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How long had it been? A week or two at the most, I hoped. I spent most of my time in La Push alongside Jacob and the pack. The first few days were almost unbearable. The stupid tasks Jacob and his halfwit friends made me do, like running three miles and back to get them lemonade, were enough to drive me up the wall. Sure they were fun most of the time but sometimes it got just plain ridiculous.
Times like these made me feel like screaming.
I balanced a metal tray on each of my hands and one on my head. Each tray carried a variety of food and drinks that were precariously balanced on top of each other. I carefully sauntered to Embry, Quil and that slave driver, making sure not to spill anything. I do not know how these guys could take advantage of me like this! Did they have a sick grudge on me or something?!
The owners of the trays ran over to me and relived me of my burden before gobbling it down like a bunch of starved wolves. I stealthily slipped away unnoticed and ran into the woods.
I dodged past the trees and ferns, using my nose as a guide to finding that small waterfall; the very place I'd first met Derik. Over the past week, I had thought of nothing but meeting him again. I needed to know more about this guy: who he really was, how old he was, what his band preferences were, and more. I sliced through a bear trap set by poachers as I wound through the labyrinth of greenery. The water was just visible now. I burst through the bushes and looked around, panting wildly. No sign of Derik.
Disappointed, I walked over to the small pool. I slipped my clothes off and dove into the warm water. As I broke through the surface, my disappointment dissipated slightly; the water in this particular pool relaxed me for some reason. I explored the rocky bottom of the semi-deep pool to find a multitude of shimmering stones within the deep cracks. The stone surrounding the pretty stones were too sharp for me to even try to touch the sparkling rocks. I swam up to the surface and took a good lung full of air. A familiar pine scent invaded my senses. I tensed and dove under the water again, only my eyes and nose above the surface of the water.
"I knew you'd be here," said a scarily memorable voice that was melted chocolate to the ears "'Sup, Kyrie."
"Go away," I hissed, covering my body as well as I could underwater "Derik, don't make me hurt you."
"You're so cruel," he said, his scent became distant all too soon. In a matter of seconds, he was gone. My heart fluttered wildly as I dried myself with my jacket. Part of myself wanted to be kicked in the ass for telling Derik to scram, the other part wondered why. I shrugged back into my clothing then stared up at the dark, cloudy sky. A storm was coming.
Two strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist before holding me close to a warm, male body. I spun around and stared into the green eyes of Derik. His grin rivaled the Cheshire cat's and his eyes twinkled with contentment. It looks like he missed me just as much as I missed him. I buried my face into his rugby shirt and clamped my arms around his neck. His scent comforted me immensely, I didn't know him for a very long time but he was a good enough friend for me to miss after a while.
"I missed you," I murmured, pulling away from his chest and taking a seat on the grass.
"You missed me but you told me to go away? That hurt," he pointed to his chest "right here." He plopped down beside me and stared up at the sky.
"I was naked," I protested, rolling to my side to look at him "you really didn't expect me to run to you nude, did you?"
An impish grin twisted his features but he didn't answer me. I rolled my eyes and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.
"Pervert," I mumbled, listening to the roar of thunder coming closer "honestly, aren't there any normal guys anymore?"
"The word 'normal' never existed when it comes to men," he said, closing his eyes and smelling the scent of oncoming rain "we're unique creatures who never bother to have uniform attitude, unlike women." A fork of lightning briefly illuminated the skies.
"It's going to rain," I stood up and brushed the dirt off my jeans "I'd love to continue thins argument with you but I need to get to shelter." A warm hand clamped around my wrist. Derik stood up beside me, a sheepish grin on his face.
"Do you have space in your home for one more?" he asked, staring up at the sky "I…was kicked out of my place by the landlord. Something about not paying rent for too long." My eyes lit up and grabbed his hand eagerly.
"Of course you can stay!" we started to run in the direction of the house "I must warn you, Alice has a fashion fetish and you may find your entire wardrobe in a different taste other than how you wanted it. Emmett gets rough when he's playful. My father, Edward, might not like you; he never really liked any boy I've made friends with."
