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

And pretty much all other characters, including Freddie and Maribel, 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 beta'ing it.

I also recommend you read the other spin-offs by liljenrocks, ari11990, AsagariMelody, Guzhong, twihardcaligurl, Dll10, and intiMACYx33. They're great, and worth reading!

This story takes place during 100 Years of Solitude... Okay, Maybe Just Five.

Wow. It feels incredibly weird saying this story is at it's end, but this is the epilogue, the final chapter.

I want to thank so many people... I will put the final list at the end, but I want to mention yay4shanghai right away, who made this story so much better and without her this story wouldn't have been possible. She created a universe that so many people were enthralled by and pulled into, and I'm so proud to say I was a part of it!

I had a real joy writing this, and I hope everyone loved reading it! It's been a wonderful seven months!

For the last time, enjoy!

The Epilogue - Molten Lava

May 23rd 2040

My time in La Push seemed to all blur together after Freddie and I finally had our talk, a mix of getting closer to the imprints and adjusting to reservation life. I went to school and got better at English with the help of Freddie and Annabelle.

Annie and I sparked a friendship one day, when Freddie had been busy with pack drama and I was bored out of my mind. I had previously been frightened at the idea of leaving home too much, as I had never strayed far on my own at all. Besides the nights Freddie and I would go on dates, I didn't explore or do much else but take care of the apartment.

But Freddie had been pleading me to step out and make friends with someone. He said he didn't want to keep me locked up or give anyone the impression he was keeping me inside like a prisoner. I knew he definitely wasn't, but he believed that I was isolating myself too much. I, on the other hand, believed I was isolating myself just the right amount. I was uncomfortable being with too many other people since I was so not used to it.

There were few other choices my age besides Annabelle, except for maybe Melody or Maddox, but Melody was 'busy' with Taylor and Maddox… well, she came with much too drama and many people I was close to didn't like her.

I preferred to not know what Mel and Taylor were doing, and in fact shied away whenever people mentioned it with smirks on their faces. So that left Annie.

I knew she couldn't have been bad because Randy was her best friend, and Freddie was too, I think… although whenever I asked him of his friendship with Annie he'd change the subject quickly. I was not an idiot, I knew that maybe he had pined for her, but I ignored those thoughts, because I also knew that she adored her Brady and Freddie liked me very, very much.

So I visited Annie and I found she was very sweet, as kind as I imagined, and immediately I befriended her. We spent most of our free time together, or at least free time not consumed by our wolves.

Freddie and I had not moved past kissing. It was very frustrating sometimes that, after a year and a half, he was not willing. I suppose it was just as much my fault as his, as I was extremely nervous to move forward…

I had only experienced a single, very short 'talk' with Soli, once, and it went something like this:

Soledad: Maribel, I am worried about you.

Me: Why?

Soledad: Because you are so fucking innocent that you have no idea how to handle anything.

Me: What?

Soledad: Ugh.

Me: What are you getting at?

Soledad: Just… ask Annie if you have questions about Freddie. I cannot do this.

Me: Questions about what?

And Soli hung up the phone. I knew exactly what she was talking about, because after I kissed Freddie for the first time, she hated giving me advice about him. I guessed she was battling with her instincts to protect me from getting… hurt or something, and her deep revulsion of speaking about her brother in 'that' way.

But I had not spoken to Annie yet. It would have been mortifying, at the least… I mean, even my own mother had not spoken to me of such things.

I hoped that she would have eventually, but it was difficult to say. I still ran away from thoughts of my mother and father, for fear of feeling pain over the missed years of my childhood with them. But, I could not keep it at bay. It was like a dull ache, but it was still there, and I could always feel them, feel the way they missed me and that they were still searching, even after nearly three years.

I wish that they would give up, but after meeting Leticia and seeing the way she loved my Freddie, I realized that they would not. I didn't realize that a mother could love her children as much as Leticia, but she did. My mother may have not loved me as much as she adored Freddie, but I was still her only daughter, one of the only companions in the lonely life my father provided, and I was always struck with guilt when I thought about her especially.

Freddie always found little ways to remind me that it was worth it, staying with him. He even found me a job, although I wasn't particularly fond of it. Annie had given me an apologetic look when I first told her I was working at Mr. Johnny's Fish Fry, and soon I found out why.

The man running it was old and as greasy as the food we served with eyes like a hawk and a disgusting odor. I did not like working with the fryers and getting oil stains all over my shirt, going home at the end of the day smelling like burnt fish, but it was much better than having his beady eyes on… my lady parts.

