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Chapter Seven: Beatrice's Tale

Beatrice was in Charles' room, Philip was cooking some ham in the kitchen, Charles sat in his large, leather chair in the living room, and I was still in the foyer looking out the window. I felt like I was waiting for someone I did not know or didn't even expect to come. I felt odd and confused, like I was keeping secrets from myself.

I knew there was something wrong with me. These feelings I've been having could not be normal-even for someone like me. I felt like there was a battle raging inside me that I had no control over. I hated not being in control of myself. That was the worst part about being a werewolf. One moment of not being in control could cause people to get hurt. I hated having to feel that way.

There was a part of me who did not even know why I loved Rebecca. The other part told me that it didn't matter why, I just felt that way. Plus these dreams I have been having…they were the most confusing part. All were filled with the Bella Swan girl, dreams of kissing her and wanting her; but who was she? Did I know her? This was not how imprinting was supposed to be. I wasn't supposed to want anyone else but Rebecca, but I did- I wanted Bella.

"HEEEEEEEEELLLLLPPPP" I jumped around. A girl was screaming from upstairs- it was Beatrice. By the time I darted for the stairs Charles was opening the door to his room, where we had laid Beatrice down. I raced up the stairs, I heard Phillip behind me, much slower as he was human.

When I got to the Charles' room, Charles was already leaning over Beatrice with a damp wash cloth. She was lying down again and was breathing heavily. She looked horrible. I could tell that Charles cared about her though. Phillip had told me that they had been together before Charles got bitten. Beatrice's father and Charles and Philip's father had tried to kill Charles one night, but they couldn't- it was extremely difficult to kill a werewolf. Charles had accidently clawed Beatrice when she got in the way and now she had long, permanent scars running down the side of her arm. Philip also got a few scars from that night.

It was horrible how Charles and Philip's family could do that to them. Beatrice hadn't woken up fully to tell us anything so we were completely clueless about the vampire elders. I wanted to be patient, to let her rest, but I needed to know if we were in danger. All they wanted was a werewolf…but why? Why would a vampire want a werewolf? Possibly to kill, but why just one? And what for? Beatrice needs to wake up fast before I go crazy with all these questions in my head.

"Chaz…" I heard Beatrice moan. The room went silent. Charles leaned in closer to her, his free hand grabbing her's gently.

"Beatrice, I'm here- you're safe." I heard him whisper to her. Beatrice opened her eyes. Her breathing was returning to normal.

"They…they…hurt me, Charles…" she was talking slowly and as if she had a lump in her throat, "A woman…she….she…." I saw tears running from her eyes. Charles tried to comfort her.

"You don't have to talk about it Beatrice…please, rest." Charles told her. I actually wanted to know what the vampire woman did. I needed to know what we were up against. If these vampire elders were really creating an army and they wanted a werewolf, they needed to be stopped. The whole pack would need to fight against them, but we need to know what we were fighting against first.

"No…you must know. They can control the minds of us…they made me think things- horrible, horrible things…" she had a bit of an accent I noticed, but I listened closely, "They made me imagine pain and I wanted it all to end…I had told them that what they were doing was not right. That you- you Charles- were not bad, but they kept saying that your kind needed to be destroyed. They all were so…horrible…" she went silent. All I got out of it was that the vampires had the same sort of mind things that they Cullens had. The reading the future, mind reading, controlling emotions- all bad if able to be used by bad people. I needed Beatrice to say more. Like how many were there? How powerful were they? I needed to pass this information to Sam.

"Beatrice, please, do not use up your strength-rest." Charles told her, kissing her hand softly. I could tell he really loved her still. I hope she did too. The pain in Charles' eyes as he looked at her like this was truly saddening.

"Charles…" she whispered, "Master Roscoe…they were going to kill him, but he made a deal with them…now…now…all hope is lost…" she moved her right arm towards Charles. I could see the scars Charles had made a long time ago still there. Charles looked ashamed and hurt. He held her arm and kissed the scars.

"Tell me, love, tell me who hurt you." Charles whispered to her urgently.

"They did…the….the…vampires." she went into a fit of coughs, and then fell back onto the mattress. "Master Roscoe…the rest of my family…your father…all of them, they are working for them. It's part of their plan. When I…refused you help them, they gave me to them- the…the vampires. And they used me, caused horrible things…then…I-I don't remember much else…" she closed her eyes and Charles looked up at Philip and I.

That is what I needed to know. The werewolf hunters who kidnapped me what seemed like a long time ago were working with the vampires we were now trying to capture. This would be much harder than I thought.

Charles stood up and the three of us walked out of the room together. Charles silently closed the door behind us and the three of us walked downstairs. My mind was buzzing with what Beatrice had just said, and for the first time I was afraid of what might happen.

"You know what this means…?" Philip said quietly, looking terrified, "Those vampires and their army plus the Camalens are working together to try and take over. Bella told me that the vampires' are battling amongst each other for feeding territory. It makes sense, they know there are werewolves here and they're going to use the Camalens to kill them so that the vampires have nothing to worry about-no enemies."

"But they don't know how to kill us." Charles said, "I'd be dead years ago if they knew how to kill us."

"It's been months since we've last seen them…it's possible they could have figured it out."

"I think they have figured it out…" I finally said. My mind was buzzing with all the possibilities, "That's why they needed a werewolf, that's why they came to your house in the first place. The Camalens think they know how to kill werewolves but they need to try it out. There's so many of them and so few of us they know that we would just want to keep away from them. But what they don't know is that the moment that they step on our land we will have to kill them all. That doesn't stop the numbers though. There were six of us in our pack, Sam, Paul, Embry, Quill, Charles and I against about ten or more Camalens and wolf hunters and however many were in the army for the vampires. We needed help and we needed it fast. "

"We have to come up with a plan. If we don't hand over a werewolf they said our loved ones will get hurt every day we don't." Charles said. I thought of Rebecca, my dad, and I knew Charles was thinking of Philip and how close he had come to getting hurt today.

"We have to go to Sam. He'll know what to do." I told Charles. Then I turned to Phillip, "Phil you stay here with Beatrice, keep your phone on you and lock all the doors. We won't be gone long. If Beatrice wakes up see if she knows anything else." Philip nodded and Charles looked at him, a bit worried. "I don't think they'll be coming back today." I reassured him. Charles nodded and then the two of us left the house to go to Sam's.

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