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A Fresh Start

Claire's been gone for four years. What's in store for her when she returns home? Quil/Claire


8. Perfect

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After the bonfire, Quil and Claire drove back to her house in peaceful silence. When they reached her house, Claire’s serenity was broken by the memory of the argument with her father. She knew that she would have to confront him eventually, so she decided that now was better than later. “Hey Quil,” she said, her voice soft as not to startle him, “Do you think you could drop me off and then come back in about an hour? I want to talk to my dad.”

Quil nodded, his face solemn. “Just call me if you need me before that.”

“Okay,” she agreed, leaning over to kiss him softly on the lips. She pulled away and hopped out of the car.

Claire was positive that her father would be waiting for her and she was proven right when she entered the house to find him reading a newspaper in the living room. He didn’t seem to hear her enter, so she thought she’d make her presence known. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” she asked, her tone just a bit more snappish than she would have liked it to be. She wanted to talk with him, not argue.

Her father looked up at the sound of her voice. “I waited up for you, honey,” he told her. “We need to talk.” An ashamed look appeared on his face. “I’m so sorry about my comments earlier. They were out of line and completely untrue. Neither your mother nor I think of you as a source of income for this family. We just thought that one day we could have a better life for all of us and that you could help with that. But you most know Claire, that first and foremost, I only want what’s best for you. If you don’t think that college is, that’s fine, but I’m gonna have to say that I think it would be a waste of your talents not to go.”

Claire just stared at him for a few moments, shocked that he was so willing to let go of his dreams of luxury. “I don’t even know what I want to do yet, Dad,” she informed him. “But when I do, it will be my decision. Not yours’.”

“I know that now, sweetheart,” he told her. “Can you forgive me for acting so pigheaded before?”

“Okay,” she whispered, walking over to where he was sitting to give him a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “I love you, Daddy,” in his ear.

“I love you, too,” he murmured back.

Claire got up and nodded towards her room. “I’m going to go get changed for bed now. Good night.”

“Sweet dreams, Claire.”

As she was getting changed, she started to hum to herself, unable to contain her happiness. Now everything was perfect. She had reconciled with her father and she had gotten together with Quil.

A knock sounded on the window. Quil, Claire thought to herself with a smile. He had come early. Somehow, he always knew just when to show up.

She went and threw open the window. “Hi Quil,” she greeted, only to find that no one was there. She leaned out the window to get a better look. “Hello? Quil? Where are you?” She looked around some more, but still came up with nothing. “This isn’t funny, Quil.”

“I’m not Quil,” said a smooth male voice from behind her.

Before she could scream, a cold hand covered her mouth. “This might hurt a bit, love,” the voice informed her.

Something sharp pierced her neck and all she could feel after that was pain.


Quil whistled merrily to himself as he drove back to Claire’s house. God, he couldn’t wait to see her. Kiss her. Touch her.

He and Claire were perfect for each other. He may have the supernatural ability to turn into a werewolf, but that was equally matched by her supernatural intelligence. They would always be together, no matter what.

The shrill ringing of his cell phone brought him out of his thoughts. He answered it before it could ring a second time. “Claire?” he said, his voice warm. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“This isn’t Claire, you idiot. Haven’t you ever learned to check to see who’s calling?” came an annoyed female voice. Leah.

“What do you want?” Quil snapped, angry that she was interrupting his peaceful evening. He was just parking in front of Claire’s house now and wanted to get inside as quickly as possible.

“Well, I just thought that you might like to know that Embry and Seth caught that scent of a vampire in La Push on their patrols tonight,” she told him, her tone sarcastic.

“What?” Quil exclaimed. “Tell Jacob that I’ll morph as soon as I can. I want to check to make sure that Claire’s okay first.”

“Whatever,” Leah responded and hung up. Quil couldn’t help but to think tha,t even though Leah was with Jacob now, she still acted like a bitch. Some things never change.

The second that Quil opened the car door, his nostrils were assaulted by an all too familiar scent. Bloodsucker.

He jumped out of his car and raced to make sure that Claire was okay. He was frightened to find that the scent became stronger as he ran towards her window. Please let her be okay, he silently prayed.

When he finally reached her room, the first thing he noticed was that she was not there. The second was the blood on her carpet.

He fell to his knees. “Claire,” he whispered, before his world turned to black.


The Cullen Family, Alaska.

“Beat you again, Edward,” Alice Cullen smugly trilled, as she defeated her brother at a game of chess for the second day in a row.

Edward frowned at her. “It was just luck,” he retorted.

“Sore loser,” she sang back to him.

Bella Cullen, Edward’s wife, gave a tinkling laugh. “Let Alice bask in her glory without being such a grump about it,” she scolded him.

He smiled crookedly at her and pulled her into his lap. “Would you like to cheer me up over my agonizing defeat?” he growled playfully into her ear.

“Hey, none of that now,” Alice said with a small smile on her face. Suddenly, the happy expression was wiped of her face and replaced by the blank look that she got when she was having a vision.

When she came to, she was seized by horror. “Oh, no” she whispered.

“What did you see, Alice?” Bella asked, her voice frightened.

“The Volturi. They’re back in Forks.”