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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15. Into Hiding
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As soon as the others had left the clearing, Bella and Vivien quickly swapped clothes and Bella took off in the opposite direction of the other coven. She aimed to steer the others away from the city. Seth, the youngest werewolf, followed closely behind. After Jacob’s outburst, Theodore would expect a werewolf to follow Vivien. Even if it was only her scent. Jasper and Edward followed as well. Vivien was flung over Hunter’s shoulder and he shot off in another direction, also void of civilization. Jacob followed closely on Hunter’s heels in his wolf form. After a long twenty-five minutes of silence, and Vivien’s deep hope that she wouldn’t vomit down Hunter’s back, they reached a wide river.
“I’m jumping in,” Hunter said as a warning.
True to his word, Hunter literally leapt into the river. Vivien gasped as the cold water swallowed her momentarily. She soon resurfaced and Hunter swam fast to the other side. When they reached the other side, Hunter paused for Vivien to regain her composure.
“Was that necessary?” she asked, wringing out Bella’s shirt.
Hunter smiled grimly. “Yes.”
“Next question. Where are we?”
Jacob flung himself out of the water and shook himself off with vigor, flinging pellets of water in all directions. His tongued lolled out of his jaw as he panted.
“Somewhere in the Olympic National Park,” Hunter replied, turning to Jacob. “Did you forget your clothes?”
Jacob lowered his canine head and grinned sheepishly with sharp teeth.
Hunter raised his eyebrows. “I thought you might. That’s why I brought these,” he said, pulling a set of clothes from under his arm. Jacob tilted his head to the side but took the offering in his teeth and disappeared from view. When he came back, he was buttoning the front of Hunter’s white shirt and wore faded blue jeans that were slightly too short.
“That’s hot,” Vivien joked, running up to Jacob and smacking his butt playfully.
Hunter made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat and Vivien laughed at him.
“Will my big brudder let his wittle sissy play nice wiff her new fwiend?” she whinned, making a childish voice and tugging on Hunter’s hand.
Hunter growled, “We just had our first confrontation with the other coven and you are only concerned with flirting?”
Vivien dropped Hunter’s hand when she saw that he was serious. “You know, Hunter, sometimes laughing and joking around really helps the tension cool down.”
Hunter shook his head, knowing that Vivien was right.
Jacob cleared his throat to ease the moment. “Thanks for the clothes, man. I completely forgot.”
“No problem. Your kids are going to be my nieces and nephews, after all. I have to look after you eventually.”
Jacob seemed stunned at the words nieces and nephews, but quickly recovered with a chuckle. “Yeah, something like that.”
Vivien pranced over to Jacob’s side and grabbed his hand. “I think we should have at least twelve kids…” She waited for Jacob’s reaction. Vivien didn’t have to wait long.
“How about…lemme see… No!” he said firmly.
Vivien giggled and jabbed Jacob in the side. “Please?” she begged.
“Let’s stop this conversation now,” Hunter scolded, finding Vivien’s questions awkward and bothering.
“Yeah, we have to be serious now,” Vivien agreed, placing a firm pout on her face as a joke. She then turned to Hunter. “Right, Hunts?”
Hunter rolled his eyes. “We need to get beyond this river. A little longer east and we’ll be at some caves. Jacob,” he turned to Jacob, who was trying to keep a serious look on his face, “you take her to the caves and stay with her. And, um…” Hunter paused and pulled aimlessly through his hair and gave Jacob a meaningful look.
“Oh…” Jacob said out loud when he understood. He looked down at Vivien’s deep brown eyes that smiled at him. “Sorry, babe,” he said when he stroked through her hair and pulled out several strands of hair.
When he handed them to Hunter, Hunter thanked him then elbowed him in the gut. “Don’t do that in front of me.”
Jacob nodded. “You know, it’s a good thing I’m built to handle your abuse, because I think that could’ve killed me.”
“You must be a werewolf or something,” Hunter said before he ran south.
Jacob and Vivien watched as Hunter ran off then sauntered in the direction that Hunter had pointed out to them. Jacob coiled his arm around Vivien’s waist and Vivien leaned on his side as they walked.
“Hunter’s peculiar,” Jacob said out loud after a long silence.
“Yeah,” Vivien agreed.
“Well,” Jacob began, trying to reword his question, “why is he so…bitter? He’s nice and everything, don’t get me wrong, but he seems always upset.”
“Maybe because he’s dead, Jacob,” Vivien said bluntly, craning her neck so that she could look into Jacob’s face.
Jacob looked down at her, his grip around her waist tightening. “What do you mean?”
“Jake, there’s something about my brother that you probably don’t understand. He loved life. He loved being a part of the world and living. He loved the way the wind felt on his face when he rode my dad’s old motorcycle too fast. He loved the way the sea smelled when he surfed-”
“He surfed?” Jacob interrupted, surprised.
Vivien nodded. “He surfed. He rock-climbed. He marathoned…but mostly…he wrote. I’m not sure what about, he didn’t like sharing. But he told me that it helped him keep track of what he did so that he could relive every moment…”
“…and now he’s dead,” Jacob concluded, coming to some sort of understanding. “Must really suck for him.”
Vivien looked at Jacob reproachfully.
“Oh, um…” Jacob stuttered when he realized the irony of his words. “I didn’t mean literally.”
Vivien sighed. “That’s okay.”
After a long pause, Jacob asked, “What’s bothering you?”
Vivien cleared her throat. “I think he’s lonely, too.”
Jacob laughed. “Not for long.”
Vivien jabbed him in the side. “What are you talking about?”
“You’ll see, you’ll see,” he said when she jabbed him several more times.
After an agonizing twenty minutes, filled with Vivien’s threats and demands concerning Hunter finding his soul mate, they reached the series of caves. Jacob let Vivien chose which one she would hide in through her mastered skill of eeny-meeny-miny-mo. Jacob pulled Vivien into his arms and bounded into the cave, dropping her on her butt. Vivien glared at him in protest, but laughed.
“No, seriously… What did you mean?”
Jacob pretended to be scolding. “I told you, you’ll see!”
“She’ll see what?” Hunter’s voice came from behind them, making them jump.
“Where’d you come from?” Vivien demanded, her eyes wide.
Hunter shook his head. “Didn’t Mom ever tell you where babies come from?”
Vivien made a face at Hunter. Then she turned to Jacob and made hand gestures towards Hunter and then to Jacob and then shook her finger at him. Jacob scowled and mouthed “no” repeatedly but to no avail. He then shrugged and looked over at Hunter, who was snickering uncontrollably.
“I don’t know what you two are fighting about, but it’s really funny…”
Jacob grinned sheepishly, something he was doing more and more around Hunter. “Umm…it’s nothing, really.”
“Well, back to what’s important, I just finished about seven fake trails. Then I checked in with Alice and she told me what Edward saw in Theodore’s head. Edward saw that he had no intention of wallowing in his victory. So, if he does win, he’ll make it quick. Theodore wants to shred me and Vivien…and the rest of his coven.”
Hunter paused for dramatic effect.
“His whole coven?” Vivien asked skeptically.
Hunter nodded. “Except for Alicia, of course. He was really just using the other three to get what he wanted. Since I’m the last one he needed to find, this is the end of the game for him.”
“That’s twisted,” Jacob growled.
“Yeah. Also, apparently, none of the werewolves can find the trail. The whole coven ran across a river and swam off somewhere. Who knows where they are now…”Yeah, Vivien thought vaguely, suddenly afraid for her life as she saw a flash of light. The angelic beam danced beyond her vision and disappeared into the river.
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