I was at least helping to bring money in, helping Freddie to pay for all of our necessities. Being the alpha meant being part of the council, which you got paid for. The reservation was not even close to wealthy or anything of the sort though, and it didn't support us fully. Freddie tried to shield me from knowing but I could see it.

I wanted to help even more than just working at Fish Fry; I didn't want to be shielded from anything at all. I had been shielded and hidden from every possible thing that was inappropriate or could upset me and I was, well, tired of it. I yearned to get the full picture, and Freddie realized that soon enough.

Freddie had been smiling a little more now that I made it clear I loved it when he did. He always smiled when I got home from work, and in turn I smiled at him when he got in from his own work. We would always kiss and cuddle and… Scratch that: we would always kiss and cuddle, nothing else.

And like I mentioned before, I was craving more by the time I turned seventeen only two weeks ago, and the yearning seemed to only increase each day, much to my distress. I had no idea what I was feeling, and this time I couldn't go to Soledad, who was my sister in almost every way, or even Freddie, who was now avoiding those talks like the plague. The desire was like molten lava under the surface burning my stomach with every touch and threatening to erupt painfully.

My thoughts of the past were interrupted as Freddie strode into my bedroom, shirtless and shoeless. His abs rippled and my mouth immediately became dry. He dropped next to me and softly kissed my temple, before moving down to my lips. I wished my stupid hand had enough courage to reach up and grab his hair, and that my tongue would poke out and taste his lips, but before I could even consider actually

doing so, he pulled back.

Frustration leaked into my expression and he sat back, looking confused and calculating as he studied me. He always studied me... I found it rather intimidating, but also... cute? No, cute was not the right world. I don't know what it was…

My stomach tightened dramatically as I finally found the right word: sexy. Freddie was unbelievably, indescribably, sexy.

I turned my face away from him, trying to hide the burning red blush now rolling across my cheeks. He seemed surprised by this, and his hand cupped my cheek automatically, forcing my chin to jut upward so my eyes met his. The warm milk chocolate soothed me immediately. It was like looking into the sun, scorching hot but it wasn't too bright; you could look straight in and be greeted by only pleasantness and ease.

I scooted closer and placed my hand on his chest, my fingers tracing over the indents and valleys of his muscles. His eyes widened for a moment and then he started to move away from me… I snapped.

I was so tired of not moving forward, of feeling like he was rejecting me even though my heart said that he was just as nervous as I, and most of all I was sick of having to hide all of the things I wanted to do with him, to experience.

So this time, I didn't think about it before my hand snapped up and grabbed his hair, forcing his mouth to mine. He seemed shocked and let me move my lips gently over his… until my tongue very slowly poked through, getting a taste of his lips. They tasted so good, that I practically growled when he jerked back.

"Mari-" he murmured, his eyes still wide as saucer plates. I shook my head roughly and then lunged towards him again, smashing my mouth against his. I got no response, and instead of trying harder I pulled back, dropping my eyes.

"You don't want to be with me that way at all, do you?" I cringed, bringing my legs to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. I hung my head in shame when he didn't reply right away.

His hand started stroking my back, and as I cautiously snuck a look at him, I was enraged to find that he was smiling. He chose to do that now? He could have done it yesterday or the day before or even tomorrow, but not now, not at this moment! Tears stung my eyes as I roughly pushed up from the bed and stormed out of the room.

I felt Freddie get up behind me and follow me to the kitchen where I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms as he approached, still smiling.

"Maribel… I'm sorry for upsetting you. I just… I just find it rather…amusing that you would ever believe I wouldn't want to be with you in any way possible," he whispered slowly, crouching down so we were eye to eye yet again.

My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in, impossibly sluggish and even a little hesitant, though I suspected he was giving me room to back away from him if I wanted to. Our lips met for the third time and I responded immediately, opening my mouth and trailing my tongue across his lips, asking for him to do the same. He did.

I grinned hugely as our tongues flitted around each other and I tasted more of him, more of his perfection. I let out a moan of pleasure as his hand traveled up the indent of my waist to the side of my breast, his fingers resting inches from my hardening nipple.

I hardly realized what was happening as I backed him up to the table and he laid flat on top of it, pulling me on top of him. My knees found their way to either side of Freddie's waist, supporting my weight so my breasts were pressed to his bare chest.

His hands flew back to my waist, and in turn I placed my own over his, guiding them to the waistband of my pants. He froze for a moment before his fingers snuck under it, gently tugging as if asking for permission.

He flipped me over so he was now on top of me, kneeling on the table because his hands were slowly twisting my shorts off. With one last pull, they were on the floor and he was staring at my plain pink panties.

