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Chapter 10: Letters
Quil POV
This is exactly why I hadn't told Claire, exactly why I had kept myself from her for so long.
Exactly why.
I had abstained from my sweet Claire for almost half of my life, to leave her out of harm's way in more way's then one. Now she had a vampire in her class that could possible smell me on her, and I had hurt her myself. My stomach churned and twisted at just the mere thought.
My Claire. My poor Claire. What had I done?
My paws pounded at the ground harder and faster as my anger spiralled out of control, taking over my bodily functions.
Claire POV
I stared after Quil as he ran off into the night, the inevitable tearing, and popping noises of his helpless phase. This is exactly why I hadn't told him, exactly why I had kept it from him
Exactly why.
Tears were mercilessly building in my eyes, as his large wolf body disappeared into the dark night, no moon to light the skies, no street lamps nearby. Just darkness.
"Claire?" Sam called, his loud steps travelling towards my frozen figure.
"Claire?" He repeated, resting a massive, warm hand on my shaking shoulder.
"Where's Quil?"
"He left." I said shakily, hastily wiping my bottom lashes, dashing away all signs that I had been close to tears.
"where'd he go?"
"I don't know, he j-just left." I stuttered, shifting my shoulder so that the heated hand fell from my body. It reminded me to much of Quil. "It's my fault, I made him mad."
Sam grunted, and ran past me, the same popping sound repeating itself with the tearing of clothes. The signs of a controlled phase.
Quil's POV
I traced the same foot prints I had made only seconds before for the eighth time when the subtle shiver of a new mind phasing pressed into my minds ear.
Quil? Sam called, running towards where my eyes were telling him where I was.
leave Sam
What did Claire do to you? She said she made you mad, and then just up and left, she's heartbroken back at the house. I'm sure whatever she said could have been handled better then this. Sam reprimanded. I stood still, watching in confusion as he entered the same clearing that I was currently standing in.
She said it was her fault? I growled, the hairs on my back bristling.
Yes, what else could have hap-?
It wasn't her fault. In the slightest. I cut off, sinking down onto my stomach, and burying my head beneath my paws.
What do you mean it's not her fault? What happened?
I-I- hurt he-her. I stuttered, trying as best as I could to hold back the fresh onslaught of tears that was forming.
w-what? Sam said, taken aback by my sudden truth. He sighed loudly in his head, and I saw him shudder as memories of Emily's scars came rushing back to him. I guess my fault was slightly better then his, only slightly.
What did you do? Sam finally asked, preparing himself for some awful mental image.
I slowly, but reluctantly showed him. The sadness creeping up on me again as I had to relive the findings of Claire's bruises, and the realization that I had been the maker.
Quil Sam sighed, poking at my bowed head with his large nose.
Quil. She's right; she's going to be fine. It happens to the best of us. Jared's gone through the same thing. Sam confided, pulling me up to a standing position by the scruff of my neck.
I looked at him, my eyes shining in that face of my mild anger.
Why have I never heard about Jared?
He wanted it kept a secret. I daresay he was worse off then you.
I grimaced, and moaned a howl, my heart panging with sorrow.
Claire POV
I lay awake on the couch, my heart pounding furiously. Quil hadn't returned all night, and as the sun began to rise, thus dawned another day that I could tick off as Quil not keeping his promise.
"Breakfast Claire." Emily called from the kitchen; the unwanted smell of homemade breakfast filled my nostrils.
"I'm not hungry." I said quietly, reburying my face into the pillows on the couch. I could hear Emily sigh; I knew it wasn't nice of me to be so mean, so unresponsive especially in the instance that Sam wasn't home either. Most likely with Quil.
The door banged open, and in walked a very haggard looking Sam, his face irate with anger, and his muscles tense with the outcome of a lost fight.
"Emily?" He called, walking purposefully into the kitchen.
"Yes?"
"I need to talk to you!" He said loudly, his gruff voice turning low enough for me to not hear him.
"What?!" Emily exclaimed, and my heart sank knowing it was about Quil, all of my worries -however- melted (seemingly) into a pool of Claire as Quil stepped over the front door step.
"Quil?" I said hoarsely, getting up off of the couch and staggering over to him, my vision splotched from getting up so quickly.
"Claire." He breathed, rushing forward and taking me into his arms, his sweet scent mixing heavily with the smell of the forest.
"Why did you leave me?" I asked tearfully? Pulling myself away from his warm body, and looking into his beautiful brown eyes.
"I- I couldn't handle it Claire. I can't stand the thought that I hurt you." He mumbled grimly, pulling my head back into his chest, and resting his chin on top of my head. Suddenly he pulled away, and tipped my chin up to meet our lips, his soft mouth landing harshly on mine.
I frowned, I didn't like this kiss. It had the finality of a last embrace embedded in every pulse of his heart beat, the finality of never seeing each other again. I didn't like this kiss at all, at all indeed.
Quil POV
I watched as my beautiful Claire walked tiredly into the school, her gorgeous eyes fluttering every few seconds in the efforts to stay awake. As much as I had protested, she insisted that she go to school today, her homework -she said- had been piling up and she didn't want anymore then necessary.
Her figure disappeared behind the vast set of double doors that led to the main hallway.
I blinked back tears as the memory of our last kiss seared itself into my memory. I called Jake, asking him to watch over Claire for a little bit, to keep tabs on the vampire in her classroom. He agreed, and said he'd bring Nessie along.
Jake arrived, bringing with him his imprint, her beauty was staggering, but nothing compared to my Claire.
My Claire.
I arrived back at Sam's and Emily's to find that the house was vacant, the perfect conditions to pull off my master hiatus. Pulling out the crumpled note that I had taken all night writing, I carefully slipped it onto the dining table, Claire's beautiful name scrawled on the top.
