, yelling at them to let him go.
âThatâs enough!â Samâs voice bounced off the walls, sending shivers even down (Y/N)âs back. âGet out of here, Paul, and cool off. Thatâs an order. Go with him, Jared.â
The second-in-command pulled Paul out of the house and far from view, leaving Sam and Embry with a tearful (Y/N).
âHey, Embry, can you give us a second?â
âUh, yeah, sure,â he mumbled. âYou okay, (Y/N)?â
âYeah, Iâm okay,â she sniffled. âThanks.â
 âIâll, uh, be in the guest room until my shift starts.â
Once the boy had left, Sam wrapped his arms tightly around his sister, allowing her to crumble in his embrace. âHeâs an ass, (Y/N),â he whispered. âAnd he had no right to say any of those things.â
âBut heâs a little bit right,â she cried. âA few months ago, I was ready to leave everyone behind for a man that didnât even spare me a thought. And then I used Pau to fill a void someone else left, knowing he had feelings for me. Iâm just like dad.â
âHey, absolutely not. You are nothing like him,â Sam affirmed. He cradled her face in his hands, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. âYou are by far one of the most amazing human beings I know. Youâre intelligent, youâre caring, and so determined. I donât think you know just how proud I am of you. Paulâs just butthurt that you donât like him. He doesnât deal well with rejection.â
âIt doesnât mean heâd no right.â
âWhat could he possibly be right about? Heâs barely passing his classes.â
âI still love him,â she answered meekly, her voice so low and broken she wasnât sure she had said anything at all. âI miss him every single day, no matter what I do to forget him. I keep waking up thinking heâll be just a drive away, but then I get to the hospital, and his office is empty. Itâs not a bad dream, Sam. Itâs my reality.â
âBean, I didnât⊠why didnât you tell me you were feeling like this?  I thought things were better.â
âWell, I thought the last thing you wanted to hear about was about my ex-boyfriend, who is literally centuries older than me and is your natural-born enemy,â (Y/N) chuckled through her tears. âAnd itâs not easy to say that Iâm not over the guys that told me I was just a spec of sand in his lifetime.â
âLove is a strange thing, (Y/N). Itâs hard to come by, and it takes forever to move on from. It hurts for a really long time, until one day you wake up and it doesnât anymore,â he said, brushing back strands of her hair. âI donât care who this guy is, Bean. If you need me, if you need to talk, you just have to tell me. I am here for anything you need. He may have been my enemy, but you are my sister, and that trumps everything.â
âDo you think theyâll ever come back?â
âMaybe not in our lifetime. The last time they left, they didnât come back for almost seventy years. If they do come back, itâll be long after weâre dead,â he shrugged. âDo you want them to?â
âIs it selfish if I say I do?â
âI mean, it does make me question how weâre related,â he teased. âBut I donât think youâre selfish for it. Just promise me one thing.â
âWhat?â
âIf by some weird trick of the universe they do decide to come back, that you wonât go back to him, (Y/N). Or at least give him hell for it first.â
âI can promise you I will make him grovel until his knees give out,â she grinned softly. âBut I do hope that, if they donât come back, living without him gets easier soon enough. I hate carrying this black hole inside me.â
âItâll get better one day, Bean,â he said as he wrapped his arms around her. âBut while it isnât, let me carry this burden with you. And just take things one at a time. Focus on school and work and forget about this whole thing with Paul. Heâll see reason soon enough.â
âI love you, Sam. Thank you fed everything that youâve done.â
âI love you too, kid.â
âIâm only a year younger than you,â she laughed.
âA year is still a year,â he smiled as he chuckled. âNow, letâs get you home so you can rest and forget this all happened.â
Yet, it was a moment none of them would be able to rid from their minds. (Y/N) should not have been able to slap Paul without hurting herself, and she most definitely should not have hurt him. But, at that moment, no one was thinking about that. All they wanted was comfort and rest, and thatâs all they did. Because in their town, there was always something new lurking around the corner.
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Hey everyone, I want to introduce to you all to the reason I have only been able to write on my phone and one handed:
Meet little Miss Olivia Rosalie Hope. Well, Rosalie is only in my head because no one else wanted that name at home đ€. But since sheâs still such a baby, she requires a lot of attention, so writing has been a bit difficult. But hopefully I am able to get some chapters out to yâall. đ
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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 17
Word Count:Â 3.5K
Story Description:Â (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her fatherâs sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousinâs, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.
A/N: uh oh, things are changing...
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There was a tense air between (Y/N) and Derek as they reached her house. He helped her off the bike and kept his hand on her lower back as they walked to her front porch but did not say a single word. His stare was a million miles away, and she could tell his thoughts had been running rampant in his head.
âAre you okay, Derek?â the girl finally broke the silence as she slid her key into the door. âYou feel weird. Like, distant.â
âIâm fine,â he said, his stoic façade still plastered on his face. âI just need to make sure youâre home safe before I get my pack.â
âTheyâre fine. Theyâre hiding up in my room.â She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed him Isaacâs text confirming that they had locked themselves in her house. âBut I need to know what youâre hiding right now because I know somethingâs up.â
âEverythingâs fine,â he huffed. âWhy are they here?â
âI thought theyâd be safe here,â she responded. âDonât change the topic, Derek. You know you canât lie to me.â
âI just⊠we gotta stay away from each other for a while, okay? Believe me when I say, itâs for the best.â
The answer took (Y/N) aback. She stepped away from his touch, as though suddenly it burned her. His words had seemingly come out of nowhere. They were in a good spot, she thought. They werenât exactly in a relationship, but they werenât not in one either. They had been speaking consistently for the past couple of weeks, they had seen each other when they could, and they had kissed. God, did they kiss. âI-I-I donât understand,â she stammered as she blinked away her confusion. âI thought we were good. I mean, I know our situation isnât exactly ideal, but I didnât think it was going bad.â
âItâs just not the time to deal with feelings, (Y/N),â he sighed. âI have to focus on how to get rid of the Kanima and why Scott would betray us. I simply donât have the bandwidth to focus on you too.â
âOh, I didnât know I was such a distraction,â (Y/N) scoffed, putting another step of distance between them. âYou know, it was only a few weeks ago that you were saying you wanted this to work. No matter how long it took or what hurdles we had to go through. You said I wouldnât have to go through life alone, not while you were here. Was that all just bullshit?â
âIt wasnât⊠It isnâtâŠâ He ran his hands across his face in frustration, letting out an infuriated groan. âWith everything thatâs going on, I canât risk being close to you, (Y/N). The more time that passes with the Kanima here, the more hunters will arrive. Especially now that I have a target on my back, thanks to your cousin. Being with you only makes that target bigger, and it puts it on my pack too. I have to make the right decision for them.â
âSo, everything Iâve done to help you guys out means nothing?â she cried, biting down the tears that threatened to spill. âIâve stuck my neck out for you on more than one occasion. I think Iâve proven to be an asset to you and your pack when it comes to my family.â
âYou have and Iâm grateful,â he said. Derek took a beat before continuing. It seemed he knew the next words out of his mouth would drive a wedge between them that he wasnât sure would ever be removed. âI just donât know if one day youâll turn on us like Allison has done to Scott, or even like Kate did to me.â
If there was anything he could say that would drive (Y/N) away, it was that. Her fears of one day becoming like her aunt still haunted her to that day. It was a quiet but haunting rumble in the pits of her mind, fed by her insecurities and her fears, and very much alive.
âA-are you serious?â (Y/N) wanted to appear confident and confrontational. But she couldnât help the way her voice broke. âDo you really think Iâd be capable of doing something like that?â
âI canât be sure, (Y/N). I want to believe that you wonât and that you and your father are truly on our side, but I have to take precautions. Itâs not just my life thatâs at stake.â
(Y/N) didnât know if his words stung more than the unchanging expression on his face. There was no care, no compassion. She wasnât talking to Derek, her sour wolf. She was speaking to Derek, the alpha. âWhat brought this on, Derek?â she asked. âWhat made you change your mind all of a sudden?âÂ
âIt wasnât anything specifically. Itâs just⊠the situation weâre in is basically unheard of, and I need to make sure that Iâm putting a hundred percent of my brain into resolving this,â he said. âAnd if Scott isnât going to help, then I have to find a way to end this once and for all. I canât be worrying about the hunters coming from your side too.â
 Words died in the girlâs mouth as she tried to conceal the hurt that coursed through her veins. It was a betrayal like no other. âIs that really how you feel?â (Y/N) asked, her resolve quickly coming undone. âYou once told me that you knew that I would never be like Kate. That there was no way I could be that heartless. Does that mean you lied? Have you always felt this way?â
And with determination like she had never seen from him, he said, âYes.â By then, she couldnât hold back the tears, but she wouldnât let him see her hurt. She couldnât keep the drops from falling, but she could keep her sobs inside. â(Y/N)âŠâ
âGo,â she said sternly, facing her door and giving him her back.
â(Y/N), IâŠâ
âI said go, Derek,â she restated, raising her voice. âYou can call your pack after. But you need to get out of here right now.â
Before he could say another word, (Y/N) slipped into her house and locked the door behind her. Shuddering cries threatened to break through, so she clasped her fist into her mouth and bit down. She did not want him to hear her. Heâd been able to shatter her heart with a few words, but he did not deserve to know her pain. Not anymore.
As the tears fell, she remembered the cuts on her face. Every time another drop fell, it sank into the open wound, mixing blood and salty water down her cheeks. The sting was enough to subside the pain in her chest, but not enough to make it go away. And all she wanted was for it to go away.
Suddenly, soft steps on her stairs forced her head to snap forward to see a witness to her despair. Erica wore a sympathetic smile on her face, something that surprised (Y/N) out of her tears. It had been the first time she had even held a kind gaze toward the girl, always throwing sarcastic comments or unnecessary jabs her way. But at that moment, she came to her as a friend.
âLetâs fix up that face,â she said. âWhereâs the first aid kit?â
âUh, um,â (Y/N) cleared her throat. âThereâs one under the kitchen sink.â
âLetâs go.â
The blonde helped her up from the ground and followed her quietly into the kitchen. She didnât throw snarky remarks her way or make fun of the way her face was most likely a disaster. All she did was remain silent and try to help.
Once the first aid bag was on the counter, Erica patted a stool to instruct the girl to sit. Something she very much obliged to before the werewolf set to work. She put on a pair of black gloves and set to clean the wound with cleansing wipes, clearing away any debris or tear that might have mixed with her blood.
