I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA.

Persy's P.O.V.

I pull up to the Clearwater household ten minutes later and shut my car off. I then lean back in my seat and look at it. If you had told me two weeks ago that werewolves are real, I would have thought that you were crazy. I used to think that stuff like that didn't exist; only in the story books. But then again, nobody should be able to see death dates; and yet here I am. Persephone Genevieve Williams, the girl that knows when everyone is going to die. It's kind of ironic that I have this gift and my name is Persephone. I once looked up the name Persephone and it literally means destroyer of peace and bringer of death. So thanks Mom and Dad for naming me something that has a messed up meaning. At least my middle name is normal. I take a deep breath as I open the car door and get out. I walk up the path to the house and knock on the door.

A minute later Sue opens the door and a surprised look crosses her face when she sees that it's me.

"Persy, what are you doing here?" she asks me. I smile at her warmly.

"I'm here to see Seth," I tell her.

"Okay, come on in!" I step into the house and look around. The walls are lined with family photos, soccer trophies on shelves and girl and boy scout sashes filled with badges. I smile at a picture of an eight-year-old Seth with his two front teeth missing. He's so cute. But then I feel guilty. I just had sex with my ex-boyfriend and now I'm thinking about getting with another guy? Gosh, I am such a slut. I push those thoughts away. "Seth's in his room. Upstairs third door on your right." I nod.

"Thanks." I head up the stairs and I stop outside his door. My heart speeds up at the thought of seeing him, and I can't stop smiling. I knock lightly on the door and wait. No answer. I knock again, but get the same results. I decide to open the door and pray that he's not naked or something. I internally snort. Okay Persy, like you wouldn't want to see him naked. But he's not naked, he's fast asleep on his too small bed in a pair of sweat pants and a wife-beater shirt. His black hair is messy, sticking out in every direction.

I slowly walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge of the bed. I then softly shake him awake with my good arm. He stirs and cracks his eyes open.

"Hey," I whisper. He smiles up at me and I smile back.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" he asks me.

"You still owe me an explanation, remember?"

"Oh yeah."

"Yeah, I really need to know."

"Alright, can I take a shower?" I stand up.

"Of course, I'll wait down stairs." I turn around and walk out of his room and move into the living room. Five minutes later, Seth walks down the stairs. His hair is wet and he's wearing gray camo cargo shorts and a white sleeveless shirt. I smile up at him as he heads straight to the kitchen to raid the fridge for food. Sue had sliced up some roast beef earlier and Seth turns it into a huge sandwich complete with lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise. He swallows it in one bite and chases it down with a huge glass of water.

I wait patiently as he does this, not wanting to waste any time I might have with him, and go to sit on the couch. When he's done, he slowly walks toward me, and takes his time sitting down next to me on the floral print cushion. He doesn't say anything for a while so I decide to speak first.

"Okay Seth, so can you please tell me what happened in the woods yesterday? You- you turned into a wolf. How is that possible?" I ask him. He sighs loudly and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Okay, so before I tell you anything, you have to promise me that you won't I finish," he tells me.

"I'll try but I can't promise anything."

"Alright so do you remember the tribe legends you heard Billy tell the day we met?" I nod. "Well they're all true. Every one of them. The last generation of wolves was my great grandfather's generation."

"Why did it skip two generations?" I ask even though I'm not supposed to. But Seth doesn't scold me.

"Well to answer that, you'd have to know the science behind it. The only reason why we came into existence was to protect ourselves from the enemy. And right now our only enemy is vampires. What I'm trying to say is that Billy thinks that there is a kind of… pheromone I guess you can call it, I don't know what else to call it, that triggers the shape shifter gene in us. But for about one hundred years or so, there were no vampires in Forks, so that meant that my grandfather and father never transformed." I look at him through my eyelashes.

"How does it start? The transformation, I mean."

"Well you won't notice it at first, but once the gene is activated you start growing taller and more buffy. Then it just stays inside of you, balled up until something sets it off. It can be something so small that sets it off. It can be failing your math test, or having a fight with your parents or a death in the family. Then you get a fever. And when I say a fever I mean a really high fever; like one-hundred-and-eight. Sometime after that you phase for the first time."

"What does it feel like?"

"It feels really strange. Being in a body that you're not used to, and especially when you can't control your limbs yet. Then there's the fact that you hear all of those voices-."

"Voices?" I ask confused.

