Lycaon Dusk

Epilogue

"No, no, no, hell to the fuck no: am I wearing that ghastly thing!" I exclaimed at Cassandra who held her present that I refused to open or wear since my birthday.

Cassandra stood in front of the closet and dresser, blocking entrance to all my clothes. We stood in my room, Yvaine on the bed giggling at the show while I stood center of the room wrapped in a towel after taking a shower. It New Year's Day, last night was a small party at La Push and Jacob asked me on an official date to celebrate the coming year. Although it was three days since the Ordeal didn't stopped everybody worshiping their tails. It was a time to celebrate. However, Yvaine being a terrible person on clothes decided to call the second most evil woman in fashion. Cassandra.

Sure I can trust Cassandra with hair and makeup but not my wardrobe. But no, once I return from my shower, Cassandra had all my underwear and gym bras in a trash bin holding a lighter. It was a hostage situation, my nice cotton briefs were in danger to this mad woman. I mean, what so important about the material of under garment? They were created for support that's it! So why does Cassandra make it such a big deal? Also if she thinks dirty minded then she'll have to think again. My V-card is staying with me until a ring is on my finger or the insecurity passes.

"C'mon Diana, it's not that bad. Heck I'm wearing it." Cassandra said about to raise her shirt to show her bra but I stopped her.

"What's so important what I wear underneath?" I asked. "It's just a dinner and movie date at Port Angeles. Not some honeymoon!"

"Wearing these will make you feel sexy," Cassandra explained simply. "You're eighteen, time to upgrade from PINK and into Victoria on the secret. Also you're not wearing pants tonight."

"Hell yeah I am, it's gonna rain tonight."

"Oh, I sure wish I had a camera," Yvaine snickered munching on some popcorn.

I glared at my cousin to shut up. Today I was planning on wearing skinny jeans, boots, nice top, and leather jacket. Except what lied on the bed was the complete opposite for there was a winter white Pointelle sweater dress that flares at the bottom, printed tights and beige boots.

"This isn't a big apple date!" I growled. "Also, Jake likes how I dress."

"Who is an expert on dating," Cassandra challenged.

I snorted, "I dated other guys before and Nick is your first. So step aside or I'll do something you'll regret."

"Yeah right," Cassandra laughed.

We argued for ten more minutes till I gave up grabbing the Victoria Secrets gift bag and walked into the bathroom to put on the undergarment. It was a white lace push-up bra and bikini bottom. Once putting those on, I stared at myself in the mirror feeling insecure wearing them. Though cute and sexy they appear on any girl, the scars make them a waste of material. I was okay to be in less clothing when it comes to the spell bound clothes for full moon, but not this. I hated my scares. I hate both surgical and savage raggedy lines on my stomach.

Taking a deep breath, I put on the bathrobe and returned to my room so Cassandra and Yvaine could do my makeup. All the straitening, curling, and volume added to a point my hair was full of life. Make up was fair, nothing crazy or glamour's. When I changed into the outfit, a honk outside the window made me feel salvation. We girls ran up to the window to see Jacob leaning against his rabbit wearing all black including his leather jacket.

"Drat, and I thought he'll take his bike." Cassandra muttered.

"I don't think Diana cares on the vehicle, Cass," Yvaine announced pointing at me.

I had a huge smile on my face, glad to see Jacob and excited for our date. Quickly grabbing my coat and purse. Saying thanks to my girls before telling Yvaine to keep Cassandra out of my closet. When door shut, I could easily hear Cassandra asked if she got any fuel to burn any hideous clothes. Yvaine chuckled saying she won't find much since Alice picked out the entire wardrobe. I snickered knowing it was completely true. Only twenty percent of the clothes were my expense the rest is all Alice.

"Wow, hello gorgeous." Jacob said with a whistle.

"Down boy, down," I teased.

Jacob smirked when I reached him, he held out a hand for me to take. I took it eagerly, when all of the sudden being pulled in for a peck on the cheek. I blushed when he pulled back, nodding his head to the window to noting the small audiences through the window. A snicker escapes and pecks him on the cheek. What a tease of a (soon-to-be) boyfriend I have. But being raised by Sarah Black, he was gentlemen enough to open the passenger door to the rabbit.

"Why thank ya kind sir." I said in a southern bell accent.

"You're welcome milady," Jacob replied with a bow before shutting the door and enter the driver side.

The ride was peaceful, listening to the radio in peaceful silences. Sometimes we would chat on random things, make stupid debate or sing along to radio. When we got to the movie theater, Jacob wrapped an arm around me and walked to the ticket booth. We decided to watch something a bit more thriller and action instead of the romantic comedy or cheesy gore.

The movie was exactly the best block buster I'd seen in ages. In just the opening a robbery took place on some secret gang. Not five minutes did Jacob being a critic pointed out some mistakes in the film. Like the position of a person hand one minute changed to another. Luckily we had super hearing and barely raised our voices to disturbed the audiences. I settled in to endure the first hour, watching massive chase scenes, FBI going buzzers, and the antagonist killing subordinates. Got to admit, I love good crime movies. Jacob had claimed an arm rest on the left side of me. His hand resting lightly, palm open, in a making the first move on a date. Last I recall he try to pull this trick, Bella rejected both Mike and Jacob during Face Punch. Man was that completely awkward. But having respect for my date, I settled my hand in his. Jacob relaxed all the tension gone as he gave a gentle squeeze. His hand felt hot, but not burning while fingers slight callous from changeling garage tools, fixing cars. I smiled noting no matter what form, Jacob was strong. So I rested my head on his shoulder taking a bite of popcorn.