I had never really experienced the wetness that was gathering there, and I was a little embarrassed by it. I started to close my legs which were currently spread apart. Freddie's hands stopped me as he shook his head, looking up and mouthing the word 'amazing' to me before one of his hands disappeared.

I shuddered as he started to rub the soft material of my underwear, squirming as the need to be near him became greater. He began to rub circles, harder and harder until I could not keep in the yelp of anxiety.

He smirked and shifted so his stiff member was pressed against my thigh. I ground my teeth together and arched my back so my stomach was rubbing against it.

I had no vacillation in grabbing the hem of my shirt and ripping it over my head so only my white bra was visible. It wasn't special, but Freddie seemed not to care as he unclasped it.

I got more and more self-conscious as he stared at my almost completely naked body, but didn't move. Finally one of his hands reached and found my breast, cupping it gently as he nipped at it, his tongue scorching searing pleasure through my body as it flitted around.

I moaned again, fiery hot spikes of heat wrapping around my body and making me jerk and flail my limbs when he ripped off my panties. I was shocked for a moment and froze up, and in that second he panicked.

"Oh shit, oh shit I'm so sorry!" he said, suddenly miserable and halfway across the room. I was still panting, lying on the table completely naked, and now one hundred percent fed up.

"Freddie, get the fuck back here... I want you. I want you now," I demanded. He had never heard me swear before, and maybe that's part of what convinced him to come back over and kneel on the floor so his head was positioned next to my wet center.

I scooted forward slightly and managed to make my toes hook around his shorts. I pushed them down and they fell to the floor.

I stared at his member for a terribly short amount of time, but it was nice. I knew I would never see anything like it, anything as amazing as his naked body. He scooted forward all too soon, so I could only see his head, although I wasn't complaining all too much; his eyes were equally as intoxicating.

He licked his lips, shuddering. "I can't believe how…wet…" he seemed unable to finish his sentence as he felt between my spread legs. I arched my back and grabbed his hair, holding myself up as he began.

I had never wanted to learn much about sex. I knew that there may be some pain, but I had never imagined it would be to this extent… yet, I would never, ever want Freddie to stop because the pleasure was so much…more than that.

My toes curled as I let out profanities in rapid Spanish, though I never let up my grip on his hair, holding him in place and guiding his movements at the same time.

The pain increased as the pleasure did, and the balloon that must have been inside me was growing larger, filling and filling with the two. I jerked and shrieked my vision blurring out as the heat became overwhelming. It was a good thing I had turned the fan on, or I would have fainted…

And then, I let out the loudest scream I could manage as the balloon grew too large, too big… and it popped.

The pain was still there, but I could barely keep track of it as ecstasy rolled through me. I emitted more squeaks and my body jerked one last time before I fell to the table, panting and shuddering. I was astonished, completely and immeasurably, as Freddie fell on top of me again, kissing me again and again until my lips were sore.

Suddenly, he moaned and jerked so he was over me and his member was positioned again at my entrance. I eagerly arched my back again so he was inside a little, and that seemed to be the only invitation he needed to thrust forward.

I shrieked a little, and this time I could see him cringe at my pain, so I pressed my palm to his cheek, encouraging him to go on. He thrust again, and I moaned as he got deeper.

The pain was greater, but so was the bliss… it consumed every inch of me as he got deeper and his thrusts got more and more until the table was sliding back and forth with us, the legs scraping against the white tile floor.

The balloon was inflating again growing larger, and I could feel his member pulsating now, and then… both of us, burst.

We collapsed at the same time, his hot body covering every inch of my sweaty one so I felt all of his crevices and bumps and imperfections, though there was barely an inch of mishap on his body. The rest was completely right, utterly perfect.

He was magnificent, every part of his body shining and in that moment I knew that I would never want to leave his side, never. I wanted to be with him forever; be able to join together like this again and again, as much as we desired and as often.

He was part vampire, which meant he was immortal. He wouldn't be able to stop phasing and start aging again… No, that was impossible.

I took a deep breath, because I made up my mind in a second: I was going to be a vampire.

The realization had me spinning in circles, but, temporarily, I pushed the idea out of my head. I wanted to live now, to experience the joy that was emitting off of Freddie in this moment.

He let out a huge laugh, flipping over so he was on top of me again, kissing my forehead and relaxing over my body, his arms cradling my chest against his. I could sleep forever in his hold.

He shifted so we were next to each other rather than top and bottom, when all of a sudden, we heard a crack.

Freddie and I both froze, looking at each other in shock. Suddenly, we heard another snap and were sliding across the surface, down to the floor. We landed with a thump on our backs, still staring at each other in shock. A blush spread across my cheek and down my breasts and shoulders to my stomach.

"Uh, Freddie, did we just break the table?"

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