Disclaimer: Again, not Stephenie Meyer... blah blah blah blah... not my characters... blah bleh blah bleh blah....
AN: Sorry for not uploading Friday... something was wrong with FanFiction =/ thank God it's fixed now =] Anyways, thanks for your reviews! They encourage me and make me quite happy =] Keep on keeping on ...
Claire half-ran half-sloshed herself down the road. She grabbed her hood, which had slipped a little ways off her head, and tugged it down over her eyes. Claire's backpack sagged, and she looped her thumbs through the straps, pulling it up. She ducked her head against the rain and jumped in the many puddles on the road home.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled as turned back around. Claire had made it without the bodyguard tailing her. She was rounding the bend and coming up on her house. Claire ran and jumped in the last big puddle before grinning and looking up to her house.
The grin evaporated into an ashamed, red-faced pucker. Quil was leaning against one of the posts of her porch, glaring her way. Claire pulled her sleeve under her nose, wiping away the raindrops gathering on the end. She dropped her head again and started forward once more.
As soon as she set foot on the first step, she looked up to meet his eyes again. They were cold, black, and furious. His body seemed relaxed leaning against the pillar, but Claire knew better. She could see how tense he really was underneath.
"I just thought — " Claire stopped as he straightened and stepped off the porch. Quil walked towards the woods on the edge of her property. "Quil," she spoke softly.
Quil stopped, fists clenching and unclenching.
"Nothing happened," said Claire. "Don't be mad — "
"Everything could have happened!" he snarled, facing her now. Claire blinked. "Anything!"
Claire shrugged off her backpack. It hit the porch steps and fell downward. "I just needed some time to think, Quil. You've been around so much lately."
"You don't want me around?"
"No, Quil! That's not what I'm saying!"
"I've been smothering you, that's it?"
"Ah… erm… a bit." Claire drew her lip in and bit down. "I like having you around, but today it… I needed me-time."
"Fine," Quil looked solemn. "You have it."
Quil turned around again and headed towards the woods, quaking.
"Quil!" Claire called after him shocked. "Quil! QUIL!"
… Later that night…
Claire awoke feeling a strange-like presence. Almost like someone was watching her. She opened one eye at a time, glancing around her room. She then proceeded to gather the covers around her and stepped out of bed. Navigating around the mess that was her room, by a nightlight, of course, she made it to the window.
Claire drew the curtains a centimeter wide, gradually increasing until her eye focused to the outside. What she saw at first was nothing. Then… a movement at the edge of the wood in her backyard. Claire bit the inside of her mouth as what looked like a dog edged out of the trees. With just the black shadow showing, two glowing orbs glowed eerily in the moonlight.
Her heart picked up and jumped away from the window. Claire shook her head, pulling the covers over her shoulder again and approached once more.
It was gone, making her think she imagined the entire thing. She climbed back in bed and thought about Quil always telling her how imaginative she could be.
Kind of serious this week... but I think some seriousness is needed sometimes... anyways hope everyone's weekend was good. Mine was rainy and cold! BUT I did get to see a lil bit of snow for about a minute!!! Alabama doesn't get snow in winter =[ ... for anybody who doesn't already know that.
Thanks my Beta =] (lol shone shining orbies shone in moon likeness-ness (I'm picking on my beta ha ha ha))