Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight universe, Stephenie Meyer does.

And pretty much all other characters, including Freddie, belong to the universe created by the talented yay4shanghai! She is amazing, and you'll have to read her stories to understand this. I want to thank her for allowing me to write this, and also helping by betaing it.

I also recommend you read the other spin-offs by liljenrocks, ari11990, AsagariMelody, Guzhong, twihardcaligurl, and intiMACYx33. They're great, and worth reading!

This story takes place during 100 Years of Solitude... Okay, Maybe Just Five. Also, the story takes place in Ecuador, therefor the characters are all speaking Spanish.

I hope everyone will take the time to review! Without further ado, the beginning...

Chapter One – The Ache in my Chest, Healed

I breathed in the scent of the city, the aroma of smoke and fresh pastries filling my nostrils. I had missed it, the different smells of Quito.

I'd missed everything from the place that had become my home in the past few years, which was a small shared apartment, so small you could barely fit two people in it comfortably.

I'd also missed the hustle and bustle, people shouting and running to different places, as though they were permanently in a hurry. The mountain atmosphere and scenery was something I longed for as well. I loved looking out a certain window and seeing the beautiful rise and fall of a peak. I'd even missed my friends, annoying as they were. There had been a small ache in my chest, growing with each passing day I wasn't in the place I now called home. To be back filled now me with an impossible joy, my whole body on high alert. I was also immediately used to the shortage of oxygen; though it doesn't bother me near as much as it had when I'd returned to Quito for the first time.

Though, I wasn't most excited about any of those things. No, I was ecstatic about going back to university. All my life that was the thing I wanted to accomplish; learning. I was so different from my sister, who was always dreaming of going out, running and screaming and having fun with other people. I was content with staying inside, reading a book. I wasn't always supremely happy, but it was enough.

I wasn't necessarily a bookworm as a child, I would sometimes go deep into the forests of my hometown La Push with my friend Randy and inspect the trees and wildlife, trying to memorize and categorize each species. I was thrilled whenever I learned I'd committed something to memory, able to reach deep into my mind and draw it out if necessary.

In my childhood when I'd been locked in the house, forced to play in the basement with sometimes only my sister, Soledad to keep me company, and the weekly visits from Randy and Annie, I had dreamed as much as Soli.

In each book I immersed myself in, I had read of amazing places and sights, colleges and universities teaching people things you could only learn so much about on paper. I wanted to study abroad, travel and meet new people, or even find an amazing place and stay there, learning things from world-renowned professors.

I was especially interested in different languages and cultures, carefully making out lists of books for my father to get me at the bookstore in Port Angeles. I wanted some that taught me Italian, French, and even acquired a book about sign language. I had a yearning to be well taught in languages, able to communicate in any place I may go.

Eventually I did become well learned in each of those languages, along with my mother coaching me in her mother tongues, Spanish and Portuguese.

Sometimes, I'd get lucky and get my mom to take me to a library in Seattle or Port Angeles, and I'd browse through the newspapers, searching for foreign ones. I particularly enjoyed reading about the different politics of the nation, scoffing at the things I viewed wrong, and getting myself worked up when I found that someone I'd been rooting for had conquered an election.

When I wasn't immersing myself in different books and stories, I'd call or visit my friends. I was generally friends with all kids in the pack, but my very best friends were Randy Dru and Annie Wahalla. Randy and my time alone was usually filled with blabbering about our impossible loves, though I was sometimes grossed out at the prospect that Randy was in love with my sister…

There was only so much that had kept me sane all those years— one of those things being Annabelle Wahalla. Annie had befriended me before any other, even Randy, talking to me even though I at times looked younger way beyond her years. She was very understanding though, knowing that my intelligence had matched hers, and possibly even exceeded it.

As the years grew, I begrudgingly knew exactly what was happening. First, we were merely friends, than grew closer and closer until we were best friends. Soon, we were spending all of our free time with each other, until despite the stupidity of it, I developed a strong crush on her and finally, fell in love with her. And I would definitely have pursued her, if only she hadn't been claimed. She was the imprint of Brady, had been since she was first born.