âThis is gonna sting a bit, okay?â Erica announced as she uncapped the liquid stitch bottle. âDo you need something to bite down on?â
âNo,â (Y/N) smiled softly. âGo ahead.â
The girl winced softly as the liquid touched her skin, but it was quickly replaced with the comfort of Ericaâs soft hands pinching the slash closed. She repeated the step two more times before cleaning the area once more and covering it with a gauze bandage. âThere,â Erica said as she finished bandaging her arm as well. âThe wound should breathe during the night to help with the healing. Try to keep it dry or without direct water contact for about five days, and you should be good.âÂ
âThanks,â she said. âYouâre good at this.â
âIâve had one too many falls not to be,â the girl chuckled as she put away the kit. âItâs actually the reason Iâve always wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to make sure no one else went through what I did.â
âWhy canât you?â
âAt first it was because I was so behind in school, Iâd never get the grades to get into a good school,â she shrugged. âNow, with the whole werewolf thing, I donât think I could.â
âWhy not? I think now itâll be so much easier for you,â (Y/N) offered. âNow, you donât have to deal with the seizures, and you can focus on your schoolwork. Later on, Iâm sure any school would be begging to have you go there.â
âI donât know,â the blonde sighed. âI guess, after seeing everything I have and going through what we have in such little time, I think med school seems stupid in the grand scheme of things. I would love to live a normal life, but I donât think I was ever meant to. I mean, at first, it was epilepsy. Now, itâs the fact that Iâm part wolf, part human, and I have yet to get that under control.â
Seeing Erica be vulnerable and sweet surprised (Y/N), and it was a welcome distraction to whatever it had been that had gone down with Derek. âYou know this is going to end someday,â she tried to comfort her. âWeâre gonna beat the Kanima, and the hunters will go back to their own lives. Life wonât always be like this.â
âHow can you be so sure? Something tells me thereâs always gonna be something in this town,â she chuckled dryly. âThe only way to go back to normal is to leave.âÂ
âIs that what you want? To leave Beacon Hills?â
âI mean, itâs a plan,â she shrugged as she sat beside (Y/N). âI didnât think it would be like this. The constant looking over my shoulder, the fear that Iâll be caught, the fear that Iâll be killed. I wanted the strength, the power that came with being supernatural. But I didnât really measure the danger that came with it. Unfortunately, not every hunter can be like you.â
âI think thatâs the first time youâve ever complimented me,â (Y/N) chuckled. âDonât know how I feel about it.â
âDonât get used to it,â the girl grinned. âBut seriously, you have no reason to protect us like you have. I mean, apparently, even lovesick Allison turned on lover boy.â
âYeah, grief makes you do unthinkable things,â she sighed. âEspecially when you have a monster like Gerard whispering in your ear.â
âAnd he doesnât whisper in yours?â
âGod no. I donât think he particularly likes my family. At least my dad and I.â
âOoh, family drama?â
âNone that I know the details of, but I know it has something to do with me and some woman from my dadâs past,â (Y/N) explained, remembering the not-so-hushed words from her parents. âAlso, my dad sort of sides with the wolves rather than the hunters. He thinks their methods are too extreme and cause more harm than good. He told me he wants to change the group from the inside out, but itâs hard.â
âAnd you believe him?â Erica inquired, biting the skin from her fingers. (Y/N) could see she hadnât noticed yet. It was something she did before turning, a way to calm her senses when everything seemed too much. âDo you really believe heâs on our side?â
âHe helped me find Derek tonight, and he covered for me about the rave. I donât think he would lie to me about that. My mom on the other handâŠâ
âCanât stand us?â
âYup.â
âWell, you can tell her the feeling is mutual.â
âHey,â (Y/N) exclaimed with a smile. âThatâs my mom youâre talking about.â
âNo offense,â Erica laughed as she threw her arms up in surrender. âBut seriously, I donât think Iâve ever said this, but thank you, (Y/N). Iâve unnecessarily been a bitch to you, and you donât deserve that. So, Iâm sorry.â
âAm I really getting an apology from Erica Reyes? I think I might be dreaming.â
âOh, come on,â she chuckled. âIâm trying to be serious hereâvulnerable. I am grateful for what youâve done for me, even when I was horrible to you. You didnât have to.âÂ
âWell, you got the bitch part down, I didnât think I needed it, too,â (Y/N) grinned before she took Ericaâs hand and smiled warmly. âBut it means a lot that you apologized. Thank you. Maybe from here on out, we could be friends. I honestly need more in this town.â
âI think that would be great,â she beamed. âIâve been needing a dose of estrogen after so many months surrounded by testosterone.â
As the girls laughed, footsteps came down the stairs and quickly joined them in the kitchen, followed by the pitter-patter of claws against the hardwood floor. âWell, look at these two fraternizing,â Isaac told Boyd. âNever thought Iâd see the day.â
âI would be rude not to when itâs her house,â Boyd shrugged. âWhich, again, thank you for letting us hide out here. We havenât really received any other instruction from Derek.â
âYeah, and I donât think you will anytime soon.â
âWhat do youâŠ?â Isaacâs words died in his throat as he noticed (Y/N)âs bandages and the smell of iron in the air. He was quick to rush to her side, inspecting her visible skin for any other wound. âWhat the hell happened?â
âAh, just a small run-in with Jackson,â she shrugged as she knelt to pet Brody, scratching him on the spot behind his ears he loved so he wouldnât worry about her. âIâll be fine. I just donât heal as fast as you guys do.â
âHow serious was the cut?â Isaac asked Erica, knowing (Y/N) would only wave him off. âWas it deep? I knew I should have gone with you to the station.â
âIt wasnât deep enough to need stitches, Isaac. Sheâll be fine.â
âDude, calm down,â Boyd chuckled. âSheâs tougher than she looks.â
âThank you, Boyd,â she smiled toward the boy. âI really appreciate the vote of confidence. You should learn from him, Lahey.â
âYeah, itâs all fun and games until you get seriously hurt,â he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. âI canât believe I let you go there by yourself. I should have been there.â
âAnd risk getting caught by my grandfather? Absolutely not,â she reprimanded. âAs a matter of fact, all of you need to lay low because while Jackson is still the Kanima, more hunters will keep flooding into town, and I donât wanna risk any of you getting caught. If you need a place to stay, I think I can talk to my dad and help you guys out. Maybe tell my mom the basement flooded and keep you guys there?â
âThanks, (Y/N),â Boyd smiled. âWeâll talk to Derek first. See what the next steps will be.â
âYeah,â she scoffed lightly. âAnd if you can find out what the hell is going on with him in the meantime, Iâd greatly appreciate it.â
The four of them spent the next hour in her kitchen, talking and laughing like normal teenagers until Erica and Boyd said they were too tired to still be awake and headed to (Y/N)âs room. But not before the girl turned and thanked Argent for giving her a night where she felt normal. After that, only Isaac and her were left downstairs.
They had moved into the living room, where (Y/N) rested her head on his lap, and Brody curled up right beside them. Henry had texted her that he and her mother would be staying over at Chrisâ house and that heâd keep her posted on anything that would be going down.
âI donât understand what happened, Isaac,â she sighed as she felt his hands running through her hair. âEverything was going great until just an hour ago. What made Derek change his mind?â
âHonestly, I wish I could tell you,â he said. âBut Derekâs not one to really talk about whatâs going on in his head. The only time heâs ever been nice to me is when youâre around. Heâs quite a dick when youâre not around.â
âBut heâs still your alpha.â
âItâs not like there are many options here,â he chuckled. âAnd I guess I feel a bit indebted to him. If it hadnât been for the bite, Iâm pretty sure I would have ended up in the hospital, or even worseâŠâ
Isaac couldnât bring himself to say the words, instead taking in a shuddering deep breath. (Y/N) could see his eyes getting cloudy with tears as fear overtook him. Even if that part of his life was buried, there was no way to repress the memories.
âIâm sorry you had to go through that, Isaac,â she responded quietly, taking his free hand in hers. âAnd Iâm sorry you had to go through it alone. I wish I could have at least been your friend back then.â
âI think you came at the perfect time,â he smiled softly. âJust long enough to get my shy and adorable side and stay to see my resurgence into an amazing and confident werewolf teenager.â
âYou know, some people would say cocky and self-absorbed.â
âWell, those people would be wrong,â he chuckled. âBut you did come at the right time. Those last couple of months, you actually gave me hope. If we had spent more time together, I think I may have even refused the bite.â
âWould you have, really?â (Y/N) mused. âWould you have given it all up?â
âI think so,â Isaac shrugged. âI mean, people around us donât seem disturbed by whatâs going on in this town. All I would have to worry about is whether or not I could pass my classes, and well, social services I guess.â
âNot funny,â she reprimanded, slapping him softly on the chest. âBut the supernatural does suit you.â
âIt does, doesnât it?â
âOh, calm down, Lahey.â
âIâm just kidding, Argent,â the boy laughed. âAs for Derek, all you have to do is give it time. He can be a moody one.â
âSomething feels different this time, though,â she sighed. âI donât know what it is, but somethingâs just off.â
The last thing Derek had wanted was to make her cry. Hearing her sobs through her door made his heart wrench in his chest, and all he could do was get as far away from her as he could. His legs took off in a soft run at first but quickly turned into a supernatural sprint that had his lungs aching for air. All he could do was run.
Soon enough, the scenery of houses and cars turned into trees and bushes. Leaves crunched under his feet, and branches snapped as he stepped on them. Even when a rock stood in his way and threatened to make him lose his balance, he simply kept running.
He wished (Y/N) knew that what he did had been for her own good. If she wasnât by his side, there was no way she could be used as a bargaining chip. Especially not with Peter back. He didnât trust his own life in the hands of his uncle; how could he entrust him with (Y/N)âs?
By the time he had reached his familyâs house, his body ached all over. Frustration filled his veins, and his limbs ached with the need for violence. He let out an exasperating scream before his fist went through a wooden board. He didnât know if he wanted to keep breaking down the house or just sit down and cry. As much as he wanted to be by (Y/N)âs side, he knew that the best thing for her would be for him to stay as far away as possible. He had lived long enough with loneliness, though none as hurtful as this one for a long time. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and heâd be the one to carry the hurt. As long as Peter was in town and her family would punish her for her affiliations, heâd just have to stay away.
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Speak | Chapter 24
Word Count:Â 4.1K
Summary:Â Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didnât expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.
A/N:Â sorry the chapter is late, guys. had a party this weekend and had no time to write. but here it is! đ
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Morning brought unimaginable pain for (Y/N). As she stirred awake, the soreness that ransacked her body gripped her lungs tightly stopping all air from filling them. She wanted to yell out, but the dead was so intense that the sound died in her throat.
She reached her hands out, trying to make sense of where she was and how she could get help. Her mind was hazy, her memories failing to register inside her head. Until she felt warmth, and she remembered.
âPaul,â she meekly croaked out. âPaul, please.â
In a second, the bot had jumped out of the bed and was by her side. âWhatâs wrong?â he said, his voice dropping an octave with sleep hanging onto every word. âWhat do you need?â
âIt hurts,â she groaned. âI think⊠pills.â
(Y/N) had no energy to form more than a few words, not when pain pain seated into every part of her body. Her eyes followed Paulâs figure as he ripped the door open to go find what she needed. But before he could run, Emily appeared. She wore a warm smile on her face and carried a bottle of pills and a glass of water. Without another word, she handed the glass and two of the pills to (Y/N), who downed them as quickly as she could.
âDonât try to get up until you feel the pills work,â Emily said as she ticked the girl back into the bed. âIâve left some clothes for you in the bathroom and a towel. Your own clothes were quite shredded, so I put them in a bag for youâwasnât sure what youâd want to do with them.â
âAre you on your way out?â Paul asked. âThe funeral starts in like half an hour, right?â
âYes,â the woman smiled softly. âSam is just finishing getting ready. They came home an hour ago from doing some more rounds in the woods.â
âOh, Harry,â (Y/N) cried as she remembered parts of the nights before. âMy dadâŠâ
The girl tried to get up from the bed, but the pain that shot through her back sent her back down. The wince that left her mouth had Emily and Paul rushing to her side to keep her from getting out of bed.
âDonât get out of bed, (Y/N). You need rest,â Emily pressed. âYou can talk to your dad after. For right now, you need to stay here and take the painkillers every four hours until you feel well enough to get home. I will give condolences to the family on your behalf.â
âBut IâŠâ
âNo buts, (Y/N). Youâre staying here with Paul until you can finally move,â she said sternly. âThis is not up for discussion, okay? What happened last night was not something small. You are hurt and you need to rest. Youâve gone through enough.â
âOkay,â (Y/N) gave up. âThank you, Emily. Youâve been very kind.âÂ
âOh, no need to thank me,â she smiled. âAs long as you promise that you two will finally talk things out. I cannot live another day with mopey Paul.â
âEmily,â the boy complained.
âOh, hush, Paul. You know itâs the truth.âÂ
As he was about to respond, Samâs head peeked into the room. It was odd to see him dressed up in a black suit and not his usual denim shorts and tank top. âEm, weâve gotta go,â he said before noticing that (Y/N) was awake. âHow are you feeling, kid? You really took a tumble yesterday.âÂ
âI canât say Iâm not hurting all over, but it could be worse,â she joked trying to lift Samâs mood. There was a sadness behind his eyes that she could feel deep in her bones. Sam hadnât just lost a member of the community; he had lost a part of his family. âSafe to say Iâm not going into the woods or jumping off cliffs anytime soon.â â
âThatâs probably a good idea,â he chuckled softly. âBut you should listen to Emily and rest up for today. You went through more in the last twenty-four hours than people would in their lifetime.â
âItâs just the Swan way,â she said. âIâd be surprised if I never stumbled into life-threatening situations without meaning to.âÂ
âWell, I hope you donât go through any more in a very long time,â Sam smiled. Emily walked to join his side as they prepared to leave for Harryâs funeral, the same solemn look falling over their faces. âWeâll see you when we get back, guys. Thereâs food in the fridge if you get hungry.â
âI also left some fresh muffins on the kitchen counter,â Emily added. âBut youâre welcome to anything here.â
âThanks,â Paul answered. âPlease tell Sue how sorry I am.â
âOf course,â she smiled. âNow, get to talking, you two.â
The couple left the house with Jared and Embry trailing quietly behind them, leaving (Y/N) and Paul to their own devices. It was quiet for a moment. Only the sound of the wind rustling the trees could be heard, not even birds were singing. The air around them was heavy and eerie, mirroring the feeling of many people in the reservation.
But silence wouldnât fix things. It hadnât done anything but drive a wedge between the two for a very long time. It had been the one thing that kept (Y/N)âs life stuck in the same pattern for over a decade. Silence had allowed hurt and discomfort to fester in her life for far too long, and there was no space for it anymore.
âI know I said I wanted to last night, but I donât want to fight,â she said quietly. âIâm tired of fighting, of being on the defensive.â
âI donât want to fight either,â Paul was quick to respond. He slid down the wall beside her and onto the floor, unsure of how much closeness she was comfortable with at that moment.
