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2nd Personal Sun

Bella and Edward have decided to move away to Alaska. Jacob is still trying to cope from the pain of losing his true love, and is unintentionally tearing himself away from the pack. But, what if, Leah and Seth Clearwater had an optimistic little sister to begin with? Can she be the one to brighten Jacob's outlook and save a crumbling pack from falling forever? But, what if something happens to Jake that will effect her just as badly in the end? Can she make it through the scenario and still maintain her sense of trust? More importantly...can she make it out alive? new chapters added!


8. Chapter 8

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The next morning, she again had slept until eleven, but was feeling much better. Although—the blue bruise that was inside her forearm now was double the size it had been yesterday. Strange—she didn’t remember bumping into anything, or doing anything that would make it grow so fast like that. Maybe she fell yesterday when she blacked out.

But, immediately when she sat up from her bed, a horrible, nauseating headache was upon her. Groaning and falling back onto the mattress, she pressed the heel of her hand to her head.

“Damn it,” she muttered. Pushing her legs back under the covers, she tried to sleep it off.

When she awoke again, the headache was gone. Slowly, she lifted herself up to get out of bed for a second time. She glanced at the clock, which now read one-forty. She rolled her eyes and sighed at herself. Hopefully the headache wouldn’t arrive again.

Getting dressed in a pair of simple, grey cotton shorts and a white t-shirt, she put on her sneakers and headed out into the misty outdoors. She figured she needed some fresh air in her system to get rid of the temporary nausea.

She walked on the side of the road near First Beach. The sun was covered by white and grey colored clouds, but the day was still somewhat bright. The air was crisp around her, and she inhaled deeply.

She heard yelling and arguments coming from the north, just up the road. Her body kept moving forward, but her mind was wary about investigating. But she didn’t stop.

Finally, the scene came into full view. It was just Jared and Quil—thank god, her pulse slowed with relief.

They were arguing about something and it looked to be very serious. No one else was around, which was strange. Quil looked hot and bothered, his fists clenched. Jared stood his ground and stared Quil straight in the eye.

“Jared,” Quil growled, “I don’t appreciate you...attacking my girlfriend!”

They didn’t seem to notice when Kiralee quickly ducked behind a bush to listen in.

“I didn’t attack her!” Jared defended. “For one thing, she wasn’t being very bright. Who searches the forest for you when we’re on our patrol? All I did was growl a little. What was I supposed to do? I was on patrol! You’re blowing this way out of proportion, dude.”

“Excuse me? You’re telling me I’m blowing this out of proportion, when you almost took the life of my girlfriend last night when you attacked her? Are you mentally dysfunctional?”

I didn’t attack her!” Jared repeated, angrier. His fingers started to shake.

Quil, on the other hand, was shaking all over. It reminded Kiralee of the day when Leah almost phased against her. She shuddered silently.

“Claire is terrified out of her mind right now. What are you going to about it?”

“I’ll probably just go apologize…because I don’t want to scare Claire,” he added quickly once he saw Quil had adopted a victorious grin. “I still didn’t do anything wrong.”

Quil rolled his eyes, anger creeping back into his features. “Jared, would you just be a man and own up to it? Why are you making this harder than it needs to be?”

“For the last, and I mean last,” Jared growled menacingly, so much so that Kiralee found herself gripping the fern leaf, “I did not do anything out of the ordinary to Claire. Quite honestly, I think she’s the one blowing this out of proportion. She’s just so used to the ‘goody-two-shoes, admire the rainbows and dance in the rain’ type Quil. She’s never experienced anything outside of you. A little fear might toughen her up a bit.”

Kiralee pressed her lips together to muffle her laughter.

“Jared, I swear to god, I’m going to tear the goddamn meat right off your bones if you don’t take that back right now,” Quil hissed, convulsing. “Not only are you insulting her, you’re insulting me.”

Kiralee’s silent laughter ceased.

Fight me for it!” Jared yelled back, trembling. “Let’s see how much you really are a man!”

“Are you kidding me?” Quil said, stepping forward.

“What, are you a coward? Has Claire rubbed off on you so much you won’t even have a clean fight?”

Quil’s convulsed so hard, his whole frame was vibrating in the still air.

Right when Quil was about to explode, Kiralee jumped from the bush.

Stop it!” she screamed.

It was too late. Quil was already phased, but Jared had remained cool enough to notice Kiralee. His angry expression was replaced with shock. And even though he was a wolf, Quil wasn’t angry anymore, and his head was cocked to the side, staring at her.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” she yelled at them, frustrated. She marched over to them with her fists clenched. “You guys are being absolutely ridiculous! You’re brothers!”

No one said anything. They continued to stare at her.

“You’re supposed to be like this,” she said, twisting her index and middle finger together in a tight bond. Her voice was steady and slightly calmer. “This,” she gestured to the bond, “doesn’t include taunting and fighting each other.”

Still, no one uttered a word.

Her voice was now quiet, almost a whisper. “What happened to all of you?” she said, and she knew that they knew she meant the pack. “Ever since Jacob…”

Jared walked over to her and placed a comforting hug around her. Tears welled in her eyes. Quil noticed this, and trotted over to place his snout in front of her face. A single whine escaped his lips.

She shook Jared off and backed one step away. “Everyone needs to stop this insanity. Between everyone and Leah, you and Quil, Jake and Bella…” she drifted off. “I may not know a lot about being in a pack, but I do know that it’s not supposed be like this.” She shook her head, confirming her thoughts.

“I know,” Jared said in a deep voice. “It’s not.”

She sniffed. “You have to stop. For all we know, this could go on for so long that the pack could break apart forever, and it’ll be the last of the Quileutes. Do you want that to happen?” When the guys didn’t answer, she just continued. She took their silence as a confirmation that they didn’t. “Then don’t fight. You shouldn’t be fighting each other, you should be protecting the community and your families. If anything, you should be fighting any possible threat like…” she gulped, but swallowed her pride and spat the word. “Vampires.”

Jared and Quil looked down uncomfortably. She noticed, and decided to share her feelings while she got the chance. Just when she was about to speak, there was a rustling in the woods. Shockingly, the boys didn't notice, but Kiralee's heart rate sped up. She didn't know what was in there, but she knew something was. She attempted to ignore it.

“Okay, I get it.” She said, throwing her arms in the air. “I get it. You made a pact with the Cullens. But, even so, the pact only stated them, right? So discussing other possible…’strays’, I guess…shouldn’t be an issue anymore, guys. It’s a word. Vampires. ‘Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words can never hurt you’? Really, they can’t. You’re more powerful, better equipped, and convieniently populated. Hiding from the word isn’t going to make it disappear. You’re going to have to face it sometime. And, I know, you guys hate to mention them anymore because of all the ridiculous and chaotic mess that happened with Jacob and Bella and whatever, but really, that’s the past. As Oscar Wilde once said, “The one charm of the past is that it is the past”. Jake—and everyone else, for that matter—need to move on. What’s done is done. There’s no changing it.”

The boys stared at her incredulously.

“Face it, guys.” She added, answering their expressions.

When they didn’t answer, she started to walk away back home. But, just as she turned, she saw in the corner of her eye Jared’s face, biting his lip and his eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed—nodding in agreement.