AN: Woohoo, A Seth fic. I actually started writing this to divert my attention from the Reloads and ATWC. They are stressing me out, surprisingly. I know where I want to go with them, but right now, the words won't come. I am trying though guys!
Seth Clearwater had always been my friend, no matter what either of us put each other through. We knew that, in time of need, we could turn to the other, rest a head on the others shoulder, and know that an arm would twist around and hold you until you felt better. We knew that if one of us needed something, the other would give it to them or do there best to find that thing. Nothing could separate us, not even our twisted genetics. He was a werewolf, I was a Vampire, or half of one. He had never shown any distaste for my blood or genetics or even that I had tried human blood.
Seth and I were quite different, aside from genes. Seth was more excited, often resembling a puppy exploring a new place, always amused and easy to make smile. I, on the other hand, was more quiet and reserved. While his hair was naturally dark, I dyed my own and put purple through it. I had taken on the look of an emo girl, even though it was only the styling of the hair that interested me. I loved to make myself stand out in my own subtle way, and Seth couldn't care less, as he often stated. My heart was the only thing that mattered to him.
Because we were so close, we did everything together, which included trying our first samples of alcohol together. This endeavor had started everything. The night had started out as a simple little ordeal. Seth and I had convinced Paul to buy us several sample bottles of Cuervo, Bacardi and the other names that blurred together under the effects of the alcohol. But then those had tasted good so one developed into two, two to five, five to flat out drunk. Seth and I were young and had never screwed around with alcohol before, so it wasn't long until we were rolling all over ourselves. But then things took a turn as Seth leaned forward and kissed me out of the blue. Stunned to my sense's, I stilled for a moment before finding myself returning the kiss.
Things escalated after that, and the next thing I knew I was half-asleep on Seth's warm, bare and well sculpted chest. That moment itself was so strange to me because, while I had always viewed Seth as just a friend, being remotely romantically involved was appealing to me. The memories of the previous night though, despite being drenched in drunken bliss, were tainted by Seth's behavior. It seemed far too unlike himself. Unlike the cliche romances, we just accepted it and moved on to our next adventure. Nothing was ever mentioned about our escapade, but the memory was still so fresh in my mind. I also came to realize that my heart began to feel empt.. It was like I was missing something, and that moment between the two of us was the key.
But things had taken a turn for the worse when I grew ill and irritable. It didn't bug our relationship; Seth was used to my crabby moods and merely joked about them. The humor kept my mood semi-light, masking the worry that grew like the now omnipresent nausea and dizziness. I could see it in Seth's eyes too, hiding behind the masks of mirth he threw up. That made me feel worse, because Seth never worried.
The worry was worse than I thought. Seth was naturally open with his pack mates, but the worry was putting my plight in the others minds. They too began to grow worried, for they had come to expect me as a benevolent half vampire. Two days after Seth's life became concerned with my well being, I was visited by Kim and Emily, who both regarded me knowingly. They carried a bag with boxes which was thrust into my hands.
That was why I was now in the bathroom, contemplating everything I had ever been through with Seth and wondering if things could survive this. Three sticks stared back at me ominously, deliberating the answer that could determine my fate. Nearby, a clock ticked in an agonizingly slow fashion. I tapped my finger with it rhythmically, trying to keep my mind worried. Every time I took a break, my mind immediately jumped to Seth's face, crumpled in disgust at the thought of me being pregnant. Illusion or no, it frightened me to no end.
Finally, an alarm dinged from somewhere and I looked, so slowly, now scared by the answer, and lifted one of the sticks. On it was a happy face that, while a good an uplifting piece of news for a prospective mother, sent my heart plummeting to the floor. The next one sent it even lower for it read Positive with an annoyingly simple exclamation point.
And of course, the final one read positive as well, sending my heart right into the deepest depths of Hades.
In those moments, it felt like my entire world crashed down, and it may well could have. I had realized that there was no point in life without Seth.