Heaven is waiting
Age: Still seventeen years, four months
The bedroom is small, with dark wooden floors and crisp white walls. The back wall is covered by a two bay window that overlooks the forest, and lets the late afternoon light to show the contents of the room. A king single bed with green sheets and a yellow quilt is pushed to the left side of the room with a timber nightstand and lamp next to it. On the floor is a dark green shag rug, and next to the closed door is a set of drawers and hanging mirror. But most importantly, an unconscious Fay. She lies on the bed like a sleeping princess awaiting her prince, hands resting folded on her chest and a peaceful look graces her face - making her look younger than usual.
As Fay starts to wake up her face goes from peaceful looking to pained. First she starts to feel the pain on her right arm where she had been thrown into a tree and the skin has been scraped and bruised. Then comes the pain in her back from hitting the ground, and then the throbbing in her head sets in, from where she had landed at the base of another tree.
Her chapped lips part and she sucks in a shaky breath before her eyes open. Fay sits straight up a second later in seeing that this is not her house. She feels as though the walls are closing in on her as fear sets in. She jumps out of bed, and her head immediately starts to spin and she drops to the floor.
Where am I? she wonders as her wide eyes sweep the unfamiliar room. How did I get here? The last thing I remember is going into the wood to get water. Then… red eyes, a cold one, he attacked me, he was going to drink my blood but then-
The bedroom door swings open and in the doorway stands a man. He is clearly Quileute, with dark copper skin and jet-black hair that is cut short. He could easily be 6'6 feet tall with a strong upper body, bulging with muscles shown off very easily by the fact the man is only dressed in a pair of denim cut-offs.
Fay starts to tremble with fear. Staring up from the floor at the man in the doorway she feels like a child; small and unsure about everything.
A young woman with exotic good looks, long silky black hair and satiny copper skin pulls the man back from the doorway. Fay sees three long scars on the right side of the woman's face - from hairline to her chin - and wonders what has caused them as the woman says, "Sam honey, you're scaring her," to the man with a soft voice.
"S-Sam?" Fay whispers. She stares up at his face and he stares back at hers. There is a familiar glint in his eyes that makes Fay feel strangely safe. Fay slowly pulls herself off the ground, gritting her teeth at the pain that runs through her body. "Sam?" she asks.
"Fay." A smile breaks his face in two as he crosses the gap between them in milliseconds and grabs his little sister into a bone-crushing hug. Fay's body is instantly rigid from the contact, not that Sam notices. The woman in the door way immediately sees the discomfort, fear and shock that takes over Fay's already confused looking face.
"Sam put her down, she's hurt."
Sam almost drops Fay, at the thought of hurting her more. But luckily for her he slowly sets her feet back to the ground and steps back to get a better look at her. His last memory of his sister didn't quite match the girl in front of him. This is his sister, no doubt about it, but she looks more… alive. Fay has gotten taller - or maybe she just looks taller because she isn't slouching – and her hair is much longer. Her eyes are brighter, skin darker, and body fuller. Wherever she has been looks to have done her health good, Sam thinks to himself.
"Why don't we all go to the kitchen, talk over some drinks and food? You must be hungry and thirsty, after being out all day." Fay slowly nods her head.
"Yeah, I guess… Sorry who are you?" Fay asks the kind woman; she doesn't want to be rude by asking but thinks it will save an awkward moment later.
"Oh of course you wouldn't have met," Sam mutters to himself. "Umm Fay this is Emily, she's my fiancé."
Fay's eyebrows rise slightly. "Oh, nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you to Fay," Emily smiles before leading the two sibling out of the small bedroom, down a hall and into a large open living area and kitchen.
Emily goes to the kitchen and starts to prepare something. Sam goes to the round dining room table and Fay slowly follows, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table to her brother. Fay looks around the room, amazed with how much she had forgotten about the common necessities to modern day life. From the oven to the lights, even the TV looks foreign to her. She wonders how much of this stuff she even remembers how to use.
