Disclaimer: All characters and copyright belong to Stephanie Meyer

A/N: I needed a break from my other story and this is the result..thought I'd share maybe some will enjoy it.

Prompt: In the Arms of the Angel is a hauntingly beautiful song and it just seemed to describe one of my favourite Wolves Paul. I've always seen Paul as a damaged soul, a man about to implode. One of the few if only member of the Wolf pack that willingly accepted the transformation. He was going to hell anyways but at least now he's going in style.

In the Arms of the Angel – by Sarah Mc Lachlan

I need some distraction
Or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty
Oh and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear

The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees….

Chapter 1 – I need some distraction

"Hey sugar" drawled the petite blond that Paul Lahote had taken back to a cold dark hotel room in a nameless hotel in Port Angeles "Wanna go again? Coz I sure do" she breathed. She chose that moment to grab at his large manhood and start pumping. Paul grabbed her hand and in one fluid movement he dragged her up with him into a sitting position

"As a matter of fact sugar" he drawled mimicking her in his in reply "I want you to get the hell out of this room now. I never go back for seconds" He sneered "Once with a skank is usually enough for me."

Tears pooled in her big blue eyes and for a nanosecond Paul felt like the mean bastard he was but it was soon forgotten when his wolf made himself felt, clawing at his insides. The wolf had fucking detested her from the moment he had seen her. This blond woman wasn't who the wolf wanted, who he desperately craved to be near. The one woman Paul the man longed for each and every fucking sleepless night…..

The girl gathered her things. "You're a weirdo you know that?" The girl spat at him "You were all over me at the club" Her eyes grew dark "Said you would fuck me all night long. that I wouldn't walk straight for a week and when we finally got here, it took you two hours just to get it up!". She laughed bitterly.

He threw a cocky scowl at her "Well maybe it's because I was repulsed by your body babe when I finally saw it in the light" He spat back.

"Don't try to blame me just because you find it difficult to get a hard on and make it last" she snickered "Don't you get it? That's why I wanted to go again…" She bent to pick up her shoes and bag walking to the door "Because I never came the first time you asshole, it was over so damn quick!" she ran out into the hallway slamming the door just as the glass Paul had thrown smashed into it.

He lay back on the bed and rubbed his face with his hands and wondered what the fuck was happening to him. He was Paul Lahote infamous throughout Washington State, the man who could stay hard all night long…."Yeah that was me" he sighed to himself. But. Not. Any. More. Not since that night, that night in the forest when he had fucking imprinted on her…her of all people!

Paul shook his head in disbelief and continued to rant to himself. "I'm not giving in to some Wolfe voodoo shit! I'm fighting the imprint Great Spirits do you hear me… I'm fucking fighting it!" he shouted.

He lay there quietly on the large bed not moving but he felt the urge stirring deep within him. He tried to avoid it but he knew he would cave in and call just like he always did every fucking night. He knew she would be asleep and unlikely to answer in person. He reached for his cell and ensuring his number would be withheld he hit the call button. Paul waited with baited breath as the phone buzzed and then….

"Hi you have umm reached the cell of Bella Swan please leave a message after the tone"

He hung up as soon as the tone started then he dialled again just to hear her voice. He always swore to himself he wouldn't do it again but when it came to her…then the huge strong man that he was, covered his eyes with his arm and sobbed like a baby…

After a half an hour or so and embarrassed with himself Paul sat up and glanced at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was a quarter to three in the morning. Jeez he thought just another couple of hours of torment then he could return to La Push his reputation intact.

His thoughts drifted back to earlier that evening. His pack brothers, at least those brave enough to be with him at the club, had watched enthralled as he chatted up anything with a pulse. He'd noticed the little nubile blond grinding by the DJ and she had noticed him. He made his move and shortly after they were leaving on a promise of a night of hot sex. He never failed to deliverl.

He especially loved to see the looks of envy on his brother's faces when he successfully ensnared a girl and tonight had been no exception. Jared and Quil had slapped him on the back as he passed by knowing they would not see him until the next day in La Push and secretly wishing they were going to get laid too.

He didn't know why he kept doing it, picking up woman, when he knew what would happen. But he needed the distraction, anything to take his mind off her. Little did his pack brothers know the pain he suffered each time he got laid and it was getting progressively worse…..He kept it locked down, didn't share and to be honest his pack brother's stayed out of his mind they couldn't handle it.

Tonight had been the most painful yet. He'd never had a problem down below, ever …but he couldn't even raise a smile for a couple of hours, he thought to himself, when he finally did get hard enough, he came really fast like a teenage boy experiencing his first time. And then it struck as it always did the pain in his chest. The tight pull of barbed wire wrapped around his heart. Jeez it had felt like he was having a heart attack the first time it happened. But since then Paul had since learned to expect it, it being the imprint which lashed out and reprimanded him each time he had sex and not with her. Teaching him a lesson Sam had said.

