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Into the Mist - Chapter Six
Little Fleur dropped her hands from her hair, and looked around her, wide blue eyes innocent, as though seeing with new eyes. In a way, she was. Fleur was seeing the world in a way she hadn't for six months. The world looked more peaceful than it had, more welcoming and happy. More... normal.
"What the hell?" Blurted out the boy named Jacob. He rubbed his eyes for a minute, trying to clear the image of the sweet, innocent girl in front of him. Pinching his arm, the boy opened his clenched eyes slightly. Fleur remained the same, looking at him.
"Things change. Especially when you're me." Said the transformed child. She had acquired a new wisdom in this new life. She knew things she wouldn't have completely understood in her human life. She understood many things that she wouldn't have before.
"Yes, apparently." The boy named Jacob said sourly. "And I was looking forward to a fight. And now the kid has gone all sentimental on us. Ugh."
Fleur looked down. "Would you mind telling me what I've done wrong? I have no clue why you are so angry with me..."
The one named Sam, who seemed to be the leader walked forwards cautiously. "Well, we're werewolves, er, the natural enemies of vampires. And you're on our territory." He explained calmly, looking Fleur almost directly in the eye. But not quite. Fleur still couldn't understand.
"But I haven't done any harm to anyone. Shouldn't you only hurt evil vampires?" Questioned the confused child. Her head tilted sideways slightly, making her curls dangle. Her confusion was clear in her pure, blue eyes. The werewolves were wary of her gaze. They felt as though she could see right through them.
"What part of mortal enemies can't she grasp?" Groaned an exasperated girl. She had been in the background, and only now did Fleur notice her. Fleur twisted her head to analyze the girl. She seemed bitter. Fleur wondered why.
"Oh, I grasp it just fine. I just don't get why you are all so attached to that one particular phrase. Mortal enemies. Got it. If we're mortal enemies, why don't I wish to kill you?" Fleur smirked, and crossed her arms. She loved being right.
The werewolves all looked around at each other. Sam looked the most sure out of all of them.
"You have been with the Cullens. They have trained you not to hate werewolves as much, yes?" He looked very sure of himself. Fleur's smirk grew as she shook her head.
"Nope! I didn't even know werewolves existed until today, actually." The smug child grinned happily. "What'cha got to say to that?" Just because Fleur was back to normal didn't mean that her attitude had died down. That was a new part of her that wasn't going to go away.
Sam looked disgruntled. "Well, then are you some sort of leech-freak?" He asked. Fleur could tell that he didn't really mean offense - that it was a natural reaction. But that didn't stop her from looking hurt.
"Actually, I am. I have blue eyes for a start. I went on about 3 months worth of rampages, and I had a horrible anger problem." She was still hurt. "So don't bring that up. It's a touