Children of the Moon Chapter 52

AN: Meyer owns Twilight

Here we are again! As promised, you'll all learn a few things about the Clans, and Alex' past! And I might get a sulking-Alex at the end, but let's see if she cooperates with me. I can just never wrap my head around that girl.

Sorry for the long wait, Christmas break has been busy, and then I had a trip to Finland to play bandy and ugh, I finally found the time!

Anyways, read and review folks!

K(guest): Thanks! Well, it's actually not that surprising that you're reading fanfics at 14, since I'm writing them at 14! I read the story, and it was really good, though the Old English was kinda over the top. As for the last thing, to be honest, I have no clue at all how I make my stories. No idea. I think the ghost og Alex Scott might be whispering all this in my ear at night, and I just write it out for her. It's the only reasonable answer.

Nannah: Well, sorry to say, but how Alex reacts is up to you, though your guess was impressively close to what I thought myself. But I decided to skip the retelling, since you all know the story. Anyway, thanks! I loved your review, keep the ideas coming!

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MY EDITING HAS DELETED THRICE, MY PATIENCE'S RUN OUT, SO HERE YA GO FOLKS, RAW AS THEY GET.

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Alex P.O.V.

There was an airy feel to the room, the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs hung wafting through the air, and it served as a great distraction from the other, less pleasant scents hanging in the air. Hunger was clawing at my stomach, and I kept glancing over to Esme, where she stood, cooking my breakfast. When the matriarch of the Cullen clan learned that I'd barely eaten anything but energy bars since before I got kidnapped, she made it her personal goal not let me go famished for a single moment under her roof.

A warm feeling spread in my chest, thinking about how this person I barely knew was worried about me. Hiding my blush, I looked away, surveying the white room.

The kitchen in the Cullen's house was of course just as spotless, hyper-modern and extremely expensive as the rest of the place.. Currently, I find myself sitting on a barstool by the kitchen isle. The isle counter was made of pristine white marble, and if I to guess, I'd say the rock was probably more pricey than my house and car together. Small trinkets and decorations were littered across the surface in a very interior-magazine-way, and at the center of it all, a gorgeous glass bowl filled with crisp looking green apples, shiny grapes and other delicious fruit stood.

"You really didn't have to make me breakfast, Esme."

The older woman turnedat me, spatula pointed at my face, a warm smile judging at her lips.. "Nonsense, sweetie. No-one living under my house, werewolf or not, will go uncared for." Esme gestured with the spatula. "And you look like you need a good, home cooked meal, anyway!"

"Thanks," I beamed sheepishly. It was far easier to talk with the vampires, Esme in particular, than I thought it would be. I wasn't sure if that was more worrying than not.

"No problem, sweetheart."

A sound came from behind where I was sitting, and I twisted the bar stool to see what it was. The door to the kitchen was opening, and as I watched, Em, Rosalie and Ren entered.

"Morning," I said, grinning at them all. Emmett flopped down on a bar stool beside me, returning the greeting, Rosalie gave me a warm "Good morning, wolf girl" before walking over to Esme, telling the matriarch something. Ren lingered in the doorway for just a heartbeat, and even without looking, I knew she was giving me a quizzical look. I turned, gave her a reassuring smile, and that seemed enough to reassure the halfling. She moved forward, pushing herself up onto the kitchen isle's counter. One pale hand shot out to grasp a shiny green apple from the bowl on the isle, and as I watched, Ren took a big bite out of the fruit, smiling.

"Ugh," Emmett said, scrunching up his nose. "What's that nasty smell?"

"Nasty smell? That's rich coming from you, Teddy. At least the scent of my breakfast doesn't suffocate people." I laughed, gesturing at him with my hands, eyes flitting momentarily to Ren. Her face was in the 'scrutinizing-gaze' mode, judging my every move. Rolling my eyes, I mouthed 'I'm fine' once no one else was looking. She didn't seem convinced, but luckily, she let it lay for the moment.

