Bound to Sin Chapter 3: Torn, a twilight fanfic

Torn

Disclaimer:I'm sorry to inform that this magical dimension called 'Twilight' is creation of none other than the fabulous SM. I'm just spicing things and adding my own OCs to the mix. No harm in there right ;) ?

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"All great changes are preceded by chaos."

Torn

Seth

I moved mechanically, my feet carrying me forward not even pausing to consider the unlatched door on my way. Squired by the annoying sounds of my esurient stomach I struggled to reach the kitchen, food being the only constant on my greedy mind.

"Meraz I'm ransacking your kitchen!" I hollered as my hand wasted no time in opening the heavenly white structure in front of me. An aglow smile taking over my features as I ogled the well-fill stands overburdened with greasy, fat nutriments.

Though my actions were abruptly halted by the scolding face of my mother, a clear reminder of my not too subtle ways. A deep groan left my mouth as I ran a hand through the mess of my hair. Why should I waste my manners in an individual such as Paul Terry Meraz was beyond my comprehension. And yet, I couldn't help but be acutely aware of my guilty subconscious in the form of none other than my mother, berating me for not acting as the 'according son' she had parented.

"Can I help myself to a sandwich?" I finally rephrased in a much undemanding tone, pleasing the picture-perfect figure that hovered beside me. The perplexing dreamed-up form flashed me a proud smile before fading making me wonder if it was really there to begin with.

"YES DAMMIT, YES!" Paul's yells rumbled from afar causing me to almost drop the bag of bread I was gingerly balancing on my shoulder since both my hands and arms were occupied by every minimal edible content that his fridge provided.

Humming happily at his response I made my way towards the nearest counter where I haphazardly spread the contents of my arms, easily downplaying his overly-enthusiastic tone. Either he had earned another ridiculous over the top high score at Call of Duty, or he was just drooling over buxom women sporting diaphanous x-ray undergarments while frolicking around.

Meh, who am I even kidding?He's definitely, hands down, enjoying the second option.

Horny fucker.

Shaking my head with slight amusement I decided to finally focus on the work my hands were carrying without my noticing. The monstrous sandwich tower my hands had managed to create was dangerously rocking from side to side due its unstable stuffed form. Turkey, ham, fatter cheese, lettuce, onions and meat sticks being some of the weird ingredients that rested comfortably between the two ketchuped white spongy textures commonly known as bread slices.

The ample smile on my face dropped to give rise to a full frown when my mind annoyingly pointed I was missing something.

Eventually, the light bulb went off in my head and I rushed to the third counter's drawer, where Paul had his precious VIP stash. An evil yet muffled cackle left my lips as I heedlessly retrieved a large tube of salt and vinegar Pringlets.

And it's a sweet, sweet, sweet victory, or shall I say salty?

Man, I'm hilarious.

Thoroughly satisfied with my snack I mentally patted my back acknowledging my wondrous culinary skills as I dug in, giving the sandwich a massive bite.

My taste buds were brought back to life and fireworks went off in my mind as pleasure waves washed over my sensor motors making it impossible for me not to moan ecstatically, which I did. Oops, my bad.

Although the unforgivable cringeworthy sound was easily overpowered by another much louder, thunderous cry of pleasure. The hell…?

Drawn by my unquenched curiosity, I let my feet carry me forwards, padding softly against the wood light-barked floor in a zigzag motion, avoiding stepping on any loose floorboard that would most likely give my presence away with its sharp creak.

Ringing bells filled my ears and my anxiety skyrocketed for each deliberate step I took, which brought me closer to the epicenter of the problem. The familiar hunch in my gut painfully twisted as the sound of labored breathing flooded through my ears disrupting my careful approach.

Forcing the sudden lump in my throat all the way down, I coerced my parked feet to resume their pace while harshly reprimanding myself for being such a melodramatic maniac. My tongue darted out and my lips parted to shape around the edge of my bizarrely deformed sandwich, taking a thoughtless bite. Even though the rich taste of the snack turned sour and cardboard-y like the moment I set foot in the small foreroom.

No sooner had my gaze perched upon the actions taking place scarcely a few meters from myself than my sandwich dropped.

