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By : razorsympathy
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*Paul POV*

I hated the sickening sweet smell that clung to all the furniture in the house. I hated the golden stares of the owners of the stench even more. The room was silent as we waited for the older Cullen man, Carlisle, to tend to the frail body of the girl that held my beating heart in her battered hands. My body shook again as I recalled the bruises that marred her small frame as they began stripping her of her wet clothes when we arrived. A growl had rumbled past my lips as I watched the leech put his hands all over her, and shook even now, as I thought of him in his small office with her. A hand lay on my shoulder, warm and strong, Sam.
“Call down, you will only do more damage if you phase here.”
I knew he was right, but between the condition of my imprint and the stench of vampire all around me, staying calm, was easier said then done.
“Do you need to leave?”
My eyes widened, panic setting in. I could not leave her here, not with these leeches, not in her condition…not at all. I shook my head in the negative before drawing a deep breath, instantly regretting it as the sickening sweet invaded further. I turned my eyes to Sam, letting the presence of my Alpha calm me. His gaze held mine, understanding filtering through his features. Alice shifted in her seat then, snapping my attention from Sam. The pixie vampires’ face was strained as she sat. I thought back to her reaction when we arrived, to all of their reactions.
*I held her tight in my arms as we walked from the woods and closer to the mansion in front of us. All of the leeches were outside, waiting for us. Carlisle reached us first, his speed making him seem to appear out of thin air. He reached for her. I growled, low and deep, baring my teeth.
“It will be alright Paul.” Sam intervened
“Let him take her.” I relinquished my hold on her, but never stopped growling, even as I followed his humanly slow steps as he carried my imprint in careful arms. The blonde one, Roselie, gasped, her intake of unneeded breath causing me to falter in my gaze on the girl in Carlisle’s arms. My eyes locked with hers a moment, and I found anger and shock filling her bright gold. Her eyes followed them, even as the older leech walked into the front door. The bulky one, her mate, wrapped his arms around her soothingly.
“She’s just a child.” She whimpered. My heart felt heavy then. Not only because my imprint was wounded, but because a child had been so mistreated. Was no one around to save her? Why did she have to endure such treatment? My body shook of its own accord the longer my thoughts dwelled on it. Whoever had done this, this atrocity to a child, to my imprint, would pay dearly when I found them.

I walked into the house and had a strong urge to hold my breath until I passed out, if only to keep from gagging, but it was no use, I found my mouth opening to gasp at much needed air. Alice filtered in behind me, her gaze worried and clouded as we followed Carlisle into his office. His hands moved quickly after he set her on the cold table, removing her ratty shirt first. I did not even try to stop the growl that left my lips as I glared at him, but it stopped short and turned to a pitiful whimper when her shirt revealed yet more bruises, some new, some old. Her form was gaunt and boney, lack of nourishment evident; some ribs were at an odd angle, showing that they were most likely broken, and then left to heal on their own. Blood covered her chest and shoulder. I shook more fiercely.
“Paul…step outside.” It was Sam again; I had not even noticed that he had followed me in.
“I think that would be best.” The Leech whispered in agreement. How I hated the Cullens right then, but I knew that if I phased here, in this small room, there was a chance I would hurt my imprint. With one last growl, a warning directed at the Doctor, I left.*

I hadn’t gone far, I loomed just outside the door, waiting in the outside room along with most of my pack brothers and the Cullen clan, excluding Bella and Edward, who were visiting Greece with their Daughter Nessie, and Jacobs pack, for Nessie’s 15th birthday. She of course, was already mature, and had been for nearly eight years. Jacob had been at her side since the day her eyes met his, the same as I would be with the one in the other room…I didn’t even know her name. She was my everything, and I have no idea who she is. When the Cullens had asked all of their questions, I had, had no answers for them, other then the obvious, she had been shot, and in water for about four minutes before I had reached her. Well that and that if they so much as tried to bite her I would be more then happy to tear them to pieces, but that could have gone without saying. I let out a sigh and leaned against the doorframe behind me, my ears trained on the sounds in the room as they had been for the last four hours. The door creaked open and I was in front of it before anyone else could move. Carlisle motioned me in, as well as Sam, but stopped any others.
