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Post by Paul Meraz on Jul 11, 2010 10:49:47 GMT -5
He had been running shifts that night, and hating every single minute of it. Why did Sam have to give him the long shifts? Seriously, why him?
There was nothing in the woods that day. Absolutely nothing. He had gotten so bored going in circles, seeing the same thing over and over and over. The scenery kept repeating itself. Everything was green, squishy, and damp.
Soon it started to rain, and Paul was starting to hate life. He hated it when his fur was wet. It just made shifts even more tedious and aggravating.
He was just about to give up, just about to tell Sam that there was nothing and to stop making him do these ridiculous patrols. Then he caught a scent. It was vampire alright. Definantly vampire. But it wasn't any Cullen, however. It was some new vampire. Well, maybe not new but it was a new scent to the La Push territory.
Paul let out a ferocious snarl and ran off to the direction at which the wind had carried the scent to him and then stopped when he saw the bloodsucker.
*Sorry, so short. And also, don't worry. Paul will not kill you. He's feeling generous today 
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