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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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14. Least Expected Change

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As I nearly sprinted through the town many curious eyes met my retreating figure. I didn’t want to go through the forest, it’s comfort to me only reminded my why I felt that way about it. How I felt at home there was merely because of what I was, a creature of the woods, a monster. Just breath Quil, keep yourself calm,just breath. My breaths were far from jagged, their length changing with each one that passed. My stomach growled, not a werewolf growl, but an ‘I’m hungry’ growl. The town store coming in sight I knew I was not far from the food which I ravenously desired. Never before had I felt so hungry, so desperate to eat something like this before. But I didn’t dwell long on this new occurrence for I was more concentrated on the kitchen which I was nearing as I opened the door. Even in my haste I stopped dead in my tracks. The living room, it was clean, spotless even. But what surprised me the most is the old recliner was empty, uninhibited by my lazy father.

“Dad? Are you here.” as if to answer my question my father stepped out from the kitchen and came forward. He was dressed for the day, gray slacks on with a white button down shirt on, tucked neatly in. The beard that once covered his chin was gone, and his hair was combed back and clean looking. “Dad, did something happen.” he sighed and then looked me in the eye.

“Well son I’ve been thinking. Ever since your mom died I’ve been a little…lazy. I haven’t paid attention to you or taken care of you like I should have and I’m sorry for that. But after along talk with Billy I came to my senses and I’m ready to be a good father again, for you.” that was not the answer I was expecting although I was glad he was back to normal I was concerned about what Billy had said to him. I didn’t know if Billy knew what Jacob was, or what I was for that matter, and that shook me a little.

“Dad what exactly did you talk with Billy about?” he didn’t want to answer that was clear on his face and he was reluctant to open his mouth to speak.

“Well we talked about you and how your growing up. How I need to be there to support you with all the changes your going through.” so he knew and sounded as if he knew for awhile, and that he had been keeping this from me.

“So, you know about Sam and them and me being a…you know…” I couldn’t say it, much like when I talked with Terra I could never wrap my mind around what she was, and now what I was as well.

“Yes son, I do. I knew you would all along but I was too distracted to tell you and I guess after a while I figured that maybe you were human. I wish I had told you, prepared you as best I could but it’s law that your suppose to find out on your own and I guess you did.”

“But dad, doesn’t it… I don’t know bother you… you know with what I am and everything. I mean I’m a monster dad…isn’t that against nature or something.”

“Well no. And your not a monster so stop thinking that. Listen son, werewolf or not I still love you with all my heart, and your mother did too.” so there he said it, the word I had been dreading since it first passed through Sam’s lips. I hated that word, that creature I had become. Self-loathing was not a common thing for me to do, but right now I loathed, and I loathed more than I ever had in my entire life. I didn’t want to talk anymore on this subject so I just passed smoothly by my father to the kitchen. My hand instinctively went to open the fridge and I pulled out an assortment of deli meats and a roll from the cabinets. After grabbing a plate and some spicy-brown mustard I sat down at the table and assembled my sandwich. “Son, is everything alright?” my father had followed me in and was standing across the table, hands in his pockets, looking at me.

“Yeah Dad.” he didn’t look reassured and I was not looking forward to him pressing for more answers which I assumed he would.

“Your sure, cause you look kind of down. Is something bothering you?”

“No Dad, I just want to eat alone if you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” and with that he left a little dumbfounded from my hostility. I kind of liked you better when you were unobservant, I thought to myself. As I devoured my lunch it didn’t satisfy me the way I would have thought it would with how hungry I had been. But I was more or less solemn now from my conversation with my father. I wanted him to understand, to be able to shout out that I hated what I was, hated that this was forced upon me, hated how Sam had made Jake turn on me, and hated most of all that I was now a sworn enemy to Terra. I knew I was, they didn’t say it but it was obvious that the pack did not get along with vampires in the least bit. In a matter of days it seemed as if my whole world had been turned upside down. There were parts I didn’t regret; meeting Terra and becoming her friend, but what I had become that I would always regret.

How will I tell Terra, this thought had never occurred to me before. I would have to tell her, I couldn’t deny it as much as I wanted too. But how would she react? Would she think of me as a monster, would she run away? This thought frightened me, Terra was my only friend right now and if I lost her I my life would surely fall apart. All I knew was that up until recently there three things I had been sure of. First I was sure that Jake and Embry had turned on me. Second I was sure I was human. Finally I had been sure that there were no existence of mythical creatures. How could I have I been so wrong?