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Authors Note: I just read the reviews thank you for them all:D I also looked over my last authors note and considering that I'm far too lazy to go and fix it with my slow Internet connection, I shall apologise for the appalling grammar here! I rushed and didn't read over it the last time and I am perfectly aware that I made a complete mess of it but I think you all got the general idea of what I was trying to say anyway! So I thought since I'm on a roll here I'd keep going for a little while and here is Quil's point of view!!(It's one of my favourite chapters) Review please:D :D
Chapter Twelve
Q.P.O.V
Sam had been avoiding me. I had said as such to Jacob and Embry but they had dismissed this as some sort of paranoia on my part. But I was sure of it, even though Sam had now managed to stop phasing into a wolf and was growing older with Emily; and Jacob had finally take control of the pack. Sam was an immovable fixture. But I had noticed that lately he had been strange around me, not staying in the same room as me for too long, avoiding speaking with me and making eye contact. In the end I had decided to ignore it; well Jacob had gotten so annoyed at my distraction that he had ordered me to ignore it.
At first I panicked and thought that it was something to do with Claire, but everyone had quickly pointed out that Sam would most definitely have told me if something had of happened her. Instead I had gotten back to my work, all my work the pack work of watching over the tribe in my werewolf form and in Jacob's garage. I was now the beta of the pack, which meant more responsibility for me but what was better it meant more of a distraction for me.
For years I had found that I couldn't sleep well at night, all after Claire had left for London. I had tried everything from sleeping pills to herbs but nothing had worked thanks to my body burning them up with my temperature reaching higher than boiling point. I had eventually found that the only way that I could sleep was by working flat out until I could barely keep my eye lids open any longer.
It was evening time and Jacob, Embry, Jared and I were standing by the wall outside of the garage when I finally realised what it was that Sam had been hiding from me. A deep blue, jaguar was driving down the main street towards us. All of us looked up as it approached, I could see the guys looking at the car in admiration; at first I had looked up at it too just interested in the car itself but that then I had felt it. A tug in the end of my stomach, I felt my world turn and I had to stare at the car, I had to know who was in the car, I had to be near to them. Then I saw her and she saw me too, Claire … my Claire… only now she was all grown up and she was beautiful. I stared at her and was suddenly furious at Sam for hiding this from me, as the car moved closer towards us I reached out involuntarily and saw that she did too. That's when her mother looked and saw me, before any of us could even blink she tore away.
I stood there in stunned silence for a few moments arm still out-stretched staring after where the car had turned off around the corner. After a minute or two the others seemed to notice my sudden bout of madness, they had been too caught up in talking about the jaguar at first to pay any attention to me; it was when Jacob asked my opinion on it that they noticed me. "Quill ….what's wrong with you?" Jacob asked, a note of concern in his voice. I shook my head and gaped at him with my mouth open, how could he not have understood, she had been there….. Fourteen years of sketchy reports on what Claire had been up too in London had reached me, but now….now she was back; and she was beautiful, more so than I could have even begun to imagine. A sharp slap across my back forced me back into reality, I saw that Embry had hit me with impatience at my prolonged staring.
"I have to find Sam…" I stated quickly before making a movement towards my green Chevy truck, but before I got very far Jacob stopped me in my tracks. "Please Jake …just let me by alright I don't have time to explain.." I mumbled cryptically clearly irritating Jacob. "Well make time then!" Jacob retorted stubbornly, I scowled at him, couldn't he realise that he was stopping me from being near my Claire, I would go to hell and back to get near to Claire. "Claire was in that car…" I replied, and without even waiting for a response walked by him. I had to find Sam, he had a lot of explaining to do….
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"SAM" I roared, as I made my way up the path to his house, which had become like a second home to me over the years. I could hear a shuffling sound inside the house a small squeal and then sound of saucepans falling against tiles. If I hadn't been raging I would have felt bad for frightening Emily, it had to be Emily because Sam could set fire to water, and wouldn't be allowed near the kitchen. The front door swung open and Sam stuck his head out in mock surprise, "Quill…..I thought I heard you!" Sam said with a forced casual voice, and a guilty expression on his face. I fumed, how could he do this to me, not tell me that my love, my life , my reason for being that had been denied to me for the last fourteen years, was here in La Push. I paused and concentrated on my breathing, I hadn't phased in anger in years and I certainly didn't intend to loose my carefully crafted self-control now.
Sam stepped out onto the porch, and spoke something in the door behind him, I was about to start giving him a piece of mind when he motioned for me to follow him. This distracted me for a moment and I followed Sam out to the back of the house, Sam walked steadily towards the forest; I could see his expression was nervous and he carefully avoided looking at me. However I didn't falter for a moment intent on getting the answers that I had been wanting to here.
After a few moments in the forest Sam looked up having been staring at his feet for the time that we had been there, "So Quill.." Sam stated pathetically trying to sound cheerful and curious as to what had made me angry, his little pretence heightened my anger, "Cut the crap Sam!" I ordered silencing any further attempts from Sam in acting innocently oblivious to my anger. Sam swallowed loudly and looked up guiltily at me, his expression was one of anguish. "Sam she was here…. Claire… my Claire was here in La Push…" I found it incredibly difficult for me to get the words out, they caught in my throat as did my suppressed sobs, I felt like bursting into tears; torn at this betrayal but more so at my lost chance of getting to spend time with Claire. Claire's mother Jane's expression seemed to tell me that I wouldn't see her again anytime soon. Sam looked torn at my expression and the sound of emotion in my voice; and looked away quickly before looking away and then speaking.
"It was the only way Quill … please understand that.." Sam began but before he could finish I was shouting at him, "THE ONY WAY SAM…WHAT THE HELL'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!!!!….CLAIRE MY WORLD THAT I HAVEN'T SEEN IN FOURTEEN YEARS WAS HERE AND YOU THINK THAT IT WAS BEST?…" I took a pause for breath before continuing again "HOW….AND WHO COULD THAT POSSIBLY BE BEST FOR….YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD UNDERSTAND HOW I FEEL HOW COULD YOU KEEP ME FROM HER!!." I finished breathlessly now not even trying to hold back the stinging tears that were freely running down my face.
Sam looked tortured by my reaction and I could see that he was close to tears himself, and felt a bitter satisfaction at his pain. "Quill please just listen to what I have to say to you will you?.." Sam pleaded with me in a quiet strangled voice, Sam took my silence as being a consent to continue and carried on; "Quill….this was all down to Jane…she only agreed to come under the condition that you weren't going to be near Claire ….and before you say anything about how you could have stayed nearby and watched from the sidelines…but Quill I know what it's like when you've spent time away from them you loose control when you see them… and even if you had managed to contain yourself that's not to say that Claire could have….this was for you Quill….we want to gain Jane's trust slowly and let her see that there is no danger here for Claire…" Sam looked around for a minute trying to find the words to continue before starting again. "Jane was the least horrified at what we told them…seriously Quill I think that you might have a chance of winning her around if you just do as we say…please.." Sam finished pleadingly.
I looked at Sam sceptically, and then felt deflated at what he had said and swallowed, feeling my throat tighten at the movement. Trying to regain my composure I put my hand against a nearby tree and leaned against it heavily, only shifting when I heard the tree groan slightly at the strain. I looked up at Sam having stared at my shoes having contemplated what Sam had said, "I see.." was all I could manage to say and that was at a struggle; and I did, I was loathe to admit it but I could understand what Sam had been saying and decided there and then to play by whatever rules he made ….anything that meant that I could be with my Claire…I sighed at the thought.