Forbidden ~Paul LaHote~

Name: Megan Childress

Looks: Black, Brown and red hair

Age: 18

Personality: Loud out going temperamental caring

Race: Protector (Guardian angel like kind of)

Background: Doesn’t have a family came to Forks because she’s the La Push boys protector.

Megan

            I let out a sigh as I watched Paul wrestle around with Jacob. Next thing I know all the guys but Sam had jumped in. You see Jacob was teasing Paul about his imprint, which I've yet to figure out who it is. Paul got mad and tackled Jacob now all the guys are on the ground wrestling around, where grunts and "Oww hey not fairs," can be heard.

            As soon as I moved though they all stopped and looked. Smirking at them and with a simple movement of my hand using my powers I drenched everyone with water from the pond. At their startled wide eyed looks I could not help the laughter that escaped my mouth as I watched them all scramble to thier feet. I was laughing so hard that I was doubled over and my sides was hurting.

            "That was so not funny," Paul said ringing his shirt out only to have me drench him once more with water. The look on his face was priceless.

            "Oh I think it is," I said standing up straight and smiling at him.

            Paul said getting in my face. I felt something inside of me snap then. I hated it when people get in my face exspecailly when it's Paul and his big ass attitude.........that well kind of resembles mine.

            "Get. Out. Of. My. Face. Now. Paul." I said through gritted teeth staring at him. I could feel the fire form in my hand as I glared at Paul. He just stared at me angry then it faded and his facial features changed. Soften as he looked at me and he held a kind of sad expression. He then let out a sigh as he said, "Megan, why do you hate me?"

            I was taken back as I felt his hand touch my cheek for a second and he had that same sad expression. I can feel the fire die and my stomach churn as I looked at him. I wanted to tell him he was wrong that I didn't hate him. That in truth I love him. I just hate the way he makes me feel so defensless and willing to give up everything that. I'm even willing to sacrifice myself so he'll be happy. That I'm slowly dieing inside because he does not love me and he found his imprint already.

            "I don't hate you Paul," I said pulling away from his hand. "I'm just a bitch.....Sorry........I gotta go." I could see his startled look as I walked away. I could hear the guys asking me were I was going. But I didn't stop. I didn't want to be here at the moment I didn't want to tortue myself with what I couldn't have. I kept walking, I need to get as far away from Paul as possible before I do something I shouldn't be hear. I need to get reassigned before I get in trouble but I already tried that. I even begged Sam to let me get reassigned but he only shook his head saying everything will work out. I tried to tell him how dangerous it is and what I'm doing is wriong but he never listened. I let out a sigh as I walked into my house. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt you to your very core because even if they loved you back by some chance, you still couldn't be with them. You see I am a protector over all else. I and many others tokk an oathe to protect the ones we are assighed to. I was assigned to the pack of werewolves in La Push and I and the others only have to follow two simple rules: