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Nessie's POV
Night has fallen yet again. I cannot get what Kalan has told me off of my mind. I sit on the balcony's ledge looking out over the city. The full moon is finally at its brightest. The urge to reach out to it is still pulling on my heart but I am too deep in thought to give in. I know that I have to do something for Kalan… I don't want to—but he might not have the forever that I do to sort things out. So I will put my freedom aside and help my new friend because, in a way, he is the only one I have ever known who has been living in the dark for all of his life.
"You can start with the truth," I look over my shoulder at a woman near the meat market. She hasn't noticed us at the table and I don't think anyone will so it is safe to talk here.
"When I went to Forks… I was not looking for your kind," he spoke in a hushed voice.
"What were you looking for?" I ask him, he looks into me and I feel the fear in his expression. "Oh come on, Kalan, I told you everything and more about me and you can't tell me one simple thing that you were looking for in Forks?"
"I was… alright—I was…" he takes a deep breath and looks around the market, "I was looking for my kind."
Well that was interesting, I lean forward on the table, "what is your kind?" I whisper.
"Werewolves, Nessie, I was looking for wolves," he says to me then leans back in his chair to assess my reaction.
I let out one abrupt chuckle then raise my brow, "you're not a wolf—I can smell wolves a mile away," I look at him skeptically. Well maybe not so much a mile away but there is a scent that I am oh so familiar with; especially with my upbringing. His scent doesn't match it.
"Doesn't matter… I didn't find any wolves in Forks anyways."
"Of course you didn't—they're crawling all over La Push," I tell him then shake my head, "wait—you're not a wolf! Why am I even telling you this?"
"Do I have to wait till 'no moon' to show you?" he glares at me, a little frustrated now.
"No moon? Wait, so you change into this werewolf when there is no moon?" he nods at me and it all makes sense. He's one of them… I remember a long time ago Carlisle telling me stories about Children of the Moon. "But I always thought that werewolves change into the wolf during the full moon."
"That's how the stories go but my little transformation always takes place at the point where there is no moon in the sky. It's almost as if the sun and moon tame me but once they both disappear there is nothing to keep me docile." He replies, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
"You were looking for more of your kind in Forks?" I ask him and his expression shows disappointment, he returns his glasses to his face.
"I heard about a strange a creature that had been spotted there a while ago. A wolf-like creature that most compared to a bear. I was hoping that I'd find some answers. More of my kind… I was hoping that it would help me understand who I am but when no moon came I found nothing. I thought that perhaps some form of instincts would take over and I'd be united with… it's not important. Perhaps I am the only one."
"There are wolves but you are right, they are not your kind," I whisper.
"There are different kinds?" he asks me and now his eyes hold interest.
"Well Carlisle, my grandfather, told me of your kind. He calls them Children of the Moon," I reply and his expression lights up. He probably prefers that term rather than werewolf.
"And these others… the other wolves?" he asks.
"They're wolves but not like you. They're more like shape shifters, the moon—or lack there of, does not control their transformation."
I push the conversation as far out of my mind as it will possibly go and hop down from the ledge, going back into the apartment to see Kalan sitting at the table with a drink in his hand.
"I thought you were going to bed," I say and join him at the table.
"I couldn't sleep," he replies, he looks worn out so I find that hard to believe.
"Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Hm?" he looks up to me then takes a sip of his drink.
"Your parents… were they… like you?" I ask and look for a change in his expression but I am let down. He just shrugs with a blank look.
"I don't know," he takes a deep breath and stares at the ice left in his glass, "my parents died when I was 16. I was lucky to survive—or at least that's what they've told me… but I don't remember a thing before the accident. My life is just one, big, fat blank. This whole werewolf business didn't happen until I was 19," he looks up to me and I guess I have a pitiful gaze because it makes him chuckle, "don't feel sorry for me! You're the one who has it so bad that you feel the need to run away!"
I feel a shot of hot anger shoot up my spine, "I never said that things were bad for me at home! I have a good home life, thank you very much!"
He gives me a startled stare, "I'm sorry, it's just that… on the train you looked like you were heading to anywhere far away. You looked like you were running from something." I listen to what he has to say and I realize that I was. I was running away from myself, hoping to slow this process or even avoid growing up all together.
"I was; that doesn't mean that I'll never see my family again. Hell, they're all going to live forever; a year or two is just a dent in the road."
"Well then I guess I should be glad."
"Explain?"
"When I asked you stay I felt a little guilty. Like I was keeping you from going home," he said and placed his hand on top of my head and then stroked my hair back before letting his fingers drop back down to the table.
I take a deep breath, "no… but if you want to feel guilty about something… you can feel guilty about making me go home," I look at his puzzled face and roll my eyes, "Carlisle is the only one who is going to be able to tell you about what you are. I am not going to let you mope around feeling sorry for yourself for the rest of your life, Professor."
His puzzled expression softens and he is about to say some form of thank you when a loud crash draws both out attentions to the door.
"Well, well, well… if it isn't my favorite twosome, beauty and the geek!" the tallest skin-head vampire walks in with his goons close behind. Son of a…
"Well, well, well… if it isn't the three stooges," I scowl and stand, "I'm so glad you came back for a visit," sarcasm is riddled through that comment for sure.
"You know what I like about these two?" the short vampire snickered, "they just smell oh so delicious."
"You wouldn't like me, baby. I'm tough meat," I smirk and sit on the table top crossing my legs. As long as we keep talking and not fighting I can keep both Kalan and I alive. I am no match for three full vampires.
"How intriguing—you see, babe," the tallest vampire swiftly moves in front of me, "you don't look human, you don't sound human," he grips his hands on my knees, uncrossing my legs swiftly. He runs his hands up my thighs, "but, darling, I bet you taste just as sweet."
Kalan stands immediately at the show of harassment on the tall vampire's part.
"Have a seat, professor," the third, quieter, skin-head says and forces Kalan to sit.
"What do you want, you freak?" I hear my voice become uneasy and I don't like it.
"Now, now—name calling isn't nice," he lingers close to my neck then pulls away looking to the other two vampires, "search the place until you find it!"
"What are you looking for?" I ask trying to compose my voice as the vampire's hands trail down my thighs then back up again. My heart is hammering hard in my chest.
"Whatever you want you can have it just leave us alone!" I hear Kalan mutter and the vampire grins at him then looks back to me.
"Where do you keep it, babe. In a safe across town?"
"I don't know what you're talking abou—ahh!" I cry out when his hand tightens on my thigh, his razor sharp claws tearing into my skin. He smirks at me, bringing his hand up to his face and sucks the blood from his fingers.
"Mmm—I was right. Just. As. Sweet," he laughs softly then unexpectedly slaps my face, "tell me where it is, bitch!"
My breath is caught in my throat.
Looks like I may not have that forever that I thought I would.
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