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Romeo and Juliet

Summary:
My name is Quil Ateara, and up untill recently there were three things I was sure about. First, I thought I was best friends with Jacob Black, and Embry Call. Second, I was sure I was human. And third, I believed that there was no real existance of mythical creatures. How could I have been so wrong? Once Jacob and Embry join the pack, Quil is left alone and confused. When he stumbles upon a lone vampire, he doesn't realize at first what she is, or what he is to become. And when their friendship becomes closer, the pack threatens to tare it apart. Chapter 22 now up!


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1. Discovery

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The school year was finally coming to and end, but I was more than happy, and not just to get out of the old, falling apart building. I was glad to have a reason not to run into Jacob and Embry, my so-called friends. For months now they have both been sucked into Sam’s gang, and neither ever speak to me, they just hang on whatever word Sam said. It’s like they were possessed, and by the mask like expression they always have on, I was sure that was most likely the answer. I would try to snap them out of it, get them back to normal, but whenever I got up the courage to talk to them it was instantly melted by one of their cold looks. Also, they were so tall now, I felt like a dwarf just looking up at them, so I avoided doing so at all costs. Sitting in my wobbly desk, I starred at the seemingly slow clock, waiting every second for the final bell to ring, and set me free of this place. The kids in my class began a count down as the last few seconds slipped away. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…,” they counted with the movement of the clocks hands, “… four, three, two…,”. A loud, ringing sent students rushing through the doors, teachers wishing them a happy summer as they passed by one last time. I couldn’t get out fast enough, which was mostly because of the throng of people in front of me, all trying to exit out of the few doors that would let them escape this place. When I finally pushed my way out, I breathed in the summer air, taking in all its scents. I was free, free of learning, free of my annoyingly old teachers, and free of the death glares I got from Sam’s gang. Whenever they glared at me, there look was to say ’we don’t want you in our group’. But I had a feeling it was a good thing, not being in their gang. Not that they were like a drug dealing, crime committing, tough guy gang, it was that they were a do-good gang, protectors they called themselves. “Protectors,” I scoffed, like we needed protectors in La Push, I don’t even think we had that much crime. What could they possibly protect us from. It was then I realized I was glaring into thin air, and there were a few curious eyes now starring at me like I was crazy. I quickly ran from them, but I could have sworn I heard laughing in the direction from where they were. Great, all I needed was for more people to look at me in a way I didn’t want them to. As the forest began to surround me, I started to get calm, not wanting to do something I would regret. The forest was comforting to me, ever since I was young I would walk, deep into it’s unknown, just watching everything with awed curiosity. For days I could wander it’s domain, just taking in it’s natural beauty, feeling like I belonged here, which I felt no where else. Far in the distance, I could just hear the crashing of the waves against the shores. The wake would be gentle today, as few boats ever sailed very close to the beach. My feet, unconsciously, began stepping one in front of the other, to the waters edge. The walk would be long, for I was about a mile away, but I remained undiscouraged; reveling in being alone. Never before had I enjoyed being by myself, yet lately it would seem that was how I always was, alone. I knew what caused the change in my social habits, but I was content for the moment in keeping things the way they were. The massive maples, and pines, began to thin, as did the undergrowth that was beneath my feet. A jade light suddenly filled the atmosphere, warming my russet skin, then fading as clouds once again covered the sky. With my next few steps, I left the labyrinth of trees, and stepped into the open land that was first beach. All was silent, and a light breeze passed through my short, black hair. At first I thought I was alone, but I became aware of another person near by. I began walking further out of the shade to find I was right. At the edge of the water stood a strikingly pale figure, who looked to be no more than 5ft tall. It was unmistakably a girl, as she wore a light pink dress that went down to just about her knees. She was thin, not like a stick, slightly curvy, and had light mahogany hair that went about an inch past her shoulder blade. But I couldn’t see her face as she was turned away from me, just her straight hair blowing lightly with the wind. I walked forward to her, getting closer with each footsteps. Stopping just about 10ft from her, she remained still unaware of my close presence. “Hello,” I said in my rough voice, making her jump a little at the sound. Her head, ever so slowly, turned my way, allowing me to see how beyond beautiful she was. She had a heart shaped face, with thick red lips, and small closed eyes. I’m pretty sure by now my jaw dropped at seeing her face; it’s perfection blinding. Now her lids, unwillingly began to open, as if hoping that when they did no one would be there. When they were finally looking back at me, I was positive my mouth was wide open now, as my gaze became locked with her sparkling purple eyes. As soon as she saw me her hand lifted to her chest, in an amazingly quick motion, and panic filled her face. I couldn’t comprehend her expression; it was as if she feared me, for reasons I didn’t know. And the moment I stepped forward to talk to her, she was gone; vanished in mid air. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, as if to make her reappear, but she didn’t. Walking over to where she stood, I looked down at her tiny footprints that remained, with no trail leading away from them.