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Romeo and Juliet

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!


12. Rage

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A smile spread across her face which, was currently under my large russet hand. There was a rustle coming from the woods behind me that made Terra go stiff like a marble statue. The noise sounded like it was coming from multiple animals that were encroaching on the clearing. “I have to go Quil.” Terra said while standing up making my hand drop like it had been electrocuted. “I have…something’s I have to take care of.”

“Ok, do you want me to walk you to your car?” she was already at the edge of the forest; our time together slipping away.

“I think I could get there faster if I just run and I don’t think you could keep up with me. It’s best if you just stay here.”

“Sure,” I tried unsuccessfully to hide the pain in my voice, “so I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.”

“Yeah, bye Quil.” her dainty hand waved to me while she strode into the tall pines.

“Bye Terra.” I’m not sure if she heard me but I hoped she didn’t hear the loneliness in my tone. Suddenly the rustling grew louder so that it came as close to my campsite that I could barely make out it’s large outlines behind the bushes, where it had stopped. My eyes instinctively started to scan the forests; all my senses aware of my surrounding environment. Sitting in the quieting forest where the only sound was the occasional zippering noise that gave me an odd feeling that I wasn’t alone. My heart was beating hard against my ribs, allowing me to hear every frantic beat like you hear them in the suspense of a horror film. Above a dark cloud was drifting in front of the still sun, giving the clearing an ominous feel. Then five tall figures stepped forward blocking me from escaping on all my sides.

It was Sam Uley and his gang. They were all shirtless with either khaki or jean shorts, none of them had shoes and Paul was carrying a black backpack that was dangling about a foot from the ground. I instinctively stepped backwards but unfortunately there was someone behind me and I jerked around at our contact. It was Jacob, and when I momentarily touched his skin it was warm, no blazing hot. Then it clicked why Terra left, she must know they for some reason despise her, she must not want an encounter. “Why are you here?” I tried to keep calm but there was definite acid in my words.

“We have some concerns about you Quil.” Sam said with an authoritative voice, his face giving away nothing.

“And those would be?” He let out a heavy sigh, as is ashamed of something.

“We are concerned bout your new friend that Jacob has told us about. He believes that she is…well a vampire. I know this may sound ridiculous to you but it’s the truth.” I just looked at him through slit eyes, “Did you have any knowledge of this?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “And why should that matter to you?”

“Because she’s a cursed leech,” Jacob spat out from behind me.

“She’s not a leech!” my arms and fingers convulsed, my torso feeling like it was beginning to rip down the sides.

“It’s working.” one of them whispered but I wasn’t sure who. “Jacob keep making him angry, but be ready to phase.” That was clearly Sam’s voice, but his words made no sense.

“She’s a filthy, dammed leech who doesn’t deserve to live.” Jacob looked pained to do this to me but meant every word. “She’s a killer, taking the lives of innocent people.”

“Stop,” the words came out through my now clenched teeth. My eyes began to glaze over with the sweat that was beating profusely down my forehead and body. The sides of my body were caving, my breaths becoming more exasperated with each exhalation. Head swinging back I could feel my body shredding, my skin breaking way to a thick furry coat. A howl escaped from my mouth shocking me at it’s sound. The trees became small and were shaking but that was probably my head which was now at a stand still at my realization. Everything was going black, the world disappearing before me, I was drowning in pain, and it all went blank.

It was dark, I was regaining my consciousness and it didn’t take long for me to figure out my eyes were still closed. Opening them I saw I was in a house, a house I didn’t recognize. It was quaint, lively and there was a strong smell of something baking in an oven. Looking over my shoulder I saw a woman in a small kitchen pulling out a tray of muffins from the oven, their delicious scent wafting my way. I scratched my head in confusion, where was I? what happened? I was in my clearing and Sam was there, there was a lot of pain, and then nothing. The screeching of the door signaled that someone was entering as Sam and the gang stepped through the door. “Good, your awake.” Sam came closer to me, the rest of them headed toward the small kitchen.

“Where am I and why did you take me here?”

‘Your at my house, and you’re here because we couldn’t have you expose what we are.”

“Wh-what we are. I’m not one of you and whatever you are.” I tried to make myself believe but after what had happened I wasn’t sure what I was anymore.

“I’m afraid to say you are, and you will be until the day you die.”

“And what is it that we are?”
He let out another hard sigh like the other day, this one directed toward himself. “We are werewolves.”