"Emily! Sweetheart!" Sam cried, leaning over his imprint who laid unconscious near the door. He felt her pulse, not even taking a glimpse at the person standing at the door.

"What happened?" Seth asked poking his head into the corridor. He looked over at the brunette, covered in dirt and dripping with water. It took him a second to realise who it was- even when she slowly lifted her head up from Emily to him.

"Nicky..." He whispered dreamily. He must be dreaming. There was no way Nicky Summers is standing at the door.

Leah heard from the dining room curioused and mad that he would joke around like that. She stood up, walked over to Seth, slapped him on the head giving a harsh glare. How dare he make jokes- pretending she's at the door while she's probably rotting in her grave.

Her thoughts halted when she saw the teenage girl sigh heavily. Her breathing was ragid and her face was red from the cold.

"Nicky?" Sam asked standing up, Emily slowly waking up in his arms.

"Hi," She breathed out. She blinked a couple time and held the doorframe, looking like she was about to collapse any minute.

The boys rushed in after hearing a familiar voice. One that could only make the suffering go away, the pain in a certain packmates heart vanish and the cocky arrogant persona return. One that could wake Paul from his depression.

"NICOLE!"

"NICKY!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

"...how?" Collin asked over the ruckus and swearing over the pack.

"Can I... sleep on it, then answer questions?" Nicky panted. She rested her free hand over her heart that was racing hysterically.

She looked up just in time to be squished in a tall man sandwhich. She hugged them all back but the tugging in her heart was getting incredibly impatient.

Her feet moved on her own accord. She barely realised Emily was staring at her wide eyed.

"Aren't you meant to be dead?" She whispered. Her voice was not rude but it was full of fear.

"Probably," Nicky said with a smile on her face. "Where's Paul?" She asked to anyone.

Seth who was pretty much beaming his face off was pulling her away from the crowd of stunned teenage wolves and dragged her to where her heart was directing, "Waiting for you,"

Nicky smiled, well she tried to. She was exhausted and was dirty and soaking wet from head to toe. She could use a nice warm bath right now but it seemed like she had to do something first- something important.

Seth pushed her in the guest room, shutting the door behind her leaving her alone in the room with Paul.

Loud whispering and quiet shouting could be heard from down the street. The pack and Emily talking the mouths off.

Nicky ignored them- she'll answer questions later.

Nicky's POV

I walked to the bed slowly. A massive lump in the bed indicating someone asleep. It was a bit smelly in the room. Like body odour and expired take away food. Judging by the old pizza boxes in the corner and soda cans crushed on the ground I'd take a bet and say someone had been spending way too much time in the room.

I got to the bed, pulled the covers off and almost gasped at the sight.

Paul.

The most handsome, arrogant, self-absorbed guy I have ever known looked sick, weak and sad.

His eyes were red and puffy, big bags beneath them making his tear stained cheek look very pale compared to his normal honey coloured skin tone.

I didn't even realise that the pulling and the tugging of my heart stopped when I was standing infront of him.

He was asleep but his chest was heaving harshly. Maybe he was having a nightmare? I brushed the hair away from his forehead noticing the beads of sweat forming in his hairline. His body heat was warmer too.

My finger nails that were covered in mud began to irritate me so I quickly dashed my hand behind my back- hidden from my view and out of contact with Paul's body.

I saw how much room there was left in the king-size bed. Without thinking I lifted the covers up and scooted under. My body was freezing and I needed a heater- Why hello warm man!

I hesitantly wrapped my arms around him, scooting into the crook of his arms. He subconsiously pulled me in closer his chin resting on my head and his grip tightening.

I smiled- out of all the places in the world, Paul's arms would have to be my favourite.

I hate to say it but... I like Paul. Alot. Maybe more then like but I couldn't be so sure. He's mean, selfish and tried to pressure me into loving him. He wouldn't leave me alone and he was a wolf- I remembered.

But I love how he is confident, sure of himself and somehow knew that I would love him. I love how he wouldn't take no for an answer and I loved how he came to rescue me. I love how he I feel safe with him, I loved how we could be unreal-fictional creatures that are only meant to be in fairytales.

Oh boy, Yep. I think it's love. I think I do... I love him.

I love Paul Walker.

I'm not ashamed, here in his arms I don't feel like I've lost dignity in admitting it. I feel like I can finally lift that weight off my shoulders... now I just have to tell him.

Wait- he isn't awake yet. And he probably is the one who buried me. How am I going to confess to him? I don't want to sound pathetic. I don't want to lose my confidence. I want to stay strong.