âYou lied to me, Paul,â she added. âNot just about the whole werewolf thing, but that you werenât hiding anything else.â
âWhat do youâŠ?âÂ
âJacob told me about the imprint bond,â she interrupted. The words felt like gravel in her throat as they reminded her of every jab Jake had thrown at her. âI donât understand why you find it so easy to lie to me, Paul. I thought we were always meant to do the honesty thing. But somehow, when I find myself wanting to forgive you, I find out youâve lied to me about something else. The worst part is I donât know how to trust you anymore.â
âWhat did he tell you?â the boy asked, unsure of what his words could be. âA-about the whole imprint thing, what did he say?â
âHe told me that every wolf has one, and all it takes is for their eyes to meet for your entire world to change,â (Y/N) said. âHe said that youâre meant to become whatever your imprint needs you to be and that there will always be an unnatural pull toward each other. He said thatâs the reason we couldnât seem to stay away from each other⊠and that the imprint bond is the only reason someone like you would ever be interested in someone like me.â
Paulâs face contorted at what she said. A mix of anger and sadness forced its way onto his features, unable to hide the sting from her words. Once more, Jacob had beaten him to the punch out of spite twice. He had done it not only to hurt him, but to hurt (Y/N). And he couldnât let it slide any longer. âThatâs not all there is to it,â he said, trying his best to contain his angerâit wasnât directed at her, and heâd be damned if he let her be the bearer of it again. âThe moment you see them, your entire sense of self changes. Your entire reason of being is themâto protect them, to care for them, to be what they need when they need it. They are the force with which your world moves. Itâs true that there is an unnatural pull toward them, but itâs so much more. Being away from them is physically painful, like air canât really reach your lungs or blood doesnât get to your brain. I donât know how to explain it better than it feels like youâre walking through life with a hole in the middle of your chest.â
âSo, if Iâm your imprint, that mean youâve been feeling that way for a long time?â
âWell, yeah,â he admitted. âBut thatâs my fault.â
âI still donât understand why you couldnât tell me this,â (Y/N) exclaimed. âI was going crazy because after the bonfire I couldnât get you out of my head. For years, I had wanted Jacob and I had him, but you snuck into every thought, every dream, every moment. Jake asked me from the first time we saw each other to keep my distance from you. And I would have if I hadnât felt this need to get closer. I believed I was just a bad girlfriend but excused it away by saying that I just wanted to have friends. But it was this desire that consumed me. I wished to be asleep so I could see you in my dreams. The moments we werenât talking, my hands itched for my phone just to text you. And I thought, maybe this is why Jacob is always mad at me. No matter what he did or how much I thought I loved him, you somehow found your way back into my head. Do you have any idea how bad that made me feel? I had everything I ever wanted and somehow it was not enough. Not when you were around.
âAnd somehow Jacob knew that he wasnât enough for me anymore. Not since I saw you,â she continued, her eyes brimming with stinging tears. âThe more I thought of you, the more he held onto me. He asked me for one thing, and I couldnât even give him that. So, by the time he exploded over Embry, I couldnât help but think it had been because I couldnât do the only thing he had asked. It made me think I deserved all his mistreatment. Because my heart I believed belonged to him, but my mind thought of only you.
âAt the end of the day, I guess both of you were right,â she chuckled sadly, wiping away the streams that warmed her cheeks. âHe only got close to me because of Bella, and you only cared about me because of the imprint link. I bet that makes you happy.â
Paul couldnât stand the fact that she thought that way, it pained him far more than the distance that had built between them because of his decisions. He knew heâd never been one to make the best choices but keeping the truth from (Y/N) had been the worst one yet. âNone of this makes me happy, (Y/N),â he responded softly. All his anger had swiftly dissipated as he saw the pain in the girlâs tears. âWhen I said that, I had never meant for it to be true. It was merely a thought that I had not been able to keep inside. I had been speaking with anger and spite that day, hurt by the kiss you had shared with Jacob after he had broken things off with you. It was petty and childish, and I wish I could take it all back.
âAbout the packâs secret, well, you have to know I thought I was doing the right thing,â he explained, taking tentative steps toward her. âThis world is not one I wanted you in the middle of. I thought that the less I told you about wolves and vampires, the less danger would follow you. But I forgot who your sister was and how, even without knowing about the supernatural, she attracts danger. The second you stepped foot in Forks you were thrown into the center of this world, long before we ever locked eyes. But I⊠in trying to avoid what had been done to your sister, I ended up doing the same to you, and Iâm sorry, (Y/N). More than you could ever know.â
âAnd about the imprinting?â
âThat, well, I, uh,â he found himself stammering as he finally brought himself to sit at the end of the bed, clasping his hands tightly on his lap. âI guess I didnât want you to think that the only reason I wanted to get close to you was because of it. But, again, I gravely miscalculated what other people would do.â
âHow can it not be that, Paul?â (Y/N) asked, her eyes already reddened from the tears, but the pain in her body disappeared as the minutes passed. âIf it hadnât been for the bond, you wouldnât have even looked my way.â
âIs that really what you think? That I would have never been interested in you if it hadnât been for a mystical tether?â
âCome on, Paul,â she sniffled. âWeâre basically from different worlds. If we went to the same high school, you would have walked right past me in the halls.â
âThatâs notâŠâ
âLook at you, Paul, and look at me,â (Y/N) exclaimed, her voice breaking as it rose in volume. âI know you were quite popular in school before the whole werewolf thing. You went through your fair share of girls, and you didnât quite care about what anyone thought of you. Me? Sure, I had some friends and even had a boyfriend, but Iâve always been the person that has been overlooked. The one people want around when thereâs a project to be done or something artistic to be made. No one missed me when I left. Iâm pretty sure you wouldnât have wasted a single glance toward me.â
Paul wanted to laugh then. Shake her until she knew how wrong she was. Instead, he spoke. âYou donât remember, do you?â At her dumbfounded stare, he continued. âWhen we first went out, I told you that wasnât the first time we had met. Do you remember that?â
âI, uh, I donât. Not really.â
âWell, I did sort of just mumble it out,â he chuckled. âI came here to La Push when I was only eight. My parents had just gotten divorced, and I had so much anger and confusion inside of me. Pair that with a sudden move four hours away from everything I knew, I was sure it would be the worst summer of my life. One day, I had been walking down my street because my dad had forced me out of the houseâsaid I had spent enough time holed up in my room and I needed to make friends. I never planned to meet anyone but if I stayed in the house, I would most likely just end up fighting with him.
âOne second I was walking, kicking a rock down the road, and the next I was on my ass because someone had run straight into me,â he said. âI was ready to yell at whatever idiot kid had decided to ram into me, until I heard her laugh. A girl had been the one to hit me and she had landed on the floor as well and, instead of getting angry, she burst out into a beautiful song of laughter that made all the bubbling anger die.
âShe got up from the ground and offered me her hand,â he smiled. âShe said, âSorry, I wasnât looking. Iâm supposed to be playing hide and seek.â Her pants were covered in red dust from the ground and her hair had been disheveled, but she didnât care. âMy nameâs (Y/N).â You were the first person I ever met, and you didnât even live here. You said I could join you and your friends if I helped you find a good hiding spot. Then we could talk about being friends.â
The memory sprouted clearly in (Y/N)âs mind. It had been a hot summer midday and the Black kids and her didnât want to stay stuck in Billyâs house. Bella didnât want to play and stayed back with a book while Rachel, Rebecca, Jake, and her ran through the reservationâthe older girls had mostly agreed to keep an eye out for the younger kids. They had enlisted the company of Seth, Embry, and Quil. It was summer, and all they cared about was having fun.
It was Jakeâs turn to seek, and heâd always had a knack for finding everyone quickly. So, (Y/N) had set off to find the best hiding spot she could think of. The second Jacob had started counting she had sprinted off in the opposite direction, hoping he didnât sneak a glance.
Thatâs when she had run straight into a boy she did not recognize. Her butt had hurt from the impact, but she couldnât help but let out laugh after laugh. She had worn light colored pants that had turned red from the dust on the ground and her shirt had ripped where it went past her hips. She had always been told that the Swans tended to be clumsy but seeing it in action always made her laugh.
The boy had seemed angry at first, but by the time she had reached her hand toward him, his scowl had turned into a soft smile, and then he had laughed with her too. He had told her his name was Paul after she had given hers and that he had just moved to the reservation with his father.
âYou said I could hide in your neighborâs shed because they were out for the summer,â she recalled. âWe stayed there for thirty minutes until I knew I had won that round. And IâŠâ
âYou gave me a bracelet you had made with your mom before you had come to Forks,â he continued. âI carried it with me until it got too short to wear around my wrist, so I tied it to my house keys. I still have it. And IâŠâ
âYou gave me a braided leather bracelet that you had brought from Tacoma,â she interrupted. âI keep it hanging on my bed because I didnât want it to break.â
âEvery single year I waited for you to come back, and you would,â Paul said. âBut you always spent your time with Jake, and I couldnât stand him, so I kept watching from afar, hoping youâd notice I was there. Until one year, you didnât come at all, and I thought I had lost my chance to ever talk to you again. I never forgot about the girl I had met that day, the one that had made me laugh at a moment when everything seemed so bleak. I hadnât forgotten, but I couldnât quite remember.
âHer face wouldnât be the same and the image I had of her had begun to blur around the edges,â he admitted. âUntil that day on the beach when everything rushed back. Not only had I met the person the universe had thought was my greatest match, but it just so happened to be that same girl that had laughed after she had crashed to the ground from running into me. The very girl I had waited for every summer since I had come to La Push. I donât think we met that day out of pure chance, (Y/N). Sooner or later, we were always meant to meet.â
Every thought and emotion ran through (Y/N)âs head. There was so much uncertainty, but it mixed with hope, and it confused her all that much. âBut how can you be sure that what you feel is not just the bond?â she asked meekly. âHow do you know itâs real?â
âBecause Iâve felt this way since I was eight,â he confessed with a smile. âI didnât know it back then. But ever since, Iâve never met anyone that makes me laugh or smile like you did that day. I didnât need the universe to tell me what I felt that day, and I donât need it to tell me what I feel now. It canât tell you what to feel either, (Y/N). Not if you didnât feel it at some point.â
âBut what ifâŠ?â
â(Y/N), you donât have to have all the answers right now,â he said as he took her hands in his in an effort to calm her mind. âBut you do have the ones you were waiting for. Just take it one step at a time.â
âDoesnât the bond meanâŠ?â
âThe imprint bond canât force you to have feeling, (Y/N). It can only expand what you feel. Thatâs why imprintees donât just become an imprintâs partner. Because they donât always want us to be.â
âWhat would happen if an imprint rejected their wolf?â she inquired. âIf distance alone can hurt that much, what would rejection do?â
âWell, it might just be the worst pain we could go through. It would be agony like no other. Do you notâŠ? This might be too much, too fast.â
âNo, I was just⊠Iâm not,â she stammered absentmindedly. âI donât want to reject you, Paul. Iâm not even planning to. I just donât know what Iâm supposed to feel right now. Iâve just been told so many different things that I think my mind is just reeling.â
âThereâs no right or wrong feeling right now,â Paul smiled softly. âItâs a lot of information to take in.â
âI think I just⊠I donât know. Maybe I need to talk to someone else. Someone that has gone through all this.â
âYes, of course,â he exclaimed. âTalk to Emily. If thereâs anyone that can tell you about the imprint bond, itâs her.â
âSo, werewolves, vampires, soulmates, any other lore Iâm missing out on?â
âThat might be it for now,â the boy shrugged with a chuckle. âBut there might be things out there even I donât know about.â
After sharing a laugh, the pair left to the kitchen to finally eat some breakfast, fueling their bodies after such a long night. Paul had helped (Y/N) to the table, rushing through the kitchen to serve the plates. He balanced the tower of food that was his dish in one hand and (Y/N)âs request in the other. His steps were slow and calculated until he made it to where she was sitting, placing the muffin basket in the center of the table after the plates were on it.
They ate quietly, (Y/N) pushing around her food before taking a bit, and Paul downing it in the blink of an eye. It would have been a far funnier sight if the girlâs head wasnât still riddled with thoughts.