The goofy smile attached to my visage faltered and then faded. Everything froze for a second before realization came crashing down like a stack of Jenga blocks. Bile accumulated in my mouth and it took everything on me not to hunch over and showered them with the contents of my unruly stomach.

Above the fluffy maroon carpet laid two unclothed figures. Their shapes gleamed under the weak luminosity cast by the small fire confined in the chimney. Both of them messily tangled beyond the point of recognition forming a complex angle that without a question, surpassed the laws of physics as they kept a brutal ongoing rhythm oblivious of my presence.

In the haste to erase the traumatizing image from constantly replaying on my brain, I blindly back stepped, keeping both hands tightly pressed to my eyes, completely screening my field of vision and thus, banging my back against a wall-stand. The sudden impact cracked the rack leading to full rows of unused fat heavy dusty books to fall mercilessly on top of my head with a clamorous thud, earning a string of curses from my mouth. Seemingly, Mere-ass owned the entire collection of Larousse, special bonus edition included. Fuck.

A deep groan reverberated from my throat as I gingerly grazed my scalp, trying to soothe the pounding pain.

"You klutsy shit." The slots between my fingers were wide enough for me peek through them. A sigh of relief fleeing my lips when I noticed the jackass better half was now concealed.

Paul's cocky attitude never dithered as he bestowed me a condescending smile, his back was slightly bent, his muscles flexed and even some veins popped in as he worked on the zipper of his poorly-treated cut offs. My gaze moved swiftly to the female figure that stood beside him, pulling a tight tank top over her purple see-through bra. My cheeks were probably having a ketchup fetish by now.

"S up pup? Here for patrol?" My entire focus fall back to Paul and his nonchalant use of words. Flustered and unable to form a coherent sentence I could only watch as he moved forward, bending down to retrieve my long forgotten discarded sandwich before taking a huge chunk of it.

If I wasn't sick before I unquestionably was now.

"Oi! T-that's min-"

"Sharing is caring." He brashly interrupted completely unfazed at Miss shameless advances as she looped her arms around his bare torso from behind.

"Call me later hotstuff?" sultry blonde purred in the shell of his ear, nipping at the flesh while her roaming hands playfully pinched his hips.

"Mawhbe." Paul shrugged visibly unamused with a mouthful of food yet unchewed.

Please enlighten me on how can anyone find this arrogant unfeeling swine a turn on 'cuz I'm obviously blind.

The immune girl heaved a contempt sigh and peck his jaw before releasing him and approaching me, stretching her hand to pinch one of my flushed cheeks with her crimson manicured nails. Her rainbow caked face crowded my personal space giving the full term of claustrophobia a new connotation as she kept reducing the distance between us making me highly apprehensive and exceedingly nauseous.

"Pleasure to meet you honey bun." Her blood-red lips moved creepily as she dragged the words slowly, taking her time to pronounce each one carefully. I couldn't help but shy away from her.

Did she choke on a gallon of blood or something?

Give the tube of lipstick a blow-job?

Okay now, maybe I shouldn't judge. For all I know she could be aiming for the Jokers look. If that's the case hats off to her, she undoubtedly nailed it.

Although she could have dispensed with the perfume, that thing was lethal. Wave after wave of the cheap fragrance assaulted my nostrils per second, reminding me of cayenne pepper, something my dad used to put on our every Sunday Barbecue which would always make me sneeze like a madman.

I was trying to be my chivalrous self keeping my nose from raising all the way up to my brows and damn, I almost succeeded when it twitched. My wolf was growling profanities after profanities wanting nothing but to throw this easily accessible woman out of the window before spraying bottle after bottle of Febreze all over the polluted place.

Unaffected by my muteness and definitely noteworthy scrunched nose, Blondie giggled, bestowing me one last disturbing smile before straightening her posture from her huched over stance and leaving, showing herself out of the house in no time. Thank goodness to that.

"You disgust me," I spat, finally overcoming my befuddled state and rising to regain my full height while smoothing out the dust from my ripped jeans.

"Jealousy is not a pair of cut-off that fits you well, ya know." Paul replied, clearly amused.

"Pffff right. What am I even jealous about? Your STD's?"

"Whatever Mr grouch. You're looking awfully tense. Obviously you need a reliever. Wait. That's it!" he smiled, circling me, "I get around a lot you know? I could easily arrange something for you pup. So, what do ya say, want me to hook ya up?" He questioned clearly pleased with his 'generous' offer.

