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Summary:
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... ;)


Notes:
Disclaimer: pretty much, all of these heart-melting characters belong to that Stephenie Meyer chick. Except for some choice additions... P.S. Is there any way I can bribe you guys to review more?


11. Expect the Unexpected

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1664   Review this Chapter

Hunter’s eyes widened in surprise. “Huh?” he said stupidly.

Jacob laughed. “You told me something that’s really been bugging me for the past few weeks. It went something like…” Jacob paused and tried to remember the exact words. “…something like to love and let go is one thing but-”

“-to love and love and love, with no remorse for stealing away a piece of the other’s sanity, isn’t fair,” Hunter finished, staring blankly at Jacob.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Jacob grinned.

“My mother told me that once,” Hunter said mildly. “It was right after her divorce with my step-father.”

“Your mother told you that?” Jacob asked. His expression became withdrawn as he wrestled with some inner turmoil. Hunter wondered if he should interrupt Jacob’s thoughts but decided against it. Jacob, after coming to some conclusion, spoke. “What did you say your last name was?”

“I didn’t,” Hunter replied, plucking a blade of grass out of the ground and crushing it between his forefinger and thumb.

“Well, what is it?” Jacob asked, dodging an explanation.

“Mason,” Hunter responded bluntly as he looked away from the poor piece of grass and into Jacob’s eyes with curiosity. “What does it matter to you?”

“Ummm…” Jacob smiled sheepishly. “Maybe you should just meet her first, okay?”

“Jacob…” Hunter growled warningly.

“Relax, relax,” Jacob laughed, trying to reassure Hunter.

“Whatever, let’s just go.”

“Maybe you should stay here and I’ll bring her to you,” Jacob said, now standing up.

“Good point. I’ll wait.”

Jacob agreed and took off running. Hunter waited as patiently as he could, turning Jacob’s questions over in his mind. Why would he have become so strange when Hunter mentioned his mother? Hunter sat in silence, grateful that Edward was too far away to hear his thoughts. Jacob seemed to be easily enamored with what he couldn’t have… Maybe…

Hunter shook the thought from his mind. It was too cliché, too unorthodox. Even though Bella was so much like her…and Jacob had once loved Bella so much…

After a long half-hour of waiting, Hunter finally smelled the return of Jacob. There was a new smell that accompanied him. The girl that was with him was hot-blooded, which made Hunter dizzy but not beyond control. Her scent reminded him of licorice and pungent roses. The smell was calming and, somehow, the footsteps seemed familiar as they approached. Keeping in tune with the two arriving, Hunter held himself perfectly still. He was curious to find out who Jacob had imprinted on. When they had at last came into view, Hunter’s breath stopped and his eyes widened into perfect saucers.

The young girl linking arms with Jacob Black was his own flesh and blood.

“Vivien!” he groaned, holding his head in his hands. His younger sister recognized him and gasped with excitement.

“Hunter!” she squealed, running to her brother who sat frozen in the grass. Vivien buried her face in the nape of his neck and sobbed. “We’ve missed you. We’ve missed you. We’ve missed you...”

Hunter remained frozen as his younger sister babbled with relief. Jacob stood, leaning against the tree, thinking. Hunter glared at him with evil eyes but said nothing. Vivien continued to cry on Hunter’s shoulder, talking about the numerous searches and phone calls and police reports and family members visiting and...

“Vivien,” Hunter said quietly when his sister had calmed down, “perhaps, did you mention something that Mom told us once? When she divorced Jim?”

Not understanding, Vivien blinked innocently.

“Maybe a phrase?” Hunter said helpfully, hoping to jog Vivien’s memory. “It went something like to love and let go is one thing but-”

“-to love and love and love, with no remorse for stealing away a piece of the other’s sanity, isn’t fair,” Vivien finished for Hunter, grinning. “Yes, I told him. I’ve only known him for a few days but I can’t help but spill my guts around him.”

Hunter nodded but glared at Jacob again, who shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably. “Really? And why is that?” Hunter asked.

Vivien blushed. “I don’t know…” she mumbled, glancing over her shoulder at Jacob who gazed back at her, a warm smile painting his face.

Hunter rolled his eyes.

Vivien turned her attention back to her lost brother. “You know, you’re so different now…” She paused and combed through Hunter’s hair and patted his shoulder and smelled the side of his face. “Your hair is different, it’s so perfect and soft. It wasn’t like that before. And you’re rock solid, but I know for a fact that you were bony and…not rock solid before. And the way you smell… It’s…it’s…” Vivien hesitated, looking into her brother’s now golden eyes. “Are you wearing contacts?” she demanded, suddenly distracted by the changed color of Hunter’s eyes.