"I'm scared," he muttered "maybe the streets might've been a better choice."
"Did I mention we had a fifty by sixty inch LCD in the spare bedroom?"
"You have an Xbox 360?"
"On every T.V."
"Awesome!" he roared, picking up the pace and pulling me along "On second thought, your house provides entertainment and you're there so I have someone to bother when I get bored."
"Lucky me," I grimaced.
Nearly another week had passed for Derik and I. My family had already accepted him with open arms. Since he had been disowned, the Cullens took another mythical stray in. He usually played ball in the backyard with Emmett and Jasper. I scribbled another chapter of a random story I was working on across the parchment paper. I preferred parchment to paper because it was classier… to me anyway. The pen scratched another word in when someone came knocking at my door.
"Come in," I called, not taking my eyes off my page. My parents entered my room along with Derik. Derik dripped mud all over my pretty carpet. He looked comical being pulled along by the ear by my dictator father. My father's usually expressionless topaz eyes burned with aggravation.
"Your friend Derik was rolling on the living room couch," he snarled. That's right, it was usually Edward cleaning after the three amigos. I had grown used to calling my parents by their names since the whole household called them that. Derik smirked at the wall so that Edward wouldn't see. Bella was obviously stifling her snickers. She always did when she thought of Edward in a flowery pink apron and a light blue hair band Alice had insisted he wore whenever he cleaned.
"He's a guy," I answered simply "they're meant to roll around in mud during rainy days." Bella's giggles rang over the silence. Edward dropped Derik to the floor, splattering mud all over my life sized marble wolf sculpture. I nearly screamed.
"That's going to take weeks to clean!" I shrieked "Why me?!"
"I think the same thing every single time they walk into the house." Edward smiled a crooked smile and strutted out of the room. Bella sighed and shook her head. She turned to me and Derik.
"We were supposed to tell you guys that we enrolled you to high school down in Forks High School." She sang, a mischievous grin crept up on her face.
"School?" wondered Derik, dirtying a fluffy towel while he wiped the mud off his skin "Aren't we exempted from that? You know, being lycanthropes and all."
"Yea, I agree," I said "we don't really need an education right? It's useless when you've got seven people who were actually there in the past to teach you about it."
"Hey," said Bella "you're part of this family now, and like it or not, we have to pretend to be human at the very least. It would be awkward for a bunch of teenagers not to attend school here. In Forks, everybody knows everybody. School's going to start on the first of September. Besides, you might find someone you like there. I know I did." And with that, she left me and Derik in the room.
"I hate school," mumbled Derik, flopping down on my bed "I never had to go after I was bitten and that was almost…eighty-five years ago." My jaw dropped.
"E-eighty-five years?" I stuttered "How old are you, Derik?"
"Technically speaking I'm one hundred-and-two," he muttered, poking my pillow spontaneously "but in the physical sense, I'm seventeen."
"Why'd you stop aging?" I wondered, crawling on the plush bed beside Derik.
"Lycanthrope venom," he said simply "while it turns your cells into one of a lycanthrope's it kills the gene to age. So you're stuck as sixteen."
"What else does the venom do?" I asked. The rain started to pitter patter on the window glass. I kicked my slippers off and cuddled a pillow on the bed. I got cuddly every time it rained.
"Well," Derik scratched his chin "A lot I suppose. We're stronger but our strength pales in comparison to the werewolves or vampires. We're faster than werewolves but slower than the vampires. We can transform only when the moon is out. Lycanthropes are connected to the moon in some way."
A small object hit the window with a small clink. Derik grimaced as something hit it again. We tried to ignore it but after half a minute the clinks came nonstop. Whoever was throwing them must have been chucking them in twos or threes. Derik stomped over to the window and threw it open. Several muddy stones hit him on the face and I was subjected to hysterical giggling. Someone shouted something from down on the yard. I was too caught up in giggling to notice whose it was.
