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A Freaky Imprint

Jacob loses. Bella chooses Edward and runs away with the rest of the Cullens to whatever secluded, cloudy town they choose to move to. And they leave Jacob in La Push, trying as hard as he can to get over her. But then he realizes he's out of peanut butter. And so it all begins. The whole pack imprints on one girl. A girl who happens to be a vampire. Marie is running from something, and chooses Forks of all places to make her 'normal' life as a supermarket employee. But that idea is destroyed when the weird wolf guys come in and screws everything up. The pack is on the verge of falling apart over Marie. Only Sam seems to realize that she's not right at all. Can he possibly stop them from killing each other over something they are created to destroy? I'm sorry, I can't help but make it crack-ficish. Rated 'T' for language.


3. Chapter 3: A Vampire POV

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Chapter 3: 2 For 1

Marie’s POV

“Mary!” my manager, Carl yelled. “I need you to stack up the dog food!”

“Marie.” I told him with a sigh.


“My name’s Marie. See the nametag?” I told him in a ‘duh, you should know that, you must be a moron’ tone, pointing at the nametag clipped on to my vest.

“Whatever.” he dismissed. “Just go stack up the freakin’ dog food.”

I rolled my eyes, but turned and pushed a cart stacked with dog food to aisle 5.

Once there, I began stacking the heavy packages with ease. It’s not like I was human or something. God, that would suck.

A sound of a buggy speeding down the aisle interrupted my train of thought. I was about to turn around, but thought against it when they stopped at the peanut butter a few yards down.

I froze. The heater blew his scent towards me. A werewolf.

He was whistling, obviously trying to find the right brand. It sounded like he hadn’t realized what I was yet.

“Um, miss?” he asked me in a ‘I need help’ tone instead of a ‘oh my freakin’ gosh, you’re a freakin’ vampire!’ tone.

I turned around slowly, trying not to blow my scent near him.

He froze.

Dammit, I was in trouble now.

“May I help you?” I asked, hopefully sounding like a normal, human grocery store employee and not some undead, immortal mythical creature.

“Um, I…, uh, peanut…., uh, crunchy…only?” he stuttered almost incoherently.

Thank God he didn’t figure it out. Shouldn’t the impeccable beauty give it away?

“You want what?” I asked, completely confused.

“Creamy.” he sighed.

I was starting to get wary, but then I remembered he was an almost-human male and probably meant something along the lines of his ‘male needs’.

“Umm… ooo-kaaay. Are you looking for the restrooms?” I asked him politely.

“No, um…no.” He said, looking slightly retarded.

“Well, I’ve gotta do this thing…..” I said, backing away slowly from the mentally ill.

“No!” the man yelled.

I stared at him warily. I kinda felt sorry for him. Normally they come with their mothers or something…

“I need peanut butter.” he said.

“It’s right there.” I said, not risking him figuring out that I was a vampire and end up killing some giant wolf-man in front of poor innocent shoppers. Or having to deal with the mentally handicapped with his peanut butter issues.

“Umm, I need Peter Pan.” he said. Wait, what? I thought. What did a flying child doing with peanut butter? Do the humans now have some boys made out of peanut butter? Why would they do that? That’s, like, evil.

“You know, the peanut butter?” Ohhhhh, that makes since! Well, my last job was at Wendy’s, did you expect me to know human food labels?

“Oh, that’s right there.” I pointed at the jars lined up nearest to him.

“No, creamy Peter Pan.”

“We don’t have any creamy Peter Pan?” I asked him, scooting a little closer. “Umm, maybe there’s some in the back,”

I picked up my walkie-talkie, “Bobby? Are you there?” I used Brian’s code name. Bobby was for any time some freak that seemed to like me came around, which meant he needed to act like my boyfriend.

“Yes, Marie, what do you need?” He replied.

They guy started drooling. I stared at him before responding, feeling sorry for him and his mental problems.

He wiped it away, noticing what I was staring at. I replied, “Um, is there any creamy Peter Pan peanut butters back there?”

“Uh…” Bobby replied, while boxes shifted around in the background, “Yep. I’m coming. Stay there.”

