Quil's point of view

She was falling, it was as if I was watching in slow motion as her small body fell toward the hard floor, I leapt from my place behind the trees where I had phased back. My big arms swamped around her, cradling her to my chest, our cold bodies met and a furious wave of scorching heat ran through me, sending every inch of me into burning overdrive, the touch of her on me was too much, I couldn't stop myself pulling her closer, gripping onto her with sheer desperation. I could never let her go again.

I turned, walking hurriedly through the overcrowded trees as the cold wind whipped at me once again, this time the cold never met me, the girl in my arms was like a blanket, covering me in the most beautiful warmth. I hadn't felt warm for 16 years, but her touch was relighting the fire within me, my body reaching the high temperatures the other wolves were at.

Her scent over powered me as the wind blew her long dark hair into my face, I had dreamt of this moment, I had longed for the moment I could see her again. I felt like I was floating, watching my dreams play out in reality as I made my way to Sam's house, her soft breathing kept me going as my weak body started snapping itself back to strength, the strength I had once had but lost.

I rounded the last rows of trees and the smell of Emily's kitchen threatened to overpower the scent of the angel in my arms. I held her closer now, breathing in as much of her as I could. I stumbled into the yard, the front doors to the house were open and the guys were stood around indoors, I could see them as their heads snapped to me, the worry on their faces fading to shock as they took in my appearance and a passed out Claire.

"Oh god, Quil where did you find her, where were you?" Sam ran out, guiding me back toward the house as he checked over his niece with his eyes, checking that I hadn't hurt her I suppose. But I could never hurt her, no matter how messed up my head was I could never hurt this beautiful girl.

I stayed silent, walking straight to the house and through the kitchen, ignoring the looks I had from my brothers, her touch was scorching me now, so many questions were rumbling through me. She was dying, Max had said she was dying, she was here, but I would have to watch her die if I stayed, she looked tiny, she felt tiny. I placed her on the sofa carefully, ensuring she was led in a way most peaceful for her, so she could rest. It was hard, letting her go from my arms, but I had all this confusion, all this worry, my heart was aching from it, she was back, but I had no idea how or why. But she was dying, I could feel her weakness as I placed her down, the blanket of strength that had covered our entwined body was fading as I stepped away from her again.

"Is she ok?" Emily ran past me as I made my way back toward my brothers, I was naked still from phasing and before I could even attempt to find some shorts a pair was being thrown at me from the staircase.

"Quil are you ok? What happened?" Embry walked to me as I sat myself on the porch swing, sitting myself down as the strength that had covered me as she lay in my arms disappeared, the ache took over again, the coldness swept through me as I sat in silence.

I couldn't answer, no sound escaped me. Just an overwhelming pain in my heart. I would have to watch her die, I could get her back, just to watch her leave me again.

Claire's point of view

I stirred, my body protesting against my eyes as they tried opening, I was on something soft, the thudding heartbeat in my ears had gone, the warmth that had spread through my weak body had vanished, leaving behind a sore coldness. The loud screech of a TV was playing around me, followed by soft giggles of children.

I opened my eyes, straining to focus on the blur of my surroundings, I looked directly in front of me, a group, a very large group of children were sat on the floor, staring at the TV which I now realised was playing Mary Poppins.

"She's awake!" One of the kids, a boy, turned to me, smiling as he called out.

A chair scraped and within seconds Emily was peering down at me, her own smile plastered on her scarred face.

"Hey honey, you ok?" Her soft voice soothed me, calming the confusion that rumbled around my brain.

"I think so" I groaned as I pushed myself up from the sofa, my aching body was calmer than usual but the fierce shot of pain still made me wince slightly.

"I think you should eat something, build your strength" She held her hand out, helping me to my feet as my legs shook violently beneath me.

"Sure" I grumbled as she led me to the kitchen, I didn't look around as I sat down, I could feel everyone there.

"What happened?" My voice was raspy and I glanced up, my eyes meeting Sam's, he seemed sad as he watched me sip water.

