Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

The vibrations from Bella’s phone cut the quiet tension immediately. Edward and Felix both relax from their fighting stance and look over as if to say ‘Really? Right now?’ The buzzing stops and immediately starts again with a new call. Your name flashes across the screen and a sense of impending doom fills Bella. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

“She’s just going to keep calling.” Bella glances nervously between Edward and Aro. Edward sighs knowing this is going to open a whole new can of worms. The vibrations stop momentarily before starting again. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

Bella tenses like she’s bracing for impact when she flicks her phone open. “Hey,” she tries to say casually but it comes more across as unsure.

There wasn’t a greeting back, just a light, “Are you busy right now?” Bella knows that tone and the hairs raise on the back of her neck. She’s been caught.

“Uh… Out with… Jake.” Bella stutters out. Stupid, she should’ve said someone you aren't also friends with. She couldn’t’ve said Angela?

“Oh really? Perfect, can you ask him to come back with you tonight? I need him to look at my car.” You’re still using that tone. Bella can see the look on your face, the pinched smile, the anger in your eyes, you leaning against the counter with your arms crossed. Like a cat that cornered a mouse, playing with it before tearing it to shreds.

“Oh… I wasn’t planning on being back tonight.” Bella closes her eyes and waits for the hammer. “Because you’re in Italy right?” There it is. Bella sighs, mildly embarrassed her older sister about to start reaming her and everyone can overhear. Bella wonders how long it took Jacob to rat her out.

“Before you start-” Bella tries to explain herself but you cut her off.

“Do not ‘Before you start’ me, Isabella Marie Swan. You are not the one that woke up with twenty missed calls from Charlie. Have you lost your goddamn mind?” Your voice raises slightly over the phone and Bella knows your control over your temper is slipping.

“I can explain.” She tries again, weaker this time. “Wait. You weren’t home last night?”

“We aren’t discussing me right now. We are discussing the fact that you are pulling the same bullshit you did six months ago, so you better fucking start explaining and have a damn good reason. You don’t even have a passport, Isabella.” Bella didn’t think about that when Alice said she had everything taken care of already.

“Alice ca-” There was a loud exhale from the other line. “-me and said Edward was in trouble.”

“Put him on the phone right now.” You demand, your voice hardening with your rising anger.

Edward winces as he takes the phone from Bella. “Y/N.” He greets casually.

You don’t greet him back. “I swear on your dead mother’s grave if my little sister isn’t returned home without a hair out of place by tomorrow evening, I will tear you apart limb from limb before putting your head on a pike to use as a mailbox. Are we clear?” You growl over the phone.

“Crystal.” His mouth twitches knowing you’re completely serious too.

“Put Alice on the phone.” Edward holds the phone out for Alice to take.

“Y/N.” Alice greets a little nervously. You’re always a wild card for her, something about you causing her visions to go wrong.

You lay into her seeing red. “You ignored Bella for months but as soon as you or your family has a problem you decide you can just waltz back in like nothing happened? Dragging her to another country to help someone that left her in the woods? Did you know she was catatonic for months while you ignored her emails? Do not think I’ve forgotten about the last time she went on a trip with your family and ended up in the hospital either. Unbelievably selfish. Were you thinking at all? And you call yourself her friend? Put my sister back on the phone.”

“Please don’t tell Charlie.” Was the first thing Bella said. She doesn’t know how Alice got her a passport but she has a feeling it was through less than legal means which she can’t explain to her dad, the sheriff. “Don’t tell Charlie?” You scoff, “Isabella, he’s not the one you should be worried about. Get your ass back to Forks before I come drag you back myself.” You hang up not waiting for Bella’s reply. There’s nothing else to say.

 Aro hums as Bella stuffs her phone back into her pocket, face red. “Do tell us more about the elder Swan.” She stands up straighter at that, panic spreading like ice through her veins.

“Y/N doesn’t know anything. I haven’t told her anything about vampires.” Bella promises, she hasn’t told you anything about vampires or werewolves. You’re completely in the dark. Safe.

“Ah but you can’t be sure. Edward has expressed many thoughts of frustration not being able to read her. Or you for the matter.” Aro counters lightly, a smug smile stretching across his face. “She does pose a danger to the secrecy of our kind does she not?”

“What if she’s turned too?” Bella tries bargaining for your life desperately. Aro thinks for a moment, weighing the possibilities. If Bella could be a potential shield then it shouldn't be impossible for her family member to have a similar gift. An unattached sister more willing to join their ranks and could possibly entice Bella to follow. Edward frowns at Aro’s train of thought.

“We should take care of the loose ends now before they cause more problems.” Caius hisses from his throne, his hands tightening around the head of the armrests.

“Wait! I’ve seen it. Bella becomes one of us, I’ve seen her transformed in visions.” Alice interjects quickly. She tears her glove from her hand, offering it to Aro desperately. “And what of the elder Swan?” He lets Alice’s hand fall from his own, wondering about all the gifted additions he could have for his coven.

“I only see false visions about her but I’ll change them both myself if I need to.” Alice vows hoping that it would be enough. 

“To see the things you have seen before they have even happened? How incredible. You can see lovely Isabella but not her sister? Perhaps she should be examined before being disposed of after all. Alright. Demitri. Return to Forks and collect the elder Swan.” Aro claps his hands and grins excitedly, his mind racing with all the possibilities. Edwards jaw clicks hearing his thoughts but doesn’t comment on them. “It would do well if you inform her of Demitri’s arrival so she can make adequate departure plans. I don’t think I need to remind you to advise her of our secrecy should she need an explanation for leaving. Felix will show you to a room you can rest in until Demitri returns.”

~

Bella’s been pacing back and forth since they entered the room Felix escorted them to. Alice and Edward lounge on the plush velvet couches near some windows covered with thick curtains. Felix stands inside the room next to the door but lacks the rigidness he held in the throne room. He just casually leans against the wall flipping through a book. Bella doesn’t pay enough mind to know if he’s actually reading it or not.

“Bella, it's been twelve hours, I don’t think she’s still that angry.” Alice tries gently to calm the anxiety plaguing Bella. She saw how the phone call goes when Bella decided she’d tell her before Demitri got there. The only problem is all of Alice’s visions unfold and end differently than what she saw if you’re in them. So chances are the phone call goes well, there’s no reason for them to suddenly start being accurate now.

“You don’t know that for sure.” Bella groans, hiding her face in between her hands. “Where do I even start? Surprise, I’m dating a vampire.” She shakes her head and mutters to herself, “I’m never beating the crazy allegations.”

“I’m sure she’ll come around and believe you when Demitri collects her.” Felix adds unhelpfully not bothering to look up from his book. Bella groans again and pulls out her phone. She wished Jasper was here to get her through this confidently.

There were only a few rings before a tired, “Hey.”

“Hi,” Bella says softly, and hesitates, “Are you gonna yell at me again?”

There were a few tired chuckles over the phone. “No, probably not until you get back.”

“I would be surprised if you didn’t.” Bella cracks a smile, “You’ve always been the parent of the family.”

“Someone's gotta. Please tell me you’re on your way home. Charlie’s driving me up a wall. I’m pretty sure he’s putting bars over our windows. Total house arrest. Wouldn’t surprise me if he just moves us into the station’s double cell.” You groan, sounding annoyed just thinking about it. Bella feels bad you’re dealing with the fallout for her but grateful at the same time.

“No, not yet. I… need to tell you some things. It’s going to sound crazy but just hear me out.” Bella swallows and rocks from the balls of her feet back to her heels trying to burn off some of the anxiety building. There’s a few seconds of silence before you respond. “Okay?” You don’t sound impressed and the apprehension thick in your voice.

“EdwardisavampireandsoaretherestoftheCullens.” Bella word vomits at you, not pausing between words. Bella sighs, almost relieved but the pause, this one even longer than the first, from you immediately kills any relief she momentarily felt.

“Thats what the edgelord is calling himself these days?” You finally respond dryly, unimpressed.

“I’m serious.” Bella rolls her eyes, she knew you wouldn’t take this seriously. 

There’s a heavy sigh from the other line. “Okay, why are you telling me this?” You sound almost inconvenienced that Bella’s telling you this. 

“It’s a long story but Edward thought I was dead and went to the equivalent of the vampire police hoping they would kill him. Alice and I stopped him but they found out I was still alive. Their biggest law is that humans can’t know about vampires. They learned about you from Edward’s thoughts and are suspicious about you knowing too. They sent someone to bring you here. They wanted to kill you but agreed to offer you the same choice as me. Turn or die.” Bella rushes out, leaving out a lot of details. Mainly the one where she offered to die first and how you barely were spared a choice.

Another long, exasperated sigh blew through the speaker. “Do you understand now why I tried so hard to convince you to leave him alone and not get involved with that god forsaken family?” There was a bite to your words laced with disappointment. Bella feels like she’s just been slapped.

