Blast from the Past
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Part Thirty Four-Quil
Jaymie's whole body went cold, she tried to open her eyes but the lids felt too heavy to move. "Mommy," she whispered in fear; even her voice was muted.
An image appeared in her mind and her heart rate began to increase in tempo. As young as she was, Jaymie knew exactly what this meant. "J..." she whimpered, she dug her fingers into the mattress gathering up handfuls of her sheet in her fingers. "Help me."
A loud pounding began in her ears, and even though she did her best to will the images away, they enlarged until she was sucked into the vortex. She found herself standing on the edge of a dance floor; it was the loud beat of the music that was pounding in her ears. Strobe lights made her eyes hurt as they flashed across the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Jaymie shrank back, trying to make her body as small as possible so she wouldn't be noticed. She managed to crawl under an empty table and she peered out fearfully at the crowd.
A voice she recognised made her turn her head in that direction and she caught sight of one of her daddy's friends, Quil. He was dancing with a blonde female and laughing loudly. Jaymie crawled under the tables so that she could get closer to him, the wood scratched at her knees as she pulled herself along. Some innate instinct told her to reach Quil. The blonde leaned into him and whispered something in his ear making Quil grin widely. He winked at the female and took her hand, leading her through the throng of dancers and straight toward where Jaymie was hiding.
They stopped directly in front of the table and Jaymie looked up at them from under her long lashes. As they were so close she could hear every word.
"So where's this private room you're talking about, Mandy?" Quil asked the blonde female, running his hand down her arm.
"Amanda. I hate the short version of my name." The female said petulantly.
Quil just smirked at her. "Sorry, Amanda Walker," he enunciated her name playfully.
Amanda ran her nails down his chest and Quil pulled her in for a heated kiss. Jaymie lowered her eyes and hid behind her hair until the kiss ended. "Well you sure know how to kiss," Amanda purred. "Before we go to that room I mentioned there's someone I'd like you to meet. You may know him actually, he says you've met before."
Quil sighed irritably. "Look darlin' I came out with you tonight for a bit of fun. You promised me that. I'm not interested in meeting any of your old conquests."
"Oh he is not one of my conquests," Amanda said slyly. "Not yet anyway." She looked behind Quil's shoulder and arched one of her over plucked eyebrows. "Here he comes now."
Jaymie saw a strange expression cross Quil's face as he spun around quickly, facing the approaching male. She felt her heart rate increase as fear seeped through her body. She curled up into a ball as she recognised the male figure, his golden eyes and pale skin, which looked sickly under the strobe lights, a big give away.
"We meet again, Quil Ateara," The male figure gave Quil a crooked smile.
Jaymie finally found her voice; her eyes flared open and she screamed.
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Bella and Jacob burst into J's room as soon as they heard his screams. Jacob switched the light on and the small bedroom was flooded with light. J was sitting bolt upright, his sheets tangled around his small body. His skin was pale and his brown eyes looked huge as he stared around the room fretfully.
"Oh my baby boy, what's wrong?" Bella cooed, kneeling by his bed and gathering his trembling body in her arms.
J clung to her and started to cry. Jacob sat on the edge of the bed and put his arms around both of them, his warm presence was comforting. "Hey little man, did you have a bad dream?"
J shook his head. "Jaymie, scared of bad man." He babbled.
Bella turned her head to glance at Jacob. They both felt a shiver run down their spines. "Bad man? Who do you mean?" She asked him gently, trying to keep the tremor out of her own voice.
J's lower lip trembled as he wiped at his eyes. "Quilt with bad man. Jaymie saw. I saw cos Jaymie show me."
As he spoke the words the phone began to ring.
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Embry was pulled from his sleep as someone pounded on the front door, he glanced sideways at Alice, who seemed to be in a trance. Her golden eyes were faraway. She hadn't reacted at all to the loud noise. Jared was supposed to have been taking his turn at keeping watch over Alice, but he had begged Embry to cover his shift as Kim wasn't well and needed him. Embry knew it was just an excuse, the others found it wearing to be in the little pixie's company for too long. The knocking on the door got louder.