If I were a guy, I would suspect I made goal on stage one. For next would be the attempted yawn, stretching his arms to wrap around my shoulder. That didn't happen until the climax of the film of the lead investigator at a standoff with the antagonist. Jacob snickered on a comment I missed and soon bang. Bad guy dead, the country saved, and the hero walks home to his love. So predicable yet the action and realism were excellent.

Once the movie was over and the hallway was crowded on the active night. It was some movie premiere of a horror film. The noises were loud of texting, popcorn popping, and the whole conversation that it became to noise.

"C'mon, let's get some fresh air," Jacob said taking my hand and leading out the door to who knows where.

"Whatdya think of the movie?" I asked.

"Better than Face Punch that's for sure. Got the blood squirting properly instead of twenty feet." He replied with a laugh.

"Also the dialoged was good. I couldn't take another, 'Put the gun down or I'll shoot your fucking head off.'" I chuckled using a terrible masculine voice. Jacob agreed to that.

"Couldn't agree more, Dia." Jacob said walking us to La Bella Italia.

"La Bella-"

"Italia!" Jacob finished using a terrible Italian accent. I raised a brow to which he chuckled. "What, Leah suggested it. Otherwise we would be eating a McDonalds."

"Italian food or a quarter pounder, so difficult to choose?" I murmured thinking hard on the thought.

"Hah, hah, hah, come on, I'm starving." Jacob said leading inside the restaurant.

"You're always hungry!" I replied back with a laugh.

"I'm a growing man," Jacob defended.

"More like boy if you protest like that." I pointed out flicking the tip of his nose.

Jacob rubbed his offended nose while I asked the host for a table for two. She gawks at Jacob, practically drooling when I coughed hard for her attention. She blinked glaring at me more a second afterwards lead us to a table. Jacob snickered when we took our seat in a booth.

"What," I asked.

"Somebody's jealous." He snickered.

"Excuse, she was eyeing you like a piece of meat." I replied opening the menu.

Hot hands took mine giving a reassuring squeeze. I looked up to stare at Jacobs dark eyes along with that smile. My smile. The smile that was close to a grin after having a good day or hearing something funny.

"You look pretty today," Jacob said. I blushed praying this doesn't increase his ego. Oh wait; knowing Jacob it does as his smile bigger. "But I find you beautiful without the makeup."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it covers this spot," he said leaning over to kiss my forehead where a lone scar hid under the foundation.

I blushed once more, which Jacob chuckled pulling back in time the waiter came over. Luckily it was a male waiter and by the ring on his finger was married so it made Jacob relaxed. We order some classics and ate dinner happily. Talking about our day, the movie and whatever.

Life was never ordinary in the rare moments we share. I find life to be interesting. Not every day will be the same charade. Not like ordinary people who wake up, go to work, eat, and then sleep. Not the usual cycle humans program themselves to be. The supernatural life was full of excitement, danger, and adrenaline. It was dangerous, lives could be lost or the truth could be painful. In the end, as long as my friends are there….I think I can survive this strange place.

Including with my Guardian wolf.

.o0o.

Hidden beneath the shadows in a small corner of a library, sounds of keyboards clinking continuously. A man in his early twenties was hacking through the state of Washington database on civilians who lived there. The computer screen reflected over his glasses impossible to see his eyes. He was determining on his research. Investigating and hunting down a certain person who gotten away a year ago. Damn the hospital sending transcripts so quickly. Once done, he pinpointed the police department station there, trying to find a specific name.

Scrolling down the 'S' until reaching the mere bottom of Swan. Swan Charlie. Clicking on the name, the screen showed all the information of Charlie Swan; Chief of Police in Forks Washington. The man smirked writing down all the information of Swans phone numbers and address. Afterwards he looked up Forks High school records, typing Swan again. The name Swan appeared five times: Stan Swan, Charlie Swan, Isabella Swan, Diana Swan-there! Clicking on Diana Swans name, the screen changed again to show a school picture of Diana Swan from junior year.

"Found you," he whispered clicking print and save the data on a flash drive. So turning off the computer, the man stood up leaving the library where an unconscious security guard lay on the ground with long scratches on his scruffy face.

The stranger smirked taking the back door where a motor cycle waited. He put on a helmet, mounting the bike, kicking the clutched. Amber and crimson eyes looked dead ahead in pursuit of his desire.

"Let the games begin."

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Alright! Lycaon Dusk is over!

Now here comes an important question, should I write a sequel? I know it took more than a year to write and I'll be busy. But what do you guys think of a short story that included the Rogue? More romances between Jacob and Diana? Action, violence, death, romance, and such? I am considering the idea but more in the M department. What do you guys think?

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Silent Wolf Singer