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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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19. Dreams and Nightmares

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Feet pounding on the shag carpet steps I nearly barreled my way to the second floor and straight back to my room. Hands sweating hard my fingers slid on the doorknob and it took me a few tries to finally get it one. All the anxious tension I had felt instantly melted away as there on my bed sat Terra looking like a statue of Venus carved out of a beautiful marble stone. I felt slightly awkward that she was here in my boring closet-sized bedroom but mostly happy that we had more time to spend together. Her butterscotch eyes looked straight into mine and although they were mesmerizing all the same I still missed the old violet color they used to be.

Walking only two steps to the edge of the bed I sat myself down to the right of her not sure what to say. After a minute of silence I began to whistle to myself not sure of the tune I was playing. She turned to me and an unreadable expression came across her pale face. My whistling stopped and my cheeks turned a little red, “What?” my tone innocent and curious.

“Nothing, I was just listening and trying to figure out what you were whistling too.”

“That makes two of us.” the corners of her lips turned up and her head shook slightly back and forth.

“How can you not know?” I just shrugged and she dropped the subject. “So, what did they say?”

“They said your not allowed on the reservation, that it’s against the treaty.” I said the last word as if it were in air quotes as I had never seen any proof that this treaty truly existed.

“The Cullen’s said that as well.” a sullen look made it’s way across her face. “Maybe I shouldn’t come to the reservation anymore.” the light-hearted mood that I had felt not more than ten minutes ago seemed to have entirely evaporated. What could I do to stop her if she truly wanted to leave. Would I run after her like the lovesick puppy I was starting to become, or would I just go on with my life, try to forget. I turned back to her but she wasn’t there, and after a moment of panic I saw her sitting on the floor, legs Indian style with her hands on her temples.

“Goodnight Terra.” the words barely made a sound as they came out of my mouth but I couldn’t say nothing seeing as she might not be there when I awoke. Laying down on my side, not even bothering to lay the quilt over myself, I began to drift off into a deep slumber, avoiding any thoughts of what I might not see the next time my eyes would open.

I was in the forest, tall cedars and oaks on all sides of me making my own height look small in comparison. My eyes darted through the trees until they caught what they were looking for, a small figure with a light pink dress, walking away from where I stood. “Terra,” my rough voice called to her but it was engulfed by the near sound of crashing waves on the shore. “Terra,” she still didn’t hear and my legs instinctively started towards her, weaving past the undergrowth that lined along the forest floor.

Her head turned the slightest bit behind her, enough for me to see her nose and the corners of her lips down in a deep frown. Then she was gone, moving to fast for me to see, sprinting opposite me, trying to get away. I stopped in my tracks, and sides heaved in pain making my breaths come short. I whispered her name although I knew she wouldn’t hear me but I tried to make myself believe she did. My body fell ached to the lush ground and a hollowed howl escaped me despite myself. I felt so overcome with pure agony, and hoping that only death would come to make it all stop.

My eyes snapped open, and a cold sweat covered my face. It was just a nightmare, I repeated to myself, then looking to the floor to prove myself right. She wasn’t there and the pain I had felt in my dream began to take over my emotions once more. Suddenly I heard a light clatter of glass on wood and assumed it was just my father getting breakfast, but as I looked to my watch it said 8:00 and if he was abiding by his new try-to-be-a-good-father routine then it might not be him. With only a few shreds of hope left I picked myself up and walked down the stairs.