Realising this was hard because I'll miss my independance. I'll miss my tough I-don't-need-a-man facade. I guess I'll have to live with it though, aslong as Paul would accept me. I don't even know what Paul thinks of me- Hell, he thinks I'm dead.

I just hope that this whole mermaid thing won't make him think I'm repulsive.

I gulped, closing my eyes and pushing back my thoughts, I'll deal with them later. For now I recoiled into his body, absorbing his body heat and letting sleep overtake me.

I don't know what will happen when he wakes up but I pray to God that he is as happy to see me like I am to see him.

Paul's POV

It was weird. My dreams weren't full of darkness and shit, at first it did. It was me- alone. No one else around and then all of a sudden a gust of wind blows in my direction and I'm looking at a beautiful angel. It's Nicky.

I remember smiling, running to her like an idiot and embracing her tight in my hold. It was a good dream. Better then most that I've had lately.

The dream ended and I felt myself waking up. A cold chill made me shiver.

Emily I thought bitterly. She's probably opened the window or something, trying to get the smell out. She's tried to make me have a shower but I just can't find the energy.

I squeeze me eyes tighter ignoring the clump of blanket I was gripping on. I didn't want to wake up and see the sunshine and the mother fucking birds singing happily.

I want to die.

There, I said it. Thanks to a certain asshole of an alpha I'm not allowed to. Can't a guy kill himself in peace!

GOD DAMN IT!

MY fingers clentched, if she isn't alive why the hell am I?

I tried making a deal with God, Satan, Mohammed, Taha-Aki, Budha etc. Everything. I've prayed, I've dreamed- but nothing fucking works!

Nothing. And the 'sweet release' of death isn't even an option.

why can't anyone get that through their thick heads.

How can I live- when she is burried in the ground!

I've gone through stages, there's five by the way. I haven't got passed the first four.

I've gotten angry, mad, depressed, isolating myself, suicidal, disbelieving, guilty etc. Emotions have rushed through me but nothing seems to rewind the clock.

It should have been me.

I should have been the one to be taken by the bloody Volturi. I should have been the one to be held hostage- to be tortured. I should have been the one in Aro's hands when he cracked her spinal chord in half. I should have been the one to die- Not. Her!

My eyes stung, they felt puffy and red and it hurts to blink. I should expect it. I managed to cry myself to sleep last night. You know I haven't even gotten out of bed in the past week?

I'm not even wearing clothes right now. I refuse to do anything that Nicky can't.

She can't change clothes- so I won't.

She can't eat- so I won't. (Don't mind the pizza boxes and empty soda cans everywhere)

She can't shower- so I won't.

She can't love again- So I refuse too. Not that I would anyway.

She can't live- but I can. And oh how I hate that.

She can only rest- so I've been sick with misery in Emily and Sam's guest bedroom.

My eyes opened on their own. The darkness in my room made it easy to know that it was probably night time or early morning.

The doona I was holding onto sighed slightly and I realised that I was almost dripping wet with mud and rain -wait what? I looked to my side and froze.

It was her. I haven't said her name in a while. Her hair, her arms, her body, her face. It was all there.

I lied there, my eyes opened wide, my mouth hanging open. I must be dreaming.

I couldn't move, not even when she clung onto me in her sleep.

She was wearing that same yellow dress she was burried in. She was covered in the dirt she was buried in.

I'm dreaming.

I tightened my arms around her, seeming to realise that she didn't vanish.

I'm dreaming.

She nuzzled her wet hair into my neck, a tingly sensation brisled through my body.

I'm dreaming.

I leant to her. Giving a subtle kiss ontop of her head then flinched back- waitin for her to awaken and smack me across the head like she would. Except it never came. She opened her eyes and looked up at me innocently.

It's too Good to be true. I must be dreaming.

"Paul?" HOLY FUCK!

"N-Nicky?" I asked. Her name rolling off my tongue.

"What's up?" She asked easily. Like everything was fine.

"I must be fucking dreaming," I said a bit harshly.

It was a dream. A cruel, cruel dream where it teased and tortured me. Showing me what could have been- what might have been.

She pinched me hard, right on my neck where my soft spot was. "Ow," I said startled, my anger fading when I looked into her beautiful green eyes.

"Well if you were dreaming, you would have woken up," She said, smiling slightly at the end of her sentence.

I looked at her- fully looked at her, "Am I dead?" I asked hopefully.

I'm not the greatest guy, the kindest neighbour or even a good samaritan, Hell I'm not even a samaritan. I wouldn't go to heaven, I can't even remember 'passing the shiny gates into heaven,' so does this mean I'm in hell?