"Where were you?" Sam asks, making Fay look at him.
"…A better place…" Fay sighs and pressed her hands palm down on the table, hoping to stop their shaking.
"That's all you have to say?" Sam whispers then raises his voice. "I came home last year to find your blood all over the house, Josh (AN: I went back and changed Sam and Fay's parents' names to what they wore in Twilight, just in case anyone picked up on that little change I wanted to explain. So Josh is Sam and Fay's dad, sorry for the AN just wanted to clear that up) gone and no one in town could tell me where I could find you. And-"
"And you're the one that left first!" She screams, standing up so fast her seat tumbles over. It is as if a switch has been flicked inside Fay's head, one second her eyes are wide and scared, the next they are flaming and furious. "Or what, is that allowed? You get to leave without a word - for no reason - but when I chose run over die, I'm the bad guy?!" Her voice only grows louder with rage. "You left me in that hell-hole to die! You left me!" Fay shakes her head and marches towards one of the sliding glass doors; almost pulling it off its hinges as she reefs it open.
"Where are you going?" Sam asks standing up, with shock still written all over his face.
"Home," she practically growls on her way down the stairs.
"You can't go out there. There's-" Sam cuts himself off as he starts to follow her.
Fay stops halfway across the front lawn, but doesn't turn to look at her brother. "There's what…? Vampires? Wolves?"
"You remember…"
"It doesn't take a genius to work out the legends are real Sam!" Fay strides into the dark forest.
"Fay, Fay, Fay!" Sam calls out as he walks quickly after her. She shows no sign of responding until he gets within reaching distance and grabs her by the wrist.
"Let go! Let go! Fucking hell let go of me, you mongrel, bastard!" Her voice is filled with venom and hatred. Sam has never heard Fay talk like that, never, no one had, that wasn't like her.
"You…" Sam trails off, his mind becoming muddle.
Fay pulls free of his grasp. "I'm dead Sam! You and your wolf buddies never saw me, got it? Fay Uley is dead, or missing or whatever! But she sure as hell isn't living in the woods, and you have no right to tell anyone otherwise." Fay starts to run. Even though she doesn't know which direction her heaven is in she just has to run. And even though Sam could have easily caught her, he doesn't move for a while. He just stands with his thoughts.
…
Fay runs until her legs can't go any further and she crumbles to the ground. She rolls onto her back and looks to the night sky above. Tears start to sting her eyes. She doesn't know if they are tears of pain, sadness, anger, or one of the other emotions jumbling around inside her.
"Fay I'm sorry," Fay hears Sam say before he appears from the trees. His face also glosses with tears of an undecided emotion. "Fay I am so, so sorry. I shouldn't have left you. I never wanted to, you have to know that…"
Fay draws in a shaky breath before asking, "Then why did you leave me Sam?"
"…I turned into a wolf. I had no idea why, and I was scared out of my mind so I ran. It took me almost three weeks before I could turn human again…"
They stay in silence for a long moment before Fay lifts her arms above her head. "Can you carry me back to your house? I don't think I can walk anymore."
Sam smiles sadly as he picks his sister up. Fay wraps her arms around his neck and cries softly on his shoulder, but she knows what these tears are. These are happy tears. Her brother never left her by choice. He would have been there for her if he could have, and that's all she needs to know. Before Sam can get home Fay cries herself to sleep in his arms.
#Authors Notes: Okay so I finally realised this story will differ a bit in regards to the age of characters just to fit with my plot#
#And before anyone can ask, Jacob hasn't Phased yet, but he will soon#
#Now that's over, this is the part where I tell you how sorry I am for how long this took to update. Really I have been trying to write this chapter before I even posted the one before it, but it just didn't go how I wanted so it did take forever. Sorry! But last weekend I spent a whole Sunday (that I was meant to be working on a English report) writing this. I got inspired and finished the chapter but then I had to send it off to get spell checked so it took a bit longer#
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