Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Dec 17, 2008 19:10:46 GMT -5
Rachel stared off into the never ending body of water. With her knees pulled up toward her chest she took in the calming sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. She wasn’t so much bored as she was lonely. After all her brother was off doing some time of intense watch dog business. Her dad, was with the Clearwater’s worrying over Jacobs wolf patrol, and Becca, only God knew what she was doing right now. Rachel sighed as she watched the water smack into the rocks not too far away.
When she was a teenager she loved vampires, and werewolves, but that was before she knew they were real. Now she was in constant worry over her baby brothers safety. She hated them, all of them. Even Bella made her skin bubble. Why did she have to lead the poor kid on so long, maybe if she hadn’t he wouldn’t constantly be putting his life on the line for her.
Rachel wiped a single tear away quickly, and fought the thoughts down.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 17, 2008 19:37:50 GMT -5
Paul walked down the pebble laden shore of First Beach in quite an antagonistic mood. He was feeling quite dissatisfied in his human skin, too hot and lumbering, so frustrated. He paused in his walk, taking two mightily deep breaths in the hopes that the cold air would also cool down his temper, he could feel the shakes of imminent phasing going on and that wasn’t the best thing to be doing in the middle of First Beach. If only he could spend more than five straight minutes without Jacob’s incessant thoughts and feelings about Bella Cullen entering his head. She made him mad, turning one of the strongest members of their pack into a bloodsucker’s lapdog. It made him sick, in fact. He stopped again, crouching down to grip one of the large boulders that scattered the ground, seeing the violent shudders whip around his form. He really had to stop thinking about them, either of them.
He suddenly let out a low growl, rolling it in the of his throat as he looked up towards the stormy sky. It was just beginning to rain, but the large drops did nothing to cool him down, it was like taking a warm shower. No, he couldn’t rely on the weather, he would have to find some other distraction. He righted his head and his dark eyes eventually came to focus on a scrunched up figure a few metres away. His sharp eyes noticed that it was Jacob’s sister and she didn’t look too happy. He hadn’t seen either of the twins for years and yet, somehow, he instantly felt and wave of calm wash over him. His dark eyes softened and he approached her, plopping himself down by her, though not too close, just in case. He didn’t want to hurt her.
“You look like you could use some company,” he commented, his voice a little gruff, as always, but it help a certain soft edge that it usually lacked. He peered at the pretty woman from where he sat, concern evident in his features.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
Posts: 59
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Post by Rachel Black on Dec 18, 2008 12:33:04 GMT -5
Rachel could have sworn she heard something she assumed it to be thunder and looked up at the gray sky. A few large drops landed on her on her cheeks and she sighed. If it wasn’t so cool she wouldn’t have minded the rain. After all she was kind of used to it, you kind of had to be in Forks. But, it was just her luck, to not be prepared for it. Despite this, she felt oddly calm. She barely noticed the person who suddenly occupied the space beside her until she heard the unfamiliar sound of his husky tone.
She laughed lightly, “Is it that obvious?” she joked. Turning her attention toward the voice now she tilted her head slightly. He looked vaguely familiar. She flipped through the pages of her mind, but got nothing. “Do I know you?” she asked, intrigued by his customary features. She smiled now, pure wonderment replacing the sadness and frustration that lingered there a few moments before. In the back of her mind she speculated whether it was the swift onset of the gentle rain or the new arrivals presence.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 19, 2008 20:28:11 GMT -5
Paul’s face broke into a genuinely gentle smile at Rachel’s laugh and he turned his body so it was slightly more inclined towards her and completely open in manner. Gone was the angry, sullen expression it had previously held a few moments ago and he could barely even remember the shivers of imminent phasing that he had been going through. What was it about this girl that made him so calm? Nothing else seemed to work and there was nothing about being around strangers that made him behave himself more.
“Everyone can do with company sometimes,” he told her, trying to twist his words into a compliment, though he was not very skilled at doing so - he was out of practice. To his own macho dismay he found himself disappointed that Jacob’s big sister didn’t remember him, though it made sense really; Paul spent a lot more time around Jacob hearing him speak and think of his sisters, but his sister hadn’t been around them too much. He hoped she would be in the future. He hoped that she would always be around and, goodness, he hoped she liked him. He crossed his arms over his knees, his tattooed one covering his plain one as he pondered at the rather alarmingly swift acquisition of these new feelings.