"Well hell no….. no one teaches Paul Lahote a lesson". He growled to himself. His father had tried that one too many times when he was growing up. His was a childhood devoid of love and affection. A child hood full of abuse and regular beatings, to which the Rez, shamefully had turned a blind eye. Beatings to "Keep Paul in line, make a man of him" his father had said. Till that night when Paul turned on him and nearly beat his father to death.…

He cracked his knuckles. Where the fuck had that thought come from he wondered to himself. He usually kept those memories deeply buried, under lock and key. Perhaps it was time to get out of this shit hole and head back to La Push, maybe a run in his wolf form was what he needed, clear his head.

He dumped his T shirt in the dumpster behind the hotel, stripped off his pants and phased. His wolf stretched out and Paul breathed a deep sigh of relief. Running as a wolf was the only thing that brought him comfort these days. He dug his claws into the soft earth and headed towards forks, to that familiar spot in the forest outside her window where he had spent every night since the imprint.

The imprint…..

As he ran his thoughts wandered back to that night in the forest. Sam had gathered the pack together to assist in the search for Bella Swan the leech loving daughter of Forks respected Police Chief. Paul had not wanted to help. Bella was and always would be a leech lover who had offered her very life to be like them. She could not be trusted he had decided that first time he had seen her with Edward Cullen. He knew Bella disliked him intensely. The feeling was mutual. His wolf whined.

He really hadn't cared when she got lost in the forest. No way did he want to search for her. Let her die he had thought. It had actually taken an Alpha command from Sam to make him join in the hunt. Part of him still blamed Sam for what occurred next. If he had not found her that night it would never have happened….

Sam was worried that Cullen had bitten her and that she was lying somewhere changing into a creature they all despised, what they were made to destroy. "Good" Paul had said" I will enjoy taking her down" he winced now at the memory and the imprint tugged sharply.

But that cold night, fate and the Great Spirits had other ideas. Paul had found Bella and he had surprised himself when just at the sight of her he had felt protective of her small form curled in the foetal position amongst the overgrown ferns. She looked so tiny and frail. He had looked for signs that Cullen had bitten her and the change had begun. But Bella wasn't dead or changing. He could hear her heart only it was slow and irregular. He had nudged her with his muzzle and she had suddenly awoken, looking up at him with those big cinnamon brown eyes of hers.

And then….

As their eyes met he had been lost as if gravity fell away, he had floated held in a vacuum, only to be sucked back down with such force he could not breath, a force that anchored his very soul to her fastened by steel cables… unbreakable.. He had felt the energy flowing between then, as suddenly as it started it all stopped…. Like someone had slammed a door shut between them and the euphoria of finding his imprint was lost…

Sam had to carry her home to Charlie; Paul could not even stand up. He was crushed, his heart and soul in torment. He knew what had happened. He had imprinted or at least had started to imprint and then…something, something ..had gone badly wrong. He had dragged his sorry ass back to Sam's and poured his heart out to Emily ….

Pauls own heart stuttered at the memories that flooded his mind as he raced along in the forest. The pain was a fresh as if it had happened yesterday. The forest around him was pitch black, there was no moon tonight and his wolf was running flat out. Paul concentrated on his breathing and just ran…

He remembered how he had discussed it later with Sam and the Elders. Nothing like this had happened before. From his description they agreed that Paul most definitely was meant to imprint on Bella Swan, the process had begun but something or someone switched it off before it completed.

And there it was the source of all his pain for the last 6 months…a bitter sweet madness that had brought him the most lethal fighter in the pack to his knees…

He was Paul Lahote, he thought sadly, shape shifter.. half imprinted to Bella Swan who had no idea that she had been half printed on either. Paul was determined it would stay that way too, determined that she would never find out. He hated to admit it to himself but in her he had recognised someone like himself…broken…she needed someone… no deserved someone better than him to love her, repair her. What would he bring other than pain….?

Deep down Paul wasn't sure he even knew how to love. No one had ever given him, true unconditional love. Anger oh yes he had bucket loads of that emotion. His violent temper was legendary and another reason for staying away from her. No Bella Swan deserved more.

Definitely more than that annoying little prick, Jacob fucking Black, who had the heaviest infuriating crush on Bella. Who constantly babbled in the pack mind about how he wished he would hurry up and imprint on Bella coz he loved her so much.

Paul drew back his lips and bared his teeth at the thought. A growl escaped his lips. Well hard fucking luck Black. Bella's taken …well at least half of her was. He laughed to himself. His wolf huffed his impatience they were nearly there her house just in sight. Dawn would soon be breaking and he might even catch a sight of her before he had to head back to La Push.

A mist was gathering on the edges of the forest as a huge silver wolf stepped out onto the back lawn at the Swan residence. It lifted his huge head and gazed up at the window above. "Mine" said his wolf.

Asleep in her bed Bella turned towards the window, her eyelids flickered, lost in her dreams her lips parted and she softly sighed…."Yours…"