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A/n: Thank you people for my reviews and stuff, keep 'em coming. I hope your enjoying the story so far, I'll try my best to make this the best story you've ever read…well, fanfiction at least. I already know the direction I'm going for this story because there will be a sequel, and don't worry this story will end soon- even though without it I'll have no other hobbies, I loved writing this story.
Chapter Summary: We finally meet Charles.
Quote of the Chapter: "The course of true love never did run smooth."
Chapter Twelve: The Call
I looked at Philip, to check if he was serious- he was.
"Your brother?" I asked, he nodded and continued walking, pulling me forward. I would feel him shaking slightly in my hand. I don't know if it was because his brother was a werewolf- or he hadn't seen him in over ten years. We walked a bit faster as I began seeing a door up ahead.
Philip's face looked determined- but also a little scared, and when we were about ten feet away he dropped my hand and charged at the door. I stopped suddenly, surprised. I jogged up to him- he already had the door open, which led to an extremely large dim room- a lot brighter than it was in this tunnel. The air from the door opening blew the candle out- but it made no difference as Philip walked in the door, then stopped to make sure I was still with him.
"Are you okay?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked at me, his face inches from mine.
"Yeah." he whispered, his eyes on mine. The connection between me and Philip seemed to be getting stronger, and I felt guilty- I dunno why.
"You wait here- just in case." he said softly. I dropped my hand off his shoulder.
"I want to come- I feel worthless enough as it is." I said, grabbing his hand. Without another word, he guided me towards the middle of the room. The room was shaped like an oval, with a large, elegant glass roof. There was a large bed with old, but also elegant blankets, and see-through hanging that had rips and scratches through it. The room was very cold, but I could barley tell at the time; there was a small pipe from the corner of the room, that had water leaking out of it, and over at the corner was a humongous bowl of what looked like some type of mushy food.
I looked around; waiting for something to pop out like in the very few horror movies I've seen. I gripped Philip's hand tighter, and he pulled me closer- giving me a reassuring smile. I felt safe with him, and it made me felt guilty again, but every feeling faded away when an echoed voice called softly upon us from nowhere.
"You shouldn't be here- It was stupid for you to have come." the voice said, It was a man's voice, deep and slightly depressing just by the sound of it.
"Charles." he whispered the name, then spoke clearly, "We- We need your help." he looked up and around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.
"I cannot help you- leave now." he spoke in the same volume and tone as before- no more authority, warning, nor command in his voice. I looked up at Philip; thinking that we should go. But he looked like he wasn't ready to give up just yet, so I said nothing.
"Yes you can…" Philip said simply, and I thought it wasn't much of a convincing argument, "Come out, Charles." there was a hint of demand in his voice, "You can't hide from the world forever…" I looked around, dropping Philip's hand, and walking over towards a small opening I saw in between the large bed and something that looked like a toilet area.
"Charles…?" I whispered, walking slowly as if to a small and frightened dog. I saw movement in the small opening, and I knew he was in there. "Please…help- I love Jacob …and I'm pretty sure you're the only one who can help…" I didn't really know this, but he was my last and only option.
"Who are you?" Charles asked, turning around, only slightly, in his hiding place.
"I'm Bella…Philip's friend…and Jacob- he's off trying to save us from your-your family-"
"They are not my family."Charles said, his temper rising, and for some reason I felt like I was coming through to him. Philip slowly walked over to me; his face looked at bit sketchy.
"They hurt you, huh?" I asked, I didn't know the story well- and I really wanted to know about what had happened over ten years ago, but there was something more important to be done, and time was sacred. "And they'll hurt Jacob too…"
"Your Jacob…he is a werewolf?" It wasn't much of a question more like a confirmation.
"Yes…he is…and I love him…" I don't know if I was trying to get the point that I loved him across, or I just couldn't stop saying it.
"It won't work out…it never works out…" Charles said, in a low but audible voice. I felt kind of hurt, but I didn't let what he said get to me.
"You seem to know this from experience…" I said, I hoped it didn't sound mocking, because for some reason in my head it did. Philip grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards him. And after a moment I knew why.
Charles walked, well more like flew, from his secret place. He did not look how I expected. I expected a fierce, scary looking wolf- man type person, after being a werewolf for more than ten years; but he wasn't.
His hair was long, brown, and very messy. His teeth were stained with something I hoped wasn't blood- but I couldn't be sure. His body was very muscular. His clothes were torn liked Jacob's had been, and very worn. But his face- his face was handsome, he had a bit of facial hair, his eyes were light green, and he didn't have a fierce and monstrous look, as I'd expect someone to be after stuck down here this long.
Philip's pulled me behind him, he probably had the same fear as I did- that Charles had a low temper and would attack.
"Philip…"Charles said, walking towards us, he looked much too uncoordinated on two feet- that I began wondering if he was better on all fours. "Last time I saw you- you were this tall." Charles said, making a swift movement with his hand about three feet from the ground. "Didn't think you knew I was here- guess dad finally told you…"
"No- Beatrice told me…" Philip said, a bit unsure. "She said that night they trapped you down here since they couldn't kill you…" Charles stared into space for a moment,
"She said that?" Charles asked, ignoring my existence and paying mind only to Philip. Philip nodded at Charles question.
"Yes- but I have a feeling she left some stuff out." Philip said. Charles looked up at the glass ceiling; you could see the sun begin to rise on the scattered clouds above.
"She did." He said simply, looking like he wasn't about to go into discussion. I looked at Philip, my heart beating fast as my mind wondered to Jacob and what could be going on up there.