"You collapsed again, our friend found you and brought you home" Sam answered, he had baby Bobby on his hip, even Bobby looked sad as they both watched me.

"You feeling ok or are you in pain?" I turned at the woman's voice, Rachel was sat with Paul by the stairs, she smiled at me but she seemed nervous.

I guess I felt ok, there was pain in my chest and my legs were weak, but I had been through worse, I remembered worse. Before I collapsed, I had felt so broken, pain had seeped through me so violently. This was nothing compared to that.

"Ok I guess"

I glanced around, Jared and Kim were here, so was Nessie and Jake, but then it was just Embry, he was stood by the door, I looked at him his head was turned slightly as if watching from the corner of his eyes through the door behind him. My eyes followed the glance, falling on the porch behind him, through the open door I could make out someone, sat watching me from the swinging chair. It was dark, but I could make out someone sat there. My eyes were drawn to him, his body was big, not as big as the others here but still big. But I couldn't see his face. My whole body fell into a painless silence as I stared harder, trying to see who it was. The screams erupted in my ears once again, this time softer, this time saying a name. Quil, the girl was screaming for Quil.

"Claire I have your tablets, I found them in your room, do you need to take them?" Emily walked to me, placing my familiar pot of pills in front of me; I stole my stare from the unknown person and glanced at the tablets, pain echoing around my cold heart again. I guess I did, but I didn't want them.

"I think we should book you in with a doctor here, to watch over you and check you are ok" Emily continued as she watched me taking the pills, the painkillers first, and then the anti depressants.

I nodded at her, sooner or later I would need a doctor.

Forced conversation took over, people tried to lighten the mood around me but I zoned out, my eyes fell firmly on the dark body on the porch, Embry hovered nervously by the door, he had noticed my stares. My body felt like it was being pulled, like I needed to go out there, but I couldn't bring myself to get up, my legs were too tired.

"Here, you need to eat, your blood sugars may be off or something, I will book you in with a doctor tomorrow"

A plate of food was plonked in front of me and I nodded at Emily, she sounded nervous as she hovered around the small kitchen table. My eyes never left the porch. I needed to go out there.

Without any warning the dark body flew from its seat, running down the porch steps and into the darkness. Embry jumped from the door and walked out after him as the guys fell silent around me.

My body deflated, like my spark had gone, the person was drawing all my attention and strength, but he was gone.

"Uhh eat up Claire" Emily smiled nervously as everyone stared at me, I didn't have the strength to eat, I just stared at the dark yard which had stolen my light.

...

I lay silently in bed, listening as the clock ticked from my bedside table, watching the moonlight dance around the ceiling, it was beautifully peaceful. But I couldn't sleep; the screaming was still the soft call of the name, trying to call for him. It wasn't disturbing me like the screams; it was soothing in a strange way.

There was a rustle of trees outside, a hoot of a owl, a growl of a wolf. My heart stopped, sending shivers through my frozen body. A growl, a wolf, my wolf. My wolf, the one who had made me feel so strange earlier, the wolf with the beautiful eyes and soothing manner.

I was being called, not by my name, but my heart was being pulled, as if someone was calling for me. An eruption of strength washed through me, urging me from my small bed. I threw the covers back, walking slowly through the dark room toward the stairs. The strength pushed me on, the call of my heart beckoning me down the dark steep stairs, creaking slightly as I rounded the ground floor of the silent house.

I walked through the front door, shutting it quietly as I went.

Nothing was out here, just the dancing light of the moon against the rustling trees. I walked to the porch swing, sitting myself down and curling my bare legs to my body, I was only in pyjama shorts and a strappy top. The cold wind blew on me, but the coldness was no worse than my normal body temperature. I stared at the trees, something was there, and my eyes were being drawn to it, I just couldn't see what it was. I hoped it was that wolf. I needed those eyes, it was like my life depended on it.