Cause if this was hell- with her by my side it's my heaven.

"I'm not dead," Her voice distracted me of my thoughts.

"My angel," I murmured stupidly. Where the fuck did that come from? I looked down at her- she could try to look her worst but she'd still be stunningly gorgeous. She was my angel but did I have to say it out loud? God, she must think I'm such a pussy.

She looked at me, her finger tracing around my peck absent mindly, my breath caught in my throat. And let me just tell you- my breath never catches in my throat. And she wasn't even trying to seduce me.

Man, I want her. Not just sexual but I want-no need her!

I want her to be mine. Mine and mine only.

She kissed me. On the lips, holding my face inbetween her perfect hands. I forgot what I was thinking and kissed her back, with everything that I had. Showing her how much I loved her in a simply kiss.

"Mine," I said on her lips possessively.

"Yours," She replied, tugging on my bottom lip gently.

I must be fucking dreaming.

Before I forget- or wake up I pulled her away from her(reluctantly) my hands on her perfect cheeks. She looked at me, tilting her head cutely as if to ask a silent question.

"I. Love. You," I said firmly. My face was serious to show that I mean it. That she should never forget it.

She smiled, "I love you too," My perfect Nicky smiled and I think my heart might have stopped. I believed her.

"You better not be joking," I said narrowing my eyes. She rolled her eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me," let's just say she didn't get to finish saying that.

"So... you were hibernating?" I asked her again. I lifted her up in my arms pulling her ontop of me not caring that I was covered in sweet and odour and she was was muddy. We were lying together, our fingers laced together and her feet wrapped around eachother.

She still hadn't moved from her spot on the bed- not that I would let her, she was never leaving my side again.

"If you say 'like a bear,' one more time- you're gonna get slapped," She threatened, I would have taken her seriously if she wasn't smiling.

"Well then call it something else, not hibernating," I said running my free hand through her dirty yet perfect hair. Everything about her was perfect. She could try and not be perfect and she would do a perfect job at failing to not be perfect- she's just too perfect for me.

"Coming from someone who 'phases'" She mocked.

"Hey, use those lips for kissing not teasing," I retorted leaning towards her to capture her lips.

She backed away, laughing at my face and the sound of disapointment from my throat. "Don't tell me what to do," She said with a smirk on her perfect face. Have I mentioned she was perfect?

"Since you're mine and you're never leaving my side again," I said suddenly serious.

"I'm not property," She said looking away. I ran my hand through her hair a couple more times again before she spoke, "But if I'm yours, and you're mine... doesn't that mean you have to do what I say?" She raising her eyebrow in question.

"Anything," I looked in her eyes- showing her I meant it. It's true, I'd do anything for her, she just has to ask.

She smiled nodding slowly. "Is that part of the imprint?" She asked backtracking on the information I told her moments ago.

"No, it has nothing to do with the imprint. This is me talking," I stroked her cheek with my thumb.

"So the imprint only showed you who to love, it didn't actually make you love me. You chose to?" She asked slowly, as if trying to make herself understand.

"Yes. Have I ever told you how smart you are?" I said honestly. I can't even remember how long it took for Emily and Kim to understand.

"So... we're meant to be together- til the end," She asked ignoring my question.

I nodded slowly, worried that I might be scaring her off.

"Um... ok?" She stated like a question.

"Ok?" I asked sitting up. She came up with me and I tucked her closer to me.

"Yeah, ok. I don't know what to think. It's kind of scary... no offence," She said in a little voice. I nodded. That's what I thought when I first saw her. Now I don't find anything scary about our situation.

"Take your time, aslong as you don't push me away- I'll be cool with whatever you decide," It might not look like it but I was frantic on the inside.

Why did I say that? I would definitely not be 'cool' with whatever she decides. What if she just wants to be friends? What if we grow up and she finds someone else? And I have to be her maid- I mean man, man of honour in her wedding and I pretend to be 'cool' with it but on the inside I'm dying but I wouldn't tell her because it's all about her happiness. There's gotta be a movie like that out there somewhere.

She sat there, staring off into space, I had to break her away from her thoughts. If she thinks too much she'll realise how I'm not good enough for her.

"So um... you killed your dad?" I asked then almost facepalmed once I realised what I had just said. Oh my God! I'm such a dick.

She suprised me by laughing, "Yeah," She said, staring off into space again, she spoke again this time her voice was sober, "He was a vampire... by the way,"

My jaw dropped.

Holy Mother Fucking SHIT!

"Explain." I demanded holding her by her shoulders.

Man, I have some serious apoligising to do. I thought she was a ruthless killer.

Fuck me.