Seth –Dangerous Myth–

Mom held me hostage in our own house until I had finished all homework we got today. She even forced me to write the essay for English that had to be handed in not until next Monday! I thought I would die.

I dropped the pen and stretched my aching hands. There was a little cracking sound and I felt how a bone jumped back to its place. I groaned.

Wasn't there a law against this kind of torturing? I was sixteen, I was still under the child protecting and safety act's protection!

Without looking at the papers on my desk again I got up. I bet this was the worst essay in history.

I got changed; shorts were better for running. When I grabbed to ones I had worn yesterday from the floor something fell out of the pocket and landed on the wooden ground with a dull metallic sound. It was the rectangular that I'd found yesterday in the meadow. – The mirror with the crack. I shook my head and picked it up.

Superstition, it hadn't given me any back luck at all. – Far from it. An angel had accepted my love after I'd found it. Why would people think that a broken mirror would bestow you bad luck? And then even seven years of bad luck. Crazy.

I opened a drawer at my desk and rummaged around in it for a while. At the bottom of the drawer my finger tips found something cool and smooth. My fingers enclosed the object and took it out to the light. It was the old pocket knife Dad had given me at my eighth birthday. I flipped it open. The blade was shining like it had done before Dad had died I'd tossed it in the drawer to forget the pain.

I went back to my desk and turned on the desk lamp. Carefully I laid the blade's point on the smooth glass. There was a shrill scratching sound when the metal cut the glass. It sounded like someone gouged his nails in a board. I grimaced. But I went on cutting the glass and after another five cuts the sound wasn't hurting my ears as much as it had at the beginning.

I didn't know how long it took, but when I had finished, my hands were hurting like hell again. I blew slightly above the glass; the white powder flew across the glass surface like snow on ice. I held the mirror under the light to regard my little "masterpiece".

A tiny four-leaved clover was shining in one of the four corners; surrendered by a few simple ornaments. The crack was still there, but it was hidden in the centre of the clover now and not noticeable at first sight.

I smiled in satisfaction. "Now you're a lucky charm," I said and put it in the shorts I was wearing now. Then I left my room.

"Seth," I heard my mother calling behind me in a threatening tone when I laid my hand on the front door's knob.

"Homework's done," I muttered back annoyed and vanished through the door before she could think of any other arguments to keep me her prisoner.

It was already dark outside; a thick layer of rain clouds covered the stars. I wanted to reach my goal as fast as possible so I decided to phase when I was in the protecting dark forest.

Hi, Seth. Quil greeted me and ran towards me. A big portion of humour was in his voice.

Quil. I greeted back curtly and began to run.

Where're you going this late, kid? He asked. There were just seconds before he would burst out in booming laughter.

I concentrated on running and didn't respond.

Okay, 'kay. Let me guess. He said when he noticed that I wouldn't answer. Hmm… maybe…

A heart-shaped face appeared in hiss mind and so it filled mine, too. Honey-like hair caressed the pale smooth cheeks. The full lips were stretched to a breath-taking smile. Her dark-red eyes were soft and warm.

I moaned unconsciously.

Quil exploded. I've to admit. He managed to say between his snickers. She is pretty. But your reactions when you see her. A wave of shaking laughter cut his off mid-sentence. I felt how blood shot up in my head. Man, how you just moaned! I bet even Jared or Paul wouldn't react that extremely.

Thanks, Quil. Paul said sarcastically. He and Jared were a few miles further east.

This's kind of unfair. Embry pointed out about ten miles western direction from my present location. Leah was with him. All high school wolves have imprinted already. – All, accept for me. How can you guys just simply leave me alone?

You still have our precious Leah. Jared reminded him, but he didn't sound serious.

Thanks, Jared. Leah sourly. Nice to know that at least one of you still remember me.

I meant us boys. Embry added sheepishly.

Well, my friend. Then there's no way but to hurry up and join the club. Quil suggested, laughing. The rest of us joined him.

Boys. Leah snorted.

A light cut through the darkness in front of me and the outlines of the Cullens' house became bigger and clearer with each step I took.

Next station – Seth's personal paradise. Quil announced. The others started laughing again, only Leah kept quiet.

Well, I better go now. Although I really want to see the show. He sighed theatrically and shook his head in disappointment. But Sam will bite my head off if I leave my position. Life's so hard.

Yeah, too bad for you. I agreed sarcastically and sped off; leaving Quil's aria of depression and the others' laughter behind me.

Carlisle was at the door like the day before yesterday to welcome me.

"Hi, Carlisle," I greeted him after phasing back and stepped out of the woods.

"Nice to see you, Seth," he replied gently. "Chloe just went with Bella, Nessie and Rosalie on a little hunting trip."

"Oh." I tried very hard to sound casual but my face must've betrayed me.

Carlisle smiled. "They will be back soon. You can wait indoor," he offered and we entered the house together.