Hunter shook his head and looked mournfully into Vivien’s face.

“Well, they’re different…” Vivien continued to examine Hunter’s changed features. “But, Hunter, Mom’s going to be so happy when you get home!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her brother, hugging him tightly.

Hunter cleared his throat and Vivien looked up at him. For the first time, she saw how miserable he looked. “Vivien, I’m not going home,” Hunter said in a loud voice.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Vivien whined, “But, why? We’ve missed you…”

“I can’t go home because of…of… Well, this is going to sound really stupid… Vivien, I’m a vampire.”

Vivien sat up and examined Hunter’s face to see if he was joking then laughed out loud. “You really had me going, for a second,” she said as she laughed. “I didn’t think that you would go so far as to say that you’re a vampire. But, whatever… Does it have something to do with your book or something? Is that it?”

Hunter groaned and looked to Jacob for help. Jacob sauntered over to Vivien and scooped her up into his arms. ‘Vivien,” Jacob said as he cradled her closely, “he’s not lying.”

Vivien sighed and rested her head on Jacob’s shoulder. “I don’t think so. Vampires aren’t real.”

“Really?” Hunter’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “I suppose werewolves aren’t real, either. Right?”

Jacob’s eyes seethed with anger. He mouthed the words, “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare,” over and over again.

However, Vivien’s curiosity was piqued and she lifted her head up to stare at Hunter. “What are you talking about?”

Hunter chuckled malevolently but said nothing else except, “I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.”

Vivien snorted, returning her head to Jacob’s shoulder. “I hope you don’t try and pull this crap on Mom when-”

Crap!?” Hunter exclaimed, folding his arms across his chest angrily. “I’m telling you the truth, Vivien Renee Mason! That day when I came to this park I got lost. And – wouldn’t you know it? – two vampires thought it would be a great idea to ‘adopt’ me as their son. I made up my mind that I didn’t want to get my family involved because I didn’t want to put you into danger, Vivien.” Hunter glared at his sister, who was still being cradled protectively by Jacob. “But I see it’s too late to keep you from being involved in the impossible now,” he snapped, turning his attention to Jacob.

Silence.

Vivien wiped the corners of her eyes, unused to her brother yelling at her. She prodded Jacob to let her down and she approached Hunter. Standing only feet away from him, Vivien leaned in towards his face. Her nose was inches from Hunter’s. “Prove it, then,” she growled

Hunter’s lips split into a wry grin and he dashed to the nearest tree and tore it up by its roots. Vivien’s mouth hung open loosely as she watched Hunter rip the tree in half. The tree groaned in protest but easily snapped under Hunter’s strength, spraying splinters. Rushing over to Vivien, Hunter smiled triumphantly.

“Do you believe me now?” he asked, poking her in the side.

Vivien nodded numbly and backed away slowly. The smile faded from Hunter’s face as he watched his sister retreat a few yards. Jacob quickly placed his arm around Vivien’s waist and led her closer to Hunter again.

“This is why I didn’t go back, Viv,” Hunter muttered quietly. His face was downcast and sorrowful.

Vivien lifted her shaking hand to Hunter’s face and touched it gingerly. “If you’re a vampire,” she asked breathlessly, “then…why are you out in the daylight?”

Hunter’s countenance was shocked and he let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, Vivs, what are you talking about?”

“Shouldn’t you be melting or something?” she asked again, less shyness in her voice.

Hunter grinned and Jacob let out a sigh of relief. “No, that’s just a myth.”

Vivien pouted. “Does it have any truth to it at all?”

“Sort of… We have to be careful when we’re out in the daytime. Come here, I’ll show you something.” Hunter moved towards a stream of sunlight that filtered in through the green canopies. Sticking his hand in it, Vivien gasped in wonder. It glittered remarkably. Moving closer, Vivien held Hunter’s cold hand in her warm ones.

“Is there anything else I should know?” she asked solemnly.

Hunter, guessing what she wanted to hear by her tone, replied, “I don’t…eat…people, if that’s what you mean.”

Vivien’s face brightened considerably. “Well, then, there’s no danger. So, let’s go tell Mom!” Tugging at Hunter’s arm, she tried to make him move.

“No danger?” Hunter said, pulling his hand away. “There’s plenty of danger. Just not the immediate I-think-I’m-hungry kind. Look, you go home now but promise that you won’t tell Mom?”

Vivien sighed and mumbled, “Fine, alright,” then looked up into Hunter’s face again. “But, will I see you again?”

Hunter glanced at Jacob who nodded. “I think we can arrange something.” Vivien hugged him one last time then started to walk away when Hunter stopped her. “Be careful, alright?”

Vivien flashed a grin. “Sure, Big Brother, whatever.”