"Kyrie," Derik called "Jacob wants to come up. Should I let him?"
"Tell him to clean up first," I mumbled, glancing at the marble wolf "I don't want mud pies on the carpet." Derik leaned back over the sill, his head was showered with rain water.
"She said to get clean first!" he hollered down "There's some flea powder and a nice bottle of dog shampoo in the public bathroom." I heard Jacob's furious reply. Whoever knew this guy cussed so badly? Derik shut the window and pranced back to the bed; obviously pleased with himself. He plunked down on my bed again and threw his shoes across the room. At least his feet didn't smell bad.
"Tell me more," I pleaded. Edward's stream of muffled swearing reached all the way to my room. Jacob must've given him more cleaning to do. Sure he did it with supersonic speed but the apron threw him off. Derik and I laughed at Edward's misfortune. In no time flat, Jacob was in my room, looking as though he had seen the grim reaper. At any rate, he was clean. Derik and I laughed loudly as Jacob muttered unintelligible words under his breath, shakily settling down on the armchair I kept close to my bed.
"So anyway," I said, cuddling the pillow as the rain raged outside "enlighten me more, Derik."
"Did you know that lycanthropes have a deeper understanding of their domicile?" he said. I nodded, impatient for him to continue.
"In plain English, please." murmured Jacob from the corner.
"We are more aware of what goes on around us, wherever we may be." said Derik "Several werewolves have a certain power that is connected to the strongest mental aspects that they harbor."
"Like what?" I wriggled in anticipation. Derik reached over to pull a small, flat piece of metal from the desk. He held it leveled on his palm, staring at it intently. Suddenly, it began to twist and bend lithely. I jumped backwards and Jacob edged forward carefully to peer at the contorting metal more closely. It continued to curl and distort until a small steel rose sat in the palm of Derik's hand. He placed it on my bedside table carefully.
"Telekinesis," I breathed impressed "what else can our kind do?"
"Some can bend the elements to their will, some can control other creatures, and some can read minds, like Edward."
"There's one thing I don't get," said Jacob sitting down beside me "why are you guys obliged to phase during the full moon? I mean, you can phase other times too right?"
"Yes we can," muttered Derik looking at him "we can phase from the time the moon peeks over the horizon until it disappears beneath the horizon again. The only times we can't phase is during the new moon."
"Do you guys have a special connection to the moon or something?"
"In a way. The moon fuels our powers. We're strongest during the night and our strength is amplified by how large the moon is. We are forced to phase during the full moon because the energy in our bodies is just too unbearably powerful for our human bodies to take."
"What do you think I can do?" I wondered staring at my hands as if I was waiting for something to happen. Did I have telekinesis? Or maybe if I tried hard enough I could get Jacob to do my tasks for me instead of the other way around! Derik's alluring voice broke my train of thoughts.
"It's usually connected with what you enjoyed before you were turned." he said "Like me, I always liked seeing things change and morph beneath my gaze so I guess that mental aspect was amplified by the venom."
"That's awesome," said Jacob, stretching on my bed lavishly "but does this venom kill you, you know, like leech venom?"
I grabbed Jacob's hand and rested it on my neck so he could feel the blood pulse beneath his searing palm. He seemed satisfied and hesitantly pulled his hand away from my flesh. The small patch of skin he felt burned even without his hand and the sparks I felt whenever I touched him seemed to radiate from my hand and neck.
"So," I said breaking the silence "Derik, do you want to go to Port Angeles to pick some books and stuff for school there?"
"Port Angeles?" wondered Jacob "The supplies here are just as good and the books are given by the school. Why would you want to go all the way out to Port Angeles?" I shrugged.
"Okay, okay," I confessed "There's this movie I really want to see. It's called 'Blood Soaked Kisses'. Who wants to come?" Jacob's hand shot into the air. He grinned madly, looking like a child who was expecting numerous candies.
"I have stuff to do," said Derik apologetically "Sorry." I waved his apology off.
"S' alright, Jake and I'll go."
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Fable