Bella’s jaw drops and Felix raises his eyebrows, not even bothering to pretend to feign interest in the book anymore. Alice and Edward blink in surprise, thinking back to all their interactions with you looking for any tell that you would’ve known. “Wait, you knew this whole time?” She’s shocked and a little angry.

“Bella, I've lived in Forks my entire life. Of course I knew.” Bella can feel you rolling over the phone at her. Your patronizing tone doesn’t even register over the building betrayal Bella feels.

“You never said anything.” Bella accuses, scowling. Why didn’t you say something to her?

“Neither did you. Wasn’t any of our business in the first place.” She can hear you shrug over the phone and yeah, your argument is fair. If Bella would’ve minded her own business she wouldn’t be in this mess or in a mess with Victoria. Curiosity does indeed kill the cat.

“I’m sorry.” She sighs, realizing the weight of the mess she’s landed them in. She didn’t want to drag her sister into this.

“So am I. I’m not choosing to turn into one of them.” You tell her flatly and Bella’s jaw drops again.

Felix’s eyebrows raise again, “What? Why not?” Bella asks frantically. How could you not want it?

“Bella, you've seen who I hang around with. I’ll lose my entire social circle. I’ll have to leave Forks and never see Charlie or my friends again. Becoming a vampire will literally ruin my life.” You scoff and Bella knows you're shaking your head. She can picture the deep frown on your face and she hears you exhale loudly through your nose.

Bella’s head rears back like she’s been slapped and stares at her phone for a few seconds. “Wait, you know about… the Rez?” Bella asks vaguely, if you knew about the Cullens there’s no way you didn’t know about the pack. The betrayal is back in full force, you never said anything when Jacob phased and started ignoring Bella. You just kept telling her to give him time to come around and that he’s going through a confusing time. Oh my god, it hits Bella all at once. Deep down, she knows that there’s not much more you could’ve realistically said. ‘Sorry, your new best friend found out he’s historically enemies with your ex-boyfriend and found out it was their presence in the area that caused him to phase in the first place?’ Yeah that would’ve gone over great, Bella thinks.

You sigh, again, “Yes Bella. That’s part of the reason we are getting bars on our windows.” Your patronizing tone is back like you’re talking to a fifth grader and have been waiting for her to catch up.

“What did you do?” Bella asks suspiciously. She wonders what you could’ve done that is near the scale Bella’s at.  

“Heh. About that.” Bella caught the tonal shift and can picture the sly grin on your face. You sound absolutely gleeful.

“Oh my god what did you do?” Bella’s actually a little concerned now. What could you have done that was so bad?

“More like who.” Bella can almost see your shit eating smile clearly as her brain short circuits.

Okay, Bella stands corrected, it was worse than she imagined. “What?” She shrieks, Edward and Alice shake their heads. Of course both Swan sisters are danger magnets.

You sigh deeply and Bella can hear your hair rustling the speaker. “Someone told Charlie I’m sleeping with Jared.” You sound more annoyed than angry and Bella’s jaw drops. She can’t keep up with all the bombs you’ve dropped in this conversation.

“You’re sleeping with Jared?” She asks almost disbelievingly. Jared?!

“And Paul.” You add casually still smirking at Bella hundreds of thousands of miles away. Bella’s eyes almost bug out of her head, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

She temporarily overcomes her shock, the gates opening to her flood of questions. “And Paul?! For how long? Do they know? Wait, of course they both know. And they’re fine with it?” Bella is rapidly blinking trying to make sense of this. Her mind is absolutely reeling.

“Well duh. They take me to Paris all the fucking time.” You laugh at Bella over the phone like that was the stupidest question you’ve ever heard.

The lights are completely off in Bella’s brain. “Oh. My. God.” Her brain is broken. Obliterated. Her sister. Aware. Vampires. Sleeping with not one but two wolves. 

“Yeah someone told Charlie and he freaked out. My bets on Billy or Harry. Fuckin’ snakes. I had to explain what friends with benefits are. It was terrible.” You just continue to take your sledgehammer to Bella’s already mush brain.

“Oh my god.” Bella knew her sister had her own life but she never even fathomed this. How long has this been going on?

“He went through an entire six pack before noon. Harry came and took him out fishing.” You were cackling at her now. Cackling. Bella’s mind is still spinning.

“Are you their…” She starts, wondering how this all works. 

“No.” You cut her off quickly, your jovial tone gone and replaced with something hard and guarded. “We agreed that whenever it happened for them we would stop, no hard feelings. I knew before we started screwing around I never had an actual chance.”

Bella swallows thickly, “That’s…” She doesn’t know what to say.

“Pathetic, I know.” You finish for her, the hard tone drier than before. The vampires in the room all look down and away from watching Bella, uncomfortable at the sudden change in the conversation’s direction.

Hope fills Bella’s chest, maybe you could still be convinced. “If you’re going to lose them eventually then why won’t you become a vampire?”

You sigh, “It’s not just them. I’ll be voluntarily excommunicating myself from everyone.” Bella knows you’re good friends with the older pack members. You even hang out at the Clearwater’s with Charlie on Sunday’s during baseball season.

Bella knows she’s fighting a losing battle. “You still have time to think about it. Demitri should be getting there sometime tomorrow morning.”

“Great. Just enough time to drive my car off the La Push cliffs.” You say dryly and Bella rolls her eyes.

She replies flatly, “That’s not funny.”

You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time. “Wasn’t trying to be. Talk to you later Bells. I’ve… got a lot to think about.” The line goes dead as Bella stands still, mind still reeling from the unexpected turns the phone call took.

~

You hang up the phone feeling empty. Fucking Cullens. Of course they dragged Bella into another mess. When Jared shook you awake this morning and told you Jacob said Bella left with Alice you didn’t want to believe it. Especially when he followed that up with their intended destination. And now you’ve been dragged into this mess. The mess you’ve tried your damnedest to avoid getting involved in.

Fuck you need a cigarette. You don’t even care if Charlie comes home and catches you, there’s not much more you could really do to disappoint him today. You wonder how you’re going to tell Paul and Jared. Logically you know they’ll do everything they can to protect you but you also don’t want them to get on the Vultori’s radar either, especially since they were responsible for wolves being hunted to near extinction. They’d probably wait to ambush him which in the long run probably would end poorly for Bella.

hey, i think we need to talk. You press send in your group chat with Paul and Jared before heading upstairs to get your hidden carton of cigarettes. You leave your phone on the charger wanting to decompress for a moment before having that conversation. You always thought it would be one of them that would have to break it off first, not you.  Just as you’re leaving your room you hear your phone start to buzz but you ignore it thinking it’s one of the boys. You’ll call back in five after your smoke.

~

Alice freezes on the spot, a vision clouding over her consciousness. She sees you smoking a cigarette you think no one knows about by your back door. One moment you're standing alone and the next, Victoria is standing in front of you, startling a jump out of you. She watches as Victoria snaps your neck. Your body slumps down to the wet ground like a sack of potatoes. Victoria peers down at you before stepping over you to wait in the dark house for Charlie and Bella to return.

Alice gasps out of her vision, locking eyes with Edward already dialing Carlisle’s number. “What is it? What did you see?” Bella asks frantically, Edward had just shaken his head at her mid vision as he pulled his phone out.

“Victoria. Something’s about to happen. I just saw her kill Y/N before going inside to wait for you and Charlie. She’s planning on killing you one by one. Call Y/N right now, she needs the guys over there now.” Bella’s never dialed your number so fast in her entire life.

“She’s not answering.” Bella says frantically, pressing the call button again. Edward is already on the phone with Carlisle telling him to call Sam immediately. Bella starts to hyperventilate when the phone goes to voicemail again. She dials Jake’s home phone, praying Billy answers.

“Didn’t you say your visions of her are always false? So there’s a good chance she doesn’t immediately snap your sister’s neck.” Felix adds unhelpfully again, sending Bella into a further panic. No scenario with her sister and Victoria is good.

“Black residence.” She hears Jacob’s deep voice over the line. Relief floods Bella’s veins, the hope of saving her sister renewed.

“Jake! You need to get to my house right now. Y/N’s in danger. Victoria is going to kill her.” Bella almost screams over the phone. She hears Jacob curse before the phone thuds, presumably against the wall, and Bella hears a door in the distance slam open. She faintly hears the fabric tearing off of Jacob’s body as he shifts and then silence. She hangs up and tries your phone again. Please please please, Bella thinks, please be okay.

~

The cigarette makes your head tingle with every drag you take. This was all so fucked up. You should’ve threatened the Cullens from the start to leave you sister alone. Maybe sent her off to Jacksonville. Or boarding school. Now you are losing everything and everyone you care about, no matter what you choose. Either you die and leave everyone behind heartbroken with closure or you disappear and watch grief slowly eat them alive. There’s no good outcome but at least Charlie will have peace of mind. Maybe you can ask the vampire coming to make it look like an accident. Maybe you should just do it yourself before he gets here. 