It was surprisingly quiet inside. Alice, Emmett and Jasper were sitting in front of the TV. Alice had the remote-control and zapped at high speed from one channel to the next. It seemed that the boys had nothing against that at all. They were just sitting there on the couch and stared holes into the constantly changing screen.

Edward was sitting at his piano but he didn't make any efforts to play. He stared at the keys emotionlessly. Esme stood behind him. She, too, neither move nor did she speak.

It was as if the word "tension" was written in the air.

"Did… something happen?" I asked irritated. My voice sounded unusually loud in the dead silent room. Actually I'd asked the wrong question. "Who died?" would have fit better.

No reactions.

"No," Edward finally answered after a few seconds. It wasn't louder than a whisper. "Not yet."

I turned towards Carlisle who was still standing next to me. He sighed. "There is something you ought to know, Seth," he spoke after another moment of perfect silence. "I don't know exactly why, but… someone came here, to Forks… someone dangerous."

So that was the reason why all pack members were outside patrolling. I swallowed. "Dangerous?" I asked after a second. "Again?"

An edge of his mouth twitched slightly upwards, but it went back to a serious position the next wink. "Yes," Carlisle approved in a low and anxious tone. "Again."

I looked at the others. Nobody had moved an inch. The TV-screen changed from an idyllic landscape to a woman's face who was crying and then to a wale in the deep blue ocean when Alice pushed the little button on the long rectangular remote-control.

"Who?" I asked, turning back to Carlisle.

He shook his head. "I don't know. It's a foreigner."

I raised one eyebrow. "A foreigner?" I wondered. "Why? I mean, who on earth would be so sadistic to attack a bunch of people that he doesn't know?"

"He doesn't know us," Edward suddenly said. I turned towards him and noticed that his eyes were still locked on the black and white keys. His eyes narrowed slightly. "But I'm afraid that he knows someone else here."

"Who?" I demanded after a while when he didn't continue.

He closed his eyes. "Someone new."

My hands started shaking and breathing was suddenly harder than usual. "Someone new"…

"Chloe," I finally managed to choke out.

"Someone dangerous"…

"Chloe… s-she…" I stammered. Then I found my voice again. "She's in danger!" I shouted and spun around.

"No, Seth, wait." Carlisle grabbed my arm before I'd reached the door. "Calm down, please. She is safe. Otherwise we wouldn't have let her go out."

I inhaled deeply and my muscles relaxed at bit. I bet it was Jasper's work.

"Does she know?" I demanded after another deep draft.

Carlisle shook his head. "We didn't want her to worry."

She was in danger. And she didn't even know.

I started shaking again.

"Who?" I asked again. My voice sounded unusually hoarse and there was also a hint of hysteria in it. "Who's that bastard?!"

Edward inhaled deeply. "Do you remember what I told you about Chloe's traumatic experiences with wolves?"

I nodded stiffly. What was he driving at? Chloe was in danger! We had no time to wait here and see!

Edward ignored my pleading thoughts. Very slowly, he turned his face towards me. His golden eyes were sad. "He's the source of that."

I swallowed. "Who. Exactly. Is he?" I hissed.

He turned back to the keys. "I don't know his name. He's too far away, I can't read his mind," he explained. His voice sounded as sad as his eyes looked like. "But I can tell you what he is."

What could he be? Wasn't it obvious? A sadistic vampire or a giant octopus with a fable for killing innocent girls. Did it even matter what he was? That bastard wanted to hurt an angel – my angel – that was all I needed to know.

"I guess you have to know what he is, Seth," Edward objected. "because we've never fought against such an enemy. And he's a very dangerous enemy."

I swallowed. "What'd you mean?" –My voice got louder with each word– "Who or what is he?!"

"Something very rare but still very dangerous," Edward said quietly and turned his head to me again slowly. "Something that I had considered as dead; something that only appears only once a month at every sixteenth of the moon-calendar, when the pitch black night is lighten up by the perfect round moon."

I shook my head. No, this was impossible. The thing he meant… no… It couldn't really exist. It was just a cock-and-bull story – a myth. It couldn't be true.

"I'm afraid it is," Edward said in an anxious tone. "Werewolves do exist, Seth."

The sound of plastic hitting the floor cut through the silence when Alice dropped the remote-control. The screen was filled with black and white dots, flashing wildly around and the speakers made a swoosh sound.

"No," Edward breathed and got up abruptly. The piano bench fell with a loud "Bang" on the floor.

"She's gone," Alice whispered; her voice higher than usual. Her hands were pressed to both sides of her head. Her face was a mask of fear and shock. She was shaking. "I can't… see her anymore… she's gone…"

The front door flew open and Jacob stormed into the room. "We've a problem," he managed to say though he was gasping for air. He must've run very fast. "We lost his trail."

It was dead silent in the house. Only the swoosh sound from the TV could be heard.

Pew... I finally managed to get serious again... XDD and Aurora is about to come to an end, too ^^ hmm... should I be happy or sad? O.o

-Mulan-