“No, not really,” he told her, expecting his voice to be gruff and being surprised when it came out sounding reassuring, smooth - very un-Paul. “But you will soon…” he quipped, allowing a grin to break his face.
“I’m part of Jake’s… group,” he had to stop himself from saying ‘pack’. He knew that Jacob’s family knew all about his lycanthropy, but he also knew that it could cause tension. Whilst he would not hide any aspect of himself from this girl, he also did not want to rub her face in an aspect of her brother’s life that she may not enjoy.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
Posts: 59
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Post by Rachel Black on Dec 19, 2008 21:03:51 GMT -5
Rachel rested her head, on her knees, her arms still holding onto her legs, inadvertently shielding them from the chilling weather. Beneath her arms her long skirt flowed gently in the soft breeze sending the tips of the black fabric to cover bits of sand and her bare feet. Never revealing more than her ankles. She examined him still, the tattoos that traveled along his arm, a bit like a sleeve, the way his eyes seemed so mysterious but some how gentle. She couldn’t help but notice how overwhelmingly serene, and inexplicably blissful she felt. It made no sense, and she kind of felt like she was in one of those gushy girlie flicks. She smiled hoping he hadn’t noticed.
She giggled at the comment about her knowing him soon. As quickly as she did so her voice rang out in her head, ‘did I just giggle?’ She ignored her own rhetorical questions to listen to his strangely beautiful voice. The sheer sound of it made her feel all…tingly. Apart from the sudden swooning she wanted to kick herself. He was just a guy right?
‘Jake’s group’, the words were bitter sweet. She knew her brother couldn’t say things like ‘some stranger, or you barely know this guy’. But, he was part of that world. That made her hesitant. The knowledge of this was based purely on a guess. She decided to test her theory. “I’m Rachel,” she said holding out a delicate hand. Why did he have to be her brothers friend, a possible other worldly creature. He never would have been her type, but he seemed to have a glow to him. Something that made his features sing to her. Like a melody sounding in every breath she made.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 19, 2008 22:01:37 GMT -5
Paul watched Rachel carefully, his eyes gently caressing her features as he strove to make sure that he didn’t inadvertently upset her by his presence, or by his lack of dainty verbal skills. As such, he noticed every flicker of her own gaze and he felt oddly self-conscious as he noticed her taking him in. No doubt she was just storing his appearance in her mind so that she would recognise him later if she happened to see him on the street. His heart sank a little, he didn’t want her to happen to bump into him on the street - he wanted her to be out with him. Her presence seemed to be compulsive. His mouth stretched into a grin as he heard her giggle. It sounded like a set of sweet bells peeling off a chorus just for him and he was suddenly desperate to hear it again - he wouldn’t stand for her being sad. If anyone made her upset he would make them pay.
He simply looked at her hand for a fraction of a second, admiring the human grace with which it moved, the delicate angles of its composition. And then he shook himself. This was ridiculous! It reminded him of Sam and Emily, which more or less made him sick and… His thoughts suddenly steamrollered to a halt. Had he imprinted? His smile grew a little and he took her hand gently in his own large, hot one. Unfortunately he wasn’t bright enough to see through her intricate plan. He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Paul,” his voice was a little gruff, unpractised in gentle talk with girls. He decided to drop the act entirely - he felt he could be natural with her for some reason. Probably the whole imprinting thing. “The pipsqueak not mention me?”
He watched for Rachel’s response with an anxious eagerness - it felt like his heart had just grown about ten times bigger.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
Posts: 59
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Post by Rachel Black on Dec 19, 2008 22:54:19 GMT -5
It felt as though she had stuck her hand in a heated blanket. ‘Werewolf confirmed‘, she thought. Although some part of her wanted to get up now and walk away, she couldn’t. It was like 95% of her body was stuck there in the sand, at that moment. Frozen. The left over 5% was slowly dissolving. She wanted to slap herself. It wasn’t like her to go all gooey over some guy, in this case her brothers own friend. She slowly took her hand away. Blush upon her cheeks appearing unwelcome.
