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Abstract Reality

17-year-old Ana Forrester has lost everything. Her parents, her place in this world, her story. After a near-fatal car crash, the Cullens take her in, where she meets Seth Clearwater. Soon, she realizes that her life may have a chance to turn itself around. But when the Volturi threaten Ana’s safety, she must make a choice between her new family, and the wrath of the Volturi. THIS STORY IS COMPLETE!!!!!!! THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO READ & REVIEWED!!!! HOPE TO SEE YOU AT ROUND 2!!!!*~Nymphadora_Cullen~*

In case anyone's wondering, in this story, Ana is 17, which means everything is happening now. Bella's been a vampire for two years, and Nessie is, I guess, about the physical representation of a ten or twelve-year-old. Also, I'm planning to do a playlist for this fic. Check the chapter notes to see what music works for each chapter If anyone has any questions, please leave a review.

4. Chapter 4: Imprint

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Chapter 4: Imprint

I stared at Seth, confused.

What are you talking about?” I asked

“I’m your soul mate, Ana,” he said. “I imprinted on you.”

I paused. Now I was definitely confused. “Hang on,” I whispered, “What’s an ‘imprint?’”

“A soul mate,” Jacob said. “The legends of the pack say that it’s very rare for us to imprint on a person, but almost all of us have found our soul mates that way.”

“What pack,” I asked.

“Ana,” Bella said, “They’re wolves,”

Werewolves?!” I asked; I could feel the fear in my voice, taste it on my tongue. There was no way that this was real.

“No, not werewolves,” Seth corrected, “We’re shape-shifters. We just happen to take the shape of wolves every time we shift, or phase, as we call it.”

“They could’ve easily been bears, or eagles, or any other animal imaginable,” Edward added.

“It just so happens that they’re wolves,” Bella finished.

“What about the imprinting?” I asked, grasping at something to get rid of the term werewolf. “Can we get back to that? Has anyone else done it?

Seth nodded. “First it was Sam, then Jared, then Quil, then Paul, and Jacob.” Seth smiled at me. “Now, it’s happened to me, apparently.”

“What, you didn’t think it would happen to you?” I asked.

Seth shook his head. “No,” he said. “I just didn’t think it would happen so soon.” His eyes sparkled as he stared at me.

“You still don’t believe, do you?” Edward asked.

“Not really,” I admitted. Actually, I didn’t know what to believe, my own ears, or what logical, factual evidence told me.

“Would it be okay if I showed you?” Seth asked. I could hear the concern as it echoed in his voice.

I nodded. If I was going to do this, I’d better get it over with as soon as possible.

Seth, Edward, Bella and I walked out of the house and into the forest. We stopped not too far from the house, next to a rushing stream separating the backyard from the forest. Suddenly, Seth turned, and I noticed that his cheeks were tinged a bit darker than the rest of his skin in an unmistakable blush.

“My clothes don’t pop in and out of existence like I do, so you might want to…”he muttered, not meeting my eyes.

“Oh, right!” I said, immediately closing my eyes.

All around me, I heard the rustling of the trees, birds singing in said trees, the running brook nearby, the whisper of the grass and a sudden, strange ripping noise….

“You can open your eyes now,” Edward whispered.

I opened to find that almost nothing had changed, except for the large horse-sized wolf standing where Seth had stood only seconds ago. His fur was a wonderful sandy color, with bits of gold and brown enhancing the effect. His caramel-fudge colored eyes stared back at me, and with his head tilted at an angle the clearly stated, You can’t not love me, I felt myself let out a burst of laughter.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder, and turned to meet a pair of butterscotch colored eyes.

“Seth wants to know if you believe him now,” Edward told me.

I turned back to look at the wolf, who was now in the “play bow” position that most puppies took whenever they wanted to play Tug-of-War, or Fetch. I walked over to him, and stroked his fur lightly. It felt soft, not like silk, but like a brand-new pair of fuzzy slippers when you first buy them. I looked into those chocolaty eyes.

“I believe you,” I whispered. Seth grinned a doggy grin, and sneezed.

“Bless you!” Edward, Bella and I said.

And so my new life began.