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Fate's Twisted Charm

Fate's twisted charm is always what lures you in. From the beginning of her life she's been intertwined with myths and creatures. Now it's your time to hear her story and what she thinks about everything that has happened in the series we all know and love. This is Emily Young's life story. PhotobucketTwenty-One Preview: "Oh, Paul, you're not alone. I'm here and I love you. I know for a fact that Sam would not be the leader he is if not for you. Jared loves being with you and being your friend. And, so what if Leah doesn't talk to us anymore? It's mostly my fault anyway. She shouldn't take it out on you. I just get so worried about you sometimes."

Disclaimer: This story does not match up with the actual series and the timeline, some ages, and other details have been changed. I also own nothing besides Maria and Scott Young. It's all Stephenie Meyer.

17. Wild Eyes

Rating 5/5   Word Count 2011   Review this Chapter

March 21st, 2003

I watched in horror as Jared phased. Jared. Phased. I knew it would happen sometime, just not this quickly. I could see Emily in the house staring at the two humongous wolves fighting on her lawn with wide eyes. Paul growled viciously as Jared tried to pounce.

For a newbie, he certainly was quick on his feet.

The only way for me to get through to them would be if I phased and got in their minds. I sighed, I was starting to hate phasing. You felt so out of control, so distant from everyone and everything else. It was an unnerving feeling, yet everyone else seemed to enjoy it.

I felt the familiar popping of bones as I phased. The sprouting of fur and growing of limbs. It made me sick to think of how I was actually transforming into a large dog. It wasn't normal, it was't human. It wasn't safe.

I immediately felt Jared and Paul's thoughts rush in my mind and I fought to push them back. The impact of their anger was bitingly cruel and powerful and I felt dizzied.

Stop it, I demanded of them in a stern voice.

Stay out of this Sam, it's none of your business, Paul's blunt thoughts bit back. I growled in warning for them to knock it off. I watched as Paul slowly started to pause, his sharp teeth clutching around Jared's leg.

Jared seemed to understand to stop because a flicker of recognition lit up his eyes. He pulled his mouth away from Paul's ear and I sighed. Finally. It was about time they learned some responsibility.

Come, Jared we need to talk, I told them as I started off running to the forest behind Emily's house. I listened as Paul and Jared followed, hesitantly at first, and we darted into the forest. We ran through the thick underbrush and sniffed at the woodsy, musty smells of the forest.

Jared, you're not human, I broke the surfaced tension and he looked up at me, his wide eyes showing understanding. His large head nodded once before he looked down, almost ashamed.

I know, he responded.


I waited anxiously in the kitchen, drinking a mug full of hot chocolate, while I waited for Sam, Paul, and Jared. They had been out in the woods for nearly 2 hours now, and I wanted to desperately see how Jared was handling it.

After finishing my third mug and still no sign of them, I went up to take a shower. My muscles were all sore from today and I felt so drained. Of course, my nap in the car had helped somewhat.

When I came out, I changed into a pair of old, comfy pajamas and walked slowly down the stairs. It was 9:30 now, and I would have guessed my parents would be home by now. I sighed, they were probably still talking to Paul's grieving parents.

Finally, the front foor opened. A tired Sam, an irritable Paul, and a skitterish Jared walked through, dripping wet from the rain. I gave them all a disapproving glare and ushered them silently into the kitchen where pre-made mugs of hot chocolate waited.

Paul game me a grateful smile as he downed his quickly. The air was so tense, so stiff that I felt that if I made one move the whole world would crumble down around me. Jared was gazing into his mug, watching as the chocolate swirled in loops and circles.

"So, everyone caught up with the werewolf business?" I asked, folding my hands nervously as Sam glanced up at me. Paul scoffed lightly as he reached for a third mug.

"You could say that. We phase into wolves when we're pissed, we hurt pretty much everyone around us, and, oh yea, we have enemies. A family of ancient freaking vampires. Terrific," He grumbled as he stirred a whole hand-full of marsh mellows into his cup. I gulped, this was going to be tricky.

"Oh," I whispered. I watched Paul curiously, his movements were so stiff, like he was waiting for something horrible to come at him from the back. He was so bitter, so angry. I closed my eyes briefly, somehow I knew he wouldn't ever really change. His sister was taken at such a young age, and he forced all his feelings that revolved around that into a huge ball of anger that he was constantly aiming at the Cullens.

It wasn't even their fault.

"I can go home, right? I mean, it's safe?" Jared asked hesitantly, his eyes wide with fear. He looked so vulnerable, so lost. Sam nodded before continuing.

"Of course, Jared. If you start to get angry, just get out. Immediately. I suggest pretending to be sick, then everyone probably won't bother you. Less of a chance that you'll hurt someone if everyone is leaving you alone." Sam responded thoughtfully. Jared nodded before continuing to gaze into his mug of hot chocolate.

"God forbid one of us hurts someone we love. I would hate to think someone would have to lose someone like that," Paul mumbled bitterly from his position of leaning against the counter. His dark, wild eyes flickered between me and Sam, and then out to the forest that was barely visible through the window.

I felt a sudden lash of hurt seep into me. He was talking about Sam and I and how Sam had attacked me. I swallowed, a hard lump had formed in my throat. I watched as Sam visibly stiffened, his face a hardness of anger that was hardly being contained.