"Who the fuck is it?" Embry grouched. "Care to share? Are you having a vision?" He waved his hand in front of Alice's face but she didn't even blink. "Great," he muttered.
Striding angrily down the hallway he stopped just behind the door. "Who is it?" He demanded.
"It's Quil, open up," Embry rolled his eyes. So he had finally shown up had he? He yanked the door open and recoiled as Quil shoved past him. He reeked of stale beer and some sort of cloying perfume.
"Where the hell have you been, dude? Hanging out in a brothel?" Embry pretended to gag.
"Where is she then?" Quil asked, his voice sounded hoarse. Embry peered at him more closely. Quil's eyes looked lifeless.
"Where's who?" Embry asked, edging away from Quil. His eyes flicked to the living room where Alice was still perched on the couch, legs crossed and staring sightlessly ahead of her.
"The pixie," Quil shuffled forward, his arms and legs swinging like an automaton. Not his usual gait at all. Embry got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"What do you want with Alice?" Embry put his hand on Quil's chest to stop him.
Quil turned his lifeless eyes onto him. "I've had orders to collect her. Move aside." He said tonelessly as he tried to push past Embry.
"From who?" Embry demanded, not moving an inch.
"Jacob, now get out of my way," Quil seemed to have a sudden burst of adrenaline; he shoved hard against Embry making him stagger back. Quickly slipping past him, Quil headed straight for Alice, his muscular arms outstretched ready to grab her.
"No," Embry sprinted after him and barrelled into him, knocking him clean off his feet. The two of them landed with a crash on the floor and it jolted Alice out of her trance.
She leapt to her feet gracefully and landed next to them; bending down she caught hold of Quil's arm as he was just about to punch Embry and dragged him away. It shocked Embry to see such a petite girl able to easily haul a six foot something shape shifter as if he weighed nothing. He scrambled to his feet and helped Alice to pin a flailing Quil to the ground.
"What the fuck are you playing at Quil?" Embry yelled in his face. Quil just growled fiercely and struggled vainly against their hold. The pupils of his eyes were dark and he thrashed his head from side to side.
"I think he's being controlled," Alice finally spoke. She placed her cold hands either side of Quil's head to keep it still. He continued to growl and his eyes started to roll in the back of his head.
Embry started to panic. "What do we do? He's starting to have some sort of fit?"
Alice gave him a sympathetic look. "Do you trust me?" She asked Embry.
"What are you asking me that for?" He yelled at her.
"I can help him, but you need to trust me. Your friend is fighting against the mind control but if he carries on doing so it could kill him." She warned.
"How can you help him?" Embry pleaded with her.
"I can shut his mind down like I did to Jaymie. It will break the connection and will free him. It will knock him out though for a while. So I ask you again, do you trust me?" She stared at him sadly, her golden eyes not leaving his for a moment.
Embry just nodded as Quil began to moan in pain. "Do it," he commanded.
Alice forced Quil's head around so that he had to look into her eyes. She leaned over him and seemed to be communicating with him wordlessly. His eyes flared open and the pupils dilated as his body gave one last vicious jerk and became still. Embry quickly dropped his head to Quil's chest and listened frantically for his heartbeat. The strong beat made him sigh with relief.
"Thank you," he said sincerely to Alice. She gave him a small smile and retreated back to the couch.
"Your friends will be here soon." She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes.
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Bella held J in her arms as Jacob drove his truck toward Forks. Sam was following behind them. Leah's face was a mask of worry as she sat in the back, cradling a hysterical Jaymie in her arms. The young girl had not stopped sobbing since she had woken from her nightmare vision. She had managed to tell Leah and Sam about the scene she had witnessed between Quil and the blonde woman. When they heard her description of the bad man it had made their hearts constrict with fear.
