He's Different

Chapter Twenty-five

I let out an exhausted sigh, as I picked up the remains of the broken bed off the ground. Last night, Paul had completely taken me, which left legs, and even arms extremely sore. I tossed the fluff and wood into a nearby bin, and I quickly moved out of the room and towards Paul.

When he saw me, he gave me a loving smile, and enveloped me in a soft warm hug. I smiled as I buried my face in his chest, which he replied with a grunt. I moved away and looked into his deep brown eyes, and they silently twinkled back at me. I could stare into them all day, and never get sick of it.

He was the first to break the silence, "Take a picture, love. It'll last longer." He winked, moving his arms from my shoulders down to my hips. I raised a cocky eyebrow, a small smirk forming on my face.

Before we could progress anymore, my phone beeped. I pulled away from Paul, and glided over to where the sound was coming from. I lifted it off the kitchen counter, and stared at the reminder.

I let out an annoyed groan, catching the full attention of Paul, "What's wrong?" He asked simply, sinking his canines into an apple.

"Today. We have to leave today." I grumbled, and he stopped eating. Paul then too, let out an annoyed groan as he stood up from his place on the kitchen chair.

"Damn it, we haven't even gotten to the fun parts yet." He eyed me when he said this, a disappointed, yet smug grin coated his face.

I rolled my eyes, setting my phone back down and headed over towards the bedroom. It was only 10:00am, but we had to leave at 1:00pm, so I wanted to be prepared. I glanced over my shoulder at Paul, staring into his eyes; he seemed to know what I was asking him and he reluctantly nodded, and stood up to go work on the bathroom.

I smiled softly to myself, as I entered the now slightly cleaned bedroom. I thought about last night, it kept coming back to my head. The way he touched me was so much different, the way he looked, and the way he spoke. It was all different from our last few times sleeping together, it wasn't a bad different, it was just an odd one. Almost like he was looking, or wanting something more from me, but what?

I lifted up a piece of lingerie, when I felt a sudden wave of nausea. I hunched over, and quickly placed my hands on my knees. Paul immediately seemed to know, and he came running in.

"What happened, baby?" His voice intertwined with the claws of worry. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he was biting his lip.

I looked up to meet his gaze, but I couldn't bring myself to talk. I just shook my head no, and he automatically swept me off my feet, and carried me out of the bedroom and into the living room, where a couch was placed.

He gently set me down, stroking my head gently as he picked up his own phone, dialing Emily. Paul put the phone up to his ear, and began to explain what happened to I assume, Emily. He kept stealing glances at me, making sure I was okay, before he began to grit his teeth.

Black dots started crowding my vision, and before I could call out to Paul, I passed out.

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My eyes fluttered gently, and immediately when the light hit my eyes, a strong throbbing pain filled my head. I groaned, and placed my hand on my head to try to stabilize the pain. As I tried to sooth the pain, someone entered the room, it wasn't Paul or Emily.

It was a cold, and dark presence. The familiar voice soon came to my ears, and I tried to open my eyes. As I managed to only squint my left eye, I could only see the blonde hair. It was Carlisle. Soon, some others came in, they had the small aura as the doctor. One had dirty blonde hair, and he had his arms crossed over his chest. The other didn't have long hair, her hair was darker, and she was quite small. The only two that came to my mind were Jasper and Alice.

I smiled, but my smile soon faded when Carlisle spoke, "He's dead." Was all he said, before collapsing onto the ground.

"W-who is?" I stuttered, and the female spoke.

"Your imprint, Summer. He died..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Is this true? Why and how? How could he die? Surely not, that's not possible. He wouldn't leave me like that.

The other male spoke, his voice cracking in the process, "You murderer." His voice seemed to echo, and I felt like I could feel the chills running down my spine, but none came. Just an empty void of loneliness, I opened my eyes fully to look down at my shaking hands.

Blood.

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My eyes sprung open, and I bolted out of bed. Cold sweat ran down the side of my face, just as the searing pain began. The pain was located in my head also, and I growled, leaning back down onto the pillow.

"It was just a dream." I mumbled softly, closing my eyes once more, trying to re-welcome the dream world; but it did not come. It refused my offer, leaving me sitting alone, wondering where I was.

I was soon interrupted by someone I knew quite well. Paul. He smiled when he saw that my eyes were open, "How are you feeling?" He said softly, stroking my head affectionately.

"I'm okay, just my head." I said simply, and he nodded in return. He sat there for a second, his thoughts clouded his mind, and he decided to break the awkward silence.

"Do you remember anything?" Paul said, his voice slightly more intense. I pursed my lips at this, but decided not to think about it too much.

"No, what happened?" I asked, and a distant look came to his face. He stared at me for a few seconds, but began to explain what had happened.

"You passed out. You've been out for two days, Summer. I- I thought you were going to die." His voice cracked, and a single tear rolled down his face.

"Why would you think that?" I mumbled softly, reaching up to the touch his face. I cupped his cheek, and he gently leaned into it. His eyes scanned my own, and for once, I felt like he was distant. He seemed so far away, even though he was right next to me, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"You're pregnant."