âIâm sorry for being angry for so long,â she finally broke the silence. âI just kept hearing things from other people and forgot to actually listen to you. A lot of the things that have happened could have been avoided if I just listened.â
âYou have nothing to be sorry about,â he quickly added. âI was the one that kept all of this from you and let Jake tell you whatever he wanted. I had so many moments where I could have been honest with you but decided to keep it hidden. Iâm the one thatâs sorry, (Y/N). Iâm the one who could have avoided all this if I just had the courage to speak.â
âLetâs just agree that we both could have said something at some point,â she smiled. âBut I will say, if my back does end up with scars, Iâm gonna have a very interesting story to tell.â
âI only know of two humans that have gone through a vampire attack and survived,â Paul laughed. âAnd they just so happen to be sisters.â
âI donât think I ever thanked you for that,â she said. âIâm glad you found me, Paul.â
âAs long as Iâm around, nothing is gonna happen to you,â he promised as he took her hand in his. âNot anymore.â
âI donât doubt that,â she beamed. âI also have to thank Embry and Sam for chasing the vampire away. Emily told me they got home late because of that.â
âYou can do that right now,â he smiled. âThey just got home.â
As he said that, Jared walked through the door, a look of concern sprawled on his face. It was the same stare Sam and Embry wore as they walked behind him. âWe gotta talk to you, Paul,â the first boy said. âItâs, uh, itâs serious.â
âWhat happened?â
âItâs something to do with Jake,â he grimaced before continuing, âand (Y/N). About last night.â
âDid the vampire come back?â (Y/N) worried, squeezing Paulâs hand tightly as her heart raced. âDid she attack him?â
âOh no,â Embry said angrily. âBut Paul just might.â
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Heartbeat | Chapter 18
Word Count:Â 3.3K
Warnings:Â foul language, mature themes
Story Description:Â (Y/N) Marks had no free time. From studying for med school, working her rounds for clinical, and the occasional babysitting her sisters sprung on her, she was all booked up. But none of that stopped her from aiding her sister and their best friends to rob a grocery store. She could have never guessed those couple of minutes would be enough to change her life forever or that it would lead to her meeting the man that would catalyze that shift.
A/N:Â I love this story so much, y'all have no idea. But especially the AO3 version đ«Łđ«Ł
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Hours later, and with a lighter heart, (Y/N) was back at home. She rehearsed in her head how she would bridge the topic of Bethâs employment to her and, even more, how sheâd tell her that the FBI agent had also wanted to speak to her. It was obvious that her sister would have to come clean, but just how far did the girlâs own truth have to extend?
âThanks for the ride,â she smiled as the car rolled to a spot. âIâll let you know how everything goes.â
âJust let me know what you gonâ say, aâight?â Rio said, reaching over the center console to cradle her chin. âEverythingâs gonna be fine. I got you.â
âI know,â she smiled. âIâll call you.â
âAâight.â He pulled her face close to his and kissed her tenderly, holding onto her as if she belonged to him. âNight, (Y/N).â
âGood night, Chris,â she grinned. âGet home safe.â
She waited at the doorstep until his car had disappeared from the street, wondering just how her life had changed so much. Obviously, she knew when and why it had happened, but not why she remained. Two months before, she would have laughed in anyoneâs face if they told her sheâd be practicing clandestine medicine for gang members and their families while in a quasi-relationship with a gang boss willingly. It wasnât the sort of thing she did. (Y/N) was careful, calculated, and a walking ball of anxiety. Everything she was doing negated that, but somehow, she couldnât stop.
The house was quiet as she walked inside. Given the hour, she knew the kids would be dead asleep, but she hoped Beth at least was still awake. She always kept late hours, and now, knowing what she did, (Y/N) knew sheâd most likely be wide awake.
Beth was at the kitchen island nursing a glass of whiskey when she noticed (Y/N) walking in, quickly slipping on her mask. â(Y/N),â she smiled. âWhatâre you doing here? Itâs so late.â
âIâve gotta talk to you.â
âWhat is it, (Y/N)? Is everything okay?â
âAn FBI agent came by the hospital today to ask me some questions,â she said. Beth stiffened at the statement, avoiding her sisterâs eyes at all costs. âHe was asking about suspicious activities in the neighborhood and mentioned something about some pictures. He also said he talked to you and Dean. Do you know anything about that?â
âWhat exactly did he say, (Y/N)?â
âWe didnât get a chance to finish talking. A nurse told me Sarah had been admitted, and he gave me his card. Told me to go by his office soon,â she added. âI know thereâs something going on with you and gang friend, Beth. Iâm not an idiot.â
âWhy would you think that?â Beth laughed awkwardly.
âBecause why else would a federal agent be asking about suspicious activity in this area and come to you specifically to question?â (Y/N) retorted. âI need you to tell me everything that is going on and what I have to say when I go there.â
âOkay,â the woman finally relented. She rounded the island and sat down on a stool with a sigh, patting the one next to her for (Y/N) to sit on. âAfter Canada, I reached out to Rioâthatâs his nameâand asked him for work. The first task wasnât exactly what we had in mind. He had us take care of someone that had been shot.â
âThe phone call,â the girl recalled.
âRight, the phone call,â Beth grimaced. âThat didnât exactly work out, and I thought weâd be done for. Thatâs why he came here on Kennyâs birthday. He came to pick his âboyâ up, but the guy had disappeared. But as of a few weeks ago, I called him up because I came up with a way to clean his money. Ruby, Annie, and I have been cleaning around 100 thousand dollars and getting a cut of the money. Itâs not as much as we expected, but it was keeping us afloat⊠for some time. So, I asked for an increase. We have to wash 500k this time.â
âSo, not only did you lie to me when I asked why heâd come to the house, but youâre washing half a million dollars for him. I should honestly be more in shock here,â (Y/N) stated. âWhy didnât you tell me? Why didnât any of you tell me about this?â
âThatâs all on me, honestly,â Beth sighed. âAnnie and Ruby told me you should at least know what was going on, but I wanted you to concentrate on school and not a life of crime. I didnât think youâd be stuck in the crossfire like this.â
âBeth, you need to understand that Iâm no longer a kid. I donât need you to protect me anymore. Keeping me in the dark makes things worse for me. How do you think it feels to have an FBI agent show up at my work and he starts questioning me about things going on in the street?âÂ
âAbout as terrifying as it feels to have him come to my home twice and question me in front of my family,â she chuckled dryly. âBut I am sorry we didnât tell you about it, (Y/N) . I just didnât want you to be in the middle of things. I wanted to make sure that if things ever got bad, you werenât involved in it.â
âBut I am in the middle of things, Beth. Iâm your family. I literally live in your backyard,â she exclaimed. âEverything you do affects me. Whether directly or indirectly. Just like Annie and Ruby. You guys are the only family I have. I canât protect you from things that I donât know, and Iâm old enough to be able to protect you guys. Or at least help in some way.â
âYou are absolutely not helping us wash money,â Beth said sternly.
âI donât know where Iâd even find the time,â she chuckled. âBut itâs still good to know just in case things like federal agents start showing up. Dean and the kids donât have to know shit, but I do.â
âIâm sorry, (Y/N). I honestly just wanted to protect you from all of this. I didnât think theyâd seek you out, too.â
âHave you talked to the agent about Rio already?â
âI came home like an hour ago from doing that,â she sighed. âHe had a picture of Rio getting into his car, and it looked like he was coming from the house. I told Agent Turner that Iâd had an affair. That I met Rio at a bar-restaurant called Luckyâs. I said it had been a one-night stand and that I never planned on seeing him again.â
âDid he buy it?â
âIt seemed like he did,â she shrugged. âHe told me to be careful who I brought into my home. What I donât understand is why he would ask you about it.â
âWell, if the picture is from the day of Kennyâs party, I did go out to talk to him,â (Y/N) said. âWhat if the same person that took the photo of Rio took a photo of me and him together? What am I supposed to say then? That he has a type?â
âThat could work,â Beth mused. âYou can stick to the same story somewhat. Youâre young. Theyâll think you were naĂŻve.â
âRight, I can sayâŠ
âI met him at a bar. Luckyâs, I think it was called. Iâd had a long day at the hospital and needed to unwind,â (Y/N) said, clasping her hands on her lap. âHe bought me a drink, and we talked a little, nothing important. After a few drinks, I went to the bathroom, and he followed. We made out on a sink, and he screwed me against the wall. I gave him my number, and he said heâd call, but I never heard from him or saw him again. Until that day when he was leaving Bethâs house, and I confronted him about it. I told him to lose my number and to never show his face there again. I donât even remember the name he gave me, but I can tell he has a type.â
Jimmy Turner listened to every word (Y/N) said. She played the part of an oblivious girl very well. âSo, you didnât know who he was or what he did beforehand?â he asked. âAnd nothing about him put you off?â
âNot exactly,â she shrugged softly. âI wasnât exactly going there to find the love of my life, you know? I just wanted a few drinks, and he just so happened to want an easy hook-up. We each got what we wanted, I guess.â
âAnd he didnât give you his phone number back. You didnât find that odd?â
âWell, he said heâd call. I had no doubts at that moment that he would, and it wasnât like I was particularly interested in seeing him again,â (Y/N) explained. âHonestly, I was more hurt that he didnât call because maybe it meant I wasnât that good of a lay. Just stupid insecurities. Then I see him as Iâm walking out to the main house, and thereâs no way it can be him. He didnât even apologize or anything. So, I told him to go.â
âDo you know who this man is?â Turner asked as he pushed the picture across the desk. âThis is an inner-city gang banger, with quite a high position in his gang.â
âItâs not like he told me what he did for work. And I didnât really ask,â she said. âAgent Turner, I didnât know who he was, nor did I ask, because, frankly, I didnât really care. He just happened to be there.â
âIâm just telling you because youâre young, and you should be careful about the people you keep in your company,â he said, and it sounded like he meant it. Like he truly cared. âHe is not the kind of person that you should ever get involved with. One wrong move and your entire life could be derailed.â
âI understand,â she smiled softly, appearing like she regretted every decision she had made up to that point. âI donât plan on doing something like that ever again. And I wish I could be of more help. If he ever shows up again, Iâll be sure to give you a call.â
âJust be careful, Ms. Marks,â he said with a kind smileâa real one for the first time. âThis is not the kind of person a young lady like you should associate with.â
âI will,â (Y/N) responded as she stood from the chair. âThank you, Agent Turner.â
âTake care, Ms. Marks.â
âYou too.â
The second she was out of the building, (Y/N) finally felt like she could breathe. She walked briskly to her car and took steadying breaths once she was inside and out of view. The meeting had gone quickly and better than she had expected. Was it weird that Rio had slept with two sisters at completely different times? A bit, but it wasnât impossible. Meeting at the same bar and having two completely different endings... it could happen. It explained how she knew him when he left Bethâs house, and it explained her anger. And, at the end of the day, she was just a dumb young woman whoâd had a one-night stand at a bar bathroom after a few drinks. There was no way she could know anything about him. And she hoped her act was enough to derail the agent from her tracks.
As she drove to work, she pulled the burner phone from her bag and dialed Rioâs number, anxious to tell him what she thought. Sheâd had no real involvement that could tie her to him. Not any that the police could find. But she did worry about Beth, Annie, and Ruby, and how the money laundering could affect them. Yet, after speaking to her older sister, it seemed they had it in control, and the moment they didnât, Beth had promised sheâd speak out. For the first time in a long time, (Y/N) felt at ease and in control. And as long as things remained that way, everything would be okay.
âYou good?â she heard him ask through the receiver. âHowâd it go?â
âIâm good, and I think it went well,â she smiled. âAnd you should know, youâre quite the player, Mr. Christopher. Apparently, you bagged two sisters because you have a type.â
âDamn, maâ, you didnât have to do me like that.â
âWell, at least youâre the dumb young lady who had a one-night stand with a dangerous inner-city gang banger,â she chuckled. âI think you came out like a winner in our stories.â
âIâm that good, huh?â he laughed. âSo, he ainât worried âbout you?â
âI donât think he is,â she said. âHe was more concerned about me staying away from people like you.â
âAnd are you gonna listen to the nice agent? âCause it sounds like heâs looking out for you.â
âWhen have I ever done as told?â (Y/N) smirked. âBut is everything okay on your end? No suspicious people or anything?â
âYou ainât gotta worry âbout me, (Y/N). Iâve been doing this for long enough.â
âI canât not worry. Thatâs not in my DNA. I just wanna make sure everyone I care about is okay.â
âHm, so you care âbout me?â
âOh, donât let it get to your head,â she scoffed jokingly. âI care about a lot of people.â
âYeah, and Iâm one of them.â
âYou suck.â
âNot as well as you,â he continued to tease. âMatter of fact, you could be doing some of that right now.â
âYouâre gross, and I have to go to the hospital,â (Y/N) said. âBut if youâre nice to me, I could be persuaded to see you tonight.â
âYeah, give me one good reason I should.â
âIâll give you half a million reasons.â
After a moment of silence, she heard him suck his teeth before saying, âShe told you.â
âYeah. Told me everything that happened between you,â (Y/N) sighed. âThough she probably left out a few threats here and there. What Iâm wondering is why you didnât.â
âI told you most of it.â
âHonesty, Chris. Thatâs all Iâm asking for,â she said. âLook, Iâm not gonna ask about their work with you anymore. I just wanted to know details so that in cases like this, when an FBI agent shows up to question me, I know where I have to lie and what truths to bend. Iâm not a little girl that needs to be protected from this big bad world.â
âIs it that bad that people wanna keep you safe?â
âKeeping me in the dark is not the same as keeping me safe. I need to know whatâs out there before Iâm in the center of it,â (Y/N) added. âAs long as my sisters are okay, and youâre okay, Iâm fine. Just please, if thereâs anything I need to know, just tell me.â
âYouâre up to date now,â he said. âBut, like I said, honestyâs new for me. Itâll take time.â
âI know,â she smiled. âBut youâre trying.â
âYeah, you trynna make me soft.â
âNah, youâre doing that all on your own,â she laughed. âI gotta go. Just got to the hospital.â
âBut you coming over tonight?â
âIâll let you know.â
â(Y/N).â
âGoodbye, Chris.â
She slipped the phone into her bag as she exited her car, a goofy smile spread across her face. Just the night before, she had been fuming at the lies and the deception, but all that was dead and gone. (Y/N) knew that holding onto the anger would only work against her. It was a new world they were all stepping onto, and mistakes along the way were inevitable. She just hoped they didnât make the same ones over and over again.
