Children of the Moon Chapter 39

AN: Meyer owns Twilight

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So here, as a treat, a miserable Seth, because why not?

And no, this story is not over, not even close. I've estimated about 80 chaps in total, probably more, I dunno.

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Guest: I was so so so tempted to write it, but it would be a horrible, horrible sin to commit in my beautiful, pure-ish story.

Okay, question time! Which of these characters are a) looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll b) Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you c) looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll d) looks like they could kill you and actually can

Alex, Seth, Ren and Jake!

Song: Youth by Daughter (YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG I SWEAR TO GOD, THIS IS NEEDED TO BE IN THE RIGHT MOOD FOR THIS CHAP ALRIGHT?! IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAMN SONG SO LISTEN TO IT YOU GODDAMNED READERS!)

Seth P.O.V.

She left.

The thought needed sometime to sink in, but when it did he dropped everything in his hands and made a run for the front door. So part of him felt relief when the glass vial didn't break, simply rolling across the floor and under the bed. The rest of him didn't care.

There was a hole, a big gaping hole in his chest, and he needed to run before anyone saw. The hole grew bigger and bigger, and he was pretty sure that when it stopped growing, there wouldn't be any Seth left. Maybe not being anything would hurt less? Seth didn't know.

What Seth did know though, was that the walls were closing in on him, and he needed to get out of this house, filled with Alex-ness and sweeter memories than one would think could be created within less than two weeks. It was suffocating him and he needed air. So badly.

He barely had the decency to close the front door after him. The same part of his brain that registered the vials unbrokenness, also registered the lack of a car in the driveway. There should have been a blue Mini. The detached part of his brain wondered how he'd missed it. How do you miss something so Alex? Seth didn't know.

He rushed over the lawn, headed for the safety of the trees. He'd phase, and then he'd run. Where to? He didn't care. How long? Couldn't give three damn shits.

And when he hit the tree line, thats what he did.

In an explosion of shredding clothes, sandy fur and rust colored skin, a wolf emerged. The wolf had phased in mid-air, landing on all fur and taking to a sprint without any pause. He ran, trying to ignore the warring parts within him, but with every thought slipping loose of his makeshift hold, the hole in his chest grew bigger.

He couldn't breathe, his vision was blurring and his muscles were burning, but he pushed on. Forwards was the only way to go.

'Seth? What's u- oh man. Did Alex..?' The voice shocked him for a moment, but then Seth regained his bearings and remembered that everyone in the pack could hear his thoughts. Seth considered simply ignoring him and running on, but Quil hadn't done anything to deserve his silence. All the turmoil, the anger, betrayal and denial ebbed out of him, and he came to a halt, his body heavier than ever.

'Yeah,' He sighed, both out loud and in his thoughts, the sound a defeated thing 'Yeah, she left.'

He felt so goddamned powerless, and so tired and beaten and guilty and inferior.

And he felt apathetic.

How was it possible to feel so many things, but still feel so goddamn empty.

She left. Simple as that. It should be as simple as that.

But it wasn't, not at all.

'Seth,... I'm so sorry,' Leah's soft voice spoke into his mind. She didn't need to say anything else, so she didn't. Seth took a few heavy steps, before choosing some random tree trunk and dropping to the ground in exhaustion. He rear was halfway into a bed of ferns, and above him dozen of leaves stretched towards the gray sky. There were trees all around him, and he felt alone and hidden away. But just as he thought of his loneliness, a lone white wolf broke through the nearest cluster of trees, making a bee line towards him.

'Hey bro,'

'Hi,' Leah soundlessly padded towards him, laid down by his side, pushed her nose against his, before dropping her head and staying silent. And then the two siblings laid side by side until night and day came and went.

When the wolves rose once again, dusk was falling, and what had been an unnaturally sunny day faded in a crescendo of pinks, oranges and golds.

Seth was sure Alex would've loved it.

…

Seth knew it was a bad idea, even before he pulled up to her frontdoor he could feel the anxiety building up in him. He sat in his old camaro for a few minutes, fidgeting and procrastinating. He couldn't seem to lift his gaze and look at the empty victorian style house infront of him. It was a living testament to the fact that Alex was really gone. That she'd abandoned him.

He stepped out of the car, and closed the door just a little to harshly. Seth flinched at the sound of metal meeting metal, before walking up to the house. Dread and trepidation seeped in under his skin, and he felt colder than he had in years.

But he needed it. He needed that last piece of her.

Seth needed that note.

The house had that same depressed feeling to it when Charlie Swan had died, as if it was mourning the loss of it's owner. As if it too knew that she'd never be back.

Alex was a flighty being, flighty like a wild animal. Ready to run at anytime, leaving everything she can't carry behind. She'd left the house, just like she left him. Their chance at happiness had been nothing if not fickle.

The dark september night sky felt so suffocating, like the vast emptiness would drop down on his shoulders and crush him. He felt so incredibly lonely in the light of the waxing crescent moon, so incredibly small.

Was Alex looking up at the same night sky? Was she close, or far away? Would he ever see her again?

After what felt like hours, he took the first jerky step into Alex' home, each tread void of sound. Seth feared that he made just the smallest noise, the house would come crumbling down upon him. Was this the same place he'd laughed, smiled and played in with his imprint less than a week ago? It didn't seem possible.

Across the hall and up the stairs he went, every step as careful as the last, until he came upon the slightly ajar door of Alex' bedroom. As softly as possible he pushed the door open, and with a deep breath, he stepped inside.

The room seemed as empty as the rest of the house. There were none of Alex lazy piles of used clothes, not one of the few worn books she loved so much, not one of the small trinkets and figures that had stood on the oak vanity and in the bookshelf. Only the undone bed was a sign of the pervious life this room had had.

Seth moved across the floor, his eyes only on the little paper note infront of him. He bent down and picked it up, holding it in his hand, simply looking at it. A slight rustling sound moved his gaze upward to the double windows on the far wall. They were both open, and the wind was playing with the green curtains, tossing them up and dropping them.

But Seth didn't notice that, because his eyes were glued to the dark haired girl sitting in the windowsill, gaze turned upwards and away, locked on the sight of the crescent moon.

Shock filled him, bathed him in numbness. It took all his might to stutter out one word.

"A-Alex?" He breathed.

The girl turned to look at him, her dark eyes filled with sadness, her cheeks wet with tears, her scarred face soft, and the faintest, smallest, little ghost of a smile playing in the corners of her lips.

"Hi Seth,"

I told ya she wouldn't be gone long. SURPRISE! Yeah. Don't hate me. Heh, he...

-IatST