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A Walk in the Moonlight

Summary:
A walk in the moonlight is all it takes for secrets to be shed, surprises to be shared, and a twist that can alter all in their world. A walk in the moonlight is all it takes for someone to find a monster in someone they thought they could trust, learn of something they know will change their life forever, and will either destroy or shed light on a flame that can be reborn to it's extent. ______________________________________________________________________________ Hey everyone! I practically re-did the story! Well it's almost exactly the same but I just re-worded certain things. But it's all for the better! So please re-read the entire thing because I may have added a few things and chapters. ;) Enjoy!


Notes:
Do you want to find out the secrets? Surprises? The twist? Do you want to know about the monster that someone could trust? Something that will change their life? the flame that can be reborn to it's extent? Then read on. -Liliana Luna Raine (my vamp name)


9. A Secret Crush/ Mon flueve de Chanteur

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Chapter 12 Version 1 Part 3: A Secret Crush

Sitting at the lunch room table with Emmett, I was eating my cold slice of pizza.

“How the hell do you eat that stuff?”

“Well usually pizza is awesome…but this cafeteria food stinks. Literally.”

“It sure does!” He exclaimed, wrinkling his nose.

“What would happen if someone dared you to eat human food?” I asked, simply curious.

“What would happen if someone dared you to eat dirt?” he fired back.

“So you would do it?”

“Sure…but it ‘aint pretty when it comes back up.”

“What do you mean? You throw it up?”

“Ya, and you don’t wanna see that! Like I said…not pretty.”

“Good to know, Emmett. Thanks for sharing.” I said disgusted.

I looked around the lunchroom in search of my stalker. Curious as to if he was staring at me like he usually did. What he needs to do is get a life. I looked to his table where he usually sat all alone…but it was empty. Nothing but nothing. Hmm…that’s weird.

“Where’s stalker- boy?” I asked Emmett, trying to make a joke out of it, while hoping he would know.

“Who?” He was obviously tooken by surprise.

“Derek.”

“Oh.” He calmed down and suddenly smiled hugely. “He’s not here anymore.”

“He moved?” I questioned.

“Sure.” He probably lied.

“Let’s just say my brothers had a little chat with him.” Because of Emmett shedding his “evil” grin, suspicion took over me, but I’m not going to say anything else on the subject. I don’t really think I want to know.

“Enough about Derek.” Emmett started. “He’s taken care of. How would you like it if I took you somewhere important to me? My special place where I like to hang and be alone, so that I won’t go crazy.”

“Sure…I’d love that!” I said happily. Ever since the day he saved me, I’ve had a secret crush on him. But I’m too much of a chicken to admit it. Especially since I found out that he was a vampire, which took a little while to get used to. But now I have something to look forward to. And maybe this friend-date will lead to something more. J

Chapter 13 Version 1 Part 4: Mon flueve de Chanteur

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Saturday came in a breeze. It was still a surprise to where he was taking me. All he told me was that we are going to “Mon flueve de Chanteur”, which of course is a foreign language that I don’t know. We drove past his house on the winding curve road.

He pulled up to the edge of the forest, and not even a second after he had stopped the car he appeared at the other side of my passenger door. “Oh!” I exclaimed. “You scared me half to death!”

He only had an unmistakably sexy grin on his face, and opened my door for me. “We’ll be walking for a little while, until we get to Mon flueve de Chanteur.”

“Excuse me?.” I silently muttered. He just kept grinning as if everything was right in the world.

We began walking as I began thinking about what was to come. Where was he taking me? Does he return the feelings I have for him? Is this just a friend date or a date date? Many questions and none answered, but I will find my answers soon enough.

As I was walking uphill with Emmett, I started to hear what sounded like water trickling along rocks, in a stream of some sort. It sounded very peaceful , calming, and relaxing.

“We’re here.” Emmett whispered. He moved a door sized leaf and revealed to me his secret, special place. My jaw dropped below my feet. It was so beautiful my eyes were taking forever to take it all in. It was so beautiful I was having trouble comprehending how breathtaking it was.

Purple, green, blue, yellow, pink, red, orange, violet, and ---every other rainbow color you can imagine--- colored flowers surrounded and enveloped every inch of the forest floor and blossomed from the tall trees. They covered the light blue trickling stream that flowed in an almost straight line down the smooth hill. And as you look out beyond the trees, which sunlight peeked through, you could see many unique sights. Like the houses far away, Edward and Bella’s meadow, trees far beyond, and a herd of deer drinking from another river about 2 miles down.

“Oh my gosh. It’s magnificent!” I yelled. Not believing the sight.

“It’s Mystic River, flueve mystique. Ya like it?” He smiled.

“Are you kidding?! It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life!” Besides you. I added as an after thought. I would come here every day if I could.

As I thought about what he called this place, I remembered I was curious as to what it meant…in English.

“What does Mon flueve de Chanteur mean?”

“It means My Singers River.”

“That’s pretty.” … “Could you decode that for me?”

“A singer is someone who’s scent of their blood calls out to a vampire. That person is the vampire’s singer. For example, Bella used to be Edward’s singer, when she was human I mean. But technically she still is since he loves her and she still calls out to him in a way that doesn’t involve blood, but in a loving way. And I named it ‘my singer’s river’ because this river would belong to my singer also, as well as me.”

You smell like an Ocean Breeze.”

“Really? That’s pretty.”

“Yes…you are.”

I blushed like one of those dolls with the bright red circles on their cheeks.

“Oh.” “Well who is your singer?” I simply asked. He hesitated for the slightest second, then decided that he would tell me.

“You.” He proclaimed.