You think of Jared and Paul wondering how they would react. Surely they’d try to hero you out of it but for how long? How long until their imprints come along and their priorities change? How long can you stay hiding on the Rez before you're found out? You think of the betrayal they’ll feel when they find out your accident wasn’t an accident. You wonder if they’ll respect your choice to die by your own hand rather than someone else’s. There’s a sharp turn in the road on the way to the Cullens house, no cell reception, not frequently used since they left. It would make sense if you’re going out there to look for Bella. You’ll be found eventually and Charlie can have his closure.

A twig snaps in the distance, catching your attention and bringing you out of your depressing thoughts. There’s a red headed woman standing at the treeline looking at you and you instantly know it’s the same redhead the boys have been hunting. You raise your hand and wave at her, wondering just how much trouble you’re in. The craziest part is you aren’t afraid. Your clock is already ticking near its end so what’s a few hours? You watch her approach as you blow out your final drag and crush the cigarette butt out with the toe of your shoe.

“Bella’s not here.” You state simply when she’s in front of you. Her eyes are black pits as she stares back at you.

 Her lips quirk into a small grin. “How did you know I’m looking for Bella?” “Well, I don’t know you and I’m really hoping you weren't here for Charlie.” You laugh, wrinkling your nose at the thought of Charlie dating someone so young.

“Victoria, nice to meet you. Tell Bella I said ‘hello’ when you see her?” She doesn’t let you even open your mouth to respond before she has your head tilted back and fangs lodged in your throat. Damn, you think, I really wanted to not be someone’s dinner. Your vision goes black as the burning in your veins starts to spread from where she’s still biting you.

~

Demitri has never been so confused in all his years as a vampire. This girl’s scent trail crosses itself, zigzagging all over the place, circling back to the same spots over and over again. There’s no clear trail for him to follow. Even her tenor leads him all over the place. It’s like she disappears to a new spot every time he gets to the last spot it was in. 

He’s standing in the middle of a small stream trying to choose which scent path to follow when he hears multiple sets of feet approaching and the overwhelming smell of wet dog invades his senses. He stays in place, hands in his pockets as he tries to make out how many people are rapidly moving through the forest.

It’s not people that emerge from the trees but rather large wolves, teeth bared ready to lunge. He didn’t think there were wolves left, let alone so close to vampire territory. Well, it is the Cullens so their coexistence with their natural enemies doesn’t seem too surprising.

Demitri raises his hands in a peaceful gesture. “I’m not here to cause any trouble. I’m here looking for Y/N Swan for her sister. I can’t tell which scent of hers is fresh and I apologize if I wandered somewhere I shouldn’t be. I can call Bella if you’d like.”

One of the wolves in front nodded his head but the others remained ready to attack. They all watched him  pull out his cell phone and click a few times before the dial tone filled the silence. “Felix, can you bring me to Isabella please.” There’s a grunt, ‘it’s for you’ and some rustling before a shaky ‘did you find her?’ that has all the wolves relaxing slightly.

“Isabella. It seems I have run into your lupine friends.  No, I haven't found her. Her blood was in your home and the scent of another vampire was present.” Was Victoria still there?

“No, the vampire was in Seattle without your sister.” She’s still missing? Did Victoria say anything?

“I disposed of her, she said she turned and left Y/N so she would kill you and Charlie.” You’ll be able to find her right? Before she wakes up?

“Yes, I will find her before she wakes up.” Thank you Demitri. He hangs the phone up when Bella starts sniffling. “I smelled you at the Swan’s residence. Do you know where Y/N is?” Demitri watches one of the wolves convulse before starting to shrink. The hair recedes into his body and bones pop and shift into a more humanoid form. The muscular guy stands stark naked, his joints clicking and popping as he shakes his limbs out.

“Yes. We found Y/N shortly after the red haired vampire bit her. She was chased off the cliffs and into the water while the others moved Y/N.” The man vaguely replied, trying to not give away too much information much to Demitri’s irritation.

“Look, she can’t stay here with no guidance after waking up. She needs to be with vampires who can guide her through the newborn phase or be put out of her misery before she wakes. Whatever decision you make, I’ll leave peacefully with or without her. I have no desire to linger here longer than necessary.” 

There was a long silence and the man looked away, deep in thought. “Bella said the Cullens are returning before she left. Can she stay with them?” Of course the Cullens are returning, Demitri refrains from rolling his eyes.

“If they allow it, though, I doubt Carlisle would cast her away. When did you find her?” He really hopes she’s not about to wake up alone, confused and thirsty. 

“Yesterday afternoon. She’s in the Cullens’ house. We moved her after we found her. Figured it was far away enough to be safe.” Demitri raises his eyebrows, so she's around halfway through her transformation already.

“Don’t look so surprised. She’s not a wolf but she’s still pack. She’s our friend. Just because she’s turning into a leech doesn’t mean we are going to abandon her when she’s vulnerable. We can’t hold something against her that wasn't her fault.” The wolfman scowls at Demitri offendedly.

“I admire your sense of kinship. That kind of loyalty is hard to come by these days. She’s lucky to have you all.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. “I do believe I know the way to the Cullens’ residence. Is there anyone there with her?”

“Yes, some of our packmates are there with her. They know you’re coming.” He eyes Demitri for a moment before turning and walking back into the forest. The wolves all back up into the treeline and Demitri backs up out of the creek as well, distancing himself from where they disappeared to.

~

Just as the wolf shifter has said, Demetri hears the two wolves' heart beats as he approaches the Cullen house and some music playing softly somewhere inside the house. They are waiting for him on the porch when he steps through the trees. They look similar to the man he spoke with and are in matching cut off jean shorts. They don’t look overly thrilled to see him and Demetri raises his hands hoping to keep things peaceful. He doesn’t care about whatever issues there are between them and the Cullens.

“They said you killed the red head.” The shorter of the two says eyeing Demetri.

“Yes, it’s against vampiric law to abandon a transitioning vampire you’ve sired.” Demetri wonders what Bella did to piss off Victoria so much that her sister was collateral damage. “May I see your friend?”

The two wolves eyed him for a moment, before curtly nodding. “We’ve been trying to keep her comfortable.” The taller one led the way through the house while the shorter one stayed on the porch, actively scanning the treeline for any threat that may wander too close to the abandoned house.

The girl was laid out on a makeshift pallet in the living area in a nest of pillows and blankets, the rest of the room empty except a cell phone playing the music Demetri heard softly. The two wolves have taken great care into the comfort of the transitioning girl and Demetri is again taken back by the level of kinship the wolves have for this human. He wonders which one she’s mated to. He crouches down next to her, careful not to disturb the nest around her as he examines the bite mark on her neck. It’s mostly healed but not yet scarred over so it tracks with the timeline of them finding her and being about mid transformation. The wolves must’ve changed her out of her bloody clothes, the zip up she’s wearing is clean and only faintly smells of the wolves guarding her.

“Y/N,” Demetri says softly, “you’re almost done. Just a little bit longer and you’ll be done. Your sister is safe, your father is safe. You don’t need to fight it.”

“Wait, she can actually hear everything still?” Demetri glances over his shoulder and one of the shifters is red in the face. Demetri looks at the phone and then back to the man, cocking his head in a silent question. “We didn’t know if she could or not, the Cullens never called us back. We didn’t want her to suffer in silence if she could still hear.”

Demetri’s mouth twitched in amusement, “Every transformation is different, some are more lucid than others. We believe it depends on the damage inflicted before they are bit but it’s hard to know for sure.” The man nods, flushing a deeper red. Demetri rises from his crouched position and heads back towards the entrance where the other wolf was keeping guard. He tilts his head back towards the house when the man eyes him suspiciously. Demetri leans against the pillar supporting the porch roof and the man nods curtly before heading back in to be with the girl and other shifter.

Demetri hears them whispering inside about her being able to hear them as he fishes his phone out. He sends a text to Felix asking him to tell Isabella that he found her sister and that she’s mid transformation. He takes a deep breath and sighs before dialing the reception phone.

“Gianna, I need to speak with Aro.” He waits while she scuttles to the throne room with the cell phone.

“Demetri, I did not expect a call from you. Have you found the elder Swan?” Aro inquires.

“Yes, I found her. A nomad with a grudge against the Cullens got to her before I made it to Forks.”

“Ah yes, Felix informed us earlier of the vision Alice had. How does she fair?” Demetri pinches his lips, annoyed they didn’t inform him before.

“I’d say she has maybe a day before she wakes. I’d suggest letting her stay and adapt before she visits.” Aro hums in response and while Demetri is annoyed he came out here for nothing it does beat being stuck on guard duty in the castle.

“Ah, yes, a newborn in Volterra could be a dangerous situation. Very well. Remain there until the Cullens return and instruct them to bring her by when she has a handle on her bloodlust. We would still like to formally meet her.” Aro doesn’t wait for a response before the line goes dead. Demetri sighs deeply and doesn’t let himself think about the annoyance he’s feeling.