Rachel laughed, “Guess you weren’t worth mentioning,” she said matching his grin with one of her own. What she really wanted to say was ‘hey random guy I don’t know why but I kind of wish I didn’t take my hand away,’ the thought made her laugh aloud. How corny. She had become a star stuck teenager over a no name celebrity. ‘Oh my goodness, am I like some kind of werewolf groupie?’ she asked herself the question. But she already knew the answer to all her strange questions would not come from her. She had no idea why she felt so odd. Why her brain was betraying her.
“I’m sorry,” she laughed, “I feel really…weird.” she admitted. Her facial expression was of pure confusion. She felt lost, but whole, strange but completely normal.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 20, 2008 23:03:22 GMT -5
Paul’s hand remained in place a split second after Rachel took hers away. It was like he could still feel the impression that she made in the air, but he didn’t allow himself to dwell on it - he definitely knew that was mushy crap. He closed his hand and bunched it at his side, wrinkling his nose at Rachel’s response that he wasn’t worth mentioning. Thankfully even he could sense the jest in her voice, otherwise there may have been some dangerous shudders rippling down his spine just then. As it was, his face split into a grin and he laughed his own breathy version of her delightful laughter. He tilted his head a little as her laughter intensified at seemingly nothing, his eyebrow raising in question.
“Maybe he was trying to protect me from his crazy sister,” he commented, trying to mould his gruff voice into something resembling irony. He looked directly at her as she admitted feeling weird, his heart rate rising slightly. Could it be she felt the same? Did all imprintees automatically love their imprinter back? Could it be that perfect? His toothy grin fell into a small, serene one - one that his pack brothers had never seen him use before. It would be one that was only for Rachel Black.
“I feel the same,” he told her, his voice a mumble over the rain - he would never usually be caught dead saying something like that. This being Rachel, it made it easier, but it was still difficult for the gruff young man to say this kind of thing. He looked up, allowing the cold rain to run on to his face and suddenly turned back to Rachel. “You must be freezing!”
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Dec 21, 2008 19:24:19 GMT -5
Rachel was pleased with her self for not giving in to the odd sensation that was entombing her. She had her cheek against her knee, an attempt to keep the warmth inward, shielding her black top from the slowly falling rain, it was beginning to pick up. She barely noticed, even though her toes were a little cold, and her arms were beginning to develop goose bumps. Her mouth fell open at the accusation of mental instability. But she recovered rather quickly, “Aw is the big bad wolf afraid of wittle ol’ Wachel?” she asked giggling softly after her rebuttal.
‘He did?’ she asked herself in pure wonderment. ‘Must be the weather,’ just than she realized that she was beginning to drip. Allowing the focus of her eyes to join at the tip of her nose she stared cross eyed at the drops of water trickling down her face. Rachel rubbed her arms, wondering why she really hadn’t noticed her surroundings moments before. She couldn’t remember when the drizzle had turned into rain.
Rachel sighed, “just a tad, I didn’t drive here,” she said suddenly conscious of the fact. She reached out next to her, grasping the flip flops and placing them on her sandy feet. No one was home, that was the reason she had come to the beach in the first place. It seemed recently no one was ever home. A part of her wanted to ask if he would care to join her on her cold trek home, but she wouldn’t dare.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
Posts: 50
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 22, 2008 18:19:53 GMT -5
A throaty laugh emerged from Paul’s himself at Rachel’s retort to him calling her crazy. It was refreshing to come across someone that would give him some kind of back chat - people didn’t realise that often Paul’s mean sarcasm was all about searching out banter. He just wasn’t very good at it. He tended to push the wrong buttons, use too aggressive a tone or otherwise just push it too far. He was very good at alienating people with his misunderstood humour. With Rachel, though, he felt that he could just let it out without worrying. He could see that she was a strong woman, she could take it, and anything that she couldn’t take he would protect her from. He glowered at her, his eye twinkling in a mocking way.
