"I was scared you lost your voice before you yelled at him," Andrea commented, trying to lighten the air but no joke to lift the bitter coldness surrounding us. I breathed out and watched my own dissipate into the mountain's atmosphere. I lead her behind a tree with a wide trunk when I spotted something a few yards climbing up the slope. I couldn't tell what, it moved too quickly but I could tell it was big and I assumed it was a werewolf or even worse, the pack's leader. I couldn't see him again, not until I was sure my walls were structured right and held strong.
"Follow me," I instructed in a whisper, grabbing her wrist and guided her down the slope far from the figure. We were protected by the tall ferns and the many trees that covered our path but I knew our scent would give us away quickly so we had to rush down. "Climb up again," I demanded. Andrea gave me a confused look but the snapping of stuff sticks above us gave her motivation to climb. We didn't get far when she let out a blood curdling scream. I tried to see what cause it but she already let go of a branch and fell, taking me with her. It was a second later when my back was rammed against a log and I myself let out an even louder scream, especially with Andrea elbowing me in the stomach. She rolled over and tried to pick me up but I couldn't even bend my back with succumbing to the wave of stabbing-like sensations.
"Are you alright?" She cried out, her hands uselessly scanning over my probably bruised body. I would've used my famous sarcasm and replied Yeah, the ear splitting scream was just my mocking of you or Yes because the log felt like a pillow. Come and try it! When I tried to speak out my voice came out as a squeak, hiding the intense pain I was in.
"Hell no," I groaned. I slowly and carefully adjusted my body so I wouldn't have to use so much effort from my back area to get up but without success. I did get up but not without an unfair amount of pain. "What the hell scared you?" I asked, well more like demanded if you count the intensity of my voice. Andrea hid her face from my view and hesitated. "What!"
She muttered something I couldn't hear and demanded it again. "...A squirrel..." I gaped at her and couldn't choose between laughing and strangling her.
"Are you serious?" I yelled. "My back is killing me because you were afraid of a damn squirrel! What the hell!" That's when I lunged at the blonde. She squeaked but was too slow to get away from my rage. My hand grasped the bottom hems of her shirt and I started to drag her closer to me so I could throttle her but before I could I was pulled back by two strong arms. I squirmed and shouted as Andrea hid behind another towering body. My eyes were too filled with murder to focus on whom.
"Calm down!" My guy demanded, holding me closer so I couldn't use my arms since they were in his grasp. "Marisol!" I froze and was ready to attack this person now. I looked up, my eyes fully raging, and looked up at the familiar and just as furious face of Jacob Black.
"I'm not Marisol and let me go you asshole!" I began to kick my feet and tried to lift them in between his legs, aiming at his delicate man parts but without success. "Damn it! Let me go!"
"No," he responded, tightening his grip. I cringed in pain as the back I had forgotten about in blind rage reminded me of how sensitive it was at the moment. His grip loosened immediately when I cried out in pain.
"Marisol?" He asked again.
"Mary. Damn it, its Mary! I don't know this Marisol you're talking about but stop calling me that. No don't even call me Mary, its Agent Bowen. Now at the demand of a federal Agent let me go or else I'll charge you with assault!" Jacob let me go and grabbed the ground as if it were my lifeline. I glared at Andrea who was still hiding behind the guy I identified as Embry. I waited a second and charged in a crawl at the cowardly girl until I was tackled by I'm guessing Jacob.
"Stop it Merris-Mary!" I wouldn't have but his weight on my back caused an unimaginable wave of pain that I couldn't hide.
"Get off of me! Off! It hurts!" Jacob got off and laid a hand over my hand to sooth it I guess his intentions were but the results were the exact opposite and another wave came over me. I vocalized the excruciating pain with a pathetic whimper. His hand came off.
"Someone..." I whimpered. I was too afraid to get up myself. "...help... hospital... or just a warm bed...something soft."
"Are you serious Merris? You could have fractured your back and you're asking for something soft? Wait! That makes sense. Okay, my bad." I swore I heard May's voice. It came as a surprise to me because I haven't seen or even heard her in four years. "Here comes Paul."
I looked up from the ground and noticed a new pair of boots in view coming towards me. I was suddenly lifted and a groan escaped my mouth. I must admit the warmth from whoever was carrying me was very comforting. I closed my eyes to see if it was possible to sleep for a little bit.
"We'll be inside soon." Paul murmured beside me. Jacob huffed and shifted me higher. I let out another whimper of pain. "Sorry," he apologized.
"Screw you." I replied. A sudden knot in my stomach made me curl up and naturally I grabbed at the spot.
"This is why we didn't want you to wander off, you'd get hurt! You need supervision!" Jacob scowled at me and I would've snapped back but Paul beat me to it.
"Jake! She doesn't need to be yelled at."
"I do this all the time, with or without supervision. If one of you wasn't following us I wouldn't be in this position and I don't like it," I managed saying.
"Nice one Jake, you scared the girl. It's your fault," Paul commented.
"I had to!" Jacob defended himself.
"You had to? She isn't Marisol."
"Stop saying that name!" I yelled. I opened an eye so I could see and hit Paul. I couldn't reach him and he laughed at my feeble attempt.
"You're my imprint. Of course you're Marisol." Paul gaped and wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"No, it does not. I can explain your sudden attraction to me fairly easily. One, I'm hot. Wait, did you say you imprinted on me?" I was shocked, not because I knew he would recognize me but at the short amount of time I had to make up an excuse. "Maybe you're an emotionally unstable man who has a strange obsession with certain traits. I don't know what trait exactly. How about dark hair? Or maybe brown eyes? Or pale skin?" Paul let out a whopping laugh while I was too busy conjuring legit explanations, it was tough. Jacob rolled his eyes.