~

Y/N must’ve been farther along than originally thought because the Cullens had not arrived before she woke leaving Demetri and the two wolves to help her. The three of them had been playing cards on the other side of the room not noticing her red eyes opening. She laid there for a moment, recalling what had happened before she fell into the fiery pit of darkness and what she had heard while in it. Victoria had bit her and now she's a vampire. Paul and Jared stayed with her while she was turning. Bella and Charlie are safe. She doesn’t know who the other man that came is but he was encouraging.

She slowly sits up, the fabric rustling beneath her but she could hear them sliding against each other clearly. All three heads snap towards her direction, the card game forgotten. Demetri places himself between her and the boys unsure if she’ll attack in her uncontrolled bloodlust.

“Y/N?” Paul asks hopefully, taking a small step towards her.

She cocks her head, her eyes unfocused as she watches the dust swirl around them in the air.. “Well who else would it be?” She snorts, snapping back into attention with a roll of her eyes and rising from her sitting position, off put that the normal pops of her joints are missing. Paul sucks in a breath when she meets his eyes, his jaw slack. She looks at Jared in confusion and hears his heart skip a beat, the same look on his face as Paul’s. 

“Jesus Christ, I can’t look that different now. Is it the eyes? Why are you both looking at me like that?” She looks between the two of them, confused and a little self conscious. She crosses her arms over her chest starting to feel overwhelmed and the burning sensation in her throat becoming unbearable.

“They must be enthralled by your beauty. My name is Demetri. We need to quell your thirst before the bloodlust overtakes you.” He turns to look at Paul and Jared, “It might be better if you stayed here, we shouldn’t be long.”

This seems to snap them out of the stupor they were stuck in, both of them immediately start protesting. Demetri holds a hand up to stop them, “I understand your desire to protect your friend but it’s for your safety you don’t accompany us. The bloodlust makes it hard to stop once started, especially for newborns. We will stick to the forest east of here to not impede your territory again.”

“Will you still be here when I get back?” She asks nervously, afraid this is the last time her friends can stand to see her now she’s a vampire.

“Of course we will.” Paul says immediately, stepping forward wanting to hug her but thinking better of it. He tries to ignore the sad smile she gives them, hoping she didn’t take him not hugging her the wrong way. They watch her and Demetri disappear into the trees wanting desperately to not be apart from her.

~

They returned a few hours later, Y/N covered in blood and with a dejected look on her face. Demetri seemed jovial and in good spirits still. He had received word from Felix that the Cullens and the human Swan had finally left Italy which means the other Cullens should be returning soon to wait for them and he can finally leave.

Paul and Jared stood up in an instant, offering fresh clothes they somehow acquired in their absence. Demetri walked past them into the house, letting them have their long anticipated conversation. From what he gathered during their hunt Y/N was their lover before she was turned. She’s afraid they’ll reject her now that she’s a vampire even though they loved her as a human.

Jared and Paul wait until you’re dressed again to step forward and envelop you in a tight hug. They rest their heads on your shoulders, squeezing you tight, their relief of not losing you overwhelming.

“We were so worried when we heard Jake say you were in danger.” Jared murmured against the ice cold skin of your neck, finding it doesn’t bother him like he was afraid it would. “We were already on our way after getting your text.”

“And then when we found you…” Paul trails off not being able to finish his thought and just squeezes you tighter, rubbing his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He doesn’t want to remember the worry he felt that you were going to break things off with them and then the despair of knowing you were in danger. The anguish seeing you on the ground and how they could smell your blood. How he could only chase Victoria so far until the rest of the pack took over so he could get back to you and Jared. The mixed horror and relief he felt when they realized you were transforming into their sworn enemy and the shame of being too late to save you.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You whisper, your hands snaking around their torsos as best as you can with your arms still constricted by theirs.

“We wouldn’t leave our girl like that.” Paul didn’t stop rubbing his face against you like a pleased cat.

“You aren’t disgusted I’m a vampire now?” You ask in a small voice, the anxiety eating at you increasing when you hear their hearts thud louder.

“We meant what we said while you were transforming. We love you and we don’t want to lose you, even if that means you turn into a le- vampire.” Paul says fiercely, squeezing you again. Jared pulls his head off your shoulder and gives you a kiss on the top of your head and smiles down at you.

“I didn’t think it was possible for you to get more beautiful.” Jared grins, lightly tugging on a loose strand of your hair playfully.

“I don’t stink now do I?” You cringe, remembering them complain incessantly about how much they thought the Cullens stunk. They don’t smell bad to you, like the forest on a warm day. 

“No, you smell pretty much the same. Maybe a little sweeter like when you’re ovul- ow.” Paul rubs the back of his head where Jared slapped him. “What? It’s the truth.”

“Dude.” Jared gives him an unimpressed look. Paul just goes back to nosing your neck and you can feel the grin on his lips.

“I love you guys too, so much. I was so worried you wouldn’t want me as a vampire.” Your lip wobbles as you look up at Jared, his brown eyes full of adoration. You hear their hearts skip a beat and feel Paul’s arm tighten around you again, pressing himself against your back.

“Wanna know a secret?” Paul whispers in your ear, planting kisses along your neck while they wait for your answer.

Jared grins down at you as you nod and you hear their heartbeats quicken. “When you woke up we imprinted on you.” He smiles tucking the stand of hair he’d been playing with earlier behind your ear. His smile widens when your face lights up with surprised happiness.

You let out a sigh and slumped back against your couch, pausing the movie on the tv, as you glanced over at the empty bottle of wine and wine glass on your coffee table. It was starting to feel like you had spent every night since your breakup, over a month ago, doing the same thing. Running your hand through your hair you picked up your phone and placed a call to your best friend. She answered on the third ring and you didn’t even bother saying hello, opting to get straight to the point instead. 

“I feel like I’m drowning in a bottle of wine,” you groaned. 

“There are worse things to drown in,” she chuckled. “What’s going on?” 

“I don’t know. I think I’m starting to feel like I can’t get out of this stupid rut. Ever since Jamie left me I’ve spent every night drinking a bottle of wine and watching old rom-coms.”

“Sounds to me like you need to get out and meet new people.” 

“Where? Everyone knows everyone in this stupid small town,” you groaned. 

“So we head to the next town over,” she suggested. “I’m sure there’s new people there.”

“I guess.” 

“Look, it’s still early. Get your mopey ass up off the couch and get ready. I’m picking you up in twenty and we’re gonna drive over there and just pick a random bar, okay?” 

You sighed again before assuring her you would be ready in time. You hung up as you walked to your bedroom, ready to change out of the sweats and hoodie you were wearing and into something much more presentable for a night out. 

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when your phone buzzed with a text from your friend letting you know she was outside. Letting out a sigh you dropped your lipstick into your purse before grabbing your keys and heading out to your friend’s car.

Fifteen minutes later your friend was parking the car in front of what looked like a popular bar. You glanced at the bar as you climbed out of the car and could immediately tell that the place was packed. You were immediately beginning to regret agreeing to coming out -- in fact you were starting to regret calling your friend about your dilemma in the first place. Pushing the thoughts from your mind you followed your friend into the building and made way for the bar to grab yourself a drink. 

The bartender approached the two of you quickly and you ordered your drinks. Once the glass of wine was placed in front of you you glanced around the room. You were suddenly painfully aware of how long it had been since you’d done this and how out of practice you were. You had no idea how to go about meeting new people anymore, let alone meet a new guy, which -- if you were being honest with yourself -- was the real reason you wanted to get off the couch and go out. 

“It’s gonna be fine Y/N/N,” your friend assured you. “Why don’t we go play some pool once one of the tables open up? That way you can loosen up a bit and get in the ‘meeting people’ zone.” 

You nodded in agreement and sipped at your drink as you kept an eye on the pool table, waiting for it to free up. It only took a few minutes before the two of you made your way back toward the table. You reached for two cues while your friend went to grab the rack to get the table set up. 

“Um, excuse me? But we were slotted to play next,” you heard a man’s voice behind you and you turned to see a tall man with short sandy brown hair talking to your friend. 

“Sorry, but we got here first,” your friend replied with a smile.

“Yeah, but we were up next,” he said, gesturing to a signup board that both you and your friend failed to notice in your rush to start playing.

“Oh, our bad,” she said, handing him the rack. 

“Sorry about him,” you heard next to you and looked over to see an extremely tall man standing next to you. “He just got out of a pretty bad relationship and he’s having a bad night. Normally he’s not this rude.” 

“It’s fine,” you smiled, looking up at him. You faltered momentarily when you noticed just how attractive this giant of a man was. “I know a little something about bad breakups.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, frowning a little. “I’m Jared, by the way. That’s Jensen, over there.” 

