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Claire's point of view
I lay awake in the tiny pink bed; the pains that stabbed through my chest had awoken me a little after 3am. I had felt uneasy since Quil dropped me home but as I slept the screaming started again and my body raged in aches that quickly became unbearable.
The screaming was calmer, less frantic than it had been my whole life but still there, stirring me to tears as I begged to be given the relief I had become accustomed to recently. But it wasn't there; I was alone and in pain. I reached into the bedside drawer of the pink bedroom and pulled out my painkillers, swallowing two without water in a desperate attempt to calm the angry bouts of rips that engulfed my heart.
This was getting ridiculous. My body had become used to feeling normal so this sudden eruption was killing me, and it was taking all my energy to keep my scream in.
A new howl let up outside, echoing around the night sky, it had been happening all night, different howls, at one point I heard Quil but that was right after he dropped me off, he hadn't howled since.
And at that thought my whole body seized up, the pain erupting in deeper rage. Lashing at every inch of my sleepy self, every muscle bolted as they rejected the pain that was hitting them, my body turned over desperately trying to find even the smallest of release from the merciless pain. It had never hit me this badly, my brain melted into overtime, this is how I imagined dying, unsurvivable pain that showed no mercy.
My stomach lurched violently, bile rising through me as the thought of my death twisted me around in the most unnatural position. I jerked myself from the bed with so much force I went collapsing to the floor with a loud thud. My glass of water went smashing beside me and I reached out to steady myself. The smash made me wince, the wince made another roll of nausea fly through me. Bringing me once again to my feet.
I flew through the bathroom door, it had felt like I had ran miles just to get here, gripping the edges of the toilet with such force my knuckles turned a pasty white I lurched again, but nothing came out, just a painful cough that tore at my throat. I had once become used to this feeling, the dry retching, my eating disorder had done this to me on so many occasions it had become a daily occurrence. But I hadn't done it in over a year, the pain was fresher than any memory I had of it, worse than I thought it had been.
My stomach churned again, lurching with another dry cough that made me want to cry out, nothing came up but my mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood, but there was no blood there. I turned, trying to get to the sink but my body felt like it was ripping in two. Every bit of it being forced apart as I clutched at the sink, I couldn't stand up, I couldn't feel my legs properly, the pain was coming from my chest but my legs weren't moving. A distraught sob broke through my panting, louder than I had ever sobbed, I felt like my heart was breaking in two, literally, like the reason I was here was being torn from me. I slammed myself up, but my legs gave out and I fell again, this time unable to hold in the scream of pain I had choked on earlier. I cried out, desperate for relief but all that came was fresh sobs and fresh pain. Oh god, Quil, he's hurt I could feel it, I knew it, he was hurt.
"Claire?" Emily's soft voice called out, the door flew open, her small body dresses in shorts and one of Sam's tops flew through. Her eyes frantically wide as she took me in, crying on the bathroom floor like a mad woman.
"What's happened?" She collapsed next to me, placing me up against the wall so I was sat up, the pain ripped out again, sending a new wave of tears down my face.
"I can't, I can't, it hurts it hurts Emily stop it please make it stop" I twisted, my cold body begging for release.
"Oh god, let me call someone" She flew up, running from the room as I clutched at myself, trying to hug the pain away.
My lips silently moved Quil's name, as if begging for him to be ok, but my heart was tugging telling me he wasn't, he was hurt too and the idea of that made it all so much worse.
"Nessie, sorry, it's Claire, something's wrong she's crying and screaming, is Carlisle there? Get him here now" I looked up at my aunt, tears were staining her cheeks and dripping to her top as she paced around the hallway, Bobby had started whining from somewhere but she didn't go to him, she dropped the phone to the floor and came back to me, holding me close to her as I cried through the pain. I would wake the kids up, the twins, I tried biting back the cries but it was no use.
"It's ok, Carlisle's on his way" She cooed, smoothing my hair from my face. Where was Sam? Bobby was screaming now, the twins shouting for their parents but Emily just sat with me, ignoring them as I writhed in pain. It was burning, my neck was burning, as if fiery liquid was being poured down my throat, an acid that burnt at me.
"Can you make it downstairs?" Emily asked, looking at me as I tried moving from her hold. I kicked out with my legs, they had started working again, painfully but they worked. I nodded, I would try.
"I have you, just lean on me ok?" She stood up, pulling me up to her, the pain that seared me was harrowing, it felt like the end, but not the end people talked about, peaceful in your sleep, but as if I was being murdered by myself.
"Ahh" I groaned as she pulled me to the stairs, my feet stumbling, everything felt like it was breaking, the pain so fresh yet so strange. I took notice, it was pain, from every inch of my body but it felt distant, as if I was feeling it for someone. Like when someone hits there head so hard you feel a tinge of pain for them.
We had made it half way down when I felt myself fading, the room around me blacking out, Emily's voice telling me to hold on to her was dying out, and I couldn't feel her skin on mine. I felt myself fall, someone screamed my name and a flash of pain shot through me before everything went black, I succumbed to the darkness, the peacefulness of it.
Quil's point of view
"Dude there's something out here I am telling you"
Jacob's voice erupted in my head, we had lost it, I had phased in just as the vampire managed to slam Brady into a tree, breaking his leg for a minute we thought Brady had died because we couldn't hear his thoughts but he piped back up and in our sudden lapse we had lost the leech. Brady had been taken to Jakes house where Nessie and Carlisle were treating him.
"I know, I smell him but I can't find him, sneaky bastard" I had just ran patrol there, there was nothing.
"Its playing with us"
I couldn't smell anything or hear anything, it was a nightmare. I just wanted to get back to Claire she was probably freaking out. I just ran from her with no explanation.
