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Catch the Wind

Summary:
Axelle is seventeen, but her parents still haven't told her their secret. When a new kid shows up at school, Axelle can't help but find him interesting. When all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Axelle has some big choices to make. Part three to the Twist of Fate series!


Notes:
Like I have said many times before, I am totally addicted to this story. This story is entirely in Axelle's POV, for those of you that didn't know. I have this one planned out almost all the way... and let me tell ya, there are some HUGE twists :D But that's just how it works with me :)


10. Friday

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After four days, I was fairly certain I was going to explode. Aubrie had been insufferable. Usually I would have ignored her, but her remarks were starting to get to me. I started to believe some of the things she was saying. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew they weren't true, but I started asking myself if I really was ugly, if I really was a loser. I needed to see Jack. Thank goodness it was Friday.


I decided to forgo a phone call to him when I got home from school. His mom would probably just say he was sleeping, maybe too sick to talk. I'd heard it all from her. I skipped through the front door to drop my stuff off before going to see Jack.


“What are you doing, Axelle?” asked my mom as I came through the door. She was typing quickly on the keyboard of her laptop. My dad was nowhere to be found.


“I'm going to go see Jack,” I answered.


Her eyes widened. The clacking of the keys stopped. “You... you can't do that. You might get sick. We don't need you getting sick!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Now how about we go shopping?” She stood up from her chair.


My eyes narrowed. “I hate shopping. You know that.”


She sighed, but didn't say anything else. There was something wrong.


“What is it?” I asked.


“I don't want you getting hurt,” she said. She put her hands on her hips.


“What are you saying? I'm fairly certain that I'm old enough to not let things people say hurt my feelings,” I laughed.


“I wasn't talking about your feelings,” she murmured.


“I can take care of myself,” I said, crossing my arms across my chest.


“Just... if things go... badly, listen to Jacob, okay? Don't tell your dad I told you that. But really, listen to Jake, he knows what to do if there's trouble,” insisted my mom. I still didn't know how they knew each other. I'd have to remember to ask her sometime.


I nodded. She seemed upset, but I was still going to go see Jack anyway. I dropped my books in the corner and turned right back out the door. I saw my mom pick up the phone right before I left.


As I sped towards Jack's house, I wondered what my mom meant by “hurt”. There was nothing to be afraid of at his house. It seemed like a pretty healthy little environment when I was there. The rain splattered harder on the window the closer I got. I could hardly see by the time I pulled into his driveway.


Jake was on the porch before I could get out of the car. I pulled up the hood of my raincoat and ran to meet him. He opened the front door for me.


“Hi, Axelle,” he said. He held out his hand for my jacket.


I took it off, but was a little uneasy. There was something different about the house since the last time I'd been. The atmosphere was different... it was more tense.


“Hey, Jake. I came to see Jack.” I had to try not to smile. Jack, Jake, Julie, so many J names!


“Yeah, I figured.” He hesitated. “Axelle... maybe you should sit down. I just talked to your mom. She thinks there are some things that I need to tell you. She didn't feel comfortable telling you because she thought it was my story to tell you, not hers.”


I shrugged and took a seat on the couch. He sat on the chair at the end of it.


“What's up?” I asked.


“Your parents are vampires,” he said.


He knew! I had no idea how, but he did. I stayed silent.


“It's okay. I've known your parents for years... almost seventy-five, actually. We are not exactly on... on the best terms, but we talk to each other if we need to.”


“Why?” was all I could ask. Jake was young. Much younger than my parents, I knew that much.


He paused again. “Well... werewolves and vampires never really get along too well,” he answered.


My mouth whooshed open. “Werewolves?” I breathed.


He nodded. “But you don't have to be afraid. We're just as friendly as your little bloodsuck-” He caught himself. “Your vampires.”


“I don't get what that has to do with Jack,” I said.


He cocked an eyebrow. “Well, he's one too.”


“What? He's not related to you, though!” I exclaimed.


“Well, he is a part of the Quileute tribe. When your vampires moved back, the gene in the Quileute boys resurfaced. It was about eleven years ago that the Cullens moved back, so I'm guessing that the gene is just now starting to show up again.”


I shook my head. Jack was a werewolf... werewolves are enemies of vampires. I was dating the enemy of my family. “Can I see him?” I asked.


Jake pursed his lips. “Well, Axelle... the thing about vampires is they don't smell too good to werewolves. The smell is too sweet, it burns our nose. Since you've been living with vampires almost your entire life... well, you smell the same as they do.”


I laughed, trying not to let the hint of hysteria show. Nobody I talked to was human. I'd bet that Aubrie was a demon. Mr. Carlson was probably a dragon.


“He's not very stable,” continued Jacob, ignoring my outburst. “He has... quite the temper lately.”


“What do you mean?” I asked.


“Werewolves don't change when the full moon rolls about, contrary to popular belief. When we get angry, we phase into our werewolf form. Until you're able to control yourself, it's almost impossible not to phase,” he explained.


“Why would he be angry if I went to see him?”


“Well, your entire family is made up of vampires.”


“You told him?” I asked incredulously.


“I had no choice! When we're in werewolf form we can read each other's mind. There are no secrets.”


“My Uncle Edward can do that,” I said.


“I know,” he replied, frowning. “It irritated the shit out of me when I was younger.”


“How do you even know my parents?” I asked.


“Well... I kind of was totally in love with Bella,” he admitted.


“You loved my mom!?” I exclaimed.


“Yeah. She also used to be with Edward, not Jasper. He and I fought over her like there was no tomorrow. Quite frankly, I'm surprised that one of us isn't dead."

That creeped me out. Uncle Edward could have been my dad, and my dad would have been my uncle...


I frowned. I thought he had said that werewolves weren't dangerous. “Can I please just go see Jack?” I asked, putting on my begging face. It melted the hearts of even the strongest willed people.


He sighed. “Don't be pissed if I have to get you out of that room within three seconds of you entering. If I see him shudder ever so slightly, I'll be getting you out of this house ASAP, okay?”


I smiled. “Okay.”


He led me down the hall to Jack's room. His door was closed. I could hear him talking to his mom. Jake pushed the door open slightly. I tensed, prepared for the worst


“Jack?” he asked.


“What?” replied Jack sharply. I'd never heard him use that tone before.


“You have a visitor,” answered Jake. He pushed the door open the rest of the way.


I stepped into the room. Jack's room was about the same size as mine was. The bed was in the corner of the room. In typical guy fashion, there were clothes strewn about. I tried to ignore the pair of shredded jeans in the corner.


Jack was lying on his bed. He was shirtless, much to my delight. It was hard not to be happy just to have seen him. I had missed him quite a bit. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts. It looked like he had grown a foot since I saw him last. His feet hung off the edge of the bed.


“Axelle!” gasped Jack. It was far from the negative reaction I was expecting. A smile started to creep slowly across his face. He couldn't take his eyes off of me.


“Shit,” murmured Jake from behind me.