“Y/N,” you replied with a smile. “And my friend over there is Jess.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, returning the smile, as his friend was beckoning him over to the table. “Maybe I’ll see you again later.” 

You let out a nervous chuckle as Jared headed over to his friend, adjusting the beanie on his head as he went. 

“Well, that guy is an asshole,” Jess huffed when she reached you. 

“He just went through a bad breakup,” you offered. “Jared -- his friend -- told me.” 

You didn’t miss the smirk Jess gave you and you slapped her arm playfully as you shook your head and made your way back to the bar for another glass of wine. You hung out with Jess at the bar for the next hour, occasionally glancing over at Jared and Jensen at the pool table, your glances not going unnoticed by your friend. 

“Just go over and talk to him,” she suggested, taking a sip of her beer. 

“No,” you chuckled. “I’m not going over there and interrupting their game.” 

“I don’t think he’d mind,” she replied with a smirk. “He’s been looking over here almost as much as you’ve been looking over there.” 

“I doubt that,” you said, shaking your head as you finished off your glass of wine. 

“I swear,” she said. “But you don’t need to take my word for it because they’re coming over here.” 

“What?!” You said, choking on your drink. 

Sure enough, just as you started coughing, you heard the two men approach you and Jess. 

“I just wanted to come over and apologize for earlier,” Jensen said. “Normally, I’m not so much of a jerk. It’s just been a bad day.” 

“Bad day is an understatement,” Jared chuckled. “Anyway, we want to make it up to you guys. What are you drinking.” 

You had finally managed to get your coughing fit under control and were able to give Jared your drink order. He flagged down the bartender and placed the order and the four of you made small talk while you waited for your drinks. Once they arrived you took a sip in an attempt to gather your thoughts. 

“Thanks for the drink,” you smiled. 

“It was the least I could do since you lost out on your pool game,” he said, sitting down on the barstool next to yours. 

After that the conversation flowed easily. You talked about your lives and got to know each other as best you could with the loud music and bar chatter happening around you. Before you knew it almost two hours had passed and it was getting far too late for you to be out considering you had work in the morning. Jess was deep in conversation with Jensen but you managed to catch her eye and silently convey that it was time to leave. 

“Well, we hate to cut this short, gentlemen,” Jess said, waving down the bartender for your tab. “But, we both have work early and need to get home.” 

Jared did his best to hide his disappointment and once Jess paid the tab, offered to walk you out to the car. You agreed, not quite ready to leave him just yet and mentally cursing the late hour and your early shift the next day. Jess and Jensen walked slightly ahead of you, trying to give you and Jared as much privacy as possible, and made it to the car just as you and Jared walked out of the bar. 

“I had a really great time with you tonight, Y/N,” Jared said with a small smile. 

“I did too,” you agreed, attempting to hide the blush you could feel creeping up your cheeks. 

“I don’t want to be too forward here, but I’d love to get to know you better -- without the loud crowd around,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Are you free tomorrow night? For dinner?” 

There was no stopping the blush now, or the grin spreading across your face for that matter. 

“Absolutely,” you nodded. “I get out at six. Let me give you my number.” 

He handed you his phone and you entered your number and handed it back to him. He promised he would text you the next day with a time to pick you up and you said your goodbyes. You made your way to Jess’s car and climbed in, unable to hide your grin. Once you buckled your seatbelt Jess looked over at you and smirked.

“Oh, just shut up and drive,” you chuckled and she pulled away from the curb. 

The entire drive back to your apartment you couldn’t stop thinking about how your night had turned out or hide your excitement about what the following night had in store for you.

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He was all dressed up in his Sam flannel and jeans and was chatting with a few of the crew members as he slowly made his way over to the set where you were. You could feel your heart beat speeding up as you laid eyes on him. His eyes met yours and you instantly gasped for the breath you didn’t know you were holding and looked down to stare at your lap.

“Y/N, right? I’m Jared,” he said. You slowly lifted your gaze from your lap to the chestnut haired giant standing about a foot away from you. Good Lord, the pictures and videos of this man did not give him justice. He was gorgeous. Genevieve was a very lucky woman.

“That’s me! I would shake your hand but, uhhh,” you wiggled your wrists against the ropes tying you to the chair, “I’m a bit tied up at the moment.”

He threw his head back and laughed heartily, causing a huge smile to break out on your face. You were practically shaking from your nerves, but Jared’s laugh calmed you enough for you to relax a little. Jared stopped laughing and smiled down at you before crouching next to you.

“I can tell you’re nervous and that’s okay. I will say though, jokes like that? You’ll feel right at home with our work family,” Jared smiled warmly at you and you could feel the nerves melting away.

“Thanks Jared. I always heard you guys talking about the crew and how much of a family you are and I really can tell now. This is amazing, everyone has been so nice to me,” you smiled back at him.

“We care about everyone that comes on the show, no matter how big or small their part is,” Jared’s face became a little more serious. “I know this scene is going to be intense with the torture and stuff, so you let me and Jensen know if you need anything from us to get you ready, okay?”

You nodded and swallowed hard, knowing that your character was terrified, crying, and screaming in this scene. You already knew the mindset you were going to get into, but you felt a lot more calm now that you knew Jared and Jensen would help you any way they could.

“Hey, Jare, did I leave my phone in your trailer?” Jensen’s voice cut through the soft murmurs of the crew working.

“Probably,” Jared said as he stood up from his position next to you and walked over to where Jensen was making his way onto the set.

Jensen looked at you, his eyes moving up and down your tied up form, and he smiled quickly at you before turning his attention back to Jared. “I’ll look for it after this scene, Dani wants to get together with Gen for a girl’s day when we’re down this weekend.”

Jared nodded and was about to reply when Robin came back over with a pair of machetes and an angel blade. She handed each of them a machete and gave Jensen the angel blade, which he twirled around in the palm of his hand a few times before Robin playfully scolded him and told him not to drop it.

You saw Phil Sgriccia make his way onto the set and give a few directions to Jared and Jensen, most of which you missed because of how quiet he was talking. You were secretly relieved when you saw Phil was going to be directing this episode, happy that someone who has been on the show since the first season would be giving you the feedback you so desperately needed as a new actor.

“And Y/N, the first scene is going to be Dean and Sam talking before you interrupt them,” Phil’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Got it!” You cheerfully replied. He smiled at you and returned to his chair in video village, slipping on a pair of headphones.

Jared and Jensen both got to their marks, laughing at an inside joke you didn’t understand. They almost immediately switched their demeanors to Dean and Sam after the scene was slated. You heard Phil yell they were rolling sound, and you switched to your Clara persona. You were angry, straining against your restraints, wanting to escape from the Winchesters.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? We don’t know if she even knows anything,” Sam said, glancing at you.

“We don’t have a choice, Sam. She’s been snatching kids from playgrounds and schools. She knows something,” Dean replied, shooting you an angry glare.

You smirked at the glare he shot you. Dean immediately began to walk toward you, but Sam stopped him by grabbing his arm.

“Dean, relax. We’re not going to get anything from her if you’re this pissed off,” Sam said, trying to calm his brother.

Dean shook his arm free from Sam’s grasp and scoffed. “She’s been taking kids and using them as mobile feeding bags. How am I not supposed to be pissed off?! She’ll get what’s coming to her.”

“You guys do realize that I’m right here. Like…exactly right here. I can hear everything you’re saying,” you almost laughed before Sam and Dean both shot you angry looks.

“Cut!” Phil yelled from behind the row of monitors. “That was great, moving on!”

The next scene was when the torture started. Dean would be the one doing the majority of it using the angel blade. The cuts themselves would be done in post-production and make-up, and the angel blade they had given Jensen had a secret reservoir of fake blood built into it so it looked like you were bleeding when he pulled it across your skin. Fake or not, you knew that you needed to act terrified and cry, which was no small feat.

“Alright, scene 18. Take one! Places, everyone!” One of the assistant directors yelled as Jensen stepped closer to you to his mark mere inches from you on your right side. Jared offered you a smile and you returned it, before closing your eyes and thinking about everything that had ever terrified you as a child and growing up.

You opened your eyes as they slated the scene, only to be face to face with Jensen…or rather…Dean. All happiness that was in his eyes before was gone and replaced by anger and rage. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes began to well up with tears, trying to remind yourself that this wasn’t real. This was just a scene on a TV show.

“Action!”

“Tell me where they are!” Dean screamed in your face as you wiggled back away from him in your seat, straining against the restraints.

“Go to hell, Winchester,” you spat. Dean’s eyes darkened and he smirked, moving to mere inches from your right ear.

“I’ve been…and what I’m going to do to you won’t even come close to what I did down there,” Dean whispered as the first drag of the angel blade sliced across your chest. You screamed out in pain, pulling against the ropes tying you down.

“Tell me…where…they are!” Dean punctuated each pause with another slice to your chest, causing you to close your eyes and feely let the tears to stream down your cheeks before opening them again and looking down. Your shirt was coated in blood and practically sliced almost all the way open at the top.