Sam had contacted Jacob at once and he in turn told him that J had seen everything through their shared connection. It had been Bella who decided that it was time for them to see Alice. With Amy now gone from their lives she could think of no other person who could give them some much needed insight into Jaymie's suffering. Leah had been resistant at first, but seeing her daughter so distraught and worry over what had happened to Quil, forced the issue. So they piled into their trucks and headed for the Swan house.
As the headlights of Jacob's truck flashed over the driveway to the house as he pulled in they were surprised to see Quil sitting on the steps, his head in his hands. Sam parked his truck behind Jacob's and they all piled out. Quil raised his head and looked at his pack brothers; a guilty expression on his face.
"I've been an idiot," he told Jacob.
Jacob couldn't bring himself to feel sorry for Quil, he was still too angry. "Where's Em?" He asked instead, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Inside with the little pi...with Alice." He turned his head to glance back at the house. "She saved my ass man. I thought I was going to die."
Jacob ushered Bella, Leah and the two children into the house. He didn't want them hearing any of this, poor Jaymie was traumatised enough. Sam followed them in, he gave Quil a dark look as he passed.
When the door closed behind them, Jacob began to interrogate Quil. "What happened?" He snapped.
Quil hung his head again, not able to meet Jacob's angry glare. "I hooked up with that Amanda chick." He admitted.
"Amanda Walker? That skank, why?" Jacob felt disgusted. "You know how much grief she's caused me. Why go near her?"
"Because I was pissed off and lonely alright. I wanted some company and she was just there. We went to a club and it was fun at first, but then I began to feel a bit strange," Quil winced. "It was like there was someone else in my head man, controlling my every thought and action. I can't remember clearly what happened after that. I just recall incredible pain and waking up on the floor of the Swan house."
Jacob had heard enough. "Go home, Quil." He said coldly.
Quil glanced up at Jacob in despair. "I'm sorry, Jake. I never meant to..."
"I said go home," Jacob yelled at him. "I can't deal with your shit right now."
Quil rose unsteadily onto his feet. He opened his mouth as if to speak again, but another glare from Jacob made him think better of it. He loped away toward the trees casting one remorseful glance at Jacob before disappearing into the tree cover. Jacob ran a hand through his short hair in agitation as he tried to calm himself down. Quil's reckless actions could have been catastrophic. He pictured J and Jaymie's frightened faces in his head and his jaw clenched. Even though he and Quil had been friends since childhood he knew that his friend had some serious growing up to do. He was no longer a sixteen year old teenager but a fully grown man.
The front door opened and Embry emerged. "Where's Quil?" He asked.
"I sent him home," Jacob muttered. "I wasn't sure that I could keep my temper. He needs to grow up. He can't keep pulling this type of crap anymore."
Embry just shrugged. "I haven't been able to get through to him for a while. When Paul was in charge he tried his best to keep Quil in line, but he never takes anything seriously. Maybe what happened tonight will be the kick up the ass he needs to change."
Jacob looked doubtful. "How about you? Are you alright? I'm sorry I've left you to take on most of the guard duty."
"You've got a family, Jake. All I have at home is a drunken mother who can barely string two words together," he replied bluntly.
Jacob grimaced. "I wish I could make things better. I feel so useless right now."
Embry didn't know what to say to that. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Bella is talking to Alice. Maybe she can help little Jaymie." He said changing the subject.
Jacob studied Embry; his friend kept shooting glances back to the house as if he was desperate to get back inside. "What do you think of Alice? Do you trust her?" He asked him.
"Why are you asking me?" Embry avoided meeting Jacob's eyes.
"Because out of everyone besides Bells, I trust your judgement the most," Jacob said simply.
Embry raised his head and finally looked right at Jacob. "She saved Quil's ass; she didn't have to. Yes, if you want my opinion, I think we can trust her."
Jacob gave him a tired smile. "That's all I needed to hear. Come on let's go back inside and see what she has to say."
Embry returned his smile and swiftly turned around, leading the way back inside the house.
A/N-Yay, I managed to finish editing this chapter like I promised. Thanks for reading!