“Sure.” I replied, then stuck it back in the hideous apron I was forced to wear.

I started sucking on the end of my hair, a habit that I still wasn’t able to break even after being transformed

“Nice weather out.” he said, attempting conversation.

“It’s raining.” I responded, looking up for a second.


He started whistling, looking at the ceiling, occasionally looking at me.

“So…” he started again.


“So, you work at Winn-Dixie.” he stated an obvious fact.

“So, you like creamy peanut butter.” I said back.

“So you work with Bobby.”

“You know him?” I asked, a little more interested.

“No.” he said, then smiled.



“He’s my boyfriend.” I snuck in.

His jaw dropped. I was right.

Bobby made his entrance then, holding the jar of peanut butter.

“Uh, here’s the peanut butter you wanted.” he said in a smooth voice.

Bobby examined the peanut butter guy, trying to appear like he was seeing if the guy was some sort of threat to his nonexistent relationship.

The peanut butter guy examined Bobby back.

“Uh, can I have the peanut butter?” I asked, trying to get the guy out.

Bobby handed me the peanut butter, I took a step closer to the dude and tossed him the peanut butter.

“Uh, thanks.” he told me, then walked to the check out.

“I’ll go back to the back.”

“Sure, Bobby- I mean Brian.”

He walked away and I went back to the dog food stacking.


I heard a person whistling as they want to the peanut butter aisle.

“Dammit.” I heard a male say. “Uh, lady?” he asked me.

“Yes?” I asked, turning toward him. The heater worked its magic and blew his scent towards me. Another werewolf.

“Uh…uh…uh…” he stuttered, not seeming to realize what I was.

“Oh, not again.” I sighed, addressing that he seemed to think he had a chance with me and that he was my sworn enemy.

“Um, creamy, um, peanut butter, please?” He said, not sounding quite as retarded as the other guy.

! rolled my eyes, trying to appear normal and picked up the walkie-talkie. “Bobby, we need more creamy Peter Pan peanut butter.”

“Again?” Bobby asked.

“Just bring some to aisle 5.”

“I’m on it.”

I put the walkie-talkie up and faced the guy, who looked like he wanted to say something.

“So…” he started.

“Hi.” I tried to appear normal.


Awkward silence.

“I’m Embry.” he introduced himself.

Should I give him my real name? “Marie.”

“Sup, Marie.” He said back.

“Sup, Embry.” I sounded like a broken record.

“So…” he tried again.

“You need peanut butter?”

“Yeah, it’s…essential for PB&J’s.” he informed her.

“Ah.” Ew, I hated PB&J’s even as a human.

“I know.”


“You look a lot like-” I got cut off by the arrival of the person I could only guess was Bobby.

“Here’s your peanut butter.” Bobby said and handed Embry the jar.

“Uh, dude, this is crunchy.” he pointed out.

“Oh, it is?” he asked. Embry handed him the jar. “Dammit, it is.”

“Yeah.” He said, obviously going with the ‘God, you’re an idiot’ tone that I normally use.

“Well, I’ll be back with the creamy stuff.” and then Bobby walked off.

“What were you saying?” Embry asked me once Bobby was out of sight.


“You were saying that I looked a lot like someone.” he said, like I needed reminding.

“Oh, yeah. You look a lot like someone-” I got cut off again by a cell phone ringing.

“I’ve gotta take this,” he put the phone to his ear, “Hullo?”

“Um Embry, we’ve got vamp issues.” I heard someone say.

“Dammit. I’ll be there soon. I’ve got news, too.”

Dammit is right! I hope they aren’t talking about me. Maybe that last guy really did notice.

“What?” I heard the guy on the other line ask.

“It’ll have to wait. I’ll be there soon.” Oh god, Embry was going to tell them that I was a vampire.

“K.” Embry hung up the phone and smiled at me.

Bobby decided to make his appearance then, holding the jar of peanut butter. “Thanks, dude, but I’ve gotta go.” He told him, then jogged out of the store.

“Two in one day.” Bobby commented.

“Let’s hope there isn’t a third.” I muttered.