“I don’t…I don’t know! She…she doesn’t tell me,” you stuttered between sobs. Your whole body was unintentionally shaking in fear as you closed your eyes.

“I don’t believe you,” Dean said, calmly. So calmly that it scared you. Not Clara. You. You opened your eyes and felt like you were actually in the scene. The crew had been reduced to a blur in the background due to your tears, and all you could see was the stone cold look of Dean’s eyes piercing through you. Your breath hitched in your throat as another sob escaped.

“I j-just hand the kids off to…another person from the nest. P-please…don’t kill me,” you begged, unable to contain your emotions anymore. Your body was shaking more vigorously and you were pulling against the ropes around your wrists harder than you were supposed to.

“Cut!” Phil yelled once again from his chair, but you couldn’t hear him.

Your heart was beating so fast and all you could hear was the thumping of your blood flowing in your ears. You felt a hand on your shoulder and involuntarily pulled back and squeaked as the sobs didn’t stop coming. You were desperately trying to gasp for breath between each one, trying to blink away the tears.

You were finally able to make out Jared’s face and his body squatting in front of you, his eyes wide in concern. “Y/N?! Are you okay?”

All you could do was shake your head no, as you kept trying to will your body to stop shaking.

“Robin! Brad! Someone, cut her free, we need to get her out of here to calm down. Something’s wrong,” Jared’s voice came through as a hollow murmur as you desperately kept trying to catch your breath.

“Y/N, you need to stop breathing that fast, you’re going to pass out. Slow deep breaths. Look at me,” Jared placed his hand on your knee and you looked up at him. He maintained eye contact and began breathing deep but slow, his chest rising and falling every five or so seconds. You followed how he was breathing with your shaky breath, but tears were still streaming down your face.

Robin appeared next to you and cut your wrists free from the ropes. You stood up and immediately your knees buckled and you began to fall. Jared caught you under his arm and slowly stood you back upright.

“Come on, sweetheart. We need to get you to your trailer,” Jared walked with you off the set and you heard Phil tell everyone to take a thirty-minute break.

Once Jared had walked you to your trailer and sat you down on the couch, your breathing had finally evened out and only a few tears were falling down your cheeks. He grabbed a cold bottle of water out of the mini-fridge and popped the cap off before handing it to you.

“Slow sips. How are you feeling?” Jared said as he crouched down in front of you again. You nodded a thanks and smiled at him. As you drank from the bottle of water.

“Better. I don’t know what happened…everything was fine until I looked up at Jensen…er…Dean I guess…and just the look he gave me. It made me freak out. I’m sorry,” you hung your head as your cheeks began to flush red from embarrassment. They had to halt production so you could calm down, and in the film industry as an actor, that’s something you don’t do.

“Don’t be sorry. We all care about your safety…physical and mental. You were on the verge of a panic attack. I could see it and I had Phil cut the scene when I saw you how badly you were shaking,” Jared slid up and sat next to you, resting his hands on his knees.

“I didn’t realize how well Jensen can get into that mindset of torture master. The look in his eyes…it scared me. It scared me because of what I was thinking about when I was trying to get myself into my headspace…something from my childhood. It was the same look my father had in his eyes when he would hit me,” a quiet sob escaped you again as you felt your eyes welling with tears again.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Y/N. Everyone knows you’re a new actor, so don’t worry, okay? A thirty-minute break isn’t going to cause any production delays and I, we, want to make sure you’re comfortable. Drawing on something that emotional is probably what caused the panic attack to start,” Jared’s train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Hey, you guys in here? Can I come in?” Jensen’s voice through the door made you tense up, but Jared wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder. You looked up at him and he tilted his head, asking your permission without saying a word. You nodded and breathed out, nervously picking at the label on the water bottle.

“Yeah, Jay. Come on in,” Jared said, momentarily tightening his squeeze around your shoulder to reassure you.

Jensen opened the door and climbed up the steps. He shut the door behind him and froze when he saw how distraught you looked.

“Oh, wow. Y/N, are you okay? Did you get hurt during the scene?” His voice was full of nervousness and concern, but you shook your head.

“No, the only thing hurt was my pride,” you managed a small smile. “I was thinking about something from my childhood to get me in the mindset of my character…and I didn’t realize how scary you could be when you play Dean.”

His eyes softened as he looked at you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Sorry you had to go through whatever it was when you were a kid. Are you feeling better now? I swear I’m not anything like Dean, I just know who he is so well that it’s easy for me to tap into that side of him.”

You smiled at him and nodded, “I know that. It’s my fault anyways, I should have known better than to use something that emotional to get me to cry and be scared. Rookie mistake.”

“Hey, you’ve watched the show before, right?” Jensen asked, crouching in front of you.

“Oh course, I’m a huge fan. I almost crapped myself when I saw the Men of Letters bunker set,” you chuckled and wiped a stray tear from your cheek.

“Well, when Dean was telling Sam about Hell, I had the same thing happen to me. I was thinking of something and I was crying so hard and shaking that I had to actually walk it off. They had to hold production so I could calm down. It doesn’t matter whether you’re new or not…it happens to everyone,” Jensen smiled at you.

“Even me. In ‘Croatoan’, I was crying pretty hard in once scene that didn’t require me to be that emotional. I had to take a break to calm down,” Jared nudged you with his arm causing you to look up at him. “Don’t worry, Y/N. If you ever feel uncomfortable during the scene, just please let us know. We’ll stop and wait until you’re ready.”

“Thank you so much, guys. I guess I really understand now what people meant when they told me you will feel like family on this set,” you smiled at both Jared and Jensen and breathed in a deep breath of relief.

You stood up and Jensen immediately pulled you in for a hug, causing you to giggle with how fast he moved. You hugged him tight and smiled. You had calmed down and you were ready to get back on set to continue filming. Jared gave you a hug as well before all three of you emerged from your trailer and began walking back to set.

“Do you need to stop at make-up to have them touch you up?” Jared asked as you were walking.

“Nah, waterproof mascara is a necessity when you’re being tortured by Dean Winchester,” you playfully bumped Jensen’s arm with your shoulder causing him to laugh.

Jared ran off ahead of you to let Phil know what happened, while Jensen stopped you a few feet away from the chair you were sitting in on the set.

“Don’t be afraid to tell me to stop if you need a moment during the scene, okay? Nobody will get mad at you nor will anyone blame you. We all want you to be comfortable and safe,” Jensen spoke with compassion.

“I will. Thank you, Jensen,” you smiled at him before you sat down in the chair and waited for Robin to come tie you up again.

“Call me Jay,” Jensen said before he playfully ruffled your hair, causing you to laugh and swat at his hand.

He walked away and you smiled to yourself. They really did feel like a family.

“There you are,” he said after coming to the surface of the water, “I was startin' to think you were in there robbin' me.”

You let out a chuckle and sat down on the edge of the pool letting your feet hang in the water, “And yet you stayed out here so if I was robbing you all of your stuff surely would have been gone because you suck.” You stuck your tongue out at him and he splashed some water on you, “Hey! That's cold!” You protested, trying to cover your body with your arms.

The man laughed and swam closer to you, “You're the one who brought up swimmin’, Y/N, you can't swim sittin' on the ledge,” before you could say anything Jared grabbed you and pulled you into the water with him.

The cold water stung your skin and when your head came back up you groaned unhappily, “You're a mean, mean man.” You pushed your hair back out of you face and kicked your legs under the water to stay afloat.

He splashed water at you for a second time, “I am not,” even as he said it he had a smirk across his face.

“I beg to differ,” Y/N said and started swimming away from the man. You heard him ask where you were going as you felt his hand grip your ankle causing you to stop and look back at him. “See, like I said, mean.” You stuck your tongue out and tried to get away but it was no use. Jared was a lot stronger than you and he pulled you back to him with ease. He pulled your leg around his waist, making you have to do the same with the other, and even though he wrapped his arms around you, you kept your arms crossed in front of you.

“Don't pout,” he said with a grin, “You're too beautiful to look sad.”

Rolling your eyes you let out a scoff, “What exactly are your intentions with me?” You asked him boldly with a raised brow. You hated how your body was reacting to him and it was making it more difficult to stay fake mad at him.

The man's grin grew wider, his tongue exiting his mouth to moisten his lips, “Isn't it obvious?”

Mixed emotions filled you. Of course you found Jared Padalecki sexy and of course you've fantasized about something like this scenario a million times, but you never in a million years actually thought you'd end up living your fantasy.  “I didn't realize you were the type to hook up with strange women,” your voice had a slight disappointed tone to it and his smile faded.

“I'm sorry to disappoint you,” he said and let you go, “But just so you know, I don't normally do this.”

You felt like that line was something someone who did normally do it would say, but you didn't want to cause any tension when he still needed to drive you to the airport later. You didn't know what to say, but you wanted to lighten the mood back up so you smirked and splashed some water in his direction.