I honestly couldn't help but fall in love with her; she was a Wahalla after all. They had all been graced with exceptional looks, and not only was her appearance beautiful, she had a lovely soul as well. Her kindness reached to all, her smile lighting up the world. But even if I tried to make her fall in love with me, I would fail miserably. She had long been in love with Brady and that would never change. I'd been lucky enough to snatch a kiss from her before I left, but I knew it was a gesture and could never be anything else.

So I'd traveled with my family, though at first it took some getting used to. I was happy to finally begin to see the world but I missed the things I took for granted. Soli was miserable and more bitter than usual without her imprint Randy. She was distracted though, by the sites of South America, thank god. We stayed shortly in some places, longer in others depending on how much there was to do and see. Leaving Quito that first time was hardest, I felt a draw there a call to the city, but there was so much more my mother wanted us to see, this huge world she had traversed many times.

As we went to Europe and farther away from La Push, Soli became much more depressed. Mom and dad encouraged her to go back and be with him but she was stubbornly rejecting her imprint. The end of journey came early when I phased in Volterra, something I had never planned for. My sister caved, too restless to continue on to the orient and with this new responsibility as wolf on my shoulder I freaked. I wanted the hustle and bustle of Quito and an education, I had dreamed of it. I had no desire to run around with fur on. So, both Soli and I packed our bags. My sister finally on her way back to Randy, though she was persistently denying it was for him and I finished the summer in Europe with my parents before heading to a university in Quito.

Finally having my wishes come true was beyond exhilarating. I worked harder and harder each day, pouring over my textbooks. My classmates may have said that I over studied every quiz, test, and exam we ever had, but I didn't care what they thought of me.

In my travels, I'd made several friends. Hector and Aldo had first been acquainted me during my brief experience in Ecuador before heading to Europe, and I'd managed to miraculously keep in touch with them. When I got back our friendship eventually grew to seeing each other almost everyday; becoming closer and closer. Things had been going pretty well, I was dating and having fun. Hector and Aldo both took me to different restaurants and clubs every other night, and I was getting top marks in every class I was taking. But, then I got a call from Jacob, and it stopped everything. Annie had been kidnapped… by leeches. It was like everything had frozen at that, my entire world suddenly becoming muddled. Confused again.

I was suddenly plummeted back into the feelings I had for her and I had no idea what to do about it. I realized with chagrin I was still, if even only a little, in love with her. I could tell by the fear the seized me, body and soul, as soon as I heard. I was finally getting over Annie, and then she was put in this horrible danger. Worry encased me on my journey, but not about me or my safety, considering we'd be having a war, no, it was for her.

Unfortunately, I wasn't on my way to La Push to fight for her. Instead, I was going to Volterra to protect the families there with my father, and Ethan. Nothing much happened to us, all the action turned out to be centered in La Push.

My heart had soared when I learned of Annie's safe return, but soon crashed again as I learned of other news. Devlin Varn's death crushed everyone in the pack.

I stayed in Europe for a couple months, grieving slowly with Ethan, Elena, and the rest of my family. My mother and father were much sadder than me, and I chose to be there for them. Finally, I decided to suck it up and prepare to return, deciding it was best to move on than to dwindle and dwell on Devlin's death.

So now, here I was, back in Quito forgetting my lost love and my sorrowful time in Europe, making up for it with what I hoped to be studious adventures, learning more valuable information with each passing moment.

"It's been so long since I've last seen you!" I turned to see my old friend, Aldo, grinning at me. A smile of my own slid across my face as I stepped forward, hugging him for a quick second before turning back to Hector.

"You've both grown so much," I acknowledged them, nodding. They shook their heads, both staring at him in fake amazement, smirking.

