A Jacob imprint story! Jacob/OC
2. Chapter 2
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“Stephanie, where’s your brother?” a middle aged woman, Steph and Quil’s mom, asked.
“Up in his room,” she answered. “For the first time in weeks,” she added under her breath.
“Will you call him for dinner, please?”
“Sure, I’ll get him.” Steph trudged up the stairs to her brother’s room.
She tapped on Quil’s door.
“Yeah?” came the gruff, low voice inside the room.
“Mom wants you. It’s dinner time.”
“Since when have we had dinner as a family?” Quil asked, opening the door and stepping into the hallway.
“Since mom decided to be worried about you since you keep disappearing.”
“Disappearing?” Quil questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. You leave. For hours on end. You skip school. And the other day I --”
“Stephy, chill. I’m not doing anything bad. Really, “I promise. I’m just not allowed to tell you what’s happening. The minute I get the okay, I’ll tell you, I swear. All right?”
Steph looked up at him uncertainly. “Well, as long as you do tell me…”--he nodded-- “… And as long as it won’t be forever…”
“I hope it’s not forever. I want to tell you, Stephy, I really do.”
And they walked down to supper together.
Melanie stared out into the woods through her bedroom window. She lived right on the edge of the boundary line that ended the La Push Indian Reserve. Her mom worked in Forks, and her dad in La Push, so living on the boundary put both of them pretty close to their jobs.
She opened the window wide, leaning out and noticing the little things. A toad, croaking loudly. Two birds, calling to each other. A bat, flitting through the sky; she could hear the flutter of its wings. A bug buzzing in the grass. She closed her eyes and breathed in the musky, woodsy smell of the outdoors. No smell could rival that of nature itself. The crisp aroma of rain, the smoky scent of fire, the fresh sharp essence of soil.
Melanie opened her eyes and peered out into the dark woods. She bit her lip to hold back a screech. A pair of glowing eyes shone back at her from the woods. She strained her eyes, trying to tell what the animal was. It spun and dashed off into the thick forest with a quick burst of speed.
A wolf? thought Melanie. That’s what it looked like… But it was pretty big… A bear? But a bear wouldn’t be that quick or agile… A wolf. It had to be a wolf. But still…
She tried to catch a glimpse of the animal again, raking her eyes over the blackness. Nothing. She sighed and closed her window.
Steph woke abruptly; she glanced at her clock, it read 2:30 am. She heard the sound that had awakened her; it was coming from Quil’s room across the hall. She tiptoed to it, peering into the dimly lit room.
“Stephy? What are you doing up?” he whispered, noticing her. She slipped through the doorway, closing the door behind her.
“I could ask you the same thing.” she crossed her arms and her gaze took in what he was wearing. “You’re in jeans. No one sleeps in jeans.”
“I couldn’t sleep. I’m going on a walk.”
She didn’t buy his lie, narrowing her eyes. “Likely story. I bet it just so happens that Jacob and Embry can’t sleep and this particular moment and want to take walks too.” When he opened his mouth to protest, she continued. “The other day, I saw you with that Uley kid- what’s his name? - Sam. He’s no good, Quil, you never used to hang out with people like that and now… it seems like you’re… well, you’re different. Changed.”
He sighed. “It’s not what you think it is. Sam really is a great guy- not at all bad like I used to say. And didn’t we already have this conversation?”
Steph’s arms dropped from being crossed defensively in front of her to hang limply by her sides. “Fine. Go wherever you need to, Quil,” she said, noticing him glance anxiously towards the clock. “You don’t have to tell me, and… mom and dad won’t find out about this unless you tell them.”
He smiled affectionately at her and pulled her into a hug. “Thanks, Stephy. You’re the best little sister ever,” he teased.
She rolled her eyes but pushed against his chest. “Can’t…breathe… Quil…” she gasped out.
He chuckled and released her.
“Now there’s another thing I’d like to find out…” she whispered after him as he went quietly down the stairs to the door. “…why is it you’re suddenly so strong!?”
He answered by flashing her a smile and flexing his arm before disappearing through the doorway.