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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By the time the intense fire had slowed to a sluggish pulse, I could feel obvious changes in myself. My body was a solid slab of flesh, almost like a block of marble. I could hear the man and woman inhaling and exhaling with extreme detail. I contemplated sitting up but pushed that option aside. I was still feeling sick, like a skeletal hand had ripped my stomach out of my belly and was now squeezing my heart.
My hand flashed to my chest with alarming speed, speed I knew I didn’t have before tonight. But I ignored that fact now as I rested my cold hand on my chest.
I. Had. No. Heart. Beat.
I leapt up and screamed a piercing wail, felt aimlessly around my chest for any signs of life. No heart beat. No body heat. As I calmed down to try and rationalize, I wondered if it was some kind of poison. Looking over at the woman, I snarled.
“What did you DO to me?!” I shouted.
“We changed you,” the woman answered innocently. Her red eyes stared unblinking at me. She was hugging my book bag. Before I could open my mouth to speak, the man cut me off.
“You’re right,” he said as he walked briskly over to my side. He circled me as he paced in a way that reminded me of a shark closing in on a small, doomed fish. “He makes me think of a gentleman from when you were young.”
“What do you mean when she was young?” I asked. My voice quivered on the last note.
The man smirked. “She is over a hundred years old. Born in the year eighteen-thirty-four, she grew up with gentlemen who looked so much like you.” The man paused as he considered his next words carefully. “They looked sophisticated…well learned…and adequate.”
“Adequate?” I echoed.
“Adequate. Capable. Qualified. Worthy. You know these words.”
“Adequate,” I echoed again. “I’m adequate…for what?”
The woman jumped up and, holding my book bag out for me to take, said, “To be our son.”
“Your son,” I repeated.
“Are you sure you wanted this one?” the man growled with regret. “It seems he’s not able to understand.”
The woman giggled and forced my book bag into my hands but I dropped it immediately. “He’ll grow to understand,” she stated.
I felt my anger subside slightly as I stared at the man and woman again. I now felt more humble, with the knowledge that they could potentially overpower me and kill me, if they so desired. “What change…exactly happened to me? Or…rather, what – umm – how did you change me?”
A flash of pride flitted across the man’s eyes. “He’s finally asking more calmly now.”
The woman nodded. “Yeah.” Then she turned to me. I noticed that her tragically beautiful face didn’t have the same effect on me. “Joseph and I,” she began gesturing to the man and herself, “are vampires.”
“And you’re a vampire now, too. Isn’t that wonderful?” the woman added enthusiastically. I took a step backwards and looked from one face to the other. The man, Joseph, seemed smug as I breathed more and more harshly.
“Vampire,” I said with a croak. “That’s…that’s…”
The woman giggled. “It’s not impossible, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
The back of my throat was dry and I swallowed several times. I wasn’t sure if it was because of this shock or maybe it was because of this peculiar thirst nagging at me. Whatever it was, the two noticed.
Joseph smirked. “Anna,” he hummed happily, “it seems his instincts are kicking in a little sooner than we thought.”
The woman clapped her hands together joyfully, “I’m so happy to have you in our family. We’ll have so much fun with you, you’ll see!”
Anna’s last exclamation was more directed towards Joseph than at me, but I could see that she wanted me to be reassured just as much. The moment I glanced at Joseph, however, I saw that he had been riffling through my book bag. My notebooks were tossed haphazardly in the dirt at his feet.
“Hey!” I said loudly, appalled. “What…why…what?”
It wasn’t until after the string of words came out of my mouth that I knew they sounded ridiculous and unintelligent. I also knew that Joseph realized this as well.
Joseph snorted with detest. “That’s it? That’s all you can say?”
“What did you want me to say? You got into my stuff, probably when I was having a seizure, my blood burning-”
He held up one of my notebooks that I knew to have put in the book bag. “I was hoping for something more poetic.”
I looked to his feet quickly where my book bag now was. Its contents were dumped to the earth and scattered. My life and my dreams lay strewn across the ground. I looked up angrily at Anna and saw the smug smile that stretched her lips. She was obviously enjoying this scene.
“I wanted to be alone,” was all I could say. I had wanted some peace away from home. Had I known that I would get hopelessly lost and then turned into a vampire, I would have taken my mother’s advice and dropped writing. But, when I looked at my notebooks thrown in odd directions, I could see that my mother’s advice was already taken for me.
And I knew that I could never go home again.
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