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Chapter 1 : A Sight to See

Seth

I rested my head on top of my hand, sighing every minute in boredom. I chewed on Emily's blueberry muffin halfheartedly. Don't get me wrong, Emily's cooking skill was a godsend and it couldn't get any more delicious, but spending years eating it, you'll get fed up with it. I once thought it was impossible, but turned out I was wrong, like many others thing in life.

The fire flickered; the shadows casted on us shifted vaguely. The fire woods crackled under the heat. Everyone sat around the campfire; the guys putting their arm around their own couple while Billy retold our legends again and again, still as captivating as ever. But now, I simply wasn't in the mood.

After Billy told the Quileute folklore, we all went off on our own near the campsite. I was completely alone; at least that was what I felt. Life just wasn't as fun as before. With the Cullens gone, I was usually bored the hell out of my mind in the reservation. Jacob with a full-grown Renesmee—trouble times two; Sam and Emily—an everlasting love; Paul and Rachel in a long-distance relationship although now she came to Forks almost every weekend; Jared and Kim—a budding romance; Quil and a seven-year-old Claire—slavery towards the elder.

Embry imprinted on a freshman girl from the reservation high school; she was now a junior. As for Leah, she got imprinted on about a year ago by a werewolf from another Native American tribe. His name was Daniel, Dan for short. Leah and I were taking shifts in the outer perimeter when Leah ran into Dan who pretty much traveled around by himself.

Bibbidi bobbidi boo, Leah gave up on her werewolf gene, asked Dan to join Jake's wolf pack in exchange, and here they were, seeing civilization once again after a month isolating themselves in their house far away. God knew what they did during this past month.

Having a sudden urge to gag, I jumped up to my feet and began sprinting for the trees. I ignored all the puzzled looks and questions from the rest—I just ran. Even my urge to gag faded away in mere seconds. I couldn't stand it here anymore; I would left everything behind and search for my soul mate.

"Leave me alone," I muttered to them when I heard footsteps following right behind me. The footsteps were gone as I sped up in running and phased.

A faint sob to the northeast stopped me dead in my tracks. I swung my furry head towards the source of the voice. Another sad cry. I darted northeast without hesitation. Whoever the crier was, she needed my help, or at least needed comfort.

The woods went silent after a few minutes. My paws thudded against the damp forest floor, the blood pounding behind my ears, my heart thumped unevenly beneath my fur, my thoughts were the only other thing I heard, and they weren't pleasant. Could I be too late?

Mallory

I was awakened by a hard poke on my ribcage. "Hey, wake up."

"I'm up, I'm up," I grumbled sleepily before stumbling out of the moving truck.

I sighed as I slung my ratty bag over my shoulder and then took a look at the new house. It was a small two-story high building; the dull off-white exterior walls were slightly faded. Forks, an unknown rainy town in the state of Washington, soon-to-be my new home for the year.

Leave it to Brad to find a place to hide me from society.

Brad was my stepdad since forever. Okay, I was almost eighteen now and my mom remarried him when I was nine so you could do the math. Brad was a decent enough stepdad for me. I meant, sure his intention was nice, to avoid me from being humiliated, but sometimes, he just went too far. Like this time, sending us to an exile. This time wasn't too bad, though. Once I got the hang of my curse (not gift), I was allowed to go to school again.

At night, I often cried myself to sleep, wondering when the loneliness would end. Brad was pained; I saw it reflect from his eyes. I knew it was still better rather than having to wear a straight jacket and live the rest of my live in a padded cell, though. For that, I was grateful. Brad was a tough man and he looked as if he wasn't giving up on me anytime soon. If he eventually did, I could only hope I wouldn't see people getting electrocuted through the eyes of a doctor or a nurse who said that they would 'help me'. Of course, being placed on an Old Sparky itself was another thing entirely.

Maybe I was destined to be treated different. I was different, a freak to be exact. You see, I knew each person's deepest, darkest secret they tried to hide just by looking at them. I knew one of the moving guys stole a ring he used to propose to his wife. My ability made me paranoid all the time, especially when I saw Brad, I would always saw myself curling on my bed, crying and sobbing all night long. It was like watching a painful biographical movie about me. It was… unbearable at the first time.