"Well sorry but you need to come here" Jacob snapped at me, I groaned, she would be so pissed at me for this, I ruined the date.
"And if you don't leave I'll be pissed, get your ass here" He snapped again, I could feel his anger.
Resentfully I pushed myself into the woods more, further away from Claire. My feet tried to turn around but I forced them onwards, I couldn't be selfish, if my pack brother needed me I would go.
As I got closer to him I smelt it, leech. Not Carlisle, a new one. The smell was fresh, close by.
"Told you he was over near me" Jacob sneered at me, cocky that he had been right.
"Oh shut up" I snapped back, he blew a thought raspberry at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Collin was right, silent Quil was way more fun, you're mean" He didn't mean it but I growled all the same. I wasn't in the mood for petty play fights.
The smell got fresher as I trotted further in, as if I was right on top of it. Putting my head to the ground I sniffed, it was fresh. Too fresh. Jacob needed to get to me. Fast.
Before I had a chance to send out a call something hard collided with my body, searing pain through me as I was slammed into a tree. The smell of leech over powered me as I tried scrambling up, the hard body never let me go though, I couldn't move.
I yelped, my brain working frantic overtime trying to call for Jacob.
"Hold on Quil I'm coming" He yelled at me, I could see him as he flashed me images of his whereabouts, it didn't help, it was just trees, he could be anywhere.
I snarled, turning my head to bite at the intruder who was crushing my ribs. The pain cracking me like a whip as I fought against his grip.
"What's wrong wolf, no one to help you?" He sneered, planting a punch into my chest before flying off me. I turned, fumbling to my feet, he was a typical vampire, pale, red eyes, black hair and creepy leather clothes. Although, I hadn't fought one for a while. Not since I had gone on a vampire killing spree after Claire left, it lasted for 5 months before Sam ordered me to stop. I hadn't fought one since.
He smirked at me, aware of my weakness that had taken over my body. Leaping toward me I tried to do something, but I couldn't, my bites didn't do shit to him, but his hits were breaking my bones, my ribs cracked I could feel them, puncturing into my organs. No.
"Jake!" I yelled, my wolf letting out a pathetic yelp for help.
"Oh shit" Jake mumbled, he wasn't close enough. A desperate howl let up, calling for the others as he pounded toward me.
"Think of Claire Quil, you can't get hurt, she needs you to keep her strong" Jake spoke calmly, trying to urge me to fight back.
It worked; Claire's vulnerable face flashed my memories as the vampire broke another rib.
I flipped around, my jaws clamping around the vampires arm, ripping hard at him stopping his hits. My whole body was jolting from pain, my broken ribs puncturing fresh wounds into my lungs, my breathing was heavier, I couldn't breathe properly. No. I had to. I snapped at him again, catching the side of his face ripping a chunk away. My sharp claws caught his arm, ripping a deep gash into his icy skin. He wouldn't kill me. Not today.
A bark to my right caught my attention; Collin was pounding toward me, his smaller wolf angrily glaring at the vampire who had finally backed off me. I limped backwards, falling under the pain that ripped at my chest, my broken ribs cracking with each movement I made.
"QUIL!" Collin yelled, he glanced at me for a second, a second too long; the vampire lunged at him, flinging him effortlessly into a tree where he fell into an unconscious heap.
"Too easy" The vampire smirked as he turned back to me, I limped backwards, I couldn't fight, I could hardly breathe or move. I needed someone. I felt sick, the pain from my punctured lungs causing me to lurch violently.
The vampire crept closer toward me, each movement was a cocky one, he was winning and he knew it. And if the others didn't show up soon, he would win completely.
I snarled at him, snapping yet again but it didn't stop him. My body was weak, I had only just started rebuilding myself, I wasn't ready for this. He lunged, I tried to lunge back but my ribs stopped me, sending me to a heap on the floor that the vampire landed on, his legs closed tightly around my bottom half, squeezing with such ferocity my hip snapped, the crack echoing like a gunshot around the silent night. Pain tore through me, I had never felt anything like it, it was as if my pain was being doubled, my legs stopped kicking out, paralysed from the break. The vampire was close to my neck, I snapped and snapped at him but my body was frozen, my broken bones stopping my attempts to get away.
The searing burn of his teeth piercing my skin sent a loud scream through me that echoed out as a howl. I had never felt worse pain, the burn was like acid had been poured down my throat, he had only pierced my skin but it hurt like he had ripped my throat out. I was blacking out. My body fell limp, I couldn't put up a fight any longer. An eruption of growls halted the vampire, lifting his head from my broken body he turned, letting out a frightened cry as barks and growls flew over me, the weight of his body gone replaced by emptiness. Rips and snarls echoed from around me, wolves flew past me in all directions and the sweet smell of burning flesh hit me, they had killed him.
But my body was weakening; I could barely feel the nudging of my brothers as they checked me. The pain in my heart overpowered the pain anywhere else. Claire. She was hurt. And I could do nothing for her. The whistle of the wind grew louder, turning to screams as my world went dark. The darkness filled with the desperate screams of the little girl I had failed to protect 16 years ago, but they turned to the screams of the girl I had failed to get to tonight, I once again hadn't fought hard enough. My pack brothers shouts echoed in my head, desperate howls let up into the sky and there were cries of my name. And with that, everything fell silent.
Sorrryyyy, I wanted to write more but I ran out of time and I didn't want to miss another update because my updates have been pretty poo recently, and so I ended it on yet another cliffy because I know how much you all love them.
I promise the next one will be up tomorrow night though and it will be longer than this pathetically short one!
Forgive me! And review, lots of reviews? :D
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