AYSU aka Moon Water
Rating: M
Summary: While sulking in his "woe is me" attitude concerning his lack of a love life, Edward ends up waking a centuries old wolf (Bella) from slumber who has no memory of her past life; the only thing she know is sure of is that Edward is hers. Looks like some legends are more than what they seem.
This story is Alternate Universe (AU). No vampires, just wolves.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
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Chapter 11.
It was slow going and he was bored, when you live in a place where everybody knows what the other person had for breakfast it was no difficult equation to solve.
Still, once in a while he wished just for a minute, that there was something to disrupt his monotonous daily routine. But in the next instance he was glad for the peace.
There were instances that his little wishful thinking did come true, for instance his summer started with a bang leaving him quite frustrated with an unsolved breaking and entering and now the town had once again gone back to being boring and slow like the rest of the year.
Well there was the bear incidence but the two rugrats had escaped without any injury and he had alerted the citizens of the community about it. Once in a blue moon a bear that gets closer to civilization was not something new when they lived surrounded by the forest.
He gave a disgusted look at the mound of reports he has to fill. There was a huge pile of paper work that had been collecting atop his desk for the past week and the nice weather was making him lazy.
One would wonder that nice weather means getting active and finishing the work more enthusiastically, but in his case the rays of sunshine were making his own life look very bleak.
He didn't want to finish it and go home early, the clear sky and the light make his house look lonely and he didn't like it. When there was no light it didn't show the emptiness.
He shook his head, stopping the depressing route his thoughts were taking, and concentrated on the screen in front of him.
Ah! Ten more tiles.
He dragged the mouse and clicked.
There was a sudden bleep sound coming from the computer.
Nooooo!
With a frustrated sigh he gave up. For the past hour he had been playing Mahjong on the computer and the same format for some time. And when he thought he was winning, the bloody tiles were stuck under another pile, and he didn't have the patient to start a new game.
He gave a frustrated sigh and stood up from his chair and walked towards his office desk and sat down, deciding to put a dent on the files pilling on his desk.
It would give him something to do to pass the time and he would have more desk space if he finished at least some of these reports. If he waits another week he was sure it would reach so high that nobody would be able to see him from behind it.
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He had been trying to finish the paperwork for thirty minutes now and so far only got two reports completed.
For someone who worked pretty fast normally his work speed was making him quite frustrated today. He never took this much time to finish his paperwork
So what was different from a week ago or a month ago?
Well every few minutes his hand reached his head and he lost his thought process.
Yup, that's it.
He growled and again started writing but just as before he couldn't help himself, naturally his hand reached his head and started scratching again.
Gah! Damn this itching on his head, it was driving him mad.
With a frustrated scowl he threw the pen on the desk and reclined on his office chair.
If I get my hands on who ever messed with me, they are going to lose more than hair on their body.
Charlie made a vow, and again his eyes stared unseeingly at the ceiling.
His head itched with the little stubs of hair growing atop. This was the first time he had shaved his head and while he shaved his beard, leaving the top little mustache, the new experience was giving him trouble.
He wished there was something that could take his mind off of his itchy head he thought while running his hand on it, trying to get some relief, but damn small towns and boring people.
At a time like this he wouldn't mind Mrs. Middleton screeching the neighborhood down trying to throw her husband out of the house or The Stanton Sisters trying to steal each others flower pots.
The nonexistent crime rate was what attracted him to staying here when he found out he was going to be a dad and still other than the professional boringness (was it even a word) he was thankful to be able to live here.
He had always wanted to raise his children in a safe place, being in law enforcement he knew how the outside world worked, and look where that got him.
Everything back fired on him. Just before his Isabella turned six months his wife, well ex-wife decided that she didn't like the sleepy little town; it was not wild enough or interesting enough for her.
Renée wanted the sun, the hustle and bustle of the big city. She had taken his baby and had moved across the country and overtime he didn't get to see his baby daughter.
In her quest to chase the sun, Renée had married a man named Philip Dwayer and they had lived their life like nomads jet setting all over the world.
The result was, him not getting to meet his daughter as much as he liked.
After a few years Charlie didn't have a strong relationship with his daughter who more or less resembled his ex-wife.
Charlie's eyes fell upon the only baby picture of his little Bella and he smiled at the bald, sleepy looking baby in the picture.
Now they both seem to have something in common. He ran his hand on his head with a wishful smile on his face.
His daughter had been a bald headed baby up until she turned a year, then when she had started sprouting new hair Isabella had inherited her mother's blond locks, and her once dark eyes had turned blue.
He wondered what she would have looked like today if it hadn't been up to Renee's wanderlust.
Something he didn't want to think about and something he kept a secret, even from Carlisle and Esme. Throughout the years Charlie had kept a secret watch on his child, something which nobody knew about and something he didn't want others to know about.
The first few years when Renée ran with his child he had watched over her from time to time and when she met Philip Dwayer, he had run a thorough background check on him. Charlie hadn't wanted his only child to grow up around a criminal or a pedophile.
You never know these days.
Other than his itchy foot that seemed to have a constant need to be in motion, the man was a bore and good enough to be around his daughter. So he had been relieved but was ready to soar in and rescue his child at any tiny hint of trouble in the horizon.
He had taken all sorts of precautions to save his child but alas! The trouble came unexpectedly from a way he never imagined or predicted.