I was sat in silence for a while, the wind blowing violently at my small body. An eruption of rustles to the left of the house sprung my attention back from my dreams of the eyes. I turned to look, not sure what I was expecting but a man, the silhouette of a man fairly big, was shuffling slowly toward me.

It should have scared me, a girl sat alone in the dark being approached by a fairly large man should be frightening, but it calmed me, I knew I had nothing to fear with him. My heart was scuttering around within my chest, wanting to see more, begging for him to show his face.

It was him, the guy from earlier, who had ran off so suddenly. My heart was calling for him to come to me, begging, the little girl was growing louder in my ears, almost deafening as she called the person she so heavily longed for.

The man stopped as he reached the stairs leading to me, the mood shone on his beautiful face. He looked young, but aged, like he had lived a thousand painful years but still had a thousand left to live. Everything about him screamed familiarity, his slightly messed hair that danced with silkiness amongst the wind, but I felt like I had known him, he was almost a distant memory to me.

He got closer, his walk was nervous and slow as he stopped not far from my place on the swing. The porch lamp came on, it was movement censored, it wasn't bright, but bright enough to light up his face that I already knew was beautiful.

My eyes travelled over him, leading to his eyes. I stopped, the familiar feeling hitting me as a wave of strength and warmth sprang to life from my dormant heart. Those eyes, so broken, so hurt but yet so loving, it was if they were speaking to me, joining in with the soft begs of the girl. He had the eyes of my wolf, the one who had left me so broken earlier. I knew him, his eyes had haunted my dreams for 16 years, his warmth that ran through me now had scorned me only hours earlier. I had spent so long listening to the girl screaming for him, now he was stood in front of me her screams had stopped.

He moved toward me again, this time lowering his big body onto the swing which creaked under the weight. I shivered, the cold air that blew from the trees hit me, like it had never hit me before, I could feel the wind as it soared down on us.

The man unzipped his jacket, handing it to me silently as he looked over my body with his broken eyes. I took it, my heart not allowing me to deny the offer of kindness. He was looking over me carefully, soaking up every inch of my frail body, he looked sadder, his eyes now glistened with what looked like tears.

I wrapped his jacket around myself, new warmth washed through me; the wind blew around me again, sending the most enticing scent across my senses. It was woodsy, like fresh rain and grass, I could help but inhale a deep breath of it, it made every hair on my body stand up in excitement, it was such a luring smell.

"Claire" The soft broken voice sounded from next to me, I glanced up, meeting this person's stare full on. His voice was a rumble, manly, but it had a vulnerable and broken crack to it, like he would break any second.

We stared in silence for a minute, neither of us moving or saying anything. I was mesmerized by the beautiful swirling patterns dancing on his face from the bright moon, lighting up his eyes which although they looked so hurt, yet they were still beautiful.

"Quil" I whispered against the howl of the wind, he froze slightly, staring down at me. His broken eyes sparkled for less than a second before falling again, he looked tired, troubled as he shut them tightly, breathing in harshly like he was struggling. An urgent pull on my heart tore my stare from him.

It was a comfortable silence, like I had waited my whole life for this, to be sat in silence with someone, my pain from my body had ceased completely and the constant echoes of the girls screams had faded, replaced by a beautiful silence I had prayed for for so long.

As we sat there, the curious feeling from earlier washed over me again, I felt like I could finally relax, like I was home, where I belonged. The wind had fallen slightly, it was a soft breeze guiding my tired eyes to sleep, my body fell back into the cushions, falling into utter relaxation and peacefulness, Quil's soft breathing was like a song as I shut my eyes, no screaming, no fragmented memories, just contentment filled me. The hole in my heart was closing over as warmth from the body next to me filled me like a radiator. I had never felt so comfortable and safe; the darkness of my sleep blanketed my body, entering the first nightmare free sleep in 16 years.

Ok my amazing readers, so now we can get into the Quil/Claire real story hehee :D I shall try get the next chapter up before I go away to Greece but don't worry, I am only gone for a week so I won't keep you waiting for long! :D

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