âMind telling me why the FBI was looking for you yesterday?â Mikeâs voice startled her as she fit her things into her locker. âWhat the hell, (Y/N)?â
âIt was nothing,â she shrugged off. âHe just had some questions about some strange activity in Bethâs neighborhood.â
âNothing? I donât think the FBI follows up over nothing.â
âMikey, itâs fine. Itâs all been settled, okay?â (Y/N) chuckled. âNo oneâs in trouble. Everythingâs fine.â
â(Y/N), seriously. Whatâs going on? Youâve been weird these past couple of months,â he worried. âDoes this have something to do with the guy you were telling me about?â
âLook, Mike, I love you for worrying, but Iâm fine. Okay? Iâm great,â she smiled. âIâm having fun like you said I should. Thatâs it.â
âYou told me the guy was dangerous, (Y/N). Just how dangerous?â
âEverythingâs okay, Mike. Seriously. Nothing for you to worry about. Your kids still have their loving godmother.â
âHow can I not worry when there are literal federal agents looking for you, (Y/N)?â he said. âJust promise me if things get bad that youâll walk away. I need you okay, (Y/N). My kids need you okay.â
âI promise, Mikey,â she said as she hugged him tightly. âIâm not going anywhere.â
How could she tell him that every night she danced with the devil? That she was tempting fate with every phone call, every text, every patient she saw. She risked her life every second she wanted to remain by Rioâs side. But she couldnât tell him anything about that. Not if she didnât want him to worry.
âWell, we have about five minutes before rounds,â Michael smiled. âTell me about your stupid boy.â
âWhat do you want to know?â
âIs he the reason the FBI wanted to talk to you?â
âOh my god, no,â she chuckled, hoping her words were convincing enough. âWill you please drop it already? I told you it was about something that might have happened near Bethâs house. They even interviewed Beth and Dean. Just routine stuff.â
âFine,â he resigned. âThen, just tell me five things about him.â
âOkay, um, well, he has a kidâa son. Marcus. They like to play soccer at the park,â she said. âHeâs got tattoos. He likes to eat tacosâeven has a friend with an awesome food truck. Heâs very hot. And heâd older than me.â
âHow much older, (Y/N)?â her friend asked in surprise. âAnd youâve already met his kid?â
âI donât know. Like ten years,â she muttered.
âIâm sorry, I thought I heard you say ten years,â he chuckled dryly. âWhich would be crazy since heâs closer in age to both of your older sisters.â
âThatâs what I said.â
â(Y/N), ten? Your frontal lobe is just one year old,â Mike exclaimed. âAnd he has a kid. Youâre crazy.â
âItâs not that crazy,â she shrugged as she slipped on her white coat. âI mean, weâre both adults here. Itâs not like Iâm freshly eighteen or even twenty-one. Iâve got enough experience under my belt.â
âSo, you got yourself a DILF?â
âEw, donât say it like that, you weirdo.â
âI mean, in your words, heâs hot, and he has a kid,â he recalled. âErgo, DILF. And, itâs okay, game recognizes game.â
âMikey, you are definitely not a DILF.â
âNot to you,â he argued. âBut there are many people out there that would like to fuck this dad.â
âMichael, no man, woman, or non-binary person would hit it with you,â (Y/N) teased. âYouâre lucky that you somehow trapped Olivia into marrying you.â
âWell, at least she saw potential in me,â he scoffed. âAnd sheâd tell me that anyone would be lucky to tap this.â
They broke into laughter as Mike pointed at his body and did the worldâs least attractive body roll. It was in moments such as those that (Y/N) truly believed that all was right with the world. The FBI was off her back, her sisters were getting some sort of incomeâas illegal as it may have beenâSarah was getting better, and Michael seemed to be happier. Everything seemed to be falling into place.
But (Y/N) had forgotten that the waters always calmed before the storm finally struck. She would enjoy every moment of peace she would get without realizing the dark clouds that lingered up ahead.
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Bound | Chapter 5
Word Count:Â 2.3K
Warnings:Â queer harassment
Summary:Â Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she couldâve hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?
A/N:Â oh, oh, I'm falling in love with a pairing that will not work out... I know I'm the writer, but, damn. I am breaking my own heart here. đ« đ« also, two chapters in one day, wow
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There would come a day when (Y/N) didnât have Beatrice Porter by her side. There would come a day when she wouldnât be able to roll over in her bed and find the onyx-black strands of her hair splayed over a pillow or kiss her eyelids as they fluttered in sleep. But in 1935, she didnât know that.Â
In 1935, she still believed they had forever. At least as long as forever could be in their human lives. And because she didnât know, she was able to live in the absolute bliss of being with her best friend.Â
As she brushed her hair out of the tight coil of the curlers she wore to bed, (Y/N) smiled at the sleeping figure of Bea on her bed. The sun had barely started to shine through the curtains, basking her pale body in the warm light of its rays. Her shoulders peeked through the white sheets, rising and falling with the evenness of her breaths. She was a vision of beauty that (Y/N) had been lucky enough to witness.Â
By the time the witch was putting on her earrings, Bea stirred from her slumber, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. âGood morning,â she croaked. âYou look beautiful.âÂ
âHm, I was going for smart,â (Y/N) chuckled. âIs it the necklace or the hair?âÂ
âItâs your face,â the girl smiled. âYou could play hooky, you know. Spend the day with me rather than at the university.âÂ
âA rather tempting offer,â she said as she walked toward the bed, crawling to Bea. âBut Iâm too close to graduating now. Iâve already had to argue with enough men who believe that higher education is no place for a woman.âÂ
âWell, in that case, give them hell,â Bea smirked. âI suppose I should do my own studying then. I do have a test this week and have gone to three classes at the most. I just donât see the point if Iâm going to stay here. Magic doesnât require human schooling.â
âBut the coven does need to change with the times. We need to strive for better. For bigger,â (Y/N) explained. âLiving in the woods is amazing, but it keeps us secluded. Alienated. We need to find ways to blend in with society. Hide in plain sight. Thatâs the key to survival.âÂ
âYouâve always had great plans for the coven. You will make a wonderful High Priestess one day.âÂ
âOne can only hope,â she sighed contentedly. âBut for now, I can do my part in gaining more knowledge of how the outside world works. Find a way witches and other supernaturals can live amongst humans undetected. There may not be as many, but you know there are still people out there that hunt our kind. I mean, just last week, we received word of a coven in Louisiana being burnt down by so-called Modern Witch Hunters. Weâve learned to hide, but clearly not well enough.âÂ
âCruelty will always be an incurable sickness in humans,â Bea grumbled. âPeople in high school taught us that early on.âÂ
The memory made (Y/N) grimace. They hadnât done anything wrong. Stood by their respective lockers, the two girls had simply been talking and decided to sneak a soft caress. (Y/N) had only brushed a stray ringlet of hair that had fallen over Beaâs eyes. But her fingers had lingered too long, and their stare was a little too intense. A pair of boys had been walking down the hallways at that precise moment and had decided that what the girls were doing was too queer for their liking.Â
Deeming (Y/N) as the instigator, they had snatched her and carried her to the nearest dumpster while calling her a slew of slurs and insults. All this while Bea cried and begged them to stop. It took everything in them both not to use their powers, knowing the punishment for using magic with humans was magic binding for an undetermined amount of time.Â
As the lid closed above her and the smell of trash engulfed her, (Y/N) promised never to show an ounce of affection to her friend outside of the protective confines of their coven. There, no one questioned or talked in whispers âalthough some eyes did follow them at times. But it was nothing like the treatment they endured outside. A couple of stares here and there was nothing like finding dead animals stuffed in your locker, or being unable to walk down the street without being accompanied by a big enough group, or having to stay as far away from your best friend as possible because you donât know who will attack you for what they believe.Â
âYou know, Annabeth is leaving in July,â Bea said, changing the topic as she saw how it upset (Y/N). âShe was accepted to the University of Tennessee. She says thereâs something about the state that calls to her, but I donât understand why she would go so far. There are enough good schools nearby.âÂ
âWell, sheâs setting her own path,â (Y/N) smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind Beaâs ear. âYour sister has always been quite the free spirit.â  Â
âThat she is,â she chuckled. âMomma is going with her to help her settle in and everything. She also wants to make sure sheâs comfortable with the coven over there.âÂ
âWould you go with her if she asked?âÂ
âAnd leave you up here all alone?â the girl scoffed. âWouldnât even think about it for a second.âÂ
âAll youâd need is a big enough body of water, and you could come here anytime.â
âAre you suggesting that I leave, (Y/N) Carmine? Do you not want me here?â
âOh please, donât even say that. But she is your sister, Bea,â (Y/N) laughed. âYou could at least pretend to ponder over the idea. Your family has always been so close-knit.â
âSheâd understand,â Bea shrugged with a mischievous smile. âIâve got something special here.âÂ
âYouâre bad,â she grinned before kissing the girlâs temple. âAnd Iâm going to be late.âÂ
âFine,â Bea conceded. âIâll let you go as long as you bring me some doughnuts.âÂ
âOf course. I wouldnât dare come home without them.âÂ
âGood,â she beamed. âThen, I guess you can go.âÂ
It was simplicities such as those that (Y/N) reveled in. She may not have been allowed to hold Beaâs hand in public or even say how much she loved her, but she had their home. Behind those four walls, they were able to simply exist. No labels to concern themselves with, no judgment, and certainly no harassment.Â
As the day trickled by and class after class passed, (Y/N) couldnât help but have her mind divided between her education and the girl waiting for her at home. Everything reminded her of Bea. The black fabric of the chairs she sat on was the same color as her hair, the blue of the sky matched perfectly with the iciness of her eyes, and the smell of the townâs bakery reminded her of the girlâs favorite treat.Â
There was nowhere she could turn that didnât remind her of Beatrice, and there was no one on Earth she could love more than her⊠at least, thatâs what she believed at that moment. By then, she had no idea her soul was bound to an immortal, nor that her life would go on after Bea passed one day. At that moment, she knew only of the fleetingness of life and the importance of living in the present. There was no way for her to know how fleeting those moments were when eternity came into play.Â
For now, she enjoyed every second she had in the life she believed was passing.