The day after Christmas on 2004 he had lost his daughter who had been with her mother and step father in Thailand, in a province called Ache. He had received a frantic message from the private detective he had hired to keep tabs on his child. He had gone into shock and denial when he received the hurried and somewhat unclear call from the PI informing him that the three of them were missing and probably dead.
He had taken a sudden leave of absence and as soon as the flight to Thailand got cleared Charlie had hired a private jet and had gone in search of his daughter.
What he had found there was utter destruction and misery. Both Renee's and Phil's body were found except for his daughter. He had searched for her there for two months and found no evidence of his daughter.
Two years later his hired private investigator had found some evidence of his Bella. He had sent the information to Charlie.
It was a death certificate of an unknown child, the PI had asked conformation of whether it was his daughter or not, but one small glance at the picture and the documents were enough for him to recognize it was his missing child.
He hadn't confirmed it though, at the time he was still in denial but after another year had put a stop to the investigation.
Nobody knew that he had lost his child, he didn't like to see the pity on people's eyes whenever he went out, it was enough they already pitied him for the divorce and the estranged daughter they think he has; Charlie was a proud man by nature and it was not in his character to be fodder for the gossip.
Now let's take the latest incident for example. His bald head was making quite a stir in the small town, and if not for him being the chief of Police he was sure it would have made the headline of the Forks Journal, the monthly newspaper in Forks.
The people of the little town lived to gossip, and he could live without the added attention.
Argh! He was going to torture who ever dared to mess with his things. Charlie thought. His mind once again spanned towards the humiliating chain of events of the past few days.
He dreamed of catching him or them and torturing them.
Ah! Revenge is going to be so sweet.
He had a wicked smile on his face while mentally he rubbed his hands in glee.
He had a glazed look in his eyes and stared at the door of his office with a dreamy look, the paper work still forgotten on his table.
It was a good thing his office door was locked, otherwise if someone passing by saw the look on the face of the Chief they would think he had gone barking mad with the way he was smiling like a lunatic.
Charlie's happy thoughts of torture were suddenly disturbed by the loud chiming that came from his cell phone. He sat up so fast as though he got electrocuted and reached for the chiming phone which kept vibrating while emitting an ear splitting screeching alarm.
He checked the screen and gave a loud whoop. The alarm he had set up yesterday had been triggered. He smiled gleefully at the phone and shut the alarm that showed the intruder alert.
He picked up the keys to his police cruiser and ran out of his office with a smile that resembled the Joker in Batman.
"Chief, you leaving early?" His deputy, Mark Hanson asked staring at his boss who had a maniac gleam to his eyes and a rather unnerving smile on his face.
"Yes, yes, yes. I need to pop out and get to my place real quick, I forgot to lock the front door, and we don't need uninvited guests to mess around do we?" he said with a gleeful voice rubbing his hands together like a villain in a movie.
"I'll be taking lunch as it seems to be a slow day; if there is an emergency contact me soon," with the order he ran up to his vehicle and reversed onto the main road with a loud screech and was driving with the sirens blaring.
Poor man seems he has finally lost his marbles, after all living like a recluse is not good for anybody's health. Mark stared at the disappearing cruiser, shaking his head at the bizarre behavior of his boss he turned around and entered the Forks Police Station main building.
For the first time in his life Charlie drove like a speed demon, in his glee and eagerness to catch whoever was stupid enough to invade his house for the second time. He broke the speed limit and flew right through the main road.
As he got closer to the turn of his drive way Charlie switched off the siren, he didn't want the intruder to hear it and flee.
Salivating to find the culprit or culprits he made a sharp left turn to his own private road and slowed down considerably, he was going in stealthy mode.
There was a big Jeep parked in front of his house, without checking the number plate or paying attention to it, in his eagerness to catch whoever was inside red handed, Charlie dashed towards the front door.
Charlie was solely focused on the front door which had been left opened for any Tom and Dick to see inside and gallivant without alerting.
Amateurs. He scoffed.
Still he was cautious about his approach, it could either be someone playing a prank on him or it could be a criminal. So to be on the safe side he pulled out his gun and switched off the safety lock.
Taking silent slow steps in case the intruder got a slightest inclination that his game was over and run away he took cautious steps and entered the house.
The inside of the house was dark compared to the outside, and he couldn't see clearly. Charlie passed the front door and took a few cautious steps, his eyes checking every dark shadow.
He peered into the living room but it was empty, stepping slowly mindful of the creaky floor boards, he took a few steps towards the cloak room and the stairs.
Five steps along the corridor he could see a silhouette of a giant man.
His heart started to beat faster and he felt adrenalin kicking in.
Should he go back out and call for back up?
Charlie was not sure what to do but inched slowly towards the intruder.
Was he alone?
He was contemplating going out and calling his deputy when he heard low bickering coming from inside.
He stopped his movement but once again decided to say to hell with it and teach the punks, whoever it was that had decided to mess with him for the second time in a week, a lesson they won't forget for a lifetime.
The sudden remembrance of his humiliation and his itchy head made him forget about safety and with a maniacal gleam in his eyes Charlie jumped out from where he had been hiding with a loud shout.
"FRRREEEEEZZZ"
The man closer to him jumped with a loud girlish scream while from the shadows a familiar voice groaned and muttered,
"Not again….."
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A/N: Beta'd by CallMeBunny.
-Aria