"I could say the same for you," Aldo noted before adding, "It's been too long." A laugh escaped their lips after this, as we had been remembering and copying the same conversation we had when I had first returned to Quito from Europe. Now we calmed down, relaxing into chairs in their restaurant.

"Yes, almost two months," Hector agreed, the fluid roll of his Spanish was lubricated by his honey saturated voice. I rolled my eyes at them both.

Hector had met me graciously at the airport hours away. We'd chatted idly most of the time, talking about different things, such as how much things had changed. It was strange that the two months in Europe had been life altering for not only me, but Hector and Aldo as well.

Hector had finally committed to a relationship after years of going through woman after woman, a real ladies man as some would call him. But he'd gone all gibberish on me when talking about Sofia, speaking in a language I don't think anybody could make out except those in puppy love or those foolishly desperate for their girlfriend. I was proud of him though; Hector wasn't one to express much of his emotions, so I knew Sofia must be a special girl to him.

I was surprised that he could mature all that much from when I first met them, when they'd been merely eighteen. I led them to believe I was eighteen at the time as well. Now, though, we were all older, more learned. I guess it shouldn't have surprised me too much if they grew up in that time.

I feared at first that Hector could sense some changes to me that were incredibly strange. For one, my sweltering heat. Not that I hadn't been hot before, I just didn't get in close proximity, as he had to do on the long car ride up the mountains. Neither Hector nor Aldo owned a vehicle, therefore there was no need to get close. But Hector mentioned nothing of it the whole ride.

"So where is this wife I here so much about," I now inquired to Aldo, who raised his eyebrows at Hector in annoyance. Hector had complained in great detail to me about Hectors' wife, Valeria, in the ride as well.

He ranted that she was nagging continuously on Aldo, who seemed obliviously in love with her, and that she hated Hector with all the spite in her. But by the way Hector was talking about her, the fire in his eyes as he ragged on her, you could tell he did indeed care about her. .

"She's upstairs, preparing for tomorrow," Aldo informed me, crossing his arms. "She'll be down any second."

By preparing for tomorrow, I assumed he meant she was getting ready the restaurant that Aldo and Hector had started, Valeria partaking in it also since marrying him. I was impressed to be informed from Hector that she'd been putting her heart and soul into their business.

"I can't believe you got married without me!" I glared at him and he shrugged sheepishly. We had become very close in our years together, dare I say as close as Randy, Annie, and I had once been.

"Her father doubted our relationship, so we wanted to get married as soon as possible," he shrugged. I sighed in understanding.

"Her father was more traditional, wasn't he?" Aldo nodded, looking a bit sad. Quito was an amazing place, it really was. But there were always a few pig heads in every country, and there were places full of men that believed women were useless. They were traditional in the prospect that they decided their daughter's husband, wanting to make the decisions for them.

"Does she believe in that stuff?" I asked him, hoping the answer was no. My own mother was strong, stronger than a lot of woman I'd ever seen, and she taught me that all women could be like her if they wanted. I knew from a very young age that chauvinism was wrong.

"No," he stated proudly, a smile crossing his lips.

"'No what?" A young girl asked, suddenly emerging from the restaurant's back room. She was short, maybe five-four or five-three. Her thick, black hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail. She looked to be about twenty, her hands strangely small compared to the rest of her.

"Ah, you must be Fredrico. We've met before, no?" She asked, eyes scanning over me almost judgmentally.

"Yes, once," I confirmed. I could see from the way she carried herself, so sure and poised, that she saw herself as one to be respected and not messed with. I knew that I would put myself on her hit list if I even made one sarcastic comment, not that that was something I tended to do. I wondered briefly if that was why she seemed to dislike Hector so greatly.

"Well it's great to meet you again," she smiled softly, "Aldo tells me you speak fluent English. Is this true?" She asked, cocking her head to the side slightly as she waited for my answer.

"Yes, English is one of my first languages." I answered her and she grinned widely, as though in relief. Maybe Hector wasn't exaggerating when he said she likes English more.