I smirked to myself. I thought mom's death had triggered this ability. It was a big possibility that it was how she died that got me this curse. I dug into my bag to find a picture of mom. I kissed her forehead. A sliver of tear dampened her picture. She was sexually abused. That's right. How cruel people could be these days.

The trial occurred when I was only twelve. I remembered looking into the eyes of the rapist and saw him abusing my mom in a dark alley, along with other poor women before her. I screamed and cried and thrashed around, wanting to get as far away as possible from him. Finally, he was locked in jail for years, more than a decade, maybe. It occurred nearly six years ago but I remembered it as if it happened just yesterday.

Mallory. I sighed at the thought of my name while walking up to my bedroom. Well, they always said that Mallory meant 'unlucky'.

After I had finished my dinner which was spent in silence, I walked over to the window seat. Kudos for Brad to gave me this. I pulled a blanket from my bed and draped it on top of me. I stared at the darkness of Forks' forest when I suddenly saw all of these images flashing through.

A wolf with sandy colored fur ripping a body apart before throwing it into an open fire; a group of beautiful people with pale skin and golden eyes; another group of pale-skinned people wearing black and gray cloaks, their eyes a shocking shade of red; large wolves with a variation of fur colors stood on two legs in the depth of a forest; a teenage boy—his hair as black as mine—sneaking up on a slice of pie.

I was quite overwhelmed by the images springing up into my mind—there must be something or someone lurking in the woods of Forks. I narrowed my eyes to see clearer but found nothing but the darkness. I was sure I saw a glimpse of yellowish brown that seemed a bit out of place, though.

The hair on my back was standing on its edge when I heard a growl. I then saw other flashing images; a closed-casket funeral; a little Native American boy in black running through the forest before he collapsed and wept; a russet-skinned young man French-kissing a brunette young woman (I saw the girl in the previous flash, but the girl in this picture was a lot less paler); the same russet-skinned young man having sex with another beautiful young woman with bronze wavy hair underwater (that was plain gross and weird); an explosion, a beat, and a running wolf with brown fur and red streaks cutting through the emptiness of the forest; a wedding invitation sent from someone named Edward; a snowy mountain, a wolf bawling, its agony was evident from the sound of its wail… it all dissolved into the view of my bedroom window.

Another tear slid down my face. A drop of blood came out of my nose. For some unknown reason, I fainted.

Seth

I didn't know whether to be ecstatic or confused or what. I didn't know who the hell that girl was, but it just happened. I forgot to breathe for awhile, fascinated by her. Her sad expression turned empty when her eyes met mine like the time when Alice saw a vision, and then she looked as if she was speculating something. Her eyes slanted, searching for something in the night. Could it be that she was looking for… me?

But I knew she couldn't be looking for me. It was impossible. Human eyes couldn't see through this darkness.

Seth, what the fuck are you doing? Jake growled out of nowhere in my head. Where the hell are you? We heard cries.

I think I have imprinted on someone, was the only answer I gave him, turning back to the girl by the window. Her expression went blank for the second time I saw her tonight. I think I have imprinted on her.

Jake was beside me in no time, glancing up at the girl's window once, tugging on my tail. We have to go.

But… I hesitated.

First of all, you'll be bare when you phase back. It won't be a good first impression if the love of your life sees you naked when you meet each other for the first time, Jake explained, sounding almost bored.

Okay, fine.

I trailed right behind him, stealing glances at her lit window when I had the chance. I wondered when I would ever see her again. It was as if I was floating, roaming forever in outer space without any oxygen.

Congrats, Seth. You finally imprinted on someone. We've had enough of seeing you sulking all the time, Jake quietly said.

I snorted. Thank you so much.

It was quiet again then.

Thump.

There was a sound of an object falling to some kind of floorboard.

I looked behind my shoulder. The girl had disappeared. Never in my entire life had I howled so loud.

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