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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For a second, as I watched Joseph’s limbs separate from his torso, I felt a pang of regret. He had raised me and nurtured me in ways I hadn’t been aware of. There were so many reasons I secretly admired him. He acted in logic and wisdom, like my own father so often did. Joseph was strictly no nonsense unless there was room for it. I watched as these other vampires shredded him and in that single second I never felt so much like drowning in a monsoon of bitter regret.
But only for a second.
A force collided with me, knocking me to the ground. Wrestling with my nameless fate, I found myself stronger than he was. His grip slackened and he let out a muffled cry for help. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the monstrous man with bulging arms and a solid barrel chest approach. Knowing I couldn’t fend off two of them, I pushed the one I was grappling with to the ground and backed away sharply.
“Wait!” I heard myself shout. My blood-red eyes snapped in the direction of the vampires. Manipulating my face, I created such a hate-filled expression that even a brooding, dismal looking vampire with honey-blonde hair took a step backwards. All action around me ceased. The small group of four froze simultaneously and their eyes snapped in my direction. The two that had torn apart Joseph watched closely as I slowly made my way to the pile that was left of him. I found his left hand and picked it up gingerly. I rotated it in my hands then dropped it instantly. I scrambled backwards and bumped into the solid chest of a light haired, kindly looking man. His eyes were a friendly golden-brown. In them, I saw the frightened reflection of my red irises.
“What did you do?” My voice shook.
“He refused to change his ways,” the kindly man said gently. It was hard to believe that this same being was ripping my surrogate father to pieces only moments ago.
“What do you mean?” I snarled, moving cautiously away from him. My eyes darted from one face to another as the four surrounded me.
“You don’t have to resort to killing people,” he said casually. The three others looked back and forth between each other and then, finally, all eyes rested on me. They seemed to be waiting for me to speak again. I swallowed and inhaled. I wasn’t sure what to make of this revelation.
“You don’t have to…?”
Their faces all lit up with grins.
“Stay with us and we’ll show you what we mean.”
It was the larger one who spoke this time, flexing the impressive bands of muscle wrapped around his arms. I examined him and then the pile of body parts that once was Joseph. Although I wasn’t sure what these men said was true, I did know one thing.
I would not end up like Joseph.
They all stood over the remains of Joseph. I gapped at the torso and limbs, separated and piled up, that laid at their feet. One of them pulled out a match, lit it, and let it fall onto the pile that was left of Joseph. My legs weakened and I fell on my knees, watching the pile burn. I watched the small puffs of purple smoked circled to the sky, growing larger and larger as the fire devoured his marble flesh. I stared at the purple, hazy smoke as it choked the night sky. The fire took no heed to the smothering, heavy rain. The four stared at me without making a sound. Mulling over the proposition in my mind, I wondered if there really was any downside to this. In one hand, they wouldn’t hesitate to tear me apart. In the other, I would have a new family and safety from the werewolves.
“I’m in,” I said, my voice strong in my decision. The four around me relaxed and congratulated me on my decision. Standing up, I held up one hand in protest and cleared my throat. “On one condition,” I announced. A slick smile traced my lips and the others eyed each other cautiously. “If I don’t like it, I get to walk away.”
The others seemed shocked. I didn’t blame them. When you think you’re right, who’s there to argue when you rip the opposition to shreds? They looked at each other one by one. There was the kindly one with light hair, the perpetually worried one with copper hair and a crooked smile, the massive one with muscles bigger than my head, and the quiet one with blonde hair. They shared the same eyes, a deep golden brown. Perhaps it came from their diet. After all, you are what you eat…right? Finally, one of them spoke up. It was the one who constantly looked worried.
“It’s a deal.”
He was at my side instantly and took my hand in his, shaking it firmly. I wondered which one of them was considered the leader, him or the light-haired kindly one. The group led me on a long hike towards their home, they told me. I looked back frequently to the werewolves territory. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of terms they were on with those beastly dogs. My imagination, being a writer, began to unfold plots and schemes and stories about this vampire family and the wolves.
Wouldn’t it be sick if they were good friends? I thought to myself when we finally reached a large house in the middle of a secluded forest.
The door opened to reveal a dainty, fragile looking woman. She was more beautiful than Anna, in my own opinion, with her large eyes and short, dark hair. Her face scowled as we approached her.
“She’s not doing well,” she said quietly to the worried looking vampire with copper hair. Perhaps there was a good reason for him to look so worried.
“I thought as much,” he exhaled seriously. “How many this time?”
The woman in the doorway held up two fingers and the worried vampire’s eyes widened.
“Two?!” he exclaimed. “Oh, Bella…”
Pushing through our group, the worried vampire flung himself inside and up a set of well-polished stairs. I could hear dry sobs echoing down the steps and the worried one trying to comfort someone. I shook my head. I wasn’t sure if I could ever understand the relationship between he-vampires and she-vampires. It was a peculiar, unethical thing, in my eyes at least. There was a reason pastors said ‘till death do you part. The woman in the doorway turned to me.
“You’ll like it here,” she said happily, clasping my hands in hers before I could object.
“You couldn’t possibly know that,” I snarled, pulling away.
The others around me chuckled, as if I was missing some inside joke.
“Yes she could,” the blonde, quiet one said next to me. It was the first time I saw him this close and I realized that he seemed emotionally drained but very alert at the same time.
“What?” I said, confused.
“You’ll see,” the blonde one said again, now taking the dainty woman’s hands and leading her inside.
“He’s right, you know,” the kindly man’s voice came to me.
I huffed out an angry breath. “No, I don’t know. Is there something you’re keeping from me?” I demanded.
“Come inside and we’ll explain it to you,” he said, walking over the threshold.
I was left outside sulking again. The only one left beside me was the dark, curly haired man with wicked bands of muscles. I looked up at his face and noticed a dimple on his right cheek. It seemed so out of place when compared with the rest of him.
“If it makes you feel any better,” he said when he realized I was examining him, “I don’t have any secrets to keep from you.”
I blinked twice and changed my mind about the dimple. Although he seemed to be only a strong animal, the dimple suited the simple and sincere way he spoke. I decided that I instinctively liked this one, despite the ridiculous difference in stature. Just as I began to warm up to him, we walked into the house together and my jaw nearly fell off of my face. Waiting for him was a glorious blonde haired woman, the long locks of gold cascading down her shoulders. She wore clothes that revealed her shapely figure.
“Emmett!” she said happily, bounding over to him. “Bella’s not doing well,” she said, almost smugly.
I rolled my eyes. “No secrets, huh?”
Emmett smiled sheepishly at me and I knew I couldn’t be angry at him for long. However, I wanted to stay angry for a while. I left their presence quickly and found myself on the roof where I could write in peace.
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