“I don’t know - you’d have to ask your brother about that. ’Cause if he’s the one that doesn’t think we can handle you then - phew - what have you been doing to him?”
He fell silent, waiting for her response to his owning up of having the same weird feelings. She didn’t say anything, but he watched her face so closely that he could see every muscle that moved. He only wished he could read her mind like that bloodsucker of Edward’s. His eyes followed the water that dripped over her face, intensifying her natural beauty in its element. He shrugged off his light jacket, it wasn’t much - a light material, of which he usually wore the sleeves rolled up, but it was large enough to drown the Black girl in his warmth. He held it out to her, lacking the social expertise to gently put it around her shoulders.
“I’d offer to run you, but I don’t have car,” he really could ’run’ her, but that would bring up all sorts of problems. His voice took on a hopeful tone. “I can walk you though?”
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
Posts: 59
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Post by Rachel Black on Dec 22, 2008 22:11:46 GMT -5
Rachel smiled at his laughter. He didn’t seem the type to be offended too easily, although she could believe he didn’t care what most people had to say in the first place. She bit her bottom lip as her straight dark brown hair began to cling to her face and shoulders, soaked by the cool rain drops. The twinkling in his eye caught her attention for a moment and she forced herself to look away. With one hand she ran her fingers through her wet hair pulling the stray strands out of her face.
She laughed at his witty remark; it was the most she had laughed in weeks. Aside from the rain, she was actually having a good time. With the ends of her billowy skirt she brushed away the sand from the top of her feet. Rachel leaned over, lowering her voice to a mere whisper, “I bite,” she winked. She couldn’t hold in the giggle that escaped her lips. Although his appearance could easily be considered menacing to any normal person, his tall muscular frame though rather appealing didn’t scare her one bit. And, she wanted to make sure he was aware of that.
Her grin faded into a delicate smile, as she took the warm lightweight jacket from him. It was pretty large on her thin frame, she slipped her arms into the sleeves. It held his warmth like a stove held the heat from the electricity running through it. “Thank you,” she said a bit surprised. The tattooed bad ass had manners. What more could a girl ask for? She picked herself up off the moist sand and brushed the grains onto her skirt.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 23, 2008 16:47:43 GMT -5
Paul tilted his head a little in a half-questioning, half-challenging manner, enjoying their little contest of wit. However, as he inhaled in the close space his mind reeled with a new sensation. Her scent. The sheeting rain had hidden most of its deliciousness, but in such close proximity he almost felt drugged by her presence. It was amazing. But at the same time, Paul really hoped that the effect would lessen slightly. If he was to spend the rest of his life with her - which he would - then he wanted to be able to function properly when in the same room as her. His dark eyes flicked to her face as she told him that she bit and he smirked at her.
“I knew the bite had to go to someone in the family,” he raised his eyebrow at her, baiting her once more. “It certainly didn’t go to the wolf of the family.”
His eyes watched her carefully as she took his jacket and shrugged into it. He knew that was uncharacteristically nice and considerate of him and he didn’t really know where to go from there. It seemed to make her happy, though, which made happy - didn’t help with the awkwardness though. He shrugged a little at her thanks and stood up as she did. He glanced at her and began to stride across the sand, his long legs quickly eating up the distance even though he was in human form. He turned his head again to look at her and purposely slowed his pace, finding that he wasn’t frustrated at her slow pace - he usually got frustrated at people slowing him down, but not her, apparently. His black t-shirt was quickly saturated with water and clung to his form, though he barely noticed it, he was far too caught up in Rachel.
“Are you just going back to Billy’s?” he asked, his voice rumbling out of his chest as he begrudgingly prepared to take her somewhere that he couldn’t follow without her permission.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Dec 24, 2008 2:15:26 GMT -5
Rachel laughed at his comment. It was a joke wasn’t it? She couldn’t figure out what it was about him that was making her brain do somersaults. But, she was beginning to wonder if she was getting sick. Even though countless hours of anatomy and physiology had practically confirmed you couldn’t possibly come down with the flu in minutes or hours.
