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Help Her

Summary:
Sequel to Protect Her, Love Her, Hold Her, Keep Her, From Her, With Her, Beside Her, and Near Her. Thirty years and three children later, Quil and Claire have settled down and settled in to their happy life together. But when an old enemy moves back into town and threatens a member of their family in a way no one could have predicted, how will they keep him safe?


Notes:
I am SERIOUSLY running out of titles here. I'll need some suggestions when the sequel rolls around. So read the prequels. Please. Or else this will be extremely confusing.


9. Chapter 9

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“Why, hello, Quil. To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?”

It’s Carlisle who answered the door. That helped a little. He was my favorite of the bloodsuckers. Not that that’s saying much, but still.

“I came to talk. About your being here.”

“Ah. Would you like to come in?”

Silently, I followed him into the house. Everything was so white, totally free of color. I’d only been there once before, a lifetime ago, when I was in high school, for Bella’s graduation party. The darkness had stopped me from seeing the blinding paleness of the color scheme.

It suited them.

“May I ask how your wife is?”

“Claire’s fine.” My voice was clipped. None of his business. “It’s been years, after all.”

“I was not purely inquiring after her physical well-being.”

“She’s fine,” I repeated. “Why do you, no offense, care? She is, after all, married to your mortal enemy, and all that.”

“Beyond the fact that she was my patient, years ago? I can see that excuse won’t cut ice with you…” he sighed and shifted a little in the seat- vamps tended to be completely still, unless they were stressed out or something. “I feel I can… relate. To your position. My daughter, Rosalie, was… I changed her to save her life, after her fiancée and four of his friends raped her and left her for dead. My wife, Esme, tried to commit suicide after she lost a child—the child of a man who beat her. It took twenty years before Rose could look any of us in the eye, and five before Esme stopped wincing every time someone came too close.”

“Oh.” Wow. I didn’t think… I guess I’d attributed the leech’s interest in Claire to gossipy curiosity. I’d never have thought… Wow. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He smiled, a one-sided expression. “I’m quite impressed. I suppose humans are more resilient than our kind. We tend not to change very easily.”

“Huh. That’s interesting.”

“Yes.”

“So, yeah, Claire’s doing really well. We have kids, you know. A son and two daughters.”

“Congratulations, though it’s rather belated,” he said.

“That’s why I came here today… look. I have to say, I don’t have a huge problem with you guys being here, personally. It’s a pretty stupid rivalry, and all that. We’re better than it. But the thing is… my kid. My son. I don’t… when the vampires are around… it’s pretty much a sure bet he’ll be a werewolf if you stick around. And I’d really rather that didn’t have to happen.” I’d meant to be a little sneakier about the request, but the revelation left me a little staggered. I figured I owed him honesty in return. “So, yeah. I mean, I don’t want to screw with your life, but I’ve got to ask nicely- can you live somewhere else? For his sake. He’s only five years old. I don’t want him risking his life to fight vampires by the time he’s twelve. Please.”