Shattered Sun
By Alexandra Porter
(A/N: Disclaimer; All characters/scenes/etc from Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse belong to Stephenie Meyer, and I do not claim them as my own. The characters of Andromeda Gosselin and Persephone Thyme are my own invention. Thanks! Warnings; OOC, AU, Violence, Language)
Prologue: If it was possible to have your heart torn into a thousand pieces while it still beat in your chest, that is what was happening to me. How dare they ask me to do this! Destiny had a cruel sense of humor. Dark, evil, sadistic humor. I sat in my Aston Martin, just sitting. Thinking about what I had to do. Did it really have to happen like this? Of course, it had taken me almost sixteen years to figure out that I was the poster pin-up girl for Fate and its humor. Suddenly choosing between what I thought was right, and what I knew I should do. I started up the engine, speeding back towards La Push as fast as I could. There was only a limited amount of time left, and I was running out of options.
Andromeda's Point of View
"Jared…don't you dare!" I said, backing away from the cliff edge my ever-so-loving boyfriend, Jared Mercier threatened to toss me off of. The La Push boys, my good friends, had his back. Granted, they were pack—brothers. So, in this sense, help for me was lost on them for they took Jared's side.
"Please Jare, if you love me—"
"I know, I know," he said, letting me get a breath of relief out before he decided to speak again. "I'd throw you then jump in after you."
All of the boys laughed as he picked me up and cradled me in his arms. I shut my eyes tight and felt myself soar. When I opened my eye, yes, just one eye, Jared was falling with me. He didn't trust me to not die from going on my own. Ugh—boys. All prepared to throw you off a cliff possibly to your death, and their damn chivalry kicks. We hit the chilled water and instinctively I clung harder to Jared. He easily swam us both to safety and I was left coughing the water out of my lungs. Jared was laughing, and I glared at him.
"Ja--:" cough, cough, water, cough "—red!" I sputtered, coughing the remaining water out of my lungs as I did so. "I hate you!"
"No you don't. I mean, if you did, you wouldn't be dating me."
"snake! Ugh. You are such a jerk sometimes, Jared." I said as the boys, now on the beach as well, joined Jared in laughing at us. "And don't think you guys are not in trouble either! You are on the list Quil, Embry, Paul, Seth, and especially you Jacob Black!"
Jacob Black was my ex-boyfriend, which sometimes made it really hard to be in La Push so often with Jared. Old love never really dies out—it just is smothered a little, but is still there, waiting for a spark to rekindle it. Jake was still my best friend, however, but he turned to me then, his mouth forming into a smile and giving me the largest puppy dog eyes ever. I hit him in the gut with all the force I had, and it barely even moved him, except for him bringing in his stomach just a little.
"You know you can't hurt me, Andi. I'm just too strong for you." He said. I scoffed at him and got right into his face, sticking my finger in it.
"Yeah, if I was a werewolf, I could kick your ass, and you know it Jake." I said, and his mouth went into a hard line. He couldn't deny it, because he knew it was true. They all did. Sam, the oldest of them, was probably the only one I could not win a fight against when they were all normal boys. But then again, he had always been strong. I blew Jake a kiss and Jared's arm came around my waist. I welcomed the warmth of his one-oh-nine temperature and put myself into the curve of his arm, taking all that warmth to my chilled body. He told the boys we were going back to his place, and they all made their inappropriate comments and I rolled my eyes again. Typical boys, you know? Jare and I walked along the roads until we reached his house. No one was home so we just walked to his room so we could get out of the clothes that were soaked before I caught pneumonia or hypothermia or something to that extent. I jumped on his bed, just sitting, waiting for Jared to get me some clothes to change into. He came back with a tank top of his and a pair of boxers that were too small for him; the only things he had that would probably fit me. I took them from him and walked to the bathroom, hanging up my wet clothes on the shower rod before returning to his room. When I came back he had already changed and was putting some movie into his DVD player. I jumped back on his bed, this time lying down with a good view of his TV and got comfortable as he started the movie. He climbed on the bed next to me, again warming my still cold body. I cuddled closer to his warmth and he placed his arm around me.
