Sam Uley's Sister

16. Heartbeat

~Lexi's P.O.V~
Over the next few days, everything had been quiet. We hadn't heard from those vampires that had crossed the border and there had been no death reports on the news. Emily had healed enough to walk around and even change her bandages, herself.
But when I'd called Bella and had gone to visit her, everything wasn't fine. She was covered in bruises, cracked some ribs, broken her leg. But the most worrisome injury was the crescent shaped mark on her right wrist. "What is that?" I had asked her. She looked away. "I fell." She lied pathetically. But it didn't matter, we both knew what it was. Only she didn't know that I knew what it was. She'd been bitten. But she hadn't turned. I didn't know what had happened and I wasn't keen on finding out.
The rest of the pack had seen her in my mind, and our conversation. And the mark. They all knew what it was too. But she hasn't turned. But we couldn't have done anything about it. More recently, I hadn't felt safe in Forks anymore. The more we had attended the councils in La Push about our "transformation," the more we learned about what they were and how dangerous they could become.
But we learned more about ourselves too. And how we could become stronger and faster than them. But only through extreme training. And so that was what we did. When we weren't in school, we were training. So far, I was the fastest and most attentive learner. Sam was the strongest and the official Alpha pack leader. That was something I could have fought him for, considering we turned around the same time, only a few months difference and had the same bloodline, but I didn't want that responsibility. Especially not now. Sam had graduated high school so now he could spend more time looking out for the cold ones and other enemies that threatened our territory.
Now, I sat on my bed, staring out the window, bored and waiting for Blake to get here. Finally, after what had felt like an eternity, the doorbell rang, and I gracefully leaped off my bed and down the stairs opening the door to see him smiling down at me. "What's with the grin?" I asked, struggling not to smile myself. He grabbed my hand gently and pulled me with him and we ran down the dusty trail surrounding our house. "We're going to the cliffs." He told me. I looked at him strangely, but nonetheless, kept running.
    Soon enough, we reached the edge and we scrambled up to the top together. We were on the same cliff that people usually used for cliff diving. But instead of people on the cliff, there was a basket sitting on top of a blanket.
   "Come on." I laughed as he pulled me down next to him on the blanket. "You did this?" I asked opening the basket full of sandwhiches, chips, and slices of cheesecake. "Yup. Only had slight difficulties coming up the cliffs, including my knees and rocks." He said and I noticed the ripped part in his jeans on his knee. I smiled. "Well I appreciated the effort. And the cheesecake, which is my favorite." I commented picking up a sandwich. "Me too." He said handing me a can of coke.
   "Thanks. For all this." I took a bite of the sandwich. "Anything for you." He said looking into my eyes. I blushed and looked down. For the next hour, we laughed and joked and talked. And I'd felt the pull. That invisible tether that a wolf feels to their imprint. We looked into each other's eyes for a while before he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back eagerly and he grabbed my waist gently as my hands tangled in his hair. Then, we broke apart. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked smiling.
   I rolled my eyes. "Duh." And I reached up and kissed him again. After a while, we grabbed the basket and walked back to my house hand-in-hand. When I opened the door I started coughing as my lungs started constricting from breathing in smoke. "What. The. Fucking. Shit." I growled angrily pulling Blake behind me as we went inside. My first sight when I walked in was Paul, wearing a burned apron, dark hair singed, and fanning the stove with an oven mitt. Jared was casually sitting on our worn, beaten down old couch, ignoring all of this as if it was A day in the life of Paul Lahote's idiotic cooking show. Fuck me.
I grabbed the burned pan from the stove, ignoring as it burned my hands, and threw it into the sink and turning the water on it. Then, I angrily snatched the mitt from Paul's hand as he looked at me, genuine fear in his eyes.
"Why?!" I screeched at him. "I-I was just watching a cooking show and I thought-" I held up a hand putting a stop to his pathetic stuttering and I breathed in and out very slowly. "No. You weren't thinking," I started, my voice low and dangerous. "Because if you were," I continued slowly approaching him as he backed away from me. "You wouldn't have tried to burn down my whole fucking house," He gulped as he backed into the wall. I kept approaching as he huddled into the wall, bracing himself. "Next time you do this, I cut out your organs, feed them to you, then strangle you with your own intestines. Understand?" I asked cocking my head to the right, threateningly. He nodded as he looked desperately to Jared who paid us no attention and was instead texting someone.
"Very well then," I commented backing away from him as he sighed in relief. Blake had been standing by the doorway this whole time, watching in amusement as I threatened Paul. I grabbed his hand and we started towards to the stairs and I snapped at Paul. "Oh and clean this up."
I only saw him hang his head before we reached the top and Blake swept me in his arms and pressed his lips against mine. His lips moved against mine, passionately and I pulled him closer to me, backing up towards my bedroom, not breaking apart.
I felt him pull away from me and I started to lead him to the bed. "Wait. Have you..?" He asked hesitantly. I shook my head. "No, but I want to. With you. Have you?" I asked looking up at him. Avoiding my glance, he nodded. "Once. I was 16, drunk and stupid, and I don't even remember it." I smiled. "I don't care." I told him. Reaching up to kiss him again.
He broke apart again, looking confused. "Don't you want your first time to be special?" I grinned again. "It's not the time or the place. It's the person. You're the one who will make it special." "Damn." Now it was his turn to smile. "One hell of a first date." I slapped his arm and started to mumble something incoherent as he tilted my face up and reconnected our lips, tender and lovingly and he lifted me up into his arms and toward the bed. And, well, you know the rest.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. But one thing led to another and I couldn't stop. I didn't mean to. God dammit it was the first date. I didn't plan this at all. Literally the only thing I planned for this chapter was their first kiss and now... Well, you know, as good a time as any, I guess. Okay bye.
Kisses,
Nightshadow456