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Image Hosted by ImageShack.us 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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10. Apology

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For the next week, Bella paced back and forth in front of the phone. She had hoped, blindly, that Jacob would return at least one of her many phone calls. Billy no longer answered the phone after the third day of Bella’s desperation. Billy had told Bella that, as soon as Jacob returned home, he would have Jacob call back. Bella had been so sure that this meeting would provide Hunter with some closure, but she had been wrong. Hunter often would watch Bella pace in front of the phone, when Edward was off hunting, and would write in his newest acquired notebook. Bella would occasionally sit down next to Hunter and try to look over his shoulder. Hunter would lean away from Bella’s curiosity, not wanting to trust her.

“Why don’t you call someone from the pack? I’m sure they’d know more about Jacob then his dad would.”

Hunter’s comment piqued Bella’s interest. “Why would you say that?” she asked innocently.

Hunter looked up from his writing, slightly annoyed. “Do you tell your father everything that goes on between you and this coven of vampires, Bella?”

Bella thought to herself, her eyebrows sloped in an elegantly puzzled expression. “No,” she finally replied, “and I guess Jacob wouldn’t tell Billy everything, either.”

“Duh,” Hunter snapped, returning to his writing.

“I don’t see why you’re so upset about this,” Bella snapped back. “You’re the one who caused this mess anyways… Unless…” Bella examined Hunter’s face more closely. Hunter tried to focus on what he was writing and avoided Bella’s contemptuous stare. “Unless that’s what’s bothering you,” Bella finished when she was confident in her assumption. Hunter refused to look at her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he growled, writing furiously.

“Does what you said to Jacob really bother you so much that you’d avoid the subject completely?” Bella asked.

Hunter looked up at Bella with a blank stare then returned to his writing. Bella waited patiently for him to speak and Hunter could feel the tension rise in the air. “So, there was another massacre. This time in Oak Harbor. You know, that’s only three hours from here,” he said bluntly when he finally found his voice. “It wasn’t as bad as the first one, but it’s still really sad. A man and a woman went missing last night-”

“Hunter, that has nothing to do-” Bella tried to interrupt, but to no avail.

Hunter continued, “-and they found the woman. She was drained of blood, like the family last week. However, they haven’t found the man…”

Bella didn’t say anything when Hunter trailed off. She simply reached out her hand and stopped Hunter from writing. He looked down at her hand briefly touching his then looked Bella in the eyes.

“It does bother you, doesn’t it?”

Hunter swallowed. “I suppose,” he sighed.


Hunter thought about what he would say carefully. “I can’t tell him to let go when I’m having the same problems.”

“What do you mean?”

Hunter shook his head and continued writing. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Oh,” Bella said when she pulled her hand away quietly. “If I went to see Sam, would you come with me?”

Hunter paused. “Sure,” he answered.

“Great! Let’s go,” Bella said enthusiastically as she pulled on Hunter’s hand and led him outside. He rolled his eyes and nearly objected, but he knew it would be better if he apologized to Jacob. Or, if Jacob wasn’t there, to the pack.

“He's in the Bogachiel State Park,” Sam told Bella when the pack arrived at the border of their territory. Hunter was standing apart from the rest of the group, now thinking of when he woke up to the alluring Anna in the forest. His memory seemed so long ago…

“I need to see him!” Bella exclaimed, her voice wavering. “He needs to know that I'm sorry, I didn't-“

Sam rolled his eyes and stopped Bella. “Look, you didn't do anything. It wasn't your fault,” he said authoritatively, glaring at Hunter as he spoke.

Hunter picked up on the less-than-subtle hint and cleared his throat. “Since it’s my fault, then, I suppose I should be the one to apologize. Not you, Bella,” Hunter added as an afterthought when Bella shot him a confused glance. Quickly, Hunter disappeared from sight. He pushed himself to run faster than he had run before, faster than when he was chased by the werewolves. Within moments he had arrived at the park that would have taken twenty minutes by car. After spending twenty minutes mildly searching the entire northern part of the park, a sickly-sour smell wafted into Hunter’s nostrils. Following the scent, Hunter was able to trace its owner. When he pushed passed a few large trees, Hunter’s sight confirmed what his smell already told him. Jacob was lying asleep in a pile of leaves. Thankfully, in his human form. His chest rose and fell with each breath. Hunter decided that this would have to be the calmest Jacob could ever be. Approaching him carefully, Hunter sat down across from the sleeping figure. After throwing a few pebbles at Jacob, the beast woke up and an angry spark lit up in his eyes.

“Dammit!” he said loudly. “Who do you think you are?! Why can’t you just leave me alone??”

Hunter paused and thought of answering Jacob’s question, but decided against it. “You know, I wish I could run around without a shirt like you.”

Jacob blinked twice. “What?”

“Yeah,” Hunter continued, “but I can’t, really. First of all, my skin is bright enough to be used as an alternative to the sun. Second of all, if I ran around in circles really fast without a shirt, I’d give everyone epileptic seizures.”

Jacob snorted.

“Don’t laugh,” Hunter said very seriously, “it’s the truth.”

“What do you want?” Jacob asked, much calmer than before.

“I’m sorry about what I said to you. I’m not even going to make up some excuse. It was wrong.”

Yawning, Jacob rubbed his eyes and said, “You were right, though.”

Hunter thought to himself for a moment before answering. “Yeah, I was. But it was still wrong.”

“That’s okay. I took your advice and let go,” Jacob announced proudly.

Hunter sat up a little straighter. “What do you mean?”

Jacob grinned. “You wanna meet her?”