"That's alright I'm f-fine," I stuttered a bit under my breath only for him to smile wider at me as he poked my chest, irking me further.

"What was that, pup?" Anger began filling my bloodstream as my hands curled in fists and my muscles grew taut. I tried my best to keep my composure under check, downplaying his tiresome taunts and breathing deeply.

"We're gonna be late." I huffed, deflecting the topic at hand, my cheeks still pulsing with residual embarrassment.

"Awww don't tell me the whelp remains unsullied?"

"GET OFF MY CASE!" I finally snapped shoving him aside with my newly acquired strength which ended in him falling flat against the floor. Already feeling guilty with my harsh inapposite actions I stormed out of the door without sparing a second glance. The winter's breeze slapped my flushed cheeks but did little to calm the vortex of my thoughts. He didn't get it. Well nobody really did.

Was it so wrong of me to have unquestionable blind faith in my yet undiscovered imprint? I just knew someone was somewhere out there just waiting to be found. That special someone that would make me smile without trying to, whose eyes I would fall for over and over again before they even knew me, whose laugh would be so contagious and carefree that it would mingle with my own as we'll both guffaw without reason, that special someone who would without doubt, steal my blood pulsing organ in a heartbeat and I wouldn't even fight to earn it back only knowing that I have hers in return would suffice. A heart for a heart, simple and fairly effective. I wouldn't ask for more. I wouldn't need nor want more.

My thoughtful sigh came out in the form of a white condensate cloud due to nature's chill season. Half of the pack had already been lucky enough to be graced with the presence of their imprints leaving Paul, Leah and I clearly out of the happy circle.

Being 18 years wise of age and extremely unskilled in the female area had its crippling flaws since I was constantly the source of never-endless jokes and pranks. It was frustrating and embarrassing to confess I hadn't even shared my first kiss whereas Paul had already eloped with half La Push and even more, spreading his boundaries to Forks where he was discovered not too long ago with this Laurensia chick Bella loathed.

I was extremely conscious I was working myself into a frenzy of uncontrollable rage but I just couldn't stop. This topic always managed to drive me berserk and Paul's persistent taunts did little to placate me, in fact, they nettled me further if possible.

The trembles had already commenced as I mindlessly jumped the wood railing clearly in no mood to take the front steps.

As soon as my bare feet came in contact with the white covered lawn I took on a full sprint, speedily taking shelter in the high leafy pines which were mostly coated in the colorless substance that relentlessly fell from the sky.

My clothes left me in the blink of an eye, my pace never decreasing as I shut my eyes solely focusing on the small trembles originating in my spine. The pain was something you get easily used to once in became an everyday habit.

In a flash, everything shifted. Something that was considered genetically impossible to occur was indeed happening. The muscles in my legs, arms, torso and back unsurprisingly expanded to meld around newly complex bones with its granted joints and nerve endings. Fur erupted everywhere, engulfing me like a blanket and shaping me into a much hirsute, beastly form. My senses sharpened all at once and my figure triplicated in size.

The whole process per see took less than a minute, funny how yet it felt eternal.

Feeling miserably directionless I just carelessly wander over the treaty line before deciding on where exactly to begin my evening shift, not really knowing what section Paul was taking under his surveillance.

On my thousand lap around nowhere in particular my feet halted on their own accord and began undoing the trek I had covered. I couldn't even pinpoint my unusual actions as I let my body carry me through a path isolated from pines and mostly covered by bushes. It was as if I was being dragged by an invisible pull that kept on getting stronger and painfully unbearable since I couldn't even decipher the reason behind it all.

I finally break through a thick overgrown portion of Timberland and mindlessly trot into a secluded clearing. The blizzard was getting wilder by the second, not that I minded since the flakes would turn into droplets the moment they graze my fur.

Perks of being a freaking mutant I guess.

A soft rich pure scent I couldn't exactly grasp engulfed my muzzle making me extremely giddy all of a sudden. I tried searching for the source but it was impossible, the entire clearing reeked of it and I couldn't even tell which kind of odor it was nor the exact direction it was coming from.

