I just want everyone to remember, that I am not the best at english. I live in sweden. This is really hard for me to do.

The weeks that followed was wierd. Just the empty feeling of not being around my parents was there all the time, but Ian was also acting really strange. I could not put my finger on what was was around the house pretty much every day, but it wasn´t often he talked to me. He always stared, and it made me feel uncomfortable sometimes.

Two weeks after my arrival Alice had decided to throw a party without a reason at all.
"Ian, Claire! Come here!" I could hear her voice in to my room, and I forced myself to walk downstairs and face the little she-devil she became while throwing parties.

When I got downstairs I nearly collided with Ian, who, to my surprise, blushed deeply.
"Sorry" he said, and continued walking in to the kitchen where Alice were.
"Don´t worry about it" I assured him and followed right behind.

"Oh, good, there you are" Alice said and turned to us. "Sometimes it´s really annoying not being able to see you two" she said almost to herself. She turned her back to us again and started writing a list.
"Wait, "you two" ?" I asked, surprised. "You can´t see me?"
When I grew up, my mother always called Alice and asked her what would happen to me. All the time. I always called her overprotective, she called herself a worried mother.

Both Ian and Alice stiffened. I stood next to Ian, and could see that he struggled not to look at me.

"Why has that chanched?" I asked when no one answered me.

For what felt like hours, Alice turned around and looked at Ian with an expression I didn´t understand.
"Maybe you should tell her, Ian" Alice said and gave him a piece of paper. "It takes about an hour to come to the grocery store I like." She gave him another look and then walked away. A part of me felt sorry for Ian, but the bigger part wanted to know.

The tension in the car little later tried to kill me, I swear. All I wanted to do was to crawl under the seat, and I´m not the one with the big announcement. Every now and then I looked at Ian, but his eyes never left the road.

"So" I said, trying to make him speak. When he continued watching the road without a word I said "Half of everything, wha?"

To my surprise he smiled. "Yeah. It can be a pain in the ass sometimes".
I really liked his voice, with him nervous it was darker than usual and it sounded like he had to forse the words to come out. "Do you have any special powers? I haven´t remembered to ask" I asked, wanting to know more about him.

"Yeah" he said, a little easier this time."I am telepathic".
"Wow. How does that work? Can you hear my thoughts?" I asked eagerly. Ever since I was a kid I´d always wanted to be telepathic, and now I felt really envious for him having such a cool power.
He laughed, a real laugh. A part of me melted. "I can´t hear thoughts unless you want me to hear them". He looked at me. "It is just like talking to each other, except that we do it trough our minds".

"Do I push my thought to you? Is it easy?" He let out another chuckle. I then realised that I was the pain in the ass at this moment. "I´m sorry, I get to eager when it comes to this. Sorry".

He looked into my eyes with an emotin I could not understand.
"No, no, it´s okey. This is the first time I haveto explane this to someone, I not use to it. But yes, it is like you´re pushing the thoughts over. Usually it happens without thinking".
I smiled to him. I really wanted to impress him, and when I looked out trough the window I cleared my mind.
Can you hear me? I asked with my thoughts, hoping he would hear it.

I can hear you. His voice was inside my head, and my emotions scared me. I rush of happiness went trough me. For the first time that I came to Alaska, I shared something big with someone, and it was not just a random person I did it with. It was with Ian, this gorgeous, strange man. My best childhoodfriend.

I laughed. I could not help it. The feelings was taking over my body, and what I really wanted to do, was to stand at a mountain and feel the wind take my hair with it.

"This is like having a secret language. Well, without all the work of making one up" I said to Ian, looking into his deep black eyes. All I could see right now was pure joy. He liked this to.
"I am glad you like it".

With that he turned his eyes to the road infront of us, and we sat there in silence. The tension was gone.

"Thanks" Ian said when I gave him the last bag for him to put in the car. The list that Alice gave us was not small, but we had found everthing and was now done with the shopping.
He closed the trunk, and we both sat down in the car. The store that we were outside was not big, and yet there was tons of teenagers everywhere. When I looked at their faces, a part of me felt sorry, and I could not decide if it was sorry for me or for them.
It is funny how a whole world exsist and not one of them knows about it. I could not imagine myself in that situation, and I had often wondered what my life would be like if my parents weren´t vampires. Would I be one of them? Just the thought of being without my loving parents, grantparents, uncles and aunts scared me. Big time.
But what scared me the most was the idea of not having Ian in my life. This is the first time that we talked for real, and the more we talked, the more attatched to him I became. I got the feeling that someday he would mean a lot more to me than anything else.

I liked that feeling, but at the same time it scared me. Why was I feeling like this, when I barley knew him?

"What are you thinking about?" Ians voice broke my thoughts and it took a while before I could answer.
"It is nothing, really". From the look that he gave me I understood that he did not believe me.
The car got silent again, both me and Ian looked out on the road infront of us. Then I remembered something.

What is it that Alice wanted you to tell me? I asked trough my mind, to much of a coward to ask him out loud.
The tension was there again, unexplained. I tried to catch his eyes, but he refused to listen to me.

"Have you ever heard about imprinting? It´s a wolfthing" he said at last, and I relaxed.
"No" I answered, eager to learn more.
"Well. When a werewolf, or a shapeshifter, finds his soulmate he imprints. It is like gravity. All that matters is that other person, their perfect match. It´s suppose to be rare, but almost everyone in Sams pack has imprinted".
He stopped talking again, which made me nervous. I had a feeling he was about to tell me something important. Would I be able to handle it?

"Is your mother Jacobs imprint?" I asked without nothing else to ask.
"Yes. And since she is part vampire, she has the same feelings towards him".

I felt like I had to drag this thing out of him.
"So. Have you imprinted?"

"Yes". With that he turned his hand and looked at me, like he wanted to see my reaction. I am sure that all he could see was blushing cheeks, I didn´t liked this topic, and confusion in my eyes. My thoughts spun around like crazy.

"Alice wanted me to know this because...?" I asked, not really wanted to hear the answer. Now I knew why he had bin so strange the last couple of weeks. It was so simple now. He missed his soulmate.
"Because. It is you. You are my imprint".