"Jared…the Princess Bride? You liar. You told me you did not own it." I said looking at him with astonishment. It was one of my all time favorite movies, and he knew that.
"Well, I bought it for you, well, to keep here for you. It's no big deal, Andi, so please don't make one out of it."
"Jared Mercier. You are a romantic," I joked turning back to the screen. "I never knew."
"Shut up and just watch the movie, Andromeda." He said. I turned to him, incredulously. He seriously did not just go there---but he did. I gasped at him, pulling out of his arms to look at him with a glare. He knew I hated anyone using my full name. I preferred the nicknames, because in all honesty, no one had those types of names anymore, plus it was just too long and boring. He smiled at me and shook his head, and I cuddled back against him, anger still on my face. Leaned my head on his chest; my giant pillow. The movie grabbed my attention so fast; I didn't even feel his fingers trailing along my collarbone. When I finally did notice, I turned to him and he looked over at me; he looked so sweet. Innocent, really. Though, his fingers did suggest otherwise.
"Jared…" I began, almost pulling away from his again.
"Andi. Look, don't worry," he said to me, assuring really. "I'm not after your virtue. Well, not yet at least." He joked, and brought my right hand up to entwine with his left over my shoulder. He kissed my forehead gently and I sighed, leaning my head back on his shoulder.
"Andi…something wrong?" he asked.
"No. It's just…well, no. It's just this Jared. Why does it feel so right? That it feels like, I don't belong anywhere else but your arms? Or am I just completely mental?"
"Hmm…you're mental." He said, oh so seriously. I scoffed and hit his shoulder and he pulled me closer, kissing my forehead again. He rested his head on top of mine and sighed, just sitting with our bodies so close—so perfectly fitting. The movie ended and I turned as Jared got up to change the movie. I smiled as those large, familiar red lips came onto the screen. Jared acme back and I turned to him, smirking.
"I had no idea this was going to be a late night, double feature, picture show."
"Well, maybe I just want you to be the Janet to my Rocky, you know, so you can…Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch-A Touch Me." He said, and then sang as he quoted the song so perfectly. I laughed at him; he was such a goofball sometimes, but that was what I loved about him. Just then, his phone rang. He answered it, and it was Jake. Somehow, I knew it was going to be him—he would just love to ruin any sort of moment between Jared and I. He was still half in love with me, and that was part of the problem. Jared sat up, got off the bed, and walked away. Obviously, it was not something I was aloud to listen to. So, while I waited, I called a friend of mine; Bella Swan.
"Hey Bella! How have you been lately? I haven't talked to you in forever."
"Ugh…I've been better actually. Edward went away hunting this weekend, and had Alice kidnap me. She's been holding me prisoner. It's torture—pink toe nails, make-up, hair!" she cried in mock horror.
"Oh, the horror, the horror!" I responded and we laughed together. We were talking for almost a whole hour before Jared came back into the room, and I sighed.
"I've got to go, Bells."
"Jared came back into the room?"
"Yeah. I'll call you later though, when I get home, ok?"
"Yeah," she said, "later Andi." And we hung up with each other. Jared sat back with me and pulled me as close as he could with a heavy sigh. Something was wrong—fantastic.
"Sam has called a meeting. I've got to go."
"…oh. Ok. I'll just get a ride home then. You can come there when you get out." I said. I could call Bella back to give me a ride. It would be a way to let her escape the torture of Alice for a little while. I got my clothes out of the dryer, which Jared had thrown them in sometime when I was not paying attention and changed. I kissed Jared goodbye and left, telling Bella I would meet her at the line. When I got there, she was waiting with Alice in her truck. No wonder she had me meet her at the line. I smiled as I got into the truck.
"Hey Bells—Alice. Long time no see."
"Yeah," Alice replied, nose wrinkling. "…but you smell awful."
"Well, I am dating a werewolf and have spent practically the entire last two days in La Push, Alice."
She wrinkled her nose again, but smiled as they drove me home. Once back at my own place, I called out to my father, well, stepfather Rich. I got no answer, but when I walked into the kitchen, I found a note written on the white-board on the wall. It read:
'Andi, don't wait up. I was called back into work. Money's on the island—order dinner for yourself. Love you. Rich.'