Luckily, At that moment, Esme placed a steaming plate of eggs, pancakes, hash browns and bacon infront of me, the smell so absolutely irresistible it distracted me from the annoyance of constantly being watched. With a cheeky grin at Emmet, I stabbed my knife into the sunny side eggs, watching in delight as the yellow yolk flowed out of it.

"And anyways, that smell-" I said, preparing the first bite, a perfect balance of egg, hash brown, bacon and pancake in one "-would be the best breakfast ever."

The first taste, oh wow, it was like nothing else I'd ever eaten. All the wonderful tastes exploded on my tongue, the seasonings and flavours a symphony, an absolute culinary masterpiece. It was pure bliss."Stars above, this is delicious Esme!" I took another mouthful, and another, and pretty soon, I'd wolfed all of it down(hehe, wolfed).

"Oh, thanks" Esme's smile faltered "sweetheart...? Are you sure you should eat so quickly?"

By then, I was already halfway through the pile of food. Once I'd swallowed down the bite in my mouth, I waved her off with an, "Oh, I'm fine" dragging the words out.

"Is that your answer to everything?" Ren said, scoffing.

"Yup!" I grinned, putting my fork down for a moment. "Anyway, I was wondering, could I borrow a car? I really need to drive by home and get a few of my things."

The silence following was so heavy you could hear a pin drop to the floor. I turned to Ren, meeting her eyes. The hybrids arms were crossed, lips pursed and eyes narrowed in the typical 'judging you'. That look, Moon, I could swear Ren wore it 90% of the time. Defiantly, I met her gaze, jutting my chin out, planning on staring the halfling down. And I might have very well managed to, if my heart was in it.

After almost a full minute, I gave in, throwing my hands up in defeat. "Fine, you stubborn goat! Can somebody drive me, then?" I gave Ren a sideway glance, silently asking if she was finally happy. My answer was a roll of the eyes and a hidden grin.

"Why do you even have to go?" Rosalie inquired, voice light and curious.

"Well," I stood, moving to open a window. The atmosphere in the kitchen was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the arrival of two more vampires, and I needed a little fresh air. There was not a single part of my being that wanted to repeat yesterday's occurrence. "I need my daggers. It's driving my insane to not have them. I don't think I've actually haven't been without them this long before, and I don't like it at all. And a few other things too, like.." I paused, horrid realization dawning like a pound of rocks dropping in my stomach. "Oh, shit, Moon, paperwork. Ugh, how could I have forgotten!? Shit, shit, shit." The others worriedly watched as I repeatedly hit my head against the wall, groaning. "Noooooooooo, Moon why? Whoever decided paperwork was a good idea, why?" I continued groaning, only pausing to say one more thing. "And I want my clothes too, desperately. But paperwork, stars above." I continued moaning about the horribleness that was paperwork, barely looking up when I heard someone enter.

"Good mo-Alex?" I turned around to see Seth standing in the doorway, looking at me with a dumbfounded expression. Which only made me groan louder.

"What's going on?" The shapeshifter asked, sliding into one of the kitchen isle chairs just as Esme placed a plate of food infront of him. "Thanks!" My brown-eyed boyfriend smiled.

"Well, Wolfie wanted to go home and get a few things when she suddenly started going off 'bout paperwork of all things?" Emmet said.

"Paperwork?" Seth asked.

"Paperwork." (AN: paperwork could be our always.) I groaned, before standing up and shaking myself, heading for the bowl of fruit on the isle. Easily, I jumped up to sit on the counter, ignoring any looks any of my constant worriers, and took a grape from the fruit. "So, weapons, clothes and-" I shuddered "paperwork. Anywaaaays, who wants to drive me."

"A, are you sure you've healed enough? Most people wouldn't be walking around, much less traveling with a busted lung."

"Guys, relax. I'm fine-" I paused at Ren's snort, giving her a dirty eye. "ish. Fine-ish. Fine-ish enough to drive-I mean, be driven-thirty minutes to my home to pick up a few things! It's not like I'm gonna collapse from all this extertion."

Emmet shot me a pointed look.

"That was one time!" I defended, accenting my words with hand gestures. "And it was the Moon's magic! Nothing was actually wrong with me!"

