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The Life and Times Of Quil

A series of one-shots about Quil's [AKA the best werewolf ever's] life. thelifeandtimesofquilbanner.jpg image by gymnastbritt

Don't we all love Quil? *sigh* He's amazing...

5. Claire turns 7!

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I groaned. What had I gotten myself into? Why did I have to offer to help out with Claire’s 7th birthday party? Sure, I loved her and all, but seriously. What could have possessed me to offer to spend all day with a bunch of sugar-filled 7 and 8 year olds?

“QUIL! QUILLY! We need you!” Claire called to me. Her mom grinned at me.

“I guess you have to leave your hideout. Go on, I think I can hold down the kitchen by myself!” She giggled like one of the kids.

Sighing, I crept out of the kitchen, and was barreled over by six girls, all who were carrying lipstick and hair clips.

“No. No, no, no!” I groaned.

“Aw, Quilly, it’s okay! You’ll have lots of fun with us! Now come on, you need to sit over here.” She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the couch, where I was forced onto and held down by what must have been the three strongest girls in the area. The other three started doing my hair and makeup (shudder).


“So Claire, did you have fun today?” I asked her later as we cleaned up all of the trash littering the floor.

“Mhmm. Thanks for being there, Quil. I love you!” She kissed me shyly on the cheek and then ducked, her face bright red under the tan.

“Oh! I got a kiss? Lucky me, I got a kiss from the prettiest girl in La Push!” I giggled, acting like Claire would.

“Don’t make fun of me, Meany! Besides, don’t you mean the prettiest girl in the world?” She smacked my arm.

“Hey, sweetie, you can go play outside while I clean up, okay?” I told her, knowing how much she loved to run around.

A grin broke out on her face. “Thank you thank you thank you!!” She bounded out the door.

Ah, Claire. I loved her so much. She was like the little sister I never had. But she was still the most gorgeous woman ever…in a few years.

I picked up some trash and stuffed it into the garbage bag.

“Having fun?” Claire’s dad, Tom, asked me.

“Oh, yeah, tons. You want to help?” I asked him.

“Eh, why not. Here, let me get the vacuum.” He reached in the nearby closet and pulled out the old fashioned, huge, vacuum. He was about to press the on button when a bloodcurdling scream rang out.

“CLAIRE!” we both yelled at the same time.

“I’ll be back!” I shouted to Tom and I bounded outside.

Once I got outside, I phased. The smells became more pronounced, and I could smell something sickly sweet. Not like the Cullen’s, but even sweeter. This bloodsucker must have been feeding on humans.

I followed the scent into the woods for a while, maybe 15 minutes. Then I heard another scream. The most beautiful scream. It was Claire.

After another minute, I burst into a clearing and saw a vampire leaning over Claire, as if it was going to bite her.

I growled and launched myself at it. The leech turned to look at me and before I landed on it, I saw a man with pitch black eyes, long brown hair, and perfect teeth.

“This is my food! You cannot take it away from me!” The leech hissed at me. I snarled in reply and tore off a large chunk of his torso. He swiped at me and hit me in the shoulder. Nothing I couldn’t handle. I jumped up and before he could react, his head was rolling away.

I quickly tore up the rest of him and phased back. I reached in my pocket for a match, which I just happened to be carrying. Ironic, am I right?

By the time I had set the bloodsucker on fire, I heard Claire whimpering behind me.

“Claire-bear. Are you okay?” I asked her as I slowly turned to look.

Her little arms were wrapped around her legs, and her face had tear streaks on it.

“Qu-Quil?” She asked me, her voice breaking.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Nobody’s going to hurt you.” I assured her, stepping closer.

She jumped up and ran into me, squeezing me tightly. “Quil! I was really scared! And that thing was gonna hurt me! And then there was this wolf. And then you came. And I don’t know how anything happened!” She bawled.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Everything is fine. See? You’re okay, I’m okay, and that wolf is okay too.” I said gently. I guess it’s time to tell her, I thought, because she’s not going to forget about a giant wolf turning into me.

“Okay, Claire. I need to talk to you about something very important. You know that wolf that was right here?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” She said, confused.

“Well, that wolf wasn’t just a wolf,” I started. “And Uncle Sam’s told you about the legends of La Push, right?”

“Yeah, but they aren’t real! Werewolves aren’t real, my mom said so!” She said defiantly.

“Claire-bear, they are. And your momma knows that too. And, I don’t want to scare you, okay? But that wolf you saw, that was me. I’m a werewolf.” I waited for her reaction.

“QUIL!” she shouted at me. “How could you be a werewolf and not tell me? That is SOOOOO cool!” Claire started laughing.

“Claire? You really think that’s okay?”

“Well DUH! Who else gets a best friend who can be a wolf?” Claire giggled.

“Okay, now on to the other part. You know about the cold ones?” Claire’s jaw dropped.

“No. Way. They’re real?” Her eyes were rounder than the two pizzas I had eaten last night.

I nodded grimly. “Well, what else would that thing have been? And you remember the Cullen’s? Bella comes to visit Jacob sometimes?”

“So they’re v-vampires too? Oh. My. Gawd.” She said, he mouth dropping open even more.

“Hey, you’re going to catch a fly if you keep your mouth open.” I told her, trying to keep my face straight. It snapped shut.

“So…you’re a werewolf. Anything else I need to know?” She asked me, her seven year old self interested.

“Um, I think nope. That’s pretty much it.” Why would I tell her about imprinting? It would scare the crap out of her! I answered, trying to stick to the mostly truth.

“Well then. Lets go back home.” She said cheerfully, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.

I was truly amazed at how accepting she was. Claire was just amazing. She was so smart, pretty, charismatic…everything I wanted her to be. Well, I really just wanted her to be her, but these things were great for her!

“Quilly?” she asked me. Claire’s big brown eyes looked up at me, full of trust.

“What can I do for you, babe?” I asked her.

“I think I like somebody.” Oh no. Her first crush! How was I supposed to live? “How do I know if they like me back?”

“Just ask them. You need to be open and honest.” I advised her, trying to be the best big brother.

“Okay…It’s John from my class!” She squealed.

“Oh! Well then, I heard he like you. You should talk to him.” I told her. Even though I would likely rip up her first boyfriend, I wanted her to be happy. And I knew that she wanted to giggle and blush and pass notes and do everything like that, just like any other seven year old. So I figured I could at least help her out.

“No way! What do I say? What do I do? Oh, please help me Quilly!” She pleaded. We spent the rest of the walk talking about how she should talk to him. I laughed a few times at the serious expression on her face.

We reached her house to see the worried faces of her mom and dad.

“Claire!” they both cried, rushing over and holding her tightly. “I take it she found out?”

“Yeah. She was pretty cool with it.” I told them.

“Mom, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! And you, Daddy, why would you keep something this cool from me?” She bombarded them.

“What about imprinting?” Her mother whispered to me.

“Nope, I couldn’t freak her out even more!” She grinned and nodded.

“Well, I do believe it’s about time for dinner! Anyone want pizza?” Claire’s dad asked.

“You know it!” Claire and I said at the same time.

“Shotgun!” I called, racing Claire towards the car.

At least until she was older, this is what we were. Best friends, siblings, anything and everything.