She was coming out of the bakery when she was met with Russell Morgan, a witch from their coven who had always been kind and concerned over her and Bea. She knew heâd always had his eye on Beatrice, leaving flowers and trinkets on their porch for her. Though he understood the relationship the girls shared, he couldnât help the affinity he held for the young witch. And none of it bothered (Y/N). Bea had made her choice, and it had been her.Â
âHello, Russ,â she smiled as he matched her pace, knowing he was escorting her home without mentioning it. âHow was your day today?âÂ
âCanât complain,â he chuckled. âJust making it through this last semester. Hoping I hear back from med school any day now. Thatâs been the most stressful thing.âÂ
âIâm sure youâll get in,â she said. âYouâre brilliant, Russ. Theyâd be lucky to have you. And you know New Forest witches seem to do well in medical school.âÂ
âWell, we do have a certain je ne sais quoi,â he laughed. âAnd, uh, howâs Bea been recently? I havenât seen her as much in lessons.âÂ
âYou know her. Most days, she doesnât even want to get out of bed,â she smiled. âBut Iâve already made a deal with her. For every day that she attends lessons, Iâll bring her a new pastry from the bakery.âÂ
âThat will definitely get her there,â Russell chuckled. âAnd Margaret wonât be angry at her.âÂ
âOh, Margaretâs a big softie at heart.âÂ
âShe really is. And uh, are you two stillâŠâÂ
(Y/N) knew he wouldnât get the words out. He never did. âYes. Bea and I are still,â she chuckled softly. âDonât think thatâs changing any time soon.â
âWell, not that Iâm not happy for you two, but a man can only hope,â he said as his cheeks grew red in slight embarrassment. She knew he meant nothing by it and also understood the pull Bea held. âI do hope for you years of happiness. Even if the world hasnât caught up to different kinds of love.â
âI know, Russ. And I am grateful for your wishes and your friendship. I know one day youâll meet a woman as wonderful as you.âÂ
âI sure hope so. Mom is on me about giving her grandkids already. Apparently, the two kids my sister has already given her are not enough.âÂ
âNo amount will ever be enough,â she laughed. âBut she might be closer than you think, Russ.âÂ
And neither of them had any idea how true the statement was.Â
Back at the house, the smell of fresh bread and beef stew filled the air. The scent alone made (Y/N)âs stomach grumble, knowing the flavor would be even better than the smell. The dinner table was already set, complete with a set of flickering candles.Â
âWhatâs the occasion?â (Y/N) smiled as she kissed Beaâs cheek. âEverything looks so beautiful.âÂ
âDo we need an occasion to have a candle-lit dinner?â Bea said. âI just felt like it. Especially since you brought me some of my favorite doughnuts.âÂ
âMaybe I should bring you doughnuts every day.âÂ
âI wouldnât be opposed to that,â she grinned. âAnd if theyâre sugar doughnuts, even better.âÂ
âDo you really think Iâd bring you any others?âÂ
âBetter not,â she laughed. âBut I just wanted to do something nice for you. Because I love you, and you deserve it.âÂ
âYouâre the best, Bea,â (Y/N) beamed. âI love you more than the moon loves the sun.âÂ
With a flick of her hand, music filled the kitchen, and their bodies swayed to the rhythm that played through the radio. They swirled through the room, forgetting the stew that bubbled on the stove and the candles that were melting on the table. But they didnât care. All they cared about was the fact that they were happy, they were healthy, and they were together. They filled a house with love and joy, and that seemed enough.Â
âDo you think there will ever be a way we could have kids?â Bea asked absentmindedly. âI know it couldnât really happen naturally. But maybe adopting.â
âI donât think that could happen, Bea,â (Y/N) sighed. âAt least not us together or even as single women living together. The world isnât ready for that, darling.âÂ
âOh, what a tragedy,â she sighed. âYou would be a great mother.âÂ
âAs would you, Beatrice,â the witch smiled sadly. âIs that something you really want? Children, I mean.âÂ
âWell, it had always been my dream to have a big family. Little ones running around, a home, someone to grow old with,â she admitted. âI just thought it was the normal way life would move toward.âÂ
âBut I canât give you all of that, Bea,â (Y/N) sniffled. She stopped their swaying and rested her forehead against Beaâs, a thin stream of tears falling down her eyes. âI canât give you everything youâve dreamed of.â
âWell, darling, I donât want any of that if itâs not with you,â she assured. âI am perfectly content with just having you for the rest of my life.âÂ
âI want you to have everything youâve ever dreamed of, Beatrice. I donât want you to settle just for love. What if, one day, you wake up and realize that love isnât enough for you? That kids and marriage is what you wanted all along.âÂ
Bea smiled warmly then, cradling (Y/N)âs face and wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. âAnd what makes you think that your love is not enough?â she cooed. âI would wait a thousand years if it meant I got to live my life with you. Children are never a sure thing. Even if I married a man, there is no certainty that I could fall pregnant. But, with you, I know there is love. That is certain, and that is what I need.â
She sealed her words with a chaste kiss to (Y/N)âs lips, slipping through her mouth all the love she felt for her best friend. It was a promise of a future together, a promise of forever. But how could they have known that forever would not have been long enough? That the end of their forever was just around the corner.Â
âNow, why donât we sit and eat already?â Beatrice smiled.âIâm starving.âÂ
âAlright then,â (Y/N) said. âLetâs eat, and cheers to forever then.âÂ
âCheers to forever.â
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Running in Circles | Chapter 10
Word Count:Â 2.7K
Warnings: mentions of death, religious trauma
Summary:Â (Y/N) Rossi is following in her fatherâs footsteps by joining the BAU team as a profiler. The girl genius knew almost everything but she could have never predicted falling for Aaron Hotchner, her boss, and her fatherâs friend. in their world mutual feelings are not enough to push them together. Will all the adversities and obstacles they face pull them together or push them apart forever?
A/N:Â a few days behind is better than a whole year đ«Ł anywho very sentimental chapter ahead
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Winter had come at full force that December, and maybe that was the first sign of all that was to come. But for (Y/N), it only signified the anniversary of her motherâs death.
Just like she had done every year before, she had taken that day off, knowing her mind would be elsewhere, and her body would want to be there. Even if it fell on a weekend, she had to be sure that no calls would disturb the day. The monsters could wait one more day.
She looked herself over in the mirror. The turtleneck she had chosen felt particularly choking, her pants hung too low for comfort, and her motherâs necklace stood out too brightly against the dark clothing. Nothing was right. Nothing would ever be right. She pushed her hair behind her shoulders and sighed. That was as good as it would ever get.
She slipped her coat on before she left her house, and she wondered what her mother would have thought of her home. Would she have wanted her closer to the family home? Would she have liked the décor? Would she have poked fun at how messy the house could sometimes get, or would she not have cared at all? Those were answers she would never get. At least not from the one person that mattered the most.
Her fatherâs car was waiting outside for her, his face wearing a similar solemn look to the one she had. It was the same routine every year. Heâd come to pick her up, theyâd go to the cemetery, and when David would tell stories of Iris, she would listen. Because she had none to share of her own. She had no memories, no stories, nothing to know of her mother that was her own.
âHey, dad,â she said as she jumped into the SUV. âItâs a cold one today.â
âIt really is,â he chuckled softly âI brought you some coffee and a butter croissant. Something tells me you didnât eat breakfast today.â
âYou know me too well, dad,â she snickered, taking the warm cup between her hands to heat her freezing hands. âDid you eat already?â
âHad myself a bowl of oatmeal with berries and bananas like your mom used to like,â he replied. âWashed it all down with some coffee and came here.â
âThatâs good,â she croaked, forcing a smile. âWere you able to get the flowers? My local shop was closed when I went by yesterday.â
âYeah. Iâve got the bouquet back there,â he smiled. âPeonies, irises, roses, lilies, and babyâs breath. All the ones she liked.â
Every time her father said things like that, her heart broke just a little more. He didnât know it. She would never say it. But the fact that he had lived a life with her mother when she didnât even know what she sounded like hurt. It pained her to miss a person she never had a chance to remember.
âDo you know it was your mom that would call you little bird?â
âDid she?â
âShe said you were always jumping around and fleeting from flower to flower when you were outside, just like a hummingbird would. Thatâs why she got that necklace made for you,â David chuckled at the memory. âEven when you were just a little baby, you always seemed to calm when you were with her in the garden.â
âWell, her garden has to be the best one in all of Virginia. Even to this day.â
âYou have Emile to thank for that,â he laughed. âIf it had been up to me, it would have died so many years ago.â
âAnd I guess I inherited your lack of a green thumb.â
âThat you did, little birdie,â he said. âBut you did inherit her good taste. For your third birthday, the last one with your mother âmay God have her in his gloryâyou insisted on having a garden fairy party. Iris asked you what flowers you wanted everywhere, and you said peonies. Well, at the time, you called them peenies.â
âI⊠I donât remember that,â she stammered. âI wish I did.â
âThatâs okay, little bird. We have the pictures, and Iâm sure thereâs a VHS somewhere with the video. Just have to check in storage, which might take a bit more than it should.â
âIt wouldnât if you let me organize it, dad. Iâve told you many times that you need to set up a system so things donât get lost in all the junk you still have from the olden days.â
âHey! You learned a lot from those olden days,â he pouted. âThose olden days paid for everything we have.â
âDoesnât mean itâs not disorganized.â
By the time they had reached the cemetery, they were a mix of laughter and sadness, coupled with the most beautiful bouquet theyâd brought to date. There was a thin blanket of snow covering the ground, a cold breeze whistling through the air. It was a horrible day to be out, but they wouldnât miss it for the world.
(Y/N) was expecting the bad weather. And although her coat did nothing to warm her against the wind, she hugged it closer to her body. What she was not expecting was to find Hotchner and Jack waiting on a bench right in front of her motherâs grave.
âAaron,â David called out with a smile that alerted the father and son to their presence. âDidnât expect to see you here.â
Once they were near enough, Jack took off on a soft run toward the woman. â(Y/N)!â he called as he reached to hug her. âYou said we could come, remember?â
âOf course I do, buddy,â she smiled softly. âIâm happy to see you.â
âThis is your mom, right?â The boy led her to her motherâs tombstone by the hand. âIris Jensen.â
âThatâs right,â she said. (Y/N) knelt down and ran her hand across the picture of her mother, tears already building in her eyes. âThis is my mom.â
âSheâs very pretty.â
âShe is, isnât she?â (Y/N) chuckled as her body betrayed her. Tears fell down her eyes before she could stop them, warming her skin before turning freezing under the weather. Jack quickly reached into his jacket, pulled out a blue handkerchief, and handed it to her. âThanks, kid.â
âJack, why donât you join me on the bench, and I can tell you about her?â David said. âIâve got some great stories.â
âIs that okay, (Y/N)?â
âOf course, Jack,â she smiled. âGo ahead.â
As the kid ran to her father, Hotchner wrapped his arms around her. Normally, she would have grown flustered at the interaction, but at that moment, she needed the comfort. âYou okay?â he asked quietly. âThis must be so hard.â
âI donât know why Iâm like this,â she muttered. âItâs been years already. I barely even knew her.â
âShe was still your mom, (Y/N). Itâs only natural that you feel this way.â
âI donât even remember what she sounds like,â the woman sniffled. âI donât even know what kind of mom she would have been growing up.â
âI⊠Iâm sorry, (Y/N). I donât know what to say.â
âItâs okay,â she smiled softly as she let him go. She got on her knees and started cleaning the tombstone, removing all specs of snow regardless of how futile it may have been. âThereâs not much to say.â
âAll I know is that I wish I had met her.â
âYeah,â she chuckled. âMe too.â
Aaron left her by herself then, allowing her the space to tell her mother about the year that had passed. She told her about her cases, told her about her friends, and even told her about her ever-growing feelings for an unmentionable person. But, most of all, she told her about how much she missed her.
But it didnât go over her head how she missed someone that much without really knowing who they were. She carried inside an emptiness that wasnât easily filled, and as hard as her father tried, never would be. And David tried, in his own way. He had his own grief to carry, and she knew that. She knew he hurt and wished Iris was still with them. But heâd found solace in the time he had shared with her while (Y/N) yearned for even just a second more with her mom.
âI wish you were here, mom,â she cried as she stood. âI see videos of you, and I canât tell if thatâs what you really sounded like or if your voice is too distorted by the camera. I wish youâd had more time, mom.â
âYou and me both, little birdie,â her father said as he joined her. âBut sheâs in Godâs glory now.â
(Y/N)âs blood boiled at that moment. She had never been religious, much to her fatherâs dismay. More than just the deity not fitting into her scientific mind, she couldnât believe in a god like her father did. Normally, she didnât mind his religious interjections. They were a part of who he was, and she didnât want to belittle his beliefs. But that day, something inside her couldnât stand it. Much less when he started to mutter a prayer.
âIâve asked you to please not pray aloud when weâre here, dad. Do you mind?â
âHoneyâŠâ
âNo, dad. I really donât want to listen to you talk about your god or ask to have mom in his infinite mercy. I donât wanna hear about it!â Her tone came out harsher than she intended, but she couldnât contain herself. Years and years of bottling up her feelings had her at her limit, and it was that moment that they had chosen to spill over. âJust, keep it in your head.â
âI donât understand, (Y/N). You never minded before,â David muttered. âThere was a time you used to believe in God. You even used to ask me to pray with you.â
âJesus, dad, I did that for you.â As she exclaimed Hotch told Jack to wait for him in the car, that (Y/N) needed a moment to herself. Hesitantly, the boy followed his fatherâs instructions and walked the short trail to the van. All he could understand was that (Y/N) was upset. Once Jack was gone, she continued. âHow could I ever believe in a god that took my mother away before I could even remember what my name sounded in her voice? I only went along with it because it seemed to make you happy, but I canât anymore. I canât listen to another word of how your god is merciful and how it was all his plan. He took my mother from me. How could I believe in a god that would take a mother from a child? All the memories I have of her are from behind a screen or moments lived by other people. I donât remember anything about her thatâs mine only, dad. You always tell me how you would love to have a second chance with my mom, and I didnât even get one.â
(Y/N) crumbled to the ground once more and suddenly felt arms around her. Instantly, she knew who it was and found herself sinking into Hotchâs embrace. He tried his best to calm her, telling her that everything would be okay and that she wasnât alone. She was normally the strong one. She was always the one who kept it all inside and helped others. But too many years of that had her shattered on the ground of the cemetery.