"Charles." I said after a moment too long of silence. Charles looked at me, his green eyes piercing, in a way a normal person would fall back in fear- but I was starting to believe I wasn't exactly the 'normalest' person out there. "Please Charles- there isn't a lot of time." to me my voice sounded begging and weak, which wasn't something I was actually intending on sounding like. Charles just looked at me.
"Do you think if I could get out of here by now- I would?" Charles said. Philip looked behind us at the door we had come in from- I didn't see it anywhere.
"Wait- what?" he asked.
"It's a prison- those who come into this room cannot leave- trust me- I've already tried." Charles said, walking away from us, and sitting on his bed. I looked at Philip worried that he was serious.
"You're joking? There has to be a way out of here!" I shouted appalled. Charles sat comfortably in this bed.
"No- I told you it was stupid for you to have come…" Charles said, looking up at the sky brightening above. Philip looked at me, grabbing my hand, trying to comfort me.
"We'll get out of here- don't worry." Philip said, but it wasn't convincing enough for me to hope.
"You shouldn't lie to the girl- there's no way out- well…unless…"Charles said looking up at the glass roof. "No- that's a stupid idea."
"What? What is it?"I asked urgently, jogging over to his bedside, the claustrophobic feeling starting to take over me again.
"Nothing…"Charles said, pulling the hangings around him- it didn't do anything much to hide him since they were see through.
"You don't understand- we can't stay here!" Philip said, his anger rising in his voice. "Stop being selfish and help us!" I was kind of shocked by his outburst but it was true.
"Help you!" Charles shouted jumping up from his bed, charging at Philip, "No one helped me! No One care about me! My own family thought I was some kind of monster! And they left me here to rot!" I felt Charles pain and my mood was becoming sadder and depressed the longer we stayed here.
"Charles…this isn't about you or your family- this is about all the other werewolves out there who will die because of your family and the Camalens. If they finally discover a way to kill werewolves- you and all your people are dead." I said, "Please…just help us get out of here…with that- you'll be free too." Charles looked at me, his eyes on me were making me a bit uncomfortable, but I didn't show it.
"You must really care about this guy to stand up to a beast…"Charles said walking towards me, holding out his hand for me to grab. I grabbed it- it was warm like Jacobs. Our kiss felt so long ago, and it made me want to get out of here all the more quickly.
"I don't think you're a beast." I said, it was true, "Just a giant puppy." he looked down, and I could have sworn I saw him smile.
"Come on Phil- if we're going to save this girl's boyfriend we're gonna need all the help we can get." Charles said, grabbing Philip by the arm.
Suddenly we were off the ground, Charles fantastic strength carrying me and Philip up the wall. Climbing quickly and soundless towards the top of the cave.
"Close your eyes." Charles said, and I obeyed, "Duck your head." he commanded, I followed orders and in a second later we picked up speed and the next thing I knew I heard the shattering off glass around us. Something sharp hit the side of my arm, but did not cut me. And for only a moment I felt the wonderful and joyous feeling that I was flying through the air. Then I smelled the cool smell of outside. I opened my eyes slowly, just as Charles let go of me and Philip, Philip looked pretty freaked out- so I decided not to say anything and just let him calm down for a second.
Charles, on the other hand, was in the shadows the sun had not yet shined upon. His face was scrunched up in pain as I saw him take shards of glass from his head, arms, and torso. I looked away, heart pounding against my chest.
Then to make this a bit worst, I suddenly realized that we were about a hundred to two hundred feet off the ground. I backed away from the edge, just as Charles was walking towards me and Philip.
"I'm out- after twelve years- I'm out…" he mumbled this to himself, so I didn't answer since it seemed like he was talking to himself. "Okay- we're out- now…how do we get more help?" he asked in full voice this time. I looked at Philip; I didn't know the answer so our last hope was him.
"Why are you guys looking at me? I don't know what to do." Philip said, trying to balance on the roof, watching out for glass that was scattered around us.
"Well you better hurry up- cause I'm pretty sure someone would have heard that." he pointed to the shattered glass roof. I looked around, at the nothingness that surrounded us. My heart feared for Jacob, and I didn't care what we did- I just needed to get to him right now. I looked over at Charles who looked deep in thought, and over to Philip who looked terrified but determined.
Charles suddenly looked up at us.
"Come on- we have to get down to the house." Charles said, and in the blink of an eye- literally. A large brown wolf-like creature stood before us, he was much larger than Jacob was- but he also looked a bit older. "Close your ears." he ordered, I looked at him suspiciously and put my hands over my ears, Philip did the same - looking confused.
And even with me pressing my hands closely to my ears trying to block away any sound, I still heard the loud call-like howl that sent a shiver down my spine. The sun was rising over the horizon, but clouds began to cover bringing potential rain. I looked at Philip wondering if we could open out ears yet, he nodded so I dropped my hands. Charles stood there- in human form, looking around as if trying to see something far off, he then turned to us.
"Now- I'm pretty sure Jacob's gonna need some backup, don't you?" he said, his voice was kind of low and had a faint growl to it.
A/N: and this is the end of Chapter Twelve, I am terribly sorry that it sucked. Please review, I promise the next chapter will be better- don't give up on me. But still this is my first Twilight Fanfiction, so it's bound not to be the best. The story will end soon don't worry- I know you guys are probably like "When is this going to end, sheesh." but don't worry it will. Sorry about any grammar or spelling errors. Btw, for the next few chapters there'll be a lot of action- and am not very good at writing that kind of stuff (which is why I stick to romances) but just bare with me guys. Please Review.