“Just them.” Was all he said. I had no problem with it. I don’t think I would have been able to keep from phasing if all of the leeches were so close to my imprint in her condition…or if they ever went near her at all.
I heard the door close behind us. My eyes searched until they landed on their target. Her body was bandaged to a point where she might as well have been wearing a gauze shirt. Her skin was still deathly pale, but some of my anxiety fled as the sound of her heart beat reached my ears. It was stronger, and steady, like a soft drum beat.
“Her ribs are broken.” He started.
“How many?” He looked at me then, a soft and resigned look on his face.
“All of them.” I growled lowly, but he ignored it.
“I had to reset all of them, how she managed to get anywhere with them in the condition they were, is beyond me.” He sighed, an unneeded action, but it made him seem more human. Concern lay in his eyes, which was all that held me from slamming my fist into his perfect features when he had said that ‘he’ had broken her ribs.
“How is she?” I thanked Sam relentlessly in my head for asking. My teeth were grinding too tightly to let more then growl slip passed them.
“Stable, but in need of a substantial amount of R and R time.” I let loose the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“So she will live?” I hated my voice at the moment, it sounded so weak, like a pups’.
“Yes, she will live.” I could have hugged the nasty leech right then, but I would never be able to bathe the stench off of me, or live it down with the pack.
“There are some…perplexing anomalies.” My ears cocked at this. ‘Perplexing anomalies?’ As if reading my thoughts, he motioned us over to when she lay. The beast in me sighed in content as her scent filtered further into my nose. Even with the smell of leech everywhere, it was as if it never touched her, and her scent went untainted.
“Well several anomalies as in… her teeth.” I growled as his cold fingers pulled back her top lip, revealing glinting white teeth. He gave me a stern look, as someone would a petulant child. I growled louder at his audacity before Sams’ growl reached my ears. His alpha command to remain calm, and…shut up.
“What’s wrong with them?” I nearly hissed out.
“The canines, more or less, the abundance of them, and shape, it’s unlike anything I have seen. It’s as if she has a predators’ mouth. “I let my gaze lock with the teeth his pulling had revealed. On one side there were an ample amount of sharp points. Four to be exact, two were longer had a slight curve to them. My eyes travelled to the other side only to find the teeth there, smaller and blunt.
“Why is it only one side?” I asked like a child trying to figure out a rubix cube. The leech chuckled sadly.
“Baby teeth.” A growl erupted again, but this time it was not mine. I looked to Sam, finding his gaze hard and pained. I knew the Alpha had a soft spot for children, ever since he realized that Emily could not have children nearly 10 years ago. It dealt the pack a hard blow. We had all assumed imprinting was only because it chose the best candidate for passing on the gene to offspring. That theory went right out the window that day…along with Sam and Emily’s broken hearts.
“What else?” My voice broke the tense silence. Carlisle pushed his finger on the sharp point of one of her teeth, and I watched in shock as his marble skin cracked.
“I would like to do some blood tests, try to find out this anomaly…” I shook my head feverently. I didn’t want the leech poking and prodding my imprint with needles and running tests on her like she was some lab rat.
“I just want a small sample, just incase this anomaly is detrimental to her health in anyway, or the health of those around her.” I knew it was only a half truth. He was a doctor and something such as this of course peeked his interests, but he was right, whatever it was that made her like she was, could also be something to be concerned about.
“Is there anything else?” Sam broke in, his eyes roaming the small figure on the table.
“Well her teeth put her at about 9 or 10, but I can’t be certain, not until I run some tests, whatever it is that has caused her to develop these.” He motioned to her mouth. “Could have altered her teeth to a point where whatever I see, is not truth.” Our heads nodded in unison.