It took a few minutes for her sobs to finally subside, Hotchâs soothing circles on her arms working overtime to calm her down. They had ended up sitting on the cold ground, the snow slowly making its way through their clothes, but neither seemed to care. All that mattered was the comfort and the presence. Nothing else.
âYou okay?â Hotch whispered as she finally seemed to calm. âFeeling better?â
âI donât even know,â she chuckled weakly. âYour pants are dirty now. Iâm sorry.â
âDonât worry, I have a washer,â he joked. âBut how are you feeling? I know this must be a very overwhelming situation.â
âI donât know what Iâm feeling, honestly,â she sighed, sinking into the warmth of Hotchner. âItâs the first time Iâve ever blown up like that toward my dad, and I donât know why I did. Itâs been over twenty years that weâve been coming here, and Iâve never acted like this.â
âI think itâs safe to assume youâve been bottling up all these feelings for all that time. They were bound to come out one day or another.âÂ
âDonât profile me, Hotch,â she pouted. âBut youâre right. I mean, he lost the woman he loved, and even though I lost my mom, I felt bad for him because heâs the one who had all the memories with her. I never wanted him to feel bad or guilty for the fact that I had to grow up without her. Still, every time he says something like her death was godâs plan or that he has her in her mercy, it just sets me off.â
âHave you ever thought that religion is the way that he copes with her death? Maybe thinking that she is in heaven or that it was her time is his way to come to terms with the fact that she is gone.â
âI guess a part of me does understand that. But thereâs a side that doesnât want to,â she sighed. âBut I guess I have to apologize for the tantrum.â
âYour feelings are valid, (Y/N). Itâs just the way you express them that could be hurtful to others. But your dadâs a big boy,â he chuckled softly. âHeâs at the car with Jack. You ready to go over there?âÂ
âAs ready as I can be.â
Hotchner got up first, waiting with his hand extended until she needed it. And with another glance at the tombstone, she took the hand and stood up as well. The man walked beside her the entire time, his presence alone was enough to keep her grounded. As much as she wanted to break down and fall apart, she needed to keep it together.
âAnd she could spend days in her studio just painting, forgetting that hours passed. She would just lose herself painting and painting,â her father smiled as he talked to Jack. âShe would have been there the entire day if I had let her.â
âDo you have any of her paintings still?â
âOf course! All over the house,â he chuckled. âWould you like to see them, Jack?â
âYes! Can we, dad?â Jack asked as he noticed his fatherâs approaching figure. âI wanna see the paintings.â
âIf itâs alright with Dave, then itâs alright with me.â
âOf course!â the man exclaimed. âThe more the merrier. Weâll see you there.â
David and (Y/N) walked to the car in silence. Not saying a single word until they were inside. âIâm sorry, dad,â she finally muttered. âI shouldnât have yelled at you like I did. You donât deserve that.â
âIâd say it was long overdue, kid,â he smiled softly. âYou like to keep the peace and keep everything in. Iâm surprised it hasnât happened before. You have nothing to apologize for, little bird.â
âBut I do, dad. I shouldnât have yelled at you regardless.â
âYour mother used to say that yelling is the way the soul speaks,â he said. âWhen you can no longer keep anything in, it comes out fast and unmeasured. Words come out with thorns and spikes. And much like a flower, they donât mean to hurt you, but it is in their nature to protect themselves. Itâs okay to let it out once in a while. Doesnât matter how it hurts. If my beliefs hurt you, mia bella, all you have to do is tell me. I will try my best to keep it to a minimum.â
âAnd I will try to talk about how Iâm feeling instead of yelling it,â she smiled, taking her fatherâs hand in hers. âI love you, dad. And Iâm still sorry.â
âI love you too, little bird,â he beamed. âAnd you can make it up to me by helping with dessert tonight. Weâre making your momâs favorite.â
âTiramisu,â they chorused.
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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 16
Word Count:Â 4.3K
Story Description:Â (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her fatherâs sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousinâs, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.
A/N:Â my brain broke trying to figure out the Sheriff Station's layout, and I'm still not sure how it works. I swear, continuity and timelines are Jeff Davis' downfall đ« đ«
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The drive hadnât been long, and it had been just what (Y/N) needed. After feeling like she was suffocating in the hospital, telling her uncle and cousin how sorry she was for their loss and if they needed anything just to ask her, she told her father sheâd meet him back at the house and all but sprinted out of the building. The fluorescent lights had birthed a pounding headache into her head, the cries only working to see it further into her brain. She needed to get out before her lungs were soon to follow in the malfunction.
She killed the engine and the light of her motorcycle when she saw him waiting for her outside of the building, his arms already outstretched for the hug she desperately needed. âYou okay?â he asked as she crashed into his body. âYou donât look so good.â
âI fucked up, Isaac,â she sighed into his chest. âAnd you donât look good either.â
âYeah, well, I just went through a gruesome transformation under the full moon,â he chuckled softly. âWhatâs your excuse?â
âMy aunt just killed herself, and it was, in part, because of me.â
âWell, okay. You win.â He released her from his hold to find sorry strewn across the girlâs face. Dry tears cling to her skin in lines of grey and fresh ones threatened to spill from her reddened eyes. âTell me what happened. Why do you think itâs your fault, (Y/N)?â
âThe night of the rave, when Derek and I left to get Scott, we found my aunt Victoria slowly killing him with a vaporized version of wolfsbane,â she started. âI thought about fighting her for a second. Iâve been trained well enough that I could have possibly come out alive from that fight, but Derek told me to get Scott âmake sure he was okay and, most importantly, not dead. They fought for a bit as I got Scott off the floor, and then, all of a sudden, she was gone. After that, when we were in the vet's office, he told me he bit her deep enough that she would turn on the next full moon.â
âTonight,â Isaac affirmed. âI havenât heard either of you do anything wrong yet, (Y/N).â
âA hunter being bitten or scratched deep enough to trigger the transformation is essentially receiving a death sentence,â (Y/N) explained, her voice trembling under the force of her worries. âArgent hunters donât turn into werewolves, Isaac. They kill themselves before it can happenâthatâs part of our code. And thatâs what my aunt did tonight. My cousin lost her mother because I wasnât strong enough to fight her.â
âHey, thatâs not your fault, (Y/N).â
âWhy does everyone keep saying that?â she exclaimed. âI had the chance to make things different, and I didnât. How is that not my fault?â
âLet me ask you this, did you bite here?â
âIsaacâŠâ
âDid you?â
âNo,â she grumbled.
âDid you force her to go and kill Scott?â
âOf course not.â
âAnd did you kill her tonight?â
âNo, butâŠâ
âThere are no buts,â Isaac affirmed, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her out of her head. âYou didnât do anything wrong, (Y/N). You were in the middle of a difficult situation and made a decision. Thatâs it. Just like Victoria decided to kill Scott, you decided to save him. And have you ever thought what would have happened if you had been the one to fight her? What if your training isnât as good as you thought, and hers was better? Maybe there would have been two bodies in the morgue rather than one.â
âItâs just⊠seeing Allison and my uncle break down in front of me broke me, Isaac.â The breath she took stammered as the weight of the night fell on her shoulders. Guilt and sadness gripped her body, sinking their claws into her skin and digging themselves a home in her body. âAnd for some reason, Victoria protected me. She didnât tell anyone that I had been in the room that night.â
âHow did you know she didnât?â
âWell, firstly, I doubt they would have allowed me to still be here,â she sighed. âAnd, somehow, I just know. Like I can feel it.â
âThen why are you still feeling guilty? You did absolutely nothing wrong.â
âAnd yet, Ali now doesnât have a mother.â
âBecause your family goes by really fucked up rules. I mean, sure, being a wolf isnât all itâs chucked up to be, but itâs not enough to Jill yourself over,â Isaac retorted. âWhatever happened tonight was your auntâs decision and hers alone. You saved someone she was killing. No oneâs punishing you for that.â
(Y/N) dropped to the ground and crossed her legs under her, leaning her back against the concrete wall of the abandoned building. âSometimes I just feel like every decision I make sets off a domino effect that I canât control,â she said as Isaac sat beside her. âIâve made some bad choices in my past that rippled into some pretty awful consequences, and it seems that things arenât much different here. I just donât want something worse to happen. I donât want anyone else to get hurt because of me.â
âNo oneâs gotten hurt because of you, (Y/N). People make decisions. They make their own choices, and consequences follow. Whether good or bad, something will happen. And just because you are somehow involved in their lives doesnât mean itâs your fault.â Isaac took her hand in his, running his thumb across her knuckles in a soothing manner. âYou know, I found an anchor tonight. Something to tether me to my humanity during the full moon. I told Derek I used the thought of my father as my I donât know anchorâthe father he was before he became the thing of nightmares.â
âWhy did you lie?â
He chuckled softly as she rested her head on his shoulder. âIâm pretty sure if I told him the truth, heâd probably kill me,â he said. âIt was you, (Y/N).â
âMe? Why me?â
âYouâre the first person that ever saw me, (Y/N),â he smiled. âI mean, before you, I went through life just existing. I had no friends, I barely played in the team, and well, nothing at home was good. Without knowing me, you offered to help me with Chemistry and Math, and you even gave me some of your lunchâwhich you kept doing without giving it another thought. And the more time we spent together, the closer we got. I mean, you let me stay at your place, no questions asked, after my dad died. Even after I shifted and started acting like an ass, you still cared about me. I havenât had that in a while.â
âIf itâs any consolation, I havenât had a friend in a very long time,â she chuckled. âBut, honestly, Iâm very glad that itâs you. Not that I have anything against anyone else, but thereâs something about you, kid.â
âIâm only a year younger than you,â he laughed, bumping her with his shoulder. âBut I am glad I met you, (Y/N). Beacon Hills would have never been the same without you.â
âWell, Iâm glad my parents chose this to be our forever home,â the girl smiled as she hugged Isaacâs arm. âI donât know what I would do without an Isaac Lahey in my life.â
âThankfully, we donât have to know,â he chuckled. âAnd not that Iâm ungrateful or anything, but why are you here? I thought youâd be with Derek.â
âWell, not to make you feel bad, but he wasnât picking up his phone,â (Y/N) shrugged. âI honestly thought heâd be here with you.â
âNo, he left a little after tying me up. I thought he left to go see you.â
âHe hasnât even returned my calls,â the girl worried. She lifted her legs slightly and pulled out her phone from her pocket, confirming that Derek had not even texted back. With Isaac not knowing where he was either, worry built inside (Y/N). She chewed on her nails as she let the phone ring and ring, screaming out of frustration when he did not answer. âSomethingâs wrong. It has to be.â
âDonât go there. Just keep trying his phone.â
She kept calling his number, getting missed call after missed call, until finally, the call went through. âDerek?â she exclaimed. âAre you okay?â
âOh, this isnât Derek,â a voice she sort of recognized answered. âHeâs sort of unable to get to the phone right now. But the constant ringing was making me very irritated.â
âMatt? Why do you have Derekâs phone?â
âWell, heâs sort of my hostage.â
(Y/N) wanted to gasp, let fear take over her actions as she received information. But she couldnât. Not if what she believed was true. âYouâre the one controlling the Kanima,â she said. âYouâre the one thatâs been killing people. Why?â
âUgh, I would hate to have to repeat the story,â he groaned. âWhy donât you come here, to the sheriff's station? We could all have a little chat.â
âLeave her out of this,â she heard Scott grumble through the phone. And if he was there, (Y/N) didnât want to know who else he had taken hostage. âDonât come, (Y/N).â
âCome on, Scott. The more the merrier,â Matt taunted. âMaybe you could bring your cousin here. I really need to talk to her. She broke my heart, you know.â
âWhat game are you playing, Matt? What do you get out of all of this?â
âCome here and find out.â She could see the devilish smile spreading across his face, his eyes roaming over everyone who was in the station. Scott was there, which could only mean that Stiles also was. With Matt came Jackson. And Derek. But she couldnât help but feel there were more people there. âSay bye, everyone.â
â(Y/N), donâŠâ
Derekâs strained voice was the last thing she heard before the phone went dead, the hang-up tone filling her ear. She scrambled to her feet as she pulled the keys of her bike from her pocket, hurrying toward her motorcycle as she spoke to Isaac. âOkay, you need to stay with Boyd and Erica, make sure you guys are safe and have a way to communicate,â she instructed, her mind running a million miles a minute. âYou need to stay far away from the police station, but you need to make sure your phone is still on.â
âYouâre not going there by yourself, (Y/N),â Isaac argued. âErica and Boyd can hide. Iâm going with you.âÂ
âAbsolutely not, Isaac. Iâm the only one that can go. Iâm immune.âÂ
âBut youâre not invincible. You still bleed and hurt like everyone else. You can get hurt.âÂ
âAnd you can get paralyzed.â The rest of her words died in her throat as her phone vibrated with a text from her father. The hunters knew who was inside the station and they were going in for the attack with Allison leading the way. âLook,â she said, showing him her screen. âYou need to stay hidden, Isaac. If you get in the way, Allison is sure to kill you. Sheâs on a rampage.â
âAnd what do you think will happen to you?â
âShe doesnât know I was there.â
âBut she will know when you protect Derek. Even your dad told you to stay away.â
âAllison wouldnât kill me.â
âHow do you know?â
His words swam through her head, and, truthfully, she had no way of knowing if Allison would turn on her. She had seen firsthand how her cousin was fine with being passive-aggressive toward her, and she knew the sting of her words. But could she ever go as far as to hurt her? She had just lost her mother, and (Y/N) couldnât have a single clue what was running through her head.