"Knock it off, Paul. Just knock it off," Jared murmured as he took his first sip of hot chocolate. I felt tears start to form in my eyes as Paul stared at me, cold and hard, with unmasked disgust.

"I still don't get why you're with him. That imprinting crap is just bullshit, Em. Complete crap and lies," He angrily mumbled as his dark eyes traveled lazily over my scars. I felt a light, rosy blush creep its way up my cheeks and I glanced at Sam. He was sitting on the edge of his stool, his jaw clenched, as were his fists.

"Don't talk to her like that, Paul." He whispered, deathly calm. Paul looked at him squarely in the eyes.

"Or what? You'll screw up my face, too?" His face twisted into mock terror. I felt one, single tear drip its way down my cheek. This wasn't the Paul I knew, the fun-loving, silly guy who I had known since first grade. This was a bitter, angry, selfish Paul that thought he knew everything.

He was hurting me, and he knew it.

Jared glanced my way, a look of concern on his youthful face as he took notice of the tears. My lip quivered as I watched Sam stand up, his muscular frame almost blocking off my view of the approaching Paul.

Jared stood up swiftly and put himself between the shaking Paul and the snarling Sam. I swallowed as Jared put one hand on Sam's chest and the other on Paul's in order to stop them.

"Guys, come on. Not in here. Let's just calm down and back off," He suggested, his face completely innocent. Paul cursed lightly and yanked his jacket from the back of the chair.

"I'm outta here, anyway. Screw you guys," He roared over his shoulder as he walked out the front door. When the door slammed shut with a boom, it felt dreadful. I knew I would see Paul again, but it felt like it was the last time I would see him acting at least a sliver of how he used to.

And that thought tore me in two.

"Well, that blew over," Jared mumbled as he watched the front door, "I think I'll go, too. I need to get home. I'll call if anything, uh, happens." He walked past Sam, who was as tense as ever, and gave me a tight smile before walking through the door.

As Sam turned around and enveloped me into a warm embrace, I listened as Jared lightly shut the door. There was no slamming, no cursing, no nothing. Just peace. Unlike Paul. And I somehow figured that after today, Paul would always be bitter and angry. Different. And Jared would just be Jared, sweet, adorable, gentle.

And that made all the difference.


My house wasn't even 2 miles from Emily's, so I walked home. I didn't want a ride from Jared, who walked through the door not even a minute after I had. He looked distant and troubled, his eyes unusually dark and strange.

I sighed, why did life have to be like this? Why did I constantly have to be on the edge of some huge, great change? Why did Casey have to die? Why did I have to be a werewolf? Why did Emily have to love Sam?

Why did the Cullens have to come here?

I followed the dirt path leading to my small, cozy home tucked away along the coast. It was always peaceful there, and right by the ocean for Casey. I gulped, tears forming in my eyes. She's gone, I reminded myself, gone and never coming back.

I came up to the front porch and I lazily stepped up the 3 steps that lead to the door. I could hear voices inside, hysterical crying and worried murmurs. I just wanted to turn around and go back to Emily's. I couldn't deal with this mourning stuff, this grieving and pitiful stages of loss.

I hesitantly opened the door and walked in. I looked around the family room and furrowed my eyebrows. It had gone dead silent the moment I walked in, and in the family room was my mother, father, and Emily's parents. They all looked frantic.

"What's going on?" I asked, setting the house keys down on the coffee table. My father looked at me strangely, and I swallowed. I felt like being a werewolf was something everyone could see. Like someone had stamped in big letters on my forehead the word monster.

"Oh, Paul, where were you?" My mother wailed as she flung herself into my unexpecting arms. I hugged her back, wondering what she was talking about.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, looking into her hazel eyes. Emily's parents, Scott and Maria, stepped forward, hand in hand.

"You ran off, sweetheart, at the funeral. Just ran right into the woods! You've been gone for hours! Oh, Paul, what happened?" She sobbed as she grasped onto my face roughly. I sighed, how could I explain that? I couldn't just say "Hey guys! Guess what! I'm a werewolf!" No, definitely not, especially when right after this whole Casey thing.

"I just, well, I wanted to grieve. Sam, Emily, and Jared found me. We talked for a bit," I mumbled as I shrugged innocently. Scott and Maria shared a glance before Scott's deep, smooth voice rang out.

"Is she home now?" He asked, the signs of a father's worry consuming his features. I nodded as my mother hugged me tightly once more.

"Well, I think it's our time to step out. But please, call us if you need anything," Maria pleasantly said as she smiled. Her eyes were deep and full of sadness as she squeezed my father's arm comfortingly and gave my mother a hug.

Then, they left. The air hung loosely around us as it was just me, my mother, and my father. It hadn't been just the three of us together since before the accident. We were always being swarmed by neighbors, funeral directors, or just other relatives. It was awkward standing here, I felt so vulnerable and weak.

"Go to bed, Paul," My father murmured tiredly as he rubbed his temples. I nodded and loped to my room and shut the door. From where my room was, I could hear the waves. I could hear the soft, ocean breeze flow through my open window and I looked up the huge, full moon that hung overhead.

Life was different now. And so was I.