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Protect Her

Quil is Claire's. He will do exactly what she needs of him. Even when her newly divorced father gains custody and forbids him to go anywhere near her, he does what's best... he leaves her alone. And then, after five long years, he realizes what's been happening to the one he was born to protect. He WILL save her, no matter what it takes.

Quil/Claire. Yes, it's a little creepy. He's in love with a two-year -old. Mostly post-eclipse, will skip around a bunch... *disclaims*

5. Chapter 5

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I forged her father’s signature on withdrawal papers right outside the school. Claire was no longer enrolled here… she’ll go to school in La Push. Where that monster can’t hurt her. I ran to his house and knocked the door down.

I was not in a waiting mood.

He is watching television on the couch. I look at the screen and look away.

Eww. Even for someone who lives in the head of eight other men, that was gross. Really, really gross.

Like I needed one more reason to loathe this guy. Like he wasn’t hurting the only thing that had ever mattered to me. “You. Over here.”

He stood and stared at me, or rather glared. “What are you doing in my house?”

I ignored him utterly. “You hurt her. You took her away from me so you could hit her. You hurt her.”

“She’s not yours.”

“She was meant for me!”

“She’s mine. My daughter.”

“She’s no one’s possession, you monster. She’s a person. You have no right to hurt her. Neither do I—Not that I ever would, ever could! I know what she’s worth… MONSTER.”

He smiled. This was not in any way amusing.

“You think it’s funny I’m calling you a monster. One of us in this room turns into a big wolf on occasion. The other one hurts innocent children. I think I know who the monster is.”

“No. That’s not why I’m smiling.”

“Why then?”


“You’re evil?”

He considered this. “Perhaps. But mostly because there’s nothing you can do. You see, I have her. Until she’s eighteen. And besides that… do you really think an unemployed kid can stop me from getting what I want?”

“You can’t stop me if you’re dead. Which, believe you me, I am more than capable of facilitating, right here, right now. But I don’t think I will. I think I’d rather not subject Claire to that. What you will do is never, ever, come after her. Contact her, talk to her, look at her, think about her, or God forbid touch her. If you do, I will kill you. As slowly as I can. Is that understood?”

He laughed. “I understand. You are in for trouble, boy. I will take everything you own.”

I felt cold boiling rage run down my spine. “You think money is going to stop me? Money? There is always more money. Claire is a person. Not something that can be bought and sold. I will not let you hurt her. No matter what you do.”

“Ah, but I have. Fine. Take her. I wish you luck. Because you’ll need it… I’ve heard it can be very traumatizing for a child.”

“What, being abused by the evilest creep alive?”

“Yes. Besides, I’ve succeeded anyway. I had my chance with her… she’s getting a bit old anyway.”

It took a second. A very long second. And then I realized what he meant, partly from his words, partly from the wavering image on the screen, and partly from that look in Claire’s eyes.

“You… hurt… Claire…”

He smiled. God, I hate that smile!

“I’m going to hurt you. You do realize that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done? I’m going to kill you. You hurt Claire.”

And he smiled.

Until I phased.

Then he did not smile.

He screamed.

It rang like music in my ears.