Disclaimer- Anything relatable to the Twilight series belongs to Stephenie Meyer and her publishers.
Summary- When Claire finds out that Quil imprinted on her, both are forced to re-evaluate their friendship, and find out if it's love, before it's too late.
Warning- Breaking Dawn spoilers, although the book was received with many mixed feelings, I will not disrespect Stephenie's wishes for the books. (Mostly)
Author's Note- So, I suck. I know this. Apologies, dear ones.
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"Claire," Quil breathed, "Will you marry me?"
All the breath had disappeared from Claire's lungs. There was simply none left in the room. It was as if that ring-that beautiful ruby ring- was sucking all the oxygen, all the energy from her. Her mind couldn't form a coherent thought, her mouth hung slack.
After a few moments awkward laughter filled the room and Claire still did not rouse. She just stared at the ring. Marriage. She and Quil married. She wasn't sixteen yet. She was being asked to get married. Quil was her soul mate; of course she loved him…but marriage. Marriage?
The word tumbled from her lips softly, and she heard Bella's soft laugh to her left. She knew Bella had been adamantly against marriage when Edward had first asked, but this was different, very different.
Quil's face fell, his heart tumbled out of proportion, he cursed internally. He knew that it was stupid to propose in front of a crowd, he was just gonna get embarrassed and things would never stop being awkward now. He knew it was too soon.
"Claire?" He asked worriedly, gazing at her emotionless face.
Claire took a deep breath, tears filling her eyes, she thought about the last few weeks and realized there was no one else she would rather spend her life with, but she knew she was nowhere near marriage, she wasn't ready in any capacity, but knew that Quil knew that. And she did want him, and that made her answer very easy.
Quil's eyes glittered as she looked into them. "Yes" she whispered.
Quil's face broke out into a wild smile and his eyes became watery. He slipped the ruby ring onto her finger. Perfect fit.
Everything was quiet for moments as Claire and Quil stared at each other in rapture, and then cacophonous applause filled the room. Quil stood up and yanked Claire toward him, placing a small soft kiss on her lips. He leaned down into her ear and whispered, "It's a promise of my love. We won't get married till you're ready"
Claire sighed and hugged him, she loved how he knew. She loved that he was okay with her and her insecurities. She loved this promise he had given her. This beautiful ruby promise.
When their embrace ended both genders split into different sides of the room, the girls fawning over how lovely the ring was, and making quick wedding plans that wouldn't happen for awhile, the boys slapped Quil on the back and made fun of his tears, except for Edward. Edward just smiled and congratulated.
The rest of the night passed tranquilly, finding the werewolves and vampires snuggled with their mate, or friend in front of the fire place in Emily's small living room. It was a tight fit, but it was the first time in a long time that Claire felt really connected with all of them. And as she watched the embers dance in the fire place, she wished nothing would ever change.
--OO--
In a forest just south a Vancouver, a black wolf roamed, hunting for food, and for his pack. He couldn't believe this, he couldn't believe they had lost the fight, they had lost new territory. He couldn't believe Adam had run off with the enemy. After all his hard work, Peter was left the way he started, scared, and hungry.
He was reliving the fight in his head, attempting to find where things went wrong. He had attacked the one known as Quil, and as he cast him over the side of the hill, Quil had grabbed onto his flanks and took him with him. Peter had tumbled farther. Carlisle-the bloodsucking leech- had fixed him up, and he supposed he should feel more grateful then disgusted. But passive happiness was all he could muster.
He had lost his pack, and hope for a new life because of this Quil. The only one who beat him in the race. He was going to get it back. Propose a new challenge to their Alpha, and see if the young one was brave enough to die for his brothers.
If he had any honor, he would be. And when he died after Peter beat him, maybe Peter's soul could rest. Because right now, he just felt lost, and roaming.
He would give them a week though, a week to make them think that they one, a week to make him think that he won, and then he would go, and make one final proposition. The stakes rose even higher this time.
--OO--
Racing through the woods. Her eyes were the eyes of Quil. Behind her a stark black wolf chased viciously, panting harshly, but not giving in. Voices crowded her brain. They were her brothers talking of nothing significant, just the normal. She thought viciously, trying to warn her brothers what situation she was in, but none of them heard her, none of them listened.
She flew through the bush, she had stopped glancing behind her, stopped calling out, she ran with no direction, just speed. Her paws slammed against the hard ground, her heart beating out of control. And then, she slipped, and fell.
The scene before her changed. She looked at herself, cowering as the dark black wolf circled her slowly. She needed to save herself. She felt Quil's body rev up, ready to fight, but he was held immobile by some force that was unexplainable.
And she was forced to watch as the wolf delicately bit down, and snapped her neck in two.
Claire shot up quickly. Tears poured from her eyes. Nightmare. It was just a nightmare. Just a dream.
She had been in Quil's body, Quil's mind. She had seen herself die. It was similar to those dreams she had had as a child, where Quil would leave her in the middle of the forest, but it had never gone so far. Never gone so drastically far.
She closed her eyes and lay down on her pillow, and she prayed it wasn't a foreshadowing of things to come.
Author's Note- Sorry that was short.
Did everyone understand the dream sequence?
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