Jared hadn't been paying attention so the water startled him and he turned back to you, “Now who's being mean?”

Y/N shrugged, “I don't know what you're talking about.” This time you were able to swim away and he laughed as he debated whether or not he wanted to follow you. “What's the matter? Can't keep up because I bruised your ego?” Your sharp tongue had gotten you into trouble in the past, but so far it seemed to be a trait Jared liked.

“You're somethin' else,” he chuckled and started chasing after you. Y/N managed to keep dodging him, but then you felt his hands wrap around your waist as he pulled your back into his chest. “Gotcha,” he gloated.

You relaxed against him, “Maybe I let you get me,” Y/N challenged. You still weren't sure what you wanted to happen, but you also weren't ready to stop whatever was going on. One of his hands rested flat against your bare stomach as the other one moved to your face. He nudged your chin to turn your head back so you could see him a little better. Without warning his lips crashed into yours causing you to let out a small moan. Damn you body for betraying me you thought to yourself.

“We don't have to do anythin' you don't wanna do,” he reassured you before kissing you again. You turned around in his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck; his hands now cupping your ass. Your legs once again wrapped around his waist and he held you against him while your tongues danced in his mouth.

Feeling his erection against you made you more excited and you knew you wouldn't be able to resist him for much longer. “I want to,” breathless words managed to escape your lips. His kissing became more intense once he knew things were headed in that direction and he moved you both through the water until your back was against the wall.

“We aren't fuckin' in the pool,” the man told you between kisses and finally he lifted you up and sat you down on the ledge and then pulled himself up out of the water. Taking your hand he led you back to the house, not caring about the water you were both dripping on the floor as you made your way upstairs. Once you reached the master bedroom his lips were back on you, but this time your neck. His lips moved down your body and he placed several kisses on your skin above your sports bra. Because it was wet it was a little hard to take off, but with your assistance the white fabric was now on his bedroom floor. He took a step back to admire you and you saw him lick his lips. Having him stare at you like that made you nervous and even though you wanted to hide your body you didn't.

“Jared, you here?” Both of you looked at each other at the sound of the familiar voice and you froze.

“Shit!” He moved you away from the door where you had been standing against and he quickly stepped out of the room leaving you alone behind the closed door.

All of your clothes were downstairs and you knew you wouldn't be able to get back into your bra so you went over to his dresser and found a shirt you could put on. Since he was so tall the shirt fit you like a dress and you chuckled at yourself in the mirror. Taking a deep breath you picked up your discarded bra and opened the door. As you walked down the stairs you could hear talking in the kitchen and you were thankful you were able to go to the living room undetected to change into your own clothes. You changed your panties and slipped on a pair of jeans then looked at your shirt choices before deciding to keep Jared's shirt on. When your suitcase was zippered back up you slowly walked down the hall to the kitchen and stopped at the doorway.

“You must be the slut who's sleeping with my husband,” Genevieve greeted you the second she saw you.

“Nice to meet you too,” you retorted. You didn't think it was possible but your day had just gotten a lot weirder. You looked over at Jared and his apologetic gaze wasn't lost on you. “I'll let you two be,” you started for the fridge, “Just a little thirsty.” After grabbing a bottle of water you went back to the living room and sat down. You didn't know what else to do but sit there and listen to the man you almost had sex with fighting with his wife who he was supposed to be separated from. What did you get yourself into, Y/N?”

The After Party tags:

The perks of dating Jared Padalecki are plentiful. To start with, he is funny and can always make you laugh. Even on days where you are in the worst mood. He has a way of bringing light and laughter with him wherever he goes. He also is one of the kindest, most caring person you have ever met. His gentle soul and caring demeanor alone were enough to make anyone love him.  When he is playful he would look like a little puppy but when he is serious he is a force to be reckoned with. Not to mention he is extremely good looking, which is really just a bonus. In addition to all those benefits your favorite feature of your boyfriend has to be his height. You are only 5"4 and though that hasn't hindered you in life it definitely made things difficult at times.  That's were Jared comes in, at least a foot taller than you he is convenient to have around. He is always there to help you get items off the higher selves in grocery stores. He puts the fancy dishes away after house parties and never once complains. You think about how lucky you are to have this God as your boyfriend. There were rough patches, like any normal relationship. His hectic schedule was always a stressor for your relationship, it was hard to share him with everyone.  But you knew what you signed up for when you first started dating him. Even through your most trying moments you knew he was the one that completed you. There were times you wondered how you ever got so lucky to have him in your life. Him standing in front of you in only a towel slung low around his waist was one of those times. The way the muscles on his back twitched when he ran his hand through his hair. The way the water droplets ran down his chest, down his stomach stopping just at the top of the towel. Just thinking about what was underneath that towel made you wet in a completely different way. "Take a picture it will last longer." Jared chuckles. "Don't tempt me Padalecki." Jared closes the space between you. You place a hand on his bare chest. "Are you going to stand there all day or you going to kiss me?"  He stares down at you and you can feel his gaze in your soul.

"Would you mind?" You ask and he cocks his head to the side in confusion.  "I can't reach" with understanding he lets out a soft laugh and grabs your thighs lifting you up. Instinctively you wrap you legs around his waist and throw your arms around his neck.

"Better?" His towel falling to the floor as if on cue. You could feel his growing erection pressing into your thigh.

 You press your lips against his passionately. "Much better, but now I feel a little over dressed."

"I can fix that." He place one arm under your backside with ease, using his free hand to unbutton your top.

Oh there are many perks to dating Padalecki your favorite being he could fuck you stupid.

You sat down on the couch next to your roommate, setting the bowl of popcorn down between you, before turning on the TV. It seemed like this had become the routine lately. With neither you or Casey being in relationships you found yourselves having movie nights almost every weekend, the only exceptions being if either of you got invited to what seemed like the infinite engagement parties happening.

 You pressed play on the romantic comedy the two of you had settled on and started another night of movie watching. Halfway through the movie Casey grabbed the remote and pressed pause. Knowing you’d both seen this movie a thousand times, meaning there was no need to pause for bathroom breaks, you looked over at Casey confused.

 “I’m sick of this,” she huffed.

 “Sick of what?”

 “This!” she said gesturing to the state you were both in, “It’s Friday night! We should be out, I don’t know, partying with the homies.”

 “Homies?” You snorted, “If you forgot, all of our homies are engaged or in some seriously committed relationships.”

 “So why don’t we go out and make some new friends,” she suggested, “or at least go out and find some guys to buy us drinks? It sucks that we spend practically every night in this apartment watching movies we’ve already seen.”

 “I don’t know…” you sighed.

 “Oh, come on, Y/N/N,” she said, standing from the couch, “give me one legitimate reason why we shouldn’t go out and I will sit back down and we can continue on with Sleepless in Seattle.”

 You thought about it for a few minutes trying to think of something but you were coming up short. She was right. There was absolutely no reason for you to stay in the apartment all night if you didn’t absolutely have to.

 “See, there’s no reason,” Casey stated, “so get off your butt and go get changed. We’re going out.”

 You couldn’t argue with her, so you turned off the TV and put the popcorn bowl in the sink before heading to your room to get changed.

 Jared was exhausted from all the traveling, and even though he always arrived in convention cities a few days early specifically to go out and unwind somewhere new, all he wanted to do was put on some sweats and watch TV before passing out in his hotel bed.

 “Not happening, dude,” Jensen said when Jared voiced his plans for the evening, “we’ve got people to meet up with and I think we deserve a night out.”

 “I’m not saying we don’t, I’m just saying we should do it tomorrow instead,” he countered.

 “Nope,” Jensen insisted, “when we get to the hotel, you’re gonna shower and get dressed and then we’re going out. Don’t make me drag you to the car.”

 Jared sighed and nodded, he knew there was no sense in arguing with his friend over this. He told himself that he would go out to the bar and have maybe two drinks before excusing himself to go back to the hotel and get some much needed sleep.

 The bar was packed when you and Casey arrived and, even though you knew you shouldn’t be sitting at home on a Friday night, part of you wanted to go back home and avoid the crowd. You knew Casey would never allow that to happen so you put on a brave face and followed your friend through the packed room toward the bar.

 After getting your drinks you found somewhere to stand and tried to make conversation with random people around you but nothing seemed to be working. Everyone was coupled up and the guys who weren’t were complete douche bags. It was starting to seem like going out was a terrible idea and after your third drink both you and Casey were thinking it was time to head home.

 It was as you were walking toward the bar to pay your tab that Casey spotted them. Two tall, handsome, seemingly single men, talking to each other having some drinks.

 “We’re staying,” Casey said before telling the bartender to bring them another round of drinks.

 “What? Why?”

 You really wanted to go home and you were sure there was no good reason for you to stay there anymore.

 “That’s why,” she said, pointing over to the two men as discreetly as possible.

