Hunter is cocky, cynical, and careless. His two weaknessess are lack of trust and writing. When his mother encourages him to do something other than writing, he drives to a nearby state park for some peace and quiet. However, when darkness closes in around him, Hunter finds himself lost. Frustrated and tired, he decides to look for it in the morning when the sun is up. In the dead of night, Hunter wakes up to unfamiliar voices. One is a beautiful voice of a woman and the other is the voice of a hateful man who wants nothing to do with Hunter. The man and woman turn him into something he thought never was possible. Hunter is then forced to endure a new life, a new set of values, a new family, and a new diet. He then comes in contact with the werewolves of La Push and meets Jacob. After he eventually comes to terms with himself, a massive responsibility is forced on his shoulders that changes him…hopefully, for the better. Most characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. IRIS!!! Beautiful banner, I owe you a high five and maybe a surprise... ;)
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1. New Life
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I was lost.
The beautiful green foliage and towering trees that swayed above me at first seemed to be a refuge. I had wanted so badly to be alone, to get away from my nagging sister and bright eyed mother who would forever be finding something “useful” for me to do instead of writing.
I had wanted so badly to be alone…and now I was.
Looking around, the trees and the underbrush seemed the same in every direction I turned. No variation. No markings. How could I have been so stupid to think I could find my way back to the path without markings? I swore under my breath. In a vain attempt of retracing my steps for what seemed like hours, I had only become more and more lost. In complete frustration I sat down on a fallen tree trunk and let out an angry breath. It would be dark soon and I had no idea where I was. My car could easily be four or five miles away and I knew I couldn’t get to it in the time between now and dusk. My only other option was to make some shelter and stay in the Bogachiel State Park of Washington until dawn. The tree trunk I sat on had a small hollow. I made up my mind to curl up beside it and use the hollow as protection for my head. My book bag, containing my notebooks and pencils and a few granola bars, I used for a pillow.
It was easy to fall asleep.
“I like him.”
The musical voice hummed near my ear as I lay quietly on the ground. I wasn’t sure how long the voices had been speaking, or how long it took me to reach full consciousness, but somehow I dreaded them. I was always taught that first assumptions were usually wrong, but somewhere in my gut I knew that these voices were unnatural.
“I’ve told you before that I don’t want anything to do with another newborn.”
“I’m sure he’ll have better control over himself than the last one.” The pretty, feminine voice was soothing and comforting to my ears. Yet, my mind fought the sweet sounds. The man’s voice, on the other hand, was malicious and easy to hate.
“And if he doesn’t?” The words came out of the man’s mouth cold and unsettling.
I could feel the woman stroke the hair on the back of my head before answering. I shuddered without meaning to and she giggled to herself. “If he doesn’t,” she said with finality, “we could always get rid of him.”
“The same way we got rid of the others?” the man snarled. “I’m sick of giving into your little indulgences only to clean up afterwards.”
“Not even one more?” her persuasive voice purred. My mind was slowly being numbed by her savagely enticing tones. I dreaded opening my eyes to see what this woman looked like.
“What if you don’t like him?” the man replied feebly. Even I could tell that his argument was weakening.
“How could I not like him?”
I felt the deathly cold hands caress my face gently.
“What if he doesn’t like you?”
“We can’t just leave him here, regardless if he likes us or not,” the woman retorted haughtily. “Let’s drive him home and, please, consider it?”
The man snorted loudly. It sounded like a weak attempt at a laugh. “Fine,” he drawled sarcastically. “Get him into the car and we’ll change him then.”
“Darling,” the woman whispered in my ear softly, “it’s time to go home, now.”
Almost drunkenly, I allowed my eyes to flutter open. Even though I had been awake throughout most of their conversation, I still felt the effects of sleep. It didn’t help that a strong, sugary smell wafted off of the woman’s pallid skin.
“Wh-who…what…?” The questions bundled together as my tongue, tied in painful knots, tried to force them out of my mouth. My half-sleeping mind became infested with every twisted story that I have ever read. It seemed the monsters from those books, ones that I could laugh at in the daylight, mocked me as the moon’s devilish light danced across this woman’s face. I was completely unable to look away from the innocent face with waves of brown hair and large red eyes. The man didn’t seem a threat to me as long as this woman held my gaze.
I’m…bewitched… I thought frailly.
She flashed a wicked smile and a primitive fear welled up inside my throat.
“His heart’s beating faster,” the man scoffed.
Beating was hardly the word for it. It felt like white-hot blood throbbed and pounded as it raced through my veins. The woman in front of me was still grinning with pearly teeth as she wriggled with excitement.
“Can’t we just change him now?!!” she barked impatiently. Then, calmer, “He’ll make such a good son.”
Panic reeled in the back of my mind. “S-son?” I stammered. “I don’t… I have…”
A childish laugh came from the woman’s perfectly formed mouth. “You have a family, we know. They always do. But we want you for our family. Forever.”
My instincts, normally suppressed by logic and reason, caused me to jump up and run in some obscure direction. In a dead sprint, I dodged trees and bushes. When I stopped to catch my breath, I mentally kicked myself for leaving my book bag inside the tree’s hollow. A rush of air blew passed me and I hesitated to look up. As I did I noted the expensive hiking boots, worn and tattered; plain denim jeans; a thin tee-shirt, no design or logo on the front. Protruding from the sleeves of the shirt were long, muscular arms that were paler than the whites of my eyes. I shuddered and, still winded, gasped for breath as I looked into the sinister red eyes of the man. He looked at me with relative disinterest and no emotion.
“He’s a little scrawny, don’t you think?” he complained. I was taken aback at the casualty with which he looked me over. I felt like a new fad and these two were simply shopping for a temporary distraction. I refused to think of how they would toss me aside, like children who would grow bored with new toys.
My mind registered a flash of light beside me. The woman instantly was beside the man and she squinted her eyes as she scrutinized me as well.
“Hmmmmm…” she hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe, but he looks so refined and sophisticated. You know, the way the educated men used to look.”
“Ahh. Yes. I see what you mean, now,” the man agreed. The woman’s comment seemed to put me in the man’s favor. At the moment, I really didn’t care. My mortal mind was still trying to comprehend how the woman could have moved so quickly to be at the man’s side.
With liquid motion, she seemed to dance next to me. I stood up straighter, now more fully aware of her sugary scent.
“Let’s change him now,” she demanded. The man sighed and, with a wave of his hand, acknowledged her want. She clapped her hands together and held them to her lips as she gazed at me more fervently. My body trembled as her dangerously hypnotizing eyes leaned in closer to mine. “This will hurt,” she whispered softly to me.
She lifted my arm slowly to her lips and bit down with a delicate but firm force. I shouted and tried to pull away, but her frozen hands held my arm close. With shaking knees, I fell to the ground when she let me go. I held my arm close to my chest as my blood burned. Blackness crowded around the edges of my eyes and pushed the world out of focus.
Burns…burns…burns… I thought vaguely to myself as I slipped in and out of awareness.
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