I couldn't believe I was stupid enough to let this 'thing' get to me. Blaming my unusual actions and feelings on my self-induced stress I decided to return and search for Paul since I didn't feel like ripping his head off anymore. My paws relocated in a different angle pointing north, I heedlessly lift my left one preparing myself for another fresh-relieving race when the sound of a twig snapping reverberated in the confined space. I jumped on instinct, my ears dropping and pointing backwards, my claws sharpening instantly and my tail tensing as my fur bristled. My entire body locked in an attack stance baring my teeth toward the menace.

Shockingly my eyes rested on a pair of blue-grey ones instead of the blood-crimson orbs I was expecting. A sharp electric current exploded out of nowhere and embraced me, keeping me captive as everything I once perceived ceased to exist except for the peerless beauty ahead of me.

Am I dreaming?

Is Taha Aki finally answering my prayers?

Mine.

That only word sent a pleasantly tingling sensation through my entire body as I ogled the perfect creature designed for me.

She looked so helplessly dainty standing by herself in the middle of that isolated clearing. Her fragile arms were surrounding herself in a forced embrace, probably trying to keep whatever warmth her body provided in this merciless storm. I couldn't help but notice her torn white dress hugging her curves and giving her this halo of pure innocence that made it strongly difficult for me not to selfishly stole her and shield her from the world's cruelty. Her gaze didn't flicker from mine although it seemed strictly guarded, her black-ebony hair waved softly by her side oddly differing from the raging whitish storm that enclosed on us. Exquisite.

The breeze abruptly picked up cutting through her already rosy cheeks and nose making her sniff lightly, her lips swiftly adopting a purple tint that had me on highly alert as I swallow the deep whine that burned my throat not wanting to fright her but unable to withstand seeing her so distressed and doing nothing about it.

Three deep howls exploded within reaching distance in the vast timberland. My motionless form seemed to awaken at the sound as my ears perked up at the call of my brothers, although my gaze remained entranced by those pools of endless blues with hues of grey.

'Seth come down to Emily's now. We're having a pack meeting.'Sam's voice rang through my ears, the alpha timbre nowhere in rage making me stretch my boundaries while I ponder over my non-existing options.

'I c-c-can't,'I shuttered defying the unchallengeable. My paws shook in reluctance as I straightened my posture, chest jutting out in defiance.

'Drag your whiny ass over here, don't make me repeat myself.'

'But…'

'NOW SETH!'He intoned leaving me with no choice but to oblige.

I couldn't help but whine desperately as I gave my imprint one last lingering stare before leaving her vulnerable and completely unprotected. I wanted to kill myself for departing from her. I had waited too damn long to run across her and now I had to leave her. Talk about fucking timing.

Fate is such a bitch.

The pounding ache in my heart increased considerably for each involuntary step which took me further and farther away from her. The promise of finding her again did little to soothe my beast which was thrashing, clawing and practically whining like a lost confused puppy.

Rushing my pace I shoved all ill-feelings aside focusing solely on the task at hand, after all the sooner I got there the sooner it could all be over with and I could return to what really matter to me.

'On my way. What's so important you needed to gather us anyway?' I bitterly questioned.

'Paul was jumped during your shared patrol shift and strangely enough you weren't there.' I mentally gulped not liking one bit where this was leading.

'Um… Is he o-okay?'

The silence extended long enough for panic to arise.

'S-sam?'

'The idiot is fine, couple of broken bones here and there and a splintered back. That's hardly the problem though.'

'Then wha…'

'Something has infiltrated the tribe.' He cut me off abruptly.

'Don't tell me, another rogue vampire, yeah?'

'Not likely.'

My confusion reflected in his mind as he huffed, his dark eyes obscured with throbbing concern only for a moment before his entire posture relaxed and his features schooled back to their normal indifferent selves.

'I'm afraid we're dealing with something much more powerful.'

His statement left me speechless and I swear I could feel my heart stopping only for a second before falling into an uncontrollable frenzy almost galloping out of its confined ribcage. Fear enveloped me in the blink of an eye and it wasn't even for my well-being. No, I couldn't care less about myself, 'she' was another matter though.

'What could be more powerful than a vampire though?' I finally dared to ask, already dreading the worst.

'I'm not sure. But I'm planning on finding out."

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