 You had to admit the two men Casey had pointed out were good looking, extremely good looking if you were being honest with yourself, but you weren’t exactly sure if they were reason enough for you to stay.

 Seeing the look on your face, Casey sighed, and nudged you with her elbow. “Let’s go talk to them. If it’s a bust I promise we can go home after these drinks.”

 Deciding that you might as well give it a shot because you were already out, you nodded and Casey pulled you into a side hug before grabbing your fresh drinks from the bar. She handed you the beer bottle and lead you through the mass of people toward the two men.

 Not wanting to be too obvious about your intentions you and Casey stood next to them, talking amongst yourselves, hoping they’d notice you first and start up a conversation. When that clearly wasn’t working Casey casually bumped into the man next to her, slightly spilling her drink.

 “I am so sorry!” she apologized quickly, turning to face the men.

 “Don’t worry about it,” the shorter of the two replied, “it’s packed in here.”

 “It really is,” Casey agreed, “I’m Casey by the way and this is my friend, Y/N.”

 You smiled and gave a small wave.

 “Jensen,” he replied, “this is my buddy, Jared.”

 The taller of the two nodded and smiled, his eyes meeting yours. You were caught off guard by how handsome Jared was and as you were standing there it was apparent he was far more good looking up close than he was from where you saw him from across the bar.

 You weren’t sure what to say to either of the men, being far more shy than Casey was, but it seemed that you would have to figure out something to say to Jared as he came to stand next to you because Casey was caught in conversation with Jensen.

 Jared wasn’t entirely sure what to say to Y/N either. He’d seen you earlier in the night when he arrived at the bar and immediately found you attractive but between meeting up with friends and the sheer amount of people in the place he hadn’t found a chance to talk to you, and now that he had one he was freezing up.

 He knew he had to say something. The two of you couldn’t spend the entire night standing there in silence. He cleared his throat. “You live around here?”

 “Uh, yeah,” you said, meeting his eyes again -- god they were the most brilliant shade of hazel that you’d ever seen, a beautiful combination of blues, greens, greys and browns -- clearing your throat, “lived here my whole life, actually. Did you just move here? We come to this bar a lot and I haven’t seen you around.”

 “Actually, no,” he replied, “I’m here for work and I got in a few days early. Jensen and I came here to meet up with some friends but they already headed home.”

 You nodded before taking a sip of your drink. “What do you do?”

 “I’m an actor,” he replied.

 “No way! That’s awesome! In town for filming then, I suppose.”

 “Actually no,” he chuckled, almost thankful that she didn’t recognize him, it made talking to her that much easier. “Jensen and I are doing a convention for the show we work on.”

 “A convention? Sounds interesting. What show?”

 “Uh, Supernatural. Ever heard of it?”

 “I think my sister watches it, but I’ve never seen it,” you admitted, “sorry.”

 He laughed a little, a sound you were immediately sure you wanted to hear for the rest of your life, and smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”

 You spent the better part of the next hour and a half talking to Jared, the both of you getting to know each other, and you found that you genuinely liked him. He was funny, smart, and the right amount of goofy. All in all you were pretty sure he was absolutely perfect. As the night was coming to an end you found yourself not wanting to leave.

 Jared and Jensen walked you and Casey out to the cab you’d called and you were shocked to find yourself upset about having to leave Jared.

 “I had a great time meeting you tonight,” you said with a smile.

 “Me too,” he agreed, smiling as well.

 You went to get into the cab when Jared stopped you. “I don’t have to work until early Sunday morning, would you maybe want to grab dinner with me tomorrow night?”

 “I’d love that,” you grinned.

 You exchanged numbers and he pulled you in for a tight hug, promising to text you in the morning with details for your date, before letting you get into the cab and watching it drive away.

 “Bet you’re glad you came out tonight now,” Jensen grinned at his friend as they headed for the SUV waiting for them.

 “Yeah,” Jared grinned, “I am.”

 You couldn’t stop smiling as you and Casey walked back into your apartment.

 “I’d say we had some success with our new homies tonight,” Casey laughed.

 “I’d say you’re absolutely right.”

Jared sat with bated breath as he waited for Grayson to confess to killing her, what came out of the suspect’s mouth, however, was not what Jared was expecting.

 “I killed Bailey Parker.”

 Jared’s eyes went wide and Grayson continued.

 “She was cheating on me, with three of my friends and I couldn’t have that. So yeah, I killed her. You happy now detective?”

 Jared was far from happy. Although it was a good thing that they at least had Grayson for the murder of Bailey Parker he needed the man to admit to killing her. He needed to hear the truth from him if there was ever going to be any closure.

 “Not quite.”

 Jared pulled two pictures from the folder in front of him, one of Bailey wearing the bracelet, the other of the crime scene where the bracelet among her thing scattered across the floor. He placed them in front of Grayson, side by side -- the same way he’d presented them to Misha earlier that day-- and pulled a small evidence bag from his pocket. He placed the bag containing the bracelet on the table right above the pictures and leaned back in his seat once again.

 “That’s the bracelet you gave Bailey Parker, is it not? The one that belonged to your mother?”

 Grayson stared at the evidence in front of him, looking more than shocked, and nodded.

 “Yeah, so?”

 “Care to explain to me why that bracelet, the one you were so adamant to get back, that we couldn’t find anywhere after Bailey’s body was found was among Y/N’s things the night she was murdered?”

 Grayson’s eyes kept flitting from the evidence in front of him to Jared, clearly at a loss for what to say.

 She walked into Grayson’s house, completely unaware of what was about to happen. When she noticed that the house was dark she called out for him. When he didn’t answer she was hoping this wasn’t some kind of trap and she found herself wishing she had her gun on her. Rounding the corner to his bedroom she pulled out her phone and called Jared. The second she saw him sitting on the bed, however, she cancelled the call and shoved her phone into the back pocket of her jeans.

 “I was starting to think you left without me.”

 She gave him an uneasy smile and he laughed.

 “Nah, baby, was just waiting for you to get here. You took longer than normal.”

 “I got hung up at work.”

 He just noticed and stood. He started walking toward her, a menacing look in his eye. She was suddenly scared. More scared than she had ever been in her life and she was wishing she hadn’t hung up the phone before. There was no way she could discreetly dial Jared now though, it would be too obvious.

 “You sure you weren’t messing around with that cop?”

 She wasn’t sure where he’d pulled it from but before she could comprehend what was happening the knife was pressed firmly against her throat and he was walking her backward to the bed.

 “Listen, Gray, I can explain.”

 Her knees hit the mattress and she fell backwards onto it. He climbed on top of her, straddling her, using his knees to pin her arms to her sides -- effectively preventing her from fighting him off.

 “Nothing to explain, sweetheart. You’ve been fucking him and I don’t know for how long but I’ll tell ya that kind of shit doesn’t fly with me.”

 “I wasn’t. I swear.”

 “Liar!”

 He pulled his phone out of his pocket and she tried to free herself. This was a mistake, he just pressed the knife more firmly against her neck. In second he was shoving his phone into her face, a picture of her and Jared sharing a kiss as they left a restaurant was the only thing she saw.

 “Want to try and explain that?”

 “If you just let me go,” she pleaded.

 He just smirked at her and removed the knife from her neck. For a split second she thought he was actually going to let her go, but she was sadly mistaken. He lifted the knife and plunged it straight into her stomach. A scream ripped from her throat and he pulled the blade from her abdomen. The blood started flowing and there was nothing she could do to stop it. He climbed off of her then and she tried to sit up. She was determined to get out of there and get back to Jared, even if she died trying.

 She stood, briefly, before he was lunging at her again. This time the knife landed a few inches above the last stab wound and she collapsed onto the bed again. She started coughing up blood and before she could even register what was happening he was stabbing her repeatedly.

 She was finally starting to feel numb. She could practically feel her life leaving her as she watched Grayson leave the room. She was unable to move. All she could think about was Jared and how badly she wanted to get back to him. As she watched Grayson walk away she noticed the bracelet fall from his pocket. The last thought she had before everything went black was that at least Jared would have the evidence he needed to lock Grayson away for life.

 “Fine, I killed her. But let me tell you, that lying bitch fucking deserved it and I would do it again. No bitch cheats on me and gets away with it.”

 At his words Jared saw nothing but red. He stood with the table so abruptly he managed to push it into Grayson a few inches. His fist was raised but before he could act on his impulsions Misha was barging into the room and pulling him back.

“Jared, relax. We got him. It’s over. I can take it from here.”

 Jared nodded at his friend, his chest heaving, and he walked out of the room without a second glance. The second he was back at his desk, while Misha was getting Grayson to formally write down and sign his confession, Jared finally took a deep breath. He let a few tears fall and he didn’t care who was around to see it.

 It was finally over, he had the closure he needed. He wiped the tears from his face and took another deep breath before picking up the phone. He placed a call to Jensen, to let him know that Grayson was finally behind bars, and once he hung up he immediately booked a flight to California.