She looked up and he was already feet away. She walked rather quickly to break the gap. She refused to follow behind any man, and therefore tried her hardest not to jog to catch up with him. Little did she know the future would need a little more give and quite a bit less take. “Are you walking with me or running away?” she smiled now at his side. “Knew you couldn’t handle a real woman.” she laughed taking a few steps in front of him which proved a little difficult. She was now looking back at him as he was now across from her. She took a few steps backwards, trying to maintain his pace. She was grateful it had slowed quite a bit. Other wise he may have run her over.
She nodded. “How old are you anyway?” she asked a little more serious now. He looked old enough to be a candidate for a positive distraction from Jacob and her father’s worries. Now that he was standing she had to look up to meet his face, but she didn’t mind the view from where she stood. The rain had plastered his t-shirt to his chiseled frame. Now that was kind of intimidating. She giggled. Positive distraction indeed. She swept the idea from her head, all she needed was a friend. But his raw potential for something more was obvious.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 26, 2008 21:35:34 GMT -5
Paul’s smirk grew as Rachel laughed at the baited joke that he had thrown out to her. That was pretty much the decider, either she would laugh along with him or get offended. He was glad that she had laughed, having not one fibre of his being that wanted to see her hurt, and continued to walk, not being able to believe his luck in finding her. He stopped, abruptly, as she spoke again, having not realised just how much space his long stride was eating up. When he started to walk again, it was at a much more sensible pace. He looked down at her from his abnormal height and smiled, this time slightly more gently, though you couldn’t say that it was apologetic.
“I can handle all the woman you choose to throw at me,” he said untactfully. Of course he knew that was not the kind of phrase to say to a lady, but by the time his brain had caught up with that fact, it was already out of his mouth with time to spare and he wasn’t the kind of guy to eat his words. He watched her with a bemused expression on his face as he saw her try to prove that she could be better than him by walking ahead of his slightly less mad speed. He breathed a laugh, almost similar to the gasps that laughs became in wolf form - like she needed to prove that she was better than him. She was perfect and he was Paul.
“Nineteen,” he told her, typically not expanding any further on the answer. He paused for a moment and blatantly looked her up and down. “The way Jake talks about his big sisters, I would have thought you’d be older. How old are you?”
He stared back at her, pushing his large hands into his jeans pockets, having none of the etiquette to conduct himself properly in such a situation. He frowned, suddenly, looking confused, something clearly crossing his brain, and pulled one hand out of his jeans. He began to wave it rather emphatically.
“Oh! I didn’t mean - I meant - uhh… You look good,” he ended on a gruff note, scowling at his inability to have a decent conversation with a woman that wasn’t lupine.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Dec 26, 2008 23:53:51 GMT -5
Rachel smiled more widely now at his response to handling anything she could throw at him. She wasn’t the most experienced dater so to speak, both of the boyfriends she once had only lasted a few months. And, that was because they bored her, too much sensitivity made you a friend not eligible for anything past second base, if they luckily made it that far. She giggled and bit her lip as she sized him up playfully and rather obviously. “Hm, we’ll see about that tough guy,” she chided as she raised one eyebrow.
The rain had slowed slightly, but it was pretty obvious it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. The clouds floating heavily above them were darks grays dissolving to light gray. Rachel’s already fitting black tank top was now molded to her body, the coat not so much, and the long loose skirt stuck to her legs as she walked. All of which she was paying no attention to. Her brown hair with its blonde highlights clung her skin. She already looked like she had stepped out of a bathtub.
“Awww you’re a baby,” she cooed in a baby tone. She watched his eyes as they took her in, it was a bit intimidating and she had to admit that was a turn on. “I am older,” she continued, “I’m twenty-one.” She smiled, and laughed as he mad a face, she could only imagine it was because of the way he asked the question. She slowed her pace to return to his side. “No hard feelings, your not too bad yourself,” she smiled tilting her head slightly to look up at him from beside him.
“So how you gonna prove yourself young buck?” she laughed, and shook her hand much like he had. “Just joking.” She had to admit she was surprised he was still able to keep up with her. And that fact that he hadn’t taken her jokes to be indirect stabs made her even more comfortable around him. If that was even possible. He had already passed the test of sensitivity, and she was almost positive he would know when she actually was being seriously unpleasant.
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