She could bide the words of Derek, Scott, and her father. They were worried, she knew that. But peopleâs lives were at stake, and she didnât think she could just sit idly by. Especially not with Allison having an open season for Derek. If she could at least help him, she had to try.
âThink about it, (Y/N),â Isaac tried to reason one last time. âYou have no idea what youâre walking into here. And you shouldnât be going alone.â
âI have to help, Isaac. And you need to hide,â she restated. âIf you guys need a place to lay low where no one will think you would be, lock yourselves in my room. The window is open, and no one would expect you to be there. Iâll be there as soon as I can.â
â(Y/N)âŠâ
âI promise Iâll be careful, okay? I just need to know that youâll be safe.â
âDo you at least have a weapon on you? Youâre sort of facing a lizard person and a killer, so I donât think your fists are gonna be enough.â
With a grin on her face, she lifted the back of her shirt, exposing the gun that had been tucked away in the waist of her jeans. Then, she lifted the leg of her pants to show the knife holster on her ankle. âI never leave the house unprepared, Isaac,â she said. âAnd well, my dad gave me the gun before I left the hospital. Just in case. You do know thereâs a lizard man running rampant around town.â
âJust be safe, (Y/N),â Isaac sighed as he wrapped her in a hug. âAnd let me know as soon as youâre out of the police station.â
âI will,â she assured. âGet to my house. Lock the door to my room. If Brody gets angsty just get him a treat from my bookcase. Iâll knock three times so you know itâs me, okay?â
âOkay.â
âStay safe, Lahey.â
âYou too, Argent.â
(Y/N) sped as fast as she could toward the station, thankful that she had beaten the hunters there. Just not for too long.
As she killed the engine of her bike and hid it from view, black SUVs rolled into the parking lot. Hunters jumped out of the cars, guns strapped to their chests. Two of them rounded the building, probably to kill the power, while two more stood with Gerard, aiming at the stationâs windows.
There were only two things (Y/N) could do. She could remain hidden and somehow sneak past the hunters and into the building, or she could pretend that she was meant to meet there with them. For some reason, she chose the latter.
âAh, (Y/N),â Gerard was the first one to see her as she neared the group. âIâm glad to see you here. I assume Henry has brought you up to date.â
âYeah. Thatâs why Iâm here.â
âAnd where were you? I assumed you would meet us at Chrisâ home.â
âI was almost back home when dad texted. Figured Iâd come here where I was needed.â
âA true Argent at heart,â he smiles. The way the corners of his mouth extended sent shivers down her spine, and she thought that maybe he knew everything that had happened. But there was no chance⊠right? Victoria wouldnât have confided in him⊠right? Those were things she could not know. âWell then, youâre with us. I assume you have something other than yourself to protect you.â
âOf course,â she replied, pulling out her gun. âA hunter is always prepared.â
âVery good,â he chuckled proudly. âNow, we are going for Derek Hale. If anyone stands in our way⊠well, so be it. Thatâs Allisonâs plan.â
âSo be it,â (Y/N) chorused, swallowing the fear that threatened to strangle her. âIâm ready.â
âThatâs good to hear.â Suddenly, the sound of electricity being killed filled the air. Gerard turned toward the pair of hunters and instructed them to start shooting the second the power inside turned off. They let their weapons run without caring who or what they were hitting, their one goal was intimidation and fear. "Shakespeare wrote that love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Letâs show them some love.â
At his instruction, the same hunters released gas bombs through the shattered windows, making it easier to conceal them as they walked inside. If innocent bystanders got hurt, then so be it. It was war, nothing else mattered.
â(Y/N) and I will walk in through the front first,â Henry said. âYou three follow through the back. We have no idea who else is in there right now/â
âOkay,â Allison nodded. âBe careful.â
âOf course.â
âAnd Derek? Heâs mine.â
The words made (Y/N)âs veins burn. Allison wasnât there to defend anyone, or even coming in to save her own boyfriend and her friend. She was there for blood. (Y/N) could see it in her eyes.
She walked alongside her father as they snuck in through the dark back door, trying their best to keep silent, her hands extended before them as they cleared the area they walked through. Her chest heaved in anticipation, and nerves ran inside her like a rampage. There was no way to know what they were walking into, but she did know who she had to walk out with.
âYou go get your friend,â her father whispered. âIâll keep moving to the back exit to join them.â
âWhat if they figure you out, dad?â
âIâve been doing this for far longer than you have,â he chuckled quietly. âYou donât have to worry about me, kid.âÂ
With a soft smile and a nod, they walked into the fog. As soon as they were out of view, (Y/N) took the front position, blinking away the sting from the smoke. âDerek?â she called out as quietly as she could. âDerek, where are you?â
Doors slammed shut and broke right after, glass and wood bursting through the ground, and all (Y/N) could hope was that none of it was masking the sound of anyone getting hurt. Well⊠at least not anyone she cared about.
âDerek,â she continued to call as she cleared the reception area and the front offices, trying her hardest to see through the darkness and the cloudiness. âPlease, where are you?â
âOver here,â she finally heard him croak out. âIâm here.â
She followed the sound of his voice until she found him trying to lift his body with a chair. He struggled under his own weight as his limbs came back alive slowly, too slowly. âOh god, Derek,â she said as she ran to help him up. âYour leg is bleeding.â
âIâm fine,â he groaned slightly. âDo you have a knife?â
âExcuse me?â
âI need you to stab me.â
âAre you crazy?!â
âI already triggered the healing process in my body,â he said. âI just need something to make it work faster.â
Without giving it much thought, (Y/N) slid to her ankle and pulled out her knife. âWhere?â she asked before Derek pointed to his leg. âPlease donât hate me.â
She drew her arm back and punched the blade onto his thigh, her cut joining the five smaller ones he had created. A growl left his body as she pulled out the knife, his face transforming and his eyes glowing red. He breathed heavily as he steadied himself, swallowing the pain from the stab as feeling returned to the rest of his body.
âWe need to get you out of here,â she said. âMy family is here to kill you tonight.â
âI canât,â he said. âIâve gotta get to the holding cells. âThereâs people that need help.â
âIf Allison finds you, sheâll shoot to kill, Derek,â (Y/N) stated. âHer mom killed herself tonight, and she knows itâs because you bit her. Allison blames you for Victoriaâs death.â
âIâm not leaving until theyâre safe,â he retorted. âAnd your cousin is the least of my worries.â
âFine,â the girl relented. She knew there was no fight to be won. The faster they rescued whoever else was in there, the faster they could go. âLead the way.â
He took off in a fast walk down hallways and doors, keeping an arm behind him to shield (Y/N). âIâll go for Jackson. You go for Matt,â he whispered. âMaybe we have a chance that way.â
âJackson canât paralyze me.â
âBut he sure as hell can hurt you. OrâŠâ
âOkay,â she stopped him. âIâll try and get Matt.â
As they neared the cells, she could hear Scottâs mother begging for her sonâs life, and all Matt could do was chastise her for not knowing what her son was. But his words soon died in his throat as Derek growled menacingly.
For a second, she believed she had him. With her gun outstretched in front of her, she walked tentatively toward Matt. His eyes flickered from side to side until, finally, they stopped beside him. Out of the darkness, the Kanima appeared and sank his claws into her arm, sending her flying against the wall. The air got knocked out of her lungs, and pain shot through her entire back.
Derek grabbed Jackson and slammed him on the desk, the distraction allowing Matt to escape. But not without (Y/N) shooting his right shoulder. Or maybe his arm. Her vision had been blurry, but she knew she had at least grazed him. The groan that had left his mouth told her so. But (Y/N) couldnât dwell on him any longer, by the time sheâd be able to work up the strength to run, heâd be long gone. What she could do was help the people in the room she was in.
Wolf and Kanima battled as they each fought for dominance, but Jackson was just too strong and too fast. His body was too close to the cell, and the girl knew she couldnât risk shooting him. One wrong move, and sheâd hit Melissa or the sheriff. All she could do was fight him head-on and hope for the best.
She slipped the knife out of her ankle once more and rushed Jackson from the back, digging the knife just below his ribs and pulling up. But all that did was anger him more. With extended claws, he slapped her across the face, sending her barreling to the ground once more. The sting from her arm didnât even compare to the sting on her face and the bounce her head did off the ground. It was stupid to fight him hand-to-hand, but she had to at least try.
An angry growl escaped Derek as he got off the floor and saw (Y/N) holding her head. Without thinking, he ran toward Jackson, with all the intent of knocking him like he had done to her. But he used the bars of the cell to lift his body and kick Derek straight to the chest and across the room.
Suddenly, as the Kanima hissed in Melissaâs face, Scott appeared and stuck his claws into the creature's ribs and pulled him off the bars. After being unhanded, Jackson slithered out the door, possibly in search of his fleeing master.
Derek jumped over the desk that kept her from (Y/N) and helped her up before signaling to follow him. They ran through the halls, but if there was any sign of Jackson before, it was gone. âFuck!â the man grumbled. âHeâs gone.â
âIâm sorry,â she croaked. âI shouldnât have gotten in the way. IâŠâ
âShh,â he interrupted.
âDerek, IâŠâ
âThereâs someone there.â
He pressed them flush against the wall, his arm draping protectively in front of her. They didnât know who it was, but it wouldnât take long to find out.
âWhat are you doing here?â Scottâs voice echoed down the hall. âIt wasnât supposed to be like this.â
âTrust me, Iâm aware of that.â
Gerard. A gasp threatened to escape her mouth, and (Y/N) clamped her hands on top of her mouth to muffle any sound. The last thing she would have ever guessed was that Scott was working with her grandfather.
âIâve done everything you asked for,â Scott continued. âI joined Derekâs pack, Iâve given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling JacksonâŠâ
âAnd leave him to us,â Gerard interjected. He told Scott everything he wanted to hear but gave away just one crucial thing. He would be the one to handle Matt and Jackson. Not the hunters. Gerard. âGo!â
Scott ran past the pair, unaware they had heard everything. Derekâs face had fallen in shame, his entire demeanor dropping as he realized heâd been betrayed. But the defeat only lasted a second as his attention turned to (Y/N).
âAre you okay?â he asked as he looked her over. Blood dripped down her cheek and her arm, and some stained the hair on the back of her head. âYouâre bleeding.â
âIâm fine,â she sighed. âIâm sorry. About all of this. IâŠâ
âNot now, okay,â he said softly. âYou need to get home. Clean those wounds up. Do you feel dizzy? Nauseous?â
âNo, I feel fine,â (Y/N) grumbled. âListen, Derek.â
âI need to get you home,â he continued, still interrupting everything she had to say. âYou need to go.â
 âWhatâs going on, Derek? Is it about what Scott said? I meanâŠâ
âNo. I justâŠ,â he sighed, but the words seemed to die in his throat as he tried to get them out. âLetâs just get you home. Did you come here on your bike?â
âYeah.â
âGive me the keys,â Derek said, extending his hand. âIâll drive you home and come get my car after. Are your parents there?â
âMy dadâs here, and my momâs waiting at my uncle's house.â
âGood. Letâs go.â
(Y/N) followed without much fight. Her body was filled with exhaustion, and she barely had the energy to walk to her bike. But she couldnât help the dread that slipped into her as she clung to Derekâs waist. He wasnât just saddened by Scottâs actions. There was a fear inside him that ran deeper than betrayal, and it scared her to think that it had anything to do with her.
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