"While you're a wolf you can hear the thoughts of the other pack members who are in their wolf forms. It's a way we can communicate with each other," he explains. "While you're in wolf form you have heightened senses and agility and strength. You have those abilities while in human form too. But the bad sides of it is that, for one thing, the anger problems. When you're still new to this wolf thing, you turn into a wolf whenever you get angry or upset. So you have to be careful around the people you love. It's been easy so far for me because I'm a naturally happy person, but I can slip up at any time."

"Like last night." He nods.

"Yeah, like last night. When I saw him hurting you, I was so angry I couldn't even see straight. I didn't think, I just acted. I regret killing him though. I should have let him live so he could rot away his life in jail." I snuggle up against his side and lean my head against his arm. I welcome his warmth and close my eyes.

"Don't say that Seth. He would have killed me if you hadn't stopped him," I tell him.

"Yeah, but I could have knocked him out and then stopped but I couldn't stop. I was just focused on making him pay for hurting you. I should have-." I cut him off by, after opening my eyes, reaching up and cupping his jaw in my hand. He had been looking away from me and I turn his head to make him look at me.

"Listen Seth, as a girl who has nothing but bad things happen to her I've learned that you can't keep on dwelling on the past. What's done is done and there's nothing you can do to change it so you have to move on; otherwise you'll miss everything great about what's happening right now," I say. "Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in guilt about something that happened in the past? Or do you want to move on?" He's quiet for a moment. We're staring each other in the eyes and I can get lost in his chocolate irises forever. He then sighs and nods.

"Okay I can try to forgive myself," he says finally. But I shake my head.

"No, needing to forgive yourself means that you did something wrong. And you, Seth, did nothing wrong."

"Persy-."

"Say it!" I say sternly. "Repeat after me. 'I did nothing wrong'." He says nothing. "'I did nothing wrong.' Repeat it."

"I-I did nothing wrong," he says. I smile in satisfaction.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

"It's going to take a while for me to get over this, you know that right?" I do know that.

"I know, but I needed to hear you say it." He then smirks a little.

"You wanna know the one good thing that happened as a cause of me killing that man?" he asks me. I frown, confused.

"What?" I ask, honestly curious.

"It led to me getting my first kiss," he tells me. I pull back from him, shocked. With the way he looks, I would have never guessed that he had never been kissed before yesterday.

"I gave you your first kiss?" He nods. My eyes are wide and for some reason I feel guilty. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know." He actually laughs.

"Why are you sorry?" I shrug.

"I don't know, I just kind of guessed that a guy like you would have been kissed already." He frowns.

"'A guy like me?'" I bite my lip.

"You know, good looking."

"You think that I'm good looking?"

"I'd be lying if I said 'no'." I settle back with my head on his arm, and look at the television which is turned off and displays our reflection.

"What about Ryan?" Seth whispers. I chew on my lip as I decide how to word my answer.

"Ryan is my past. He's the father off my daughter so he'll always hold a place in my heart; but I know that I'd never be able to get back together with him. It'd just be too painful. He looks so much like Isabelle. She had his nose and his cheekbones and his lips. Though she did have my brown-black hair and my shaped eyes, though her eyes were hazel. I just wouldn't be able to see him every day." We're quiet for a while, just sitting on the couch and enjoying each other's presence, and I start to think that maybe he fell asleep or something, so I look back up at him. He's also looking at me. I crack a smile. "What?"

"You really don't mind that I'm a wolf?" he asks me.

"I'll admit that it is really weird; but then again I can see a person's death date, so I'm used to weird." He purses his lips.

"What's my death date?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Are you sure you want to know?" He nods.

"Absolutely." I pause before I answer him.

"November thirtieth, twenty-ninety-one," I tell him. He smiles.

"Cool, I'll be one-hundred-and-one years old." Then he looks at me. "When's your death date?" I purse my lips and sigh.

"I don't know," I tell him.

"You can't read your own death date?"

"No I can, through a mirror or picture, but if I really focus, I can block myself from seeing them." He nods.

"Well I can kind of see your reasoning. Some people just don't want to know." He then becomes nervous. "So, before I chicken out, I want to know if you would go out with me." I think about that for a minute. Am I really ready to date again after everything that's happened? I mean, it would be good for me if I move on, but will I be able to love him entirely? I guess there's only one way to find out. I smile.

"Sure."

A/N: What did you guys think? So I want to apologize for not uploading in a while. My internet has been down so I have to upload this at school. Please review!

~Gina