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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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4. Failed Plan

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Joseph perched himself on the edge of the cliff and gazed down at the crashing waves below. The beasts had chased us beyond the coverage of the forest and towards one of the many cliffs that we had passed on our way towards La Push. Joseph had pushed me over the cliff and into the raging water where he followed. We swam against the current until I declared to him that I couldn’t smell them nearly as strong. Joseph and I then scaled the side of a cliff and onto dry ground. After wringing out our clothes, and a few sympathetic gestures towards Joseph, Joseph ignored me and sat on the edge of the cliff and looked down.

“Joseph,” I said quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He pulled away from me and remained near the edge of the cliff. Angrily, I back away and simply watch him. This silence was so unnerving and there was no clear way to drag Joseph out of the abyss. Even though there was still some faint, obscure human part of me that wanted Anna to be alright, I knew that she was lost to us now. Joseph, in a less beneficial manner, knew it as well.

“Hunter,” he said quietly.

“Yes?” I answered quickly. Sitting up a little straighter, I leaned closer to him. Somehow, I had to prove myself to him. Anna had been undoubtedly devoted to me. Joseph, on the other hand, still became annoyed with me.

Joseph continued speaking. “They…took her.”

I nodded hesitantly. “Yes.”

He turned slowly. The expression that was etched into his cold, dead face was beyond pain. It seemed to be more of a desolate, mournful look. However, because of his perfectly white face, his hurt was momentously more grotesque. “Hunter,” he whispered, “we’re going back for her.”

I was startled, but not surprised. “But, Joseph, by now she’d be so destroyed. We couldn’t possibly-”

An iron hand threw me across the grass.

“You idiot!” Joseph shouted angrily, now on his feet. It scared me beyond words to watch the quick changes in his face. At first his face was ravaged with guilt and pain but it sharply became harsh and demanding. “I didn’t say we were going to rescue her or something useless like that! I said we were going back for her, get it? For her sake…” He stopped and stared at me. I still laid on the ground, frozen to where I was. A realization dawned on him. “You don’t know what those creatures were, do you?” he asked.

I shook my head no.

Joseph chuckled deep in his throat. “They’re werewolves, you incompetent fiend.”

“Werewolves? But-”

Joseph waved away my question. “Hunter, no more. They tore her up, I know. It’s the only way to get rid of vampires, really. And now, we need a strategy to sneak into their territory, and this is how it’s going to be…” Pulling me closer with a sly grin on his face, Joseph explained in great detail exactly what he wanted me to do.

“This is stupid,” I said aloud, sulking again. My book bag was strapped firmly to my back, where it always was. It was now nightfall and raining. Although it had drizzled on and off all day, it hadn’t been this difficult to see through. The odd sensation and sound of rain pelting off of my pearly skin and slamming into the gritty earth below was something I had gotten used to. But this rain was harder than the other rains within my three months. It was peculiar, waiting for Joseph. There was something dangerously different about him. The way he regarded me, the way he spoke of the werewolves, and the way he held his head when he looked towards their territory. It was, for a lack of better words, unnerving. I didn’t notice when Joseph suddenly appeared by my side. I looked up briefly, in acknowledgement, but turned back towards the forest.

“You know what you need to do,” he muttered under his breath.

“I run in and distract them. They’ll run after me and you’ll follow them. I run fast enough to keep them focused on me and you’ll pick them off one by one. Easy.”

Joseph’s hand took hold of my chin and forced me to look at him. I struggled for a moment, resisting. However, Joseph was not someone you could easily resist. I gave in and let him hold my chin towards his face.

“No,” he snarled, “it’s not easy.”

“Alright, alright,” I mumbled, pulling away from him. Joseph let me go with a push and turned his attention towards the forest again. The smell, now familiar, was coming to my attention again. The murky, dense stink of wet dog was sour and bitter to me. The werewolves weren’t close enough for Joseph to smell yet, though, so I took the liberty of informing him, learning from the mistake I made last time.

“They’re coming,” I said bluntly.

Joseph smirked. “Good,” he said, more to himself than to me. “You start now and I’ll be exactly five minutes behind you.”

I nodded, “Five minutes.”

“If it helps, you can count to three-hundred in your head.”

If it helps? I was floored. Though, of course, the obvious explanation was that Joseph wanted this plan to succeed so badly, he didn’t want my panic to be a factor against him. Was he really this desperate to avenge Anna? Instead of speaking up, I took off running in the direction of the stench. If I was quick enough, I could run between the small band of werewolves without being mauled.

…twelve, thirteen, fourteen…

The smell was stronger towards the west, so I ran harder towards that direction. It wasn’t until I became close enough to faintly see them that I realized the number of them. There were at least twelve of them, the largest being a russet-brown beast with shaggy hair. The second largest was a foreboding black colored one. I sucked in a deep breath, a bad habit of mine if you consider that I no longer needed to breath.

…fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three…

I counted to myself, like Joseph recommended, simply to keep time. Knowing myself, this mission could easily throw me for a loop and I would fall flat on my face. The werewolves smelled me by now and I could see their ears flickering to one side and another. By the time I was only a few yards away, all of their eyes were focused on me. Their stance was threatening but eager. I wondered to myself if they met vampires often.

…one-hundred and four, one-hundred and five, one-hundred and six...

The sickly sour smell burned the inside of my nostrils and it was hard for me to inhale without coughing. Just as I was in midst of them, they pounced. First the black one, then the russet-brown one, a chocolate one, a white one, a gray one… Was there no end to this mass of fur and teeth that flung themselves at me?! I wasn’t too concerned, though, because I knew I could out run them by miles and miles on end.

…two-hundred and seven, two-hundred and eight, two-hundred and nine…

It would only be a matter of seconds until Joseph was behind me. Until then, I was forced to slow down for these animals so that they didn’t lose me in the forest. Although there was no doubt that their sense of smell was as good as mine, I didn’t want Joseph’s smell to overpower mine. I slowed to the point where I was able to feel their hot, wretched breath on the nap of my neck. The muzzle of the black one was only inches away from the back of my head. It snapped at me twice and growled, pushing it’s legs faster to try and overtake me. I pushed myself only a little faster, smiling to myself. If I wasn’t too busy helping Joseph avenge Anna, it would be so much fun to make a game of this.

…two-hundred and ninety-eight, two-hundred and ninety-nine, three-hundred…

And still no Joseph.

I was beginning to be alarmed at this point. Even though Joseph couldn’t stand me in the least, he was a man of his word. Unless, of course, he didn’t really want to avenge Anna. What if this was simply a ploy to send me to my end? A memory flashed through my mind of Joseph sitting in desolation at the edge of the cliff. He wouldn’t allow Anna’s end to go un-avenged. I shook my head. No, something was wrong. Perhaps if I only waited a little longer.

…five-hundred, five-hundred and one, five-hundred and two…

Giving up on waiting, I turned around sharply. The werewolves were taken by surprise and halted in their tracks. Several collided with those in the front and I could hear barkings and yappings far behind me. I laughed out loud, picturing in my mind werewolves at each others throats instead of mine. However, an unholy scream split my smirk in half and Joseph suddenly entered my mind. Could that have been him? As I neared the end of the werewolves’ territory and sprinted beyond their scent, another scent wafted into my nostrils. It wasn’t human, I knew that for certain. I had gained enough experience between us and them that I knew these smells belonged to vampires.

I came into a clearing just out of the invisible line that marked the werewolves’ territory and found that I had been right. Four vampires were playing some sick game of tug of war with Joseph’s body. I watched, clueless, as they tore him apart.