Epilogue – Promises

"Is it not going to be awkward?" Paul asked. The whole pack were crammed into the lounge while Emily cooked for us all. "Because like, Jacob's with the vampire girl now, and she's not going to age, so we're all going to get old.. and he isn't?" He said.

I shrugged "I don't want wrinkles anyway"

"Yeah, but living forever. You'de run out of things to do" Quil pointed out.

"The vampires have to live forever, and they seem pretty content" Seth said.

"Your vampire buddies" Leah teased.

"But your whole entire pack will be aging, and you wont be" Paul said.

I sighed, I wasn't living for "The pack" anymore, but I didn't want to tell them that – no doubt they would find out as soon as I phased.

"Food's ready" Emily said walking in with a platter of hotdogs and burgers. The aroma was mouthwatering, when did I last eat? The food was gone off the platter within seconds and there was silence in the room as everybody filled their faces,

"Should I cook more?" Emily asked. "Mmm" A lot of enthusiastic nods as Emily dissapeared back into the kitchen.

"So what happened while I was gone?" I asked, less out of curiousity than the fact I wanted the subject to change.

"Nothing really, Jared and Kim have a date now for their wedding" Paul said inbetween bites.

"Wedding?" Weren't these guys like still sixteen?

"Yup, one year, three months and 5 days from now" Jared beamed,

"Kim's eighteenth?" I laughed,

"her parent's are not going to give their consent so we have to wait" he sighed.

"I didn't know marriage was your thing" I said.

"It's not marriage, its her. The thought of being with her forever is great" he smiled.

"Yeah, I know what you mean"

There was alot of silence while people ate the last of the food, they were like animals – me included. My dog senses just made the sausages too good to resist, even when I'm not hungry.

"I feel like your all leaving me" Leah sighed, eventually. "I'm the only one who hasn't imprinted" she said rolling her eyes.

" I haven't imprinted" Seth said, "most of the young ones haven't"

"I'm not a young one though" she pointed out.

"Your a girl though, maybe it dosen't work the same" He said cramming yet another hotdog down his throat.

"Just because Female's arent in the Legends dosen't mean I miss out on all the fun" She sighed.

"Imprinting isn't fun" I said, my experience was less than enjoyable.

She gave me one of those "You know what I mean / Shut up Jacob" looks.

"I think you'll imprint" Jared said patting her on the shoulder.

"But if I don't then you guys wont just all dissapear and leave me to be the little lone weregirl?" she panicked.

"We'll always be a pack" Sam said, This pack talk was really starting to get to me. It's not like we're all Blood Brothers or something. This allience was starting to look like one I wouldn't be able to shake off easily, I would be sixteen forever but they wouldn't. Would they still want me to hang with them when they're old and grey and I'm still young and active? I hoped not. Another eighty years of these guys seemed nightmareish.

Jared nodded, "Your aaaall coming to my wedding" he said looking at me as though I would be the least likely to show up.

The the door opened making us all turn around, more food. We were such greedy gits when it came down to it, but I hadn't eaten for at least two days. The convosation was officially over when the platter hit the table, thankfully.

Dear Diary,

Edward and Jake have been fighting over my future all week, its been complete a nightmare. They're like two school children plotting against one another, I wish they would stop already!

My face is all scarred and horrible, how people can people actually bare to be around me? Yet again the only people who had seen me since the accident don't really care how I look, it's going to be terrorfying facing the real world. Maybe Aunt Alice could hide the scars.

Grandpa said I'll be better by next week, or at least thats when I'll be allowed home – I can't wait to get out of here. I haven't seen Claire or Grandpa Charlie for weeks.

I also haven't seen Uncle Jasper in awhile, he phoned me the other day but he said he didn't like hospitals, something about the smell. I don't blame him for not liking hospitals, this place had caused me nothing but trouble.

Jacob knows how I feel about him now, which is a good thing. I think. How bad could it possibly be right? This was how things were suppost to turn out, you can't fight against something as strong as the power of imprinting, especially when you really really don't want to.

It's so boring here though, I'm not drugged up anymore cause the pain's gone – it only hurts when I prod it. Its hard to believe that Jacob was as badly burnt as me, his scars have faded so much they are like tiny white lines – he looks like he was in a fire five years ago. Wouldn't it be great to be a werewolf?

I laid there thinking of all the cool stuff the werewolves got to do, like run around all day naked. Well, not naked.. but without the burden of clothes, and the super fast healing – bones fixing themselves almost instantly and someday, even if that day was so out in the future – being able to grow old, have children and die peacefully.