.She's Not In-between, Just Other.
There's a visitor in Forks, but she's definitely no tourist. That appears to be all that’s definite, though. Well…that and her stunning beauty. Can the Cullens figure out just exactly who or what she is? Could her mysterious male companions provide the answers? Set a decade or so after Breaking Dawn ends…Renesmee is full grown (and married to Jacob) and the wolf pack at La Push has grown significantly. Apart from that, everything is pretty much the same…
I don't own Twilight, unfortunately. I do, however, own Freyvarr. Her soul is mine! Muhahaha!
7. Chapter 7 - Emotions
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Freyvarr walked far enough from the house that they might out of hearing range, with Jacob following behind. She pitied him momentarily, for he was evidently uncomfortable in her presence. It was strange how hard she tried to make everyone she met feel comfortable, but this only ever aroused suspicion. What had she done to these people except extend genuine friendship? Surely she did not deserve to see the way that their eyes would admire her one moment and then slip away guiltily the next? Did she deserve the hostility of the half vampire, Renesmee? This would not do. But such was the curse of innumerable blessings – for who in the world would trust in such absolute power? Only someone, concluded Freyvarr, who had been suitably...persuaded...
“Jacob,” said Freyvarr, “Please be at ease, I have nothing horrific to ask of you. It was only that Edward seemed to think that there was something that I needed to know about Reon. He said that you would be the one to ask. That is the only reason that I wished to speak with you.”
“Reon? Yes, I suppose you should know. It isn’t an easy thing to say though. It’s because he is a wolf – there are certain things that we do. We are capable of something that we call imprinting. It happens on first sight. It’s like... like falling in love – in just a few seconds. We don’t have any control over it; it could happen at any time and with any girl. Except...well nobody would have expected...”
“No-one would have expected it to happen between a dog and a blood-sucker?”
Jacob didn’t reply, he looked uncomfortable again. “It’s not just that. I don’t think anybody had been expecting Reon to imprint for a while yet anyway.”
“Why so?” said Freyvarr, and she thought back to when she had first seen Reon in the forest. She only remembered that he had been so full of rage, large in confidence and yet...small and... underdeveloped? “How old is he?”
“Fourteen?!” cried Freyvarr.
“Yes, but it will be o-“
“You’re letting a boy of just fourteen run around killing vampires?”
“We needed him and he changed so young, we thought he must be ready.”
Back in the house, Jasper could sense at least a dozen different emotions in the air. One was a strong sense of jealously, mingling with mistrust. Another was intrigue and curiosity, strongest felt from Carlisle who appeared to be deep in thought. Not long after Freyvarr and Jacob had left, all of the other wolves ran back into the woods to change, returning just in time to hear from outside the house a cry of “Fourteen?!” Hearing this, Reon’s head automatically snapped in the direction of the sound, suddenly alarmed – almost as if someone had called not his age, but his name. It was barely any time after this exclamation before the very woman who had exclaimed it returned to the room. Upon her entrance, Reon stood - apparently compelled by an emotion that even Jasper could not identify – and Freyvarr surveyed him once more, taking in his human form. He was scrawny compared to the other wolves and though tall for his age, shorter than all of them too. The emotions that Jasper identified in Freyvarr might have been a mix of pity and disdain, but it was hard to tell because just as he was getting to grips with them, she looked at him, frowned and then the emotions that he felt from her melted into nothingness; a blank signal. This was something that unlike Edward, Jasper had never experienced before. It almost felt as if she wasn’t there. Though his eyes insisted that she was - and his ears, his nose, etc. - his very basic instincts, those that most closely linked with his ability, wanted to deny her existence. She simply wasn’t registering on his radar anymore.
Some people, however, were very definitely registering.
Reon was panicking. Why didn’t she like him? He wasn’t asking her to love him – he realised that he could never deserve the love of The Precious - but couldn’t she at least acknowledge him? Or want to know him? She must understand from talking with Jacob what had happened, how he felt. Yet she said nothing. The silence stretched onwards and Reon was forced to take a seat. How would he be able to live if they continued like this? In the time that he had met Freyvarr, his life had already become doomed to eternal disappointment, but he couldn’t bring himself to think ill of her or cut off the flow of affection that had wormed its way into his heart. One day – he hoped – one day when he was older...but no. He had been told that he would not age so long as he continued to phase. Perhaps the pack would not need him, perhaps he could leave? It would be a betrayal of his family, a disappointment to his parents...and it would mean losing his friends, but wouldn’t it be worth it for a chance to age? A chance to win the heart of His Precious whenever the time came that she would look upon him as an equal...
He watched her, The Beautiful One, as she made a point of ignoring him. She was talking to Carlisle now. The conversation was trivial. Oddly, this didn’t mean that anything that came from her lips seemed any less profound then when she had talked of danger and clans and war. Perhaps that was because she approached every subject with the same perfect ease and the same mirthful delight. That smile said it all...
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