Children of the Moon Chapter 30

AN: Meyer owns twilight

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Chapter 30! OMG! YAYAYAYYAYAYYAYAYAYAYY! I mean, thirty freaking chapters! This was how long I ACTUALLY planned to make this story. We're not even halfways, I'm starting to realize that this story will be like, eighty chapters. Jeez, stick with me, will ya?

I've edited chap 2, so now that's perf! Aaaaaand I've made myself a bio, with some info on me, Children of the Moon (CotM), Alex Scott and some future projects/ideas

And I've recently thought about how I'm writing Seth, and he might be quite ooc, but he's older than the books, so I imagine him growing up a bit...

Lots of convo in this chap, tell me if that's good or boring in a review!

Song: You've got the love by Florence and the machine (Doesn't fit the best, but meh,)

Alex P.O.V.

The way back home took longer than I cared to admit, but when I made it to the Rez, most of my small slashes had scabbed over due to my quick healing, but I still probably looked like hell. I didn't want to think about how badly I looked.

After roaming around looking for some clue as to where Seth lived, I ended up outside a shabby looking little place.

The house was painted red, a small one story building with a porch and some chairs outside. There were three windows looking out onto the street, two with faded yellow curtains and one with a pair of blue curtains, drawn shut. The light was on in one of the yellow curtain windows, and I wondered if it was Seth, waiting up for me.

Hm. The time was somewhere past one pm, and I couldn't really imagine him staying awake for that long. The light was probably just something they had forgotten, or always left on.

I made my way up the porch, straightening my hair and brushing my clothes. I really hoped Seth wouldn't notice. Right now I just wanted to sleep for a couple of years. I knocked three times on the door, took a step back, and shifted nervously on my feet. When the door didn't open, I imagined they were probably all asleep, and a bit disappointed I turned around.

I was about to take the first step down and off the porch, when I heard the sound of shuffling feet. The door opened to reveal an older looking woman, somewhere in her fifties, in a plushy blue bathrobe and flippers. She looked a lot like Seth, and I realized this must be his mother. Her hair was black and unbrushed, and she looked fresh out of bed. Which she probably was.

"Hello- Alex?!" The woman seemed a lot more awake now, her gaze flying over me.

"Um, hi, do I know you? I was looking for Seth, but this is probably the wrong place. I-I should go, sorry for waking you,"

"No, no, Seth's right inside, come on in. I'm Sue," Sue looked even closer at me, her face furrowing "God, what happened to you? You look like a freight train ran over you," I followed after her, wincing "That bad huh? Could you get me an icebag? My shoulder got ripped out of it's socket, and it's not feeling quite right yet." Sue gave me a slightly shocked look, before turning and walking into what I guessed was a kitchen.

"Seth! Alex's here!" After a few moments, Seth came stumbling out the door, his face sleepy, but when his eyes met mine, they widened, and he came rushing at me. "Alex! Are you okay?!" He hugged me, and I tried to hide the wince when he pressured my shoulder. His worried brown met my slightly annoyed blues. I really didn't like being coddled. "I'm fine!" I insisted, swatting his hand away with my good one. "It's nothing big, just misjudged a couple of things," Like the strength of a very annoying vampire. Seth didn't look convinced. When Sue came out and gave me an ice bag and a piece of wet cloth, he got even more worried.

"Alex, where have you been? What happened?"

"I just had to blow of some steam," I said, nonchalantly, pressing the icebag to my shoulder with my bad arm, and using the good one to wash of some blood and dirt.

"You smell like vampire,"

"Oh, do I?" I said innocently, before gingerly smelling the hem of my shirt, my nose wrinkling at the stench. Yup, I was reeking vampire. Ugh.

"Yeah, like really bad,"

"It must be some leftover from my stay at the Collins," I shrugged, hoping he would drop the conversation soon.

"Cullens, and no, they smell differently,"

"Oh, and you've memorized their smell?"

He gave me an annoyed look, and I sighed, giving in.

"Fine, I went out hunting. Jeez, what are you, my mother?"

"Hunting?"

"Yup, helps me stress down,"

"Hunting...what?"

"Vampires, of course," I stated in a matter-of-factly voice

"Vampires!? Hunting vampires?! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!" For a moment, I just stared at him disbelievingly, before breaking down in an almost hysterical laughter, "You-think-I-can't-I can't-beat-a-a-measly-little-vam-PIRE?!" I gasped between laughs. Moon, this was far too hilarious, and Seth's frustrated face and Sues's worried one did not help. "It's my job. No, no it's my life. I was born to do this, trained from a toddler. I'm the best warrior on this moondamned continent! I have more petals on my lotus Ruba than any other werewolves my age! And you think I can't beat one lousy vampire? I'm not a china doll, but gee, thanks for the confidence in my abilites! I've worked my hole life, let me tell you!"

And all Seth could say was a slightly dumbfounded "Moondamned?" Which started a whole new discussion, which started another, until they both fell asleep in Seth's bed, hours later.

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-IatST