"There was a case of Tyler Harrison. He was a vampire and had a peculiar obsession with similar girls. All had the same M.O. Blond hair, blue eyes, tan skin, fifteen to twenty five and an abnormal height of 5'10 and above. This restricted him to stay within the New York City area where aspiring models would look for gigs and rent horrible apartments to stay at for the while. He killed 12 women within a 2 month span until he was burned." I lied smoothly. I should be a story teller. "Maybe you're like Tyler and have a strange interest in only dark haired, dark eyed girls?" Paul let out another booming laugh.
"You never lost your humor I see," Jacob muttered bitterly. Paul rubbed his shoulder supportively.
"I can't wait to see her kick your ass, too." Paul said. Jacob sneered at him.
"I don't think Marisol would be happy you're carrying another girl."
"Drop the act Marisol!" He snapped. At that moment I could feel every ounce of domination radiating off of him but his spell didn't last long, not even a second.
"I told you how many times before? I think two or three. I'm not Marisol! I may look like her, can't you tell by my voice I'm not her?" I shouted. I knew my voice was the same as six years ago but I had to truly take my role as someone else and this would be their reaction.
"You sound just like her," Jacob hissed.
"This is just great," my sarcasm started. "Not only do I look like this woman but sound like her, too! You're taking this way out of hand." I crossed my arms and pouted, avoided both Paul's and Jacob's eyes. "Where is she? Where's Marisol? Do you have a number or something? I have to call her and make her make you leave me the hell alone." Jacob's sour face contorted in pain and Paul looked down to the ground ashamed.
"We don't know," he whispered.
"She'll come back sometime. How long has she been gone?" Jacob's jaw tightened.
"A long time," was his blunt reply. I narrowed my eyes at him and then to Paul.
"How long has she been gone?" I repeated to Paul.
"A few years." He replied.
"She's your imprint you said?" I asked Jacob. He didn't even bother replying this time and settled with a short nod.
"Well maybe what you're feeling is separation anxiety and since I look so much like her you have a sick need to fill that empty space that you're willing to replace her with a look-a-like. If I was Marisol I'd be so fucking pissed to hear that."
"She left me!" He shouted, tightening his grip on my leg.
"Anger problems much?" I teased. "Look buddy, I know breaks up suck. I had a few boyfriends who left me empty handed but guess what, I got over it. I moved on. Why bother holding onto to someone who doesn't want you?" I wish he had taken the hint and lost any motivation to chase after me.
"It was my fault," he admitted. My face held absolute victory. Finally! He admits he was the one who drove me away. "I didn't know what I wanted and left her in the cold." I grinned.
"Sucks for you," I shouldn't have tested him but I risked it anyway. So far I hadn't been dropped and pinched, slapped or thrown.
"She's dead now," he concluded. My victorious face fell. I should've been glad I was considered dead but for some reason, it hurt. I couldn't reason why it would and here I was the psychiatrist!
Paul looked up and his eyes held a new spark. Jacob looked as grim as the reaper.
"And only a moment ago you were talking about how I was Marisol. Silly, I can't be here if I'm dead. There you go: I'm not Marisol. I'm Mary Bowen. Daughter of-" I paused. Who should my parent's be? I never talked about them, seeing they were dead, well at least one of them was. I didn't know what happened to mom after I left. She was still considered dead to me though. Paul raised a brow in suspicion. "I don't trust you with that information," I also added my most immature of behaviors: I stuck my tongue out at him.
Paul rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair.
"Hey! Watch the hair!" I hissed, fixing my hair afterwards. Paul's smile turned grim as Jacob.
"...so much like her..." I heard him whisper. Jacob nodded in agreement and held onto my tighter.
"Don't get too touchy," I warned. My immature act now replaced with a professional one now that we were in the public with witnesses. I looked around the beach for Andrea or anyone else for the matter but it was empty and disappointment filled my stomach. My knot was gone at least. "Do me a favor and leave me the hell alone when you set me down in front of the fire you promised me. No guest, no music, and no food. My stomach isn't in the best of conditions right now and I need quiet." Jacob shrugged.
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Sorry for a dull ending but I have this rule that each chapter cannot be longer than 4 pages on Microsoft word, to keep things even and on track. I'll make it up to you later ;) Now I just realized this is the only story I write comments on the bottom of, everything else I wrote I kept my personal opionion unspoken andlet the readers to decide.
Anywho, if I read this story on someone else's channel I'd be "Twilight is so dead, freak." Because honestly I'm so sick of the books and the movies -I only watch for Taylor Lautner and his cuteness!!!- are so dull thanks to kristen's poor acting (again my opionion! No offense to anyone else) but she portrays Bella great cause their the same person right? Mindless, dumb, useless.... nevermind. And Edward's just gross, seriously wash your hair Pattison. Edward himself I'm okay with, Emmett I love (both his character and actor who plays him) and Jackson Rathrobe (aka Jasper)= worse country accent ever. I could do one way better, wait, that's because I'm a minnesotan, I practically live in the country!!! Well more like a small town.. oh well.
BUT I love Marisol too much to quit on this and look forward to writing more chapter. I just wanted you to know that I am not a complete Twilight, team Jacob or Edward freak. I made this story just because I was bored and couldn't come up with a good starting plot of my own. :( Shameful, I know. Any comments on this chapter or how should the next chapter go? I'd appreciate it!
I love all your support so far and you really kept this story going, not me. Without you I'd never restart it :D