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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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12. Unsuccessful Children

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I watched from the roadside as Jacob disappeared from view with his arm around my sister’s waist. Mixed emotions spun webs in my head as I wandered towards the Cullen’s home, a place I have involuntarily called my home as well. I realized that I had also begun to call them my family as well. Subconsciously, I didn’t mind. However, after my meeting with Vivien and the rebirth of depression, I knew I could never be fully happy without my old family involved in my new life. Even if it meant that my sister would date a werewolf.

As I trudged slowly onward, it began to rain.

I looked up cautiously into the blackened clouds and continued marching through the Bogachiel State Park. The mixed emotions were hard to identify. Hope for reconnection with my living family, fear of rejection, a protective haunting over my young sister, and general heartache for deep loss and change. I knew she would love to get to know my new family…my dead family. My thoughts strayed to Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Bella, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, and Alice. Vivien would adore their acceptable lifestyle among other heroic nonsense like…

Like taking in some cynical jerk like me.

I sighed heavily, completely aware that I have been mistreating the only people who were willing to take me in, although the circumstances were peculiar. The rain pelted my icy skin and it made me itch with its liquid texture as it rolled down my body. In every way possible, I was unable to keep my mind away from how my sister had easily acknowledged what I was after I tore the tree in half. Of course, I’m almost ashamed that I thought less of her. We were close enough in age to be good friends and we had already been through so much together. Our father’s death, our mother’s remarriage, our mother’s divorce…

I remember that first night without our father…

“Hunter?” Vivien’s small voice was carried to my ears in a sob, equally small.

“Hmmph?” I mumbled, turning over to face her.

Vivien’s deep brown eyes widened inside her cherubic face. Glittering tears pulled to the surface of her eyes. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” she begged.

Moving over, I made room for my seven year old sister.

“Mom’s crying still,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, sniffing.

“Hmmph,” I responded. It had been a long day and I had a feeling it would be a longer night.

After a long silence, and just when I thought Vivien had finally dozed off, she asked, “Will you sing me a song, Hunter?”

“Hmmph!” I mumbled in protest loudly. Vivien turned to face me.

“Please?” she pleaded with large, round eyes.

The deep brown in her eyes melted my composure. “What do you want me to sing?”


I didn’t have the nerve to roll my eyes. And, being only nine, I didn’t have the guts to sing it alone. “Only if you sing with me.”

“Promise?” she giggled hopefully.

“Promise,” I said.

Quietly, in the safety of my baseball themed room, I half sang half hummed Vivien’s favorite song. She sang in her angelic, girlish voice. However, neither of us noticed that we never hit the right notes and most of the song she had forgotten so we had to make up our own verses. The only thing that mattered to us then was the unison.

“Gomen nasai for everything. Gomen nasai, I know I let you down… Gomen nasai ‘til the end. I never needed a friend-”

“-like I do now.”

Singing the song out loud, in my now perfect tenor pitch, I moved a little faster as the rain chased me closer to my destination. Walking into the home, I shook my feet clean of mud. I was greeted by a pessimistic Rosalie and a hesitant Jasper.

“What?” I asked, looking directly at Jasper. I knew that Rosalie wouldn’t bother giving me any helpful information. From the first day, she had made it clear to me that another vampiric presence in the home was risky and unnerving.

Jasper scuffed his feet against the floor and looked me in the eyes. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Startled, I glanced over at Rosalie. She pursed her lips irritably. “Somehow, I get the feeling that this is partially my fault.”

Rosalie nodded in agreement. “Wow,” she said sarcastically, “did you figure that out all by yourself, ingenious writer?”

“Rose,” Jasper said in a warning tone. He then turned to me. “It’s not so much your fault as much as it involves you…deeply.”

I straightened my back and cautiously asked, “What happened?”

Jasper sighed. “Alice had a vision.”

Shocked, I said, “What about? And how does this concern me deeply?”

“Did Joseph and Anna manage to change anyone else?” he asked bluntly. I blinked and gave Rosalie a second glance, hoping that something in her face would give me a clue to what Jasper was trying to explain. Rosalie’s face maintained its composure.

“What happened?” I demanded again, this time with a more authoritative voice.

Jasper’s voice came to my ears in a low whisper, inhumanly low. “Look. Alice had a vision, understand? In it, she saw a group of five vampires tracking Joseph and Anna. They’re following a very old trail, but the tracker that they have is very very good and he’s tracking their scent straight to La Push.”

Sucking in a breath, I stood motionless in front of Jasper. “A group of five?”

“Three males, two females.”

“Oh,” was all I could say. Yes, it was an unintelligent response. However, I wasn’t feeling very intelligent at that moment. I tried so hard to think through my first meeting, my first encounter. I knew they mentioned something. Something…

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.

Joseph’s voice was just as cold and unsettling as my stomach was when I watched Jasper’s eyes. I knew he could feel my emotions and my realization dawned on him at the same time it dawned on me.

Jasper waited for my explanation.

“They did mention changing others. Apparently, they made unsuccessful children and didn’t get along.”

“That explains something…” Jasper trailed off. Thinking.

“What would that be?” I pried.

Jasper looked up at me, his arms folded neatly across his chest. “There was one, the leader, that wants to destroy everything that has anything to do with Joseph and Anna. That includes you and his followers.”

“Me and his followers?”

Jasper nodded. “Surprised?”

“And the ones with him don’t know?”

“Right,” Jasper agreed. “They must not. However, once they find out that Joseph and Anna are…no longer here, they’ll turn to you for sure. Thankfully, you have no more human connections. That’ll make everything so much easier. Protecting Bella was hard enough because she was in the dead center, once Victoria came around. At least you can fight for yourself without endangering anyone else.”

I swallowed hard at no more human connections.