“But from the leg growth, rib structure, and set of her pelvis, I would say that she has not hit puberty yet, so even if she is a hundred in human years, she has the body of an adolescent. It has not fully developed. But I am fairly certain she can’t be much older then 9 or 10, it would be very hard to keep anyone from finding out about such a condition for so long.”
“When can we take her home?” I felt a slight tug of happiness as Sam spoke these words in a slight urgency. He intended she stay with us, on our land, as soon as possible.
“I wouldn’t move her just yet, you might jar her ribs and I would have to reset them all over again, and she is in too weak of a condition from blood loss and hypothermia to let her back out in the cold again. She needs to remain here for another week, maybe two, so I can insure that she doesn’t develop any ill side effects from her time in the cold, or her condition before hand.” I felt my heart plummet.
“We will of course, see to a room for you. So you may remain by her side until such time as she can leave.” His gaze lingered on mine, understanding flashing though them. He had already seen the effects of an imprint first hand with Jacob. I looked to Sam. He nodded at me, I knew he would be there with Emily if such a thing had happened, even more so if she was surrounded by leeches.
“I have her sedated at the moment, we can’t risk her waking and panicking, she would cause more damage to herself. It’s not much, but it should keep her asleep for the most part.” I tuned him out then. My eyes locked on the girl.
“She needs a name.” I mumbled more to myself then anyone.
“We can’t keep calling her ‘girl’ like she doesn’t mean anything…” Sadness crept into my voice.
“Well what would you like to call her?” I’m sure the leech was trying to be soothing, but it wasn’t helpful.
“I don’t know.” I let a sad smile play on my lips as I allowed my hand to brush back the damp black hair the stuck in stray strands to her forehead.
“I’m no good with names.” I felt the heat of tears threatening to fall the longer I looked at her, but I couldn’t stop from drinking in the sight of her. She was everything to me.
“Sky…” Sam tried. I gave him a questioning look.
“Well she fell from it didn’t she?” I let loose a soft laugh at his attempt to lighten the situation.
“I like it.” I smiled down at the girl…Sky. She fell from the sky, like an angel…Dear god I was being sissified by her already, but I would endure any pet name she would ever wish to call me, and do any embarrassing, pride robbing, demasculating , acts she could ever ask me. As long as she let me by her side, forever, and then some. I smiled down at her now. I was hers, and she would be mine. My imprint, my angel, my life, my Sky.
“Let’s move her to a bed.” I went to reach for her as Carlisle spoke this, but his cold hand stopped mine hastily. The cold of his marble skin almost painful against mine.
“It would be best if I moved her.” I glared at him harshly.
“I will jar her less.” He offered as an explanation. I jerked my arm from his grasp, but did not reach again.
We moved her to a spare bedroom on the second floor, a massive bed of silky blue sheets and fluffy pillows rested in the middle of it. He placed her down softly, careful not to let any part of her hit the mattress to hard and I found myself appreciating the care he took to set her at a comfortable position.
“You can have Edward and Bellas’ room…”
“No….not no, but hell no.” I spit out. I was NOT going to sleep on a bed that two vampires had screwed on, the thought was repulsive to say the least.
“I’ll stay in here, with her.” Carlisle nodded in understanding.
“Shall we a bring couch up?” I nodded. He left quickly, the slight jar of the door slowly closing the only evidence that he had been there.
“She will be alright Paul.” I had forgotten Sam was with me and snapped my head to him in surprise. He chuckled.
“Don’t worry, when you get used to the imprint, and she is in better condition, you will find more of your senses return.”
“She will never stop being the center of my attention.” I bit out a little to harshly, but Sam simply smiled in understanding.
“I didn’t say she wouldn’t be.” I accepted this thought as I crawled into bed beside Sky.
“Is something wrong with her? I mean…the anomalies?” Sam shook his head.
“Take a breath, smell her…does it smell like something is wrong?”
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