"Good. English is more complicated speak; but I enjoy more." She said breaking the flow of our conversation with her thickly accented English. She seemed to not know what to say at times, but smiled throughout her sentence nonetheless.

"Remember, your husband is horrible at English." Aldo spoke up, coming around to hook his arms around her waist. She giggled and settled into his side.

"Lo siento," she apologized softly, standing tall to leave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He turned red at this, but tightened his grip on her.

"Should we eat now?" Aldo asked after Valeria nestled into the crook of his arm, her arms crossed tightly over his chest. We all nodded. Despite me eating several times on the journey up, I was still starving, my stomach rumbling uncomfortably.

"You want to go to Pilar's?" Valeria asked us. Despite Hector and Aldo's lacking knowledge of English, I could tell by the eager nod of their heads they understood her question.

Pilar's was a restaurant we went to all the time, so much so that a waitress memorized our names. Its food was spicy as hell, but so good we had to keep coming back.

As we exited the building, I looked around me, my chest once again swelling with happiness as I took in my surroundings. Familiar restaurants and booths stood around me, the same people I'd befriended stood behind the windows, calling out to possible customers.

The sun was setting, sending a pink and purple glow on the stone streets. Since Pilar's was only a couple blocks down, it was perfect to walk. The air was cool, but it didn't bother me. As Aldo and Valeria talked softly to one another beside me, I turned to Hector, who was watching them with a funny expression on his face… Not hatred or annoyance… it was more like, jealousy?

"Hector, tell me more about Sofia," I nodded to him. He turned bright red, even the tip of his ears. I saw him glance at Valeria several time before shrugging, watching his feet drag across the ground. I raised my eyebrows at him. And then I realized…

The way he had been looking at Aldo and Valeria with such jealousy, the way he ranted about her being so horrible… was that to convince himself he wasn't in love with her? And the gibberish rants, were those because he didn't know exactly what to say, he didn't want to give too much away?

"Is Sofia, Valeria?" I asked, raising my eyebrows in disbelief. His already red face seemed to deepen a shade, and he slid an offended face on.

"Qué? No, no, no!" He said, his voice raising and lowering a few octaves. He managed to keep it at a lower volume, though, and neither Aldo nor Valeria heard him. Shaking my head, I decided to sort it through tonight and help him tomorrow. I could do nothing about it tonight.

"How can you say that," Hector suddenly mumbled, still shaking his head in a disbelieving manner.

"Perdón," I sighed, clapping him on the back once. This situation reminded me of home. There were so many complications to love and imprints, I was relieved I hadn't fallen in love again or imprinted. We walked in silence most of the rest of the way, the sky getting darker each second, the light dancing around the streets. There was still the noise around us though, filling in the comfortable silence.

Soon, we came upon one of the busier streets, cars whizzing past without a care for anybody else. We had to be extra careful as we crossed, avoiding getting hit. It wouldn't matter if I did get hit, of course, but I really didn't want to raise suspicious after all this time hiding the secret.

We had just gotten onto the sidewalk, when quite suddenly, my stomach seemed to drop. I froze for a diminutive moment before spinning around. There was a black stretch limo to the left of me, slowly inching its way up the street, stuck behind a horde of cars. I could easily see through the window though it was tinted. There was a woman sitting with her back to it, nervously mumbling to another girl, who I couldn't see at all. My heart started pounding erratically in my chest as I cracked my knuckles.

"¿Qué haces?" I heard Aldo question, and slowly turned away from the limo. At the same moment, traffic seemed to pick up, and it weaved in front of the car ahead of it to the other lane, before speeding away. I shook my head, murmuring a quick apology before running to catch up with the group. But this weird sensation had entered my body, a prickling feeling rolling over my skin. The hair on my neck seemed to be standing up, and my fingers drummed nervously against my thighs.

"What's wrong?" Valeria questioned in her Spanish accent, noticing my nervousness.

"I don't know… I really don't know."