I sighed and walked to the island, picked up the money, and ordered myself some chinese with extra food for when Jared came. Around eight thirty pm, Jared came over.
"Hey babe. Sorry it took so long—I swear Jake just loves to hear himself talk."
"Don't worry. I ordered Chinese and I've just been adding my personal commentary to all the movies I put on the list."
"What are we up to now?" he asked, coming into the living room with the extra food I had ordered for him.
"Uhm, I believe Blood and Chocolate is next." I replied.
"Andi, no! That is such a chick flick!" Jared complained in typical male fashion. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I had watched plenty of movies for him—for instance, Mission Impossible, ALL THREE. Also, I'd watched Dune for him. DUNE. So, he could suck it up; he was watching it.
"I watched Dune, Jared."
"No fair, Andi. Can we just watch 300 again? Please?" he begged.
"We can either watch Blood and Chocolate, or Unfaithful. I'm in an Oliver Martinez mood tonight. He was so hot in Unfaithful…" I said, recalling the movie licking my lips.
Jared jumped onto the couch, pulling me close into the warmth of his lap. He gave me those puppy dog eyes and a pout. Damn his dog like cuteness. He was so cheating.
"I'm in an Andromeda Gosselin kind of mood."
"Cheater, cheater." I mumbled, ready to surrender.
"Yeah, but you love me anyways." He said, and snatched the remote, putting on 300 for the billionth time. I swear to the Lord and Lady, blood plus boys equals a good time for them. About halfway through the movie, Jared and I began to kiss. Forgetting all about the movie, I turned to wrap my arms around his neck. His were on my hips, rubbing small circles on them. Lost in the sensation of his kiss, I moved so I was straddling him on the couch. His hands found the hem of my shirt and began to play with it, almost begging me. I pulled away to look into his eyes, why I even stopped I'll never know, while my head was somewhat clear.
"Jare, no. We—we—I can't." I said.
"Andi…" he whispered, leaning in to kiss along my collarbone. He started to lift my shirt up, and against my better judgment, I lifted my arms up for him to take it off. He shed his own shirt as well and he continued to kiss me. Trailing down to my neck and lower things, I let a whimper escape my lips. Just then, the front door slammed, and I sat up with a jolt. I grabbed my shirt and struggled to get it on correctly with my shaking hands. My heart was pounding so hard; I thought I might have been having a heart attack. But if I was, I'm sure my faithful wolf-like boyfriend would be able to tell and help me out there; then again, maybe not.
"Andi, you up? I'm home!" Rich called, and I heard him walking towards the kitchen.
"Here. Living room!" I called to him, laying with my legs draped over Jared's and eyes on the TV, pretending to be absorbed in it.
"Oh, hi Jared." Rich said as he came into the room. "I didn't know you were here." He wasn't even mad. He was oblivious; but I silently thanked the Lord and Lady for that, and that he hadn't caught us.
"Hey Rich. Yeah, I've been here since like eight ish, after I helped Sam out with some things. We've just been continuing our movie must watch list."
"Sounds like fun." He said, looking at us smiling. "Andi, don't forget you have work tomorrow, so don't stay up too late."
"Yeah, dad. I won't." I said, and he left. I let out a breath of relief and sat up. Jared was smirking at me.
"What?" I said, a little annoyed. "That was not good, Jared. We almost got caught!"
"Yeah, but at least I got to leave my mark…several times."
"Jared!" I said, running to the small mirror hanging on the wall to examine myself. "I can't—what if Rich sees?! He'll kill me, or you! Whoever is closer at that point in time! I don't have any cover up, I ran out this morning!"
Jared chuckled low and then looked at me. He promised to get me some before the morning. I let out another breath and went back and snuggled against him once more. Rich said he had to go home about eleven thirty and I said I was going to bed/ I washed up quickly and got into bed. I would kill Jared if I did not have some cover up on my dresser in the morning. It didn't take long for the weariness to catch up with me and soon enough, I was sleeping; dreaming of certain werewolves.
---End Chapter One---