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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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6. Encounter

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I was surrounded now by the familiar confines of the forest. The day had become sunnier, the light in the woods an almost jade now. Now being more careful of my footings, for the ground was starting to slope upward. To my far right I could hear the waves crashing against the bottom of the cliffs. I had never been cliff diving, but it never sparked my interest either. Also I knew whom I would probably run into if I went cliff diving, and that turned me away too. And although I resent Jake and Embry I still wanted to understand. What had happened to them those days that they were out? Did Sam get to them then? But most of all I wanted to know why they just abandoned me, why they couldn’t be friends with Sam and me at the same time? This is was what really made me so content just to let them go, just to stand by and watch as their faces were permanently changed to the masks they now wore. I knew it was wrong to give up, but they gave up first and for that I simply returned the favor. My fists had clenched by this point, I felt the rage nearly ripping me in half, but I breathed in deeply, fighting it off. I hated giving into my anger, letting it control me, that’s the only thing that kept me from exploding with furry. And when Sam and his gang glared at me I would nearly cave in, and it seemed as if they were waiting for that, for me to cave and finally go off. And in that thought I regretted coming this way as the words speak of the devil, ran through my mind. There standing at the cliffs edge was nonetheless Sam Uley and his loyal followers. I wanted so much to be invisible as five unreadable eyes bore into me. For a long moment we just stood there, starring at each other, not a word being said. It was Sam who stepped forward, big surprise. Together they all looked alike, but Sam was distinct in his older, more adult face. “Quil, what are you doing here?” his voice was business like, showing no emotions.“Nothing, I was just walking through the woods.” I hid my feelings too, not wanting to give away the anger I felt. “Why do you care?” I mumbled under my breath.“We were just curious.” I was sure I had said that low enough so no one would hear, and I was infuriated he even had the stupidity to answer.“Well now you know. If you don’t mind I’m going to leave.” I said, acid coloring my tone. I turned away, beginning to walk back into the forest.“That was rude.” I heard Paul say quietly to the others, but loud enough for me to hear.“I’m rude.” Turning back to them, astonishment took over most of control.“Yes you are.” Paul retorted and I saw his hands shaking violently. Sam put a hand out to his chest as if to stop him from starting a scrawl. Then I saw my fingers curling and uncurling convulsively; was I becoming like them with their strange habits? This pushed me away, nearly running back into the shade of the trees. I didn’t bother to finish what I had started, I merely needed to get away before I broke, and gave in. I heard them still talking, someone was saying ‘he was so close to changing, why did you stop them’ and that made me wonder what they meant. Who was close to what? Did they mean me? What did they think I was to change into, a member of the gang or something? All this swirled in my head, but I was concentrating more on breathing in and out and finding my way back to camp. Nearly hacking my way through the branches I moved as fast I could to the point of running to get away from the scene I had just left. Once I was back to my clearing I saw the sun about to touch the horizon in a downward motion. I crawled into my tent and placing my fingers to my temples, still breathing deeply. It had taken all my strength to get of there without going into rage, and I needed to just sit and calm down. What were they saying, what did it mean? In one day all that I was sure of seemed to crumble to dust, and I found myself being pulled into a world of unanswered questions, just waiting for me to unravel them, and hope that in the process I don’t fall apart myself.