"'Cept love." Ren quipped. I threw a grape at her. A grape which Ren merely caught, popping it into her mouth with a cheeky grin. My answer was sticking my tongue out at her.

"Oh, grow up, Halfie! But anyway, c'mon! If no one wants to drive me, then I'll just walk there. Which is decidedly more dangerous than being driven, mind you!"

"What do you think, Seth?" Esme inquired.

"Amare! He's not my caretaker -no offense, Seth-" The boy in question merely shrugged, continuing with his breakfast. "And I'm an adult both by the normal and werewolf world-"

"How old are you, actually?" Rosalie looked at me, curious.

"Nineteen." I said, a defensive note creeping into my voice. "And as a seasoned Warrior of the Seventh Clan, I can assure you all, a car ride will not kill me."

"I know, but you do have a punctured lung, that's not a joke, A." Seth said, pointing his fork at me.

"Honestly, do you think I'm a china doll?" Suddenly, every one found their shoes very interesting. I looked at them, frustratedly running my hand through my hair. Where on Earth did this idea that I was incredibly frail come from? "Mother Moon. I don't really know what to say about this. Jeez. You know I have healing powers too, right? And an insta-fix every twenty-eight days? And magic. Though I don't think you'd approve of how my magic works..." When the group shot me weird looks, I waved them off. One word, stabbing. "You don't want to know. But, I mean, you do realize that I'm the supernatural equivalent of an assassin, right? I regularly hunt down vampires. I've fought a vampire half blind and with a broken arm, I've fought off three vampires after nearly being drowned. I've fought vampires and gnomes at the same time, and made it out alive. Gnomes, ugh, nasty little things I tell you. You do not want to mess with those." I listed off a few more extreme situations, counting them on my fingers, before remembering the happening from just yesterday and the day before that. "And, after all, I did just fight two warlocks and a werewolf this injured, if not worse, since some of it's healed now. But then again, I punctured my lung whilst fighting the werewolf, so I was less injured fighting the warlocks. But there was the carcrash and-oh nevermind, it doesn't..." Realization dawned on me "...matter. Oh, shit. Eh, did I-did I forget to tell you about all that? Whoopsie."

"Wait, what?! You fought a werewolf?! When?! Why!?" Seth looked at me, startled.

Reneesme merely groaned.

"Oh, uh." I rubbed my neck, wrecking my mind for an excuse. "You know, when I ran off, and kinda, came back with a punctured lung? That's when."

This time, Ren groaned and buried her face in her hands, mumbling something about a cage and throwing away the key. I decided I didn't want the details of what, or rather who, she was planning on locking up.

"But I thought you were on the same team? You and the werewolf, I mean?" Seth asked, still confused.

I sighed, wringing my hands together. "It's... a lot more complicated than that. We have a hierarchy, you know, and everything's kinda military-esque with the clans. The Seventh Clan, my clan, we're the black ops guys, you know, and the werewolf, she was just the equivalent a regular foot solider. My rank is far above hers, and yet, she thought she could disrespect me, a High Warrior, because I was injured. That's like breaking our Law. You just don't do that, but then again people have never had much respect for me, anyway." I stopped abruptly, the bitterness in my voice a little to obvious. "Well, to make a long story short, I disciplined her" -read: threatened- "and I might have punctured my lung in the process."

"You really do not possess an ounce-no a drop-of self preservation in your entire body, do you?" Ren deadpanned.

"Nope." I grinned, popping the 'p'.

"Jeez, A," Seth said, a weird amusement on his face. "Why didn't you just tell us?"

"You would've just worked yourselves up over nothing. I dealt with her, no biggie." I crossed my arms over my chest, letting my eyes travel between them all.

"So," The smirk covering my face was two miles wide. "Who's driving me?

Ren groaned, again.

"I'll do it," Emmet shrugged.

Ren's groan was loud, pained, exasperated, and totally, fully and absolutely defeated.

Well, finally. That was on hell of a challenging chap to write, ugh. I hope you guys liked it, reviews are always appreciated.

-IatST