Twin Equinox

Chapter Eight - Revelations and Scary Monsters

(Addie POV)

Seth's eyes widened, but his jaw clenched slightly. He looked uncomfortable, and surprised, if not appalled. His hands, which were hanging loosely by his sides, twitched. "B-Bella…" he muttered quietly, almost brokenly.

I didn't want to make Izzy seem like a total…well, witch for lack of a better word. But I didn't want to let on about who I was. Especially if—although Izzy had tried to assure me otherwise—he and his pack of werewolves and the liege of werewolves in France were cohorts. No, I simply could not take that risk. How would they treat me, I wonder, if they knew I was the mortal—though I could hardly be called a complete and true mortal now—that had 'escaped' the French werewolves?

So I lied. "Yes?" I spat. "What is it, Seth? Really, you're wasting my time."

He winced, flinching back slightly at the intensity of my words. "What's happened, Bells?" he asked, concerned. He must have been Izzy's friend. Or at least shocked that Izzy could be so... assertive.

I scoffed. "I don't trust you werewolves," I said curtly.

At this, he stepped up just a bit. But it was not he who spoke; Seth was looking over my shoulder. "Oh, but you trust your precious bloodsuckers?" another angry, deeper voice growled behind me.

I turned on the spot quickly. My eyes flashed as I saw the figure looming over me. His glare was fixed over me, as if wishing for my blood to be spilled. Another werewolf. Great, now my day just got better. What is it with these people and popping up out of nowhere?

Both Seth and the other werewolf looked at me. Seth in confusion while the other in deep hatred. Whatever happens now, I doubt Izzy would be welcome anymore.

"I knew we shouldn't have trusted you, leech-lover," the werewolf spat, his glare intensifying. He seemed to be fading, almost—he was shaking so much.

"Paul," Seth said, stepping forward as if to warn him not to hurt me.

"You gonna run off to your leech now?" the werewolf, Paul, challenged. "`Cause he can't come here. Tell him to bring his leeches—we'll fight them! You'll see!" With each syllable, his voice got louder. "We'll rip `em apart—burn the pieces!"

This guy is insane. And Izzy actually chooses to hang out with them? She's grown to be a danger magnet, and I'm a bit worried for her. Who knows what other messes she got herself into? Not that she seems to be afraid, at any rate... Edward's a vampire...and they tend to fight werewolves. Poor Jake. But, seriously, screw Izzy. No way will I let my sister get knocked up by a vampire. Not even for love.

"Paul... C'mon, calm down..." Seth said, almost whispering. Something about his tone made me back down. It was, as if something wrong will happen soon. But, honestly, I was pissed off.

Then it happened. Maybe it was just an adrenaline rush—perhaps just my brain going crazy. But I could've sworn that he just exploded. And not the exploded you would think of—no, he literally exploded. And in his place was a werewolf, baring its jagged teeth and growling at me. took a step back, memories of fear and terror crashing over me, my body frozen in place. No, it couldn't be the same werewolf in France. Or could it? Was anything in this world real anymore? Or was it, perhaps, just a dream? Monsters like these shouldn't exist.

It's funny how I knew, or assumed, they were werewolves, but then I couldn't handle it when I saw them for myself. I guess I'd thought I was better now. I was wrong. That incident in France with the werewolves...it left me more shaken than I thought. I don't know when I'd fallen to my knees and buried my face in my hands, but that's how I found myself when I was pulled out of my thoughts by another growl.

Werewolfs in Fork? Unbelievable. Dad had me going that this town was safe and small. That nothing could go wrong in it. But these monsters go around, frolicking in the streets, disturbing purly honest souls. Does he know his daughter is dating a vampire? That there are werewolfs running around as humans, when they're really just monsters? That his own daughter, come recently from Europe, is a freak—a monster, just like them—or will be? It wouldn't surprise me if a witch or two were in control of the diners he ate at.

Seth looked over at me, probably forgeting our little argument moments before. His face was a mask of pure terror and shock. He whispered something under his breath, something unintelligible—something that went along the lines of, 'Oh, no—not again.' But I didn't have a chance to hear him properly; my ears were only heard the loud, muffled pounding of my heartbeat, racing faster than ever. Yes, not again, indeed. This cannot—will not—happen to me again. I will not be a victim to werewolf again. I took another step back, taking deep breaths. Stupid werewolves. Can't you just leave Forks in peace? Leave the people here alone—they're damned enough without you.

Time seemed to slow down in my mind. Through my fingers I saw the werewolf slowly come torwards, baring his teeth and snarling. I scrambled to my feet and backed away, refusing to look away from the werwolf as it took every step. Seth stood there, frozen to his spot, probably wondering whether he should run for help or stay in case something bad happens. Suddenly, I found myself falling, losing my footing in the uneven ground. In the second when I fell, the wolf jumped on me, his eyes alight with hatred.

"P-Paul," I heard Seth call out from the distance. His voice was slightly muted by the ringing, pulsing, and the screams of past victims in my ears. Flashes of memories sprung to my mind from when I was in Europe—terrible memories; I remembered seeing the werewolf leader leap onto a young girl, no older than myself, and tear her apart, flesh from muscle from bone.

"Paul. Stop it, now." The voice was also faint, but I was certain that it wasn't from the young boy who'd spoken before. It was a stronger tone, commanding and firm. And it seemed to phase the werewolf for a moment because he walked away slowly, as if pained to do so, after he had snarled at me one more time.

I knew he was gone—or at least a safe distance away from me. I knew that, even for a short while, I was okay. But I refused to open my eyes, which I wasn't aware I'd closed. I refused to get up and walk away. I needed to sort this out.

One: Bella has monster friends.

Two: Said friends think I'm her.

Three: There are vampires and werewolfs in Forks—told so by Bella, confirmed by Seth, and Paul.

Four: Dad is completely oblivious to everything.

Slowly, I got up with newfound security. I stared—or, perhaps, glared—at Seth and the werewolf, along with the other guy, the one that had saved me from...that. But they weren't looking back at me. No, they were looking at somethhing else over my shoulder with a mask of confusion and worry. So, I turn. Slowly, scared to see what was behind me that made these monsters afraid.

And I find Izzy staring back, her eyes glaring at the wolves. Go Izzy.

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