From Princess To Imprint

The Un- P-Diddy Awakening

Alex's POV

When I woke up, I most certainly did not feel like P Diddy. My head was throbbing, and I had the biggest headache in the history of all headaches.

I searched my pounding head for any recollection of how I had ended up in this position, and I realized what had happened instantly. Me, being the coordinated person I was, ended up tripping while I was out looking for Jacob. Then I fell... And I got knocked out.

Yet... Where was I now? I felt too comfortable to be on the forest floor.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to get my vision to adjust. Once my sight was steady, I realized that I was in a car.

Wait... A car? That wasn't right.

"Ah... You're awake," A velvet-like voice said. "How are you feeling?"

"Me? Oh, nothing really. I feel like someone ran me over, threw me off a cliff, and ran me over again," I answered, rubbing my head. "But, other than that, I'm peachy."

When I realized who the velvety voice belonged to, my eyes went huge and I jumped in the passenger seat.

"Wait, you aren't my family," I said, blinking. "You're that Edwart guy. Edwin... Edwardo... Um..."

He chuckled. "Forgive me. We haven't exactly formally met, now, have we?" He took my limp hand and kissed it gently. His golden eyes never left me, although he was supposed to be watching the road. "My name is Edward Cullen."

"Edward. Right," I muttered, trying to ignore the fact that my skin was tingling from where his lips had touched it. "And why am I in your car?"

"I found you in the forest," He replied.

"And why were you in the forest?" I inquired.

"Exploring," He decided, and I lapsed into silence. I was sort of paranoid that he'd be some psycho who'd freak out and try to rape me. I mean, dude! You don't just pick up a random person off the forest floor, no matter how pretty they might be.

"What are you thinking?" Edward asked, his golden eyes studying me as if he was honestly confused.

"Right now? I'm thinking about how insane it is that I'm in your car," I answered honestly. "And I'm also wondering if you're some sort of pedophile. I mean, you randomly placed me into your car... Oh, and I'm thinking about llamas, too. Llamas are cool."

I guessed that he thought I was insane.

"Well, rest assured, I'm not a pedophile," Edward assured, laughing quietly. "I suppose me picking you up and placing you in my car was a bit too much... But I couldn't ignore a damsel in distress."

"Well, then... Thank you for rescuing me, kind sir," I said, batting my lashes and using an English accent. He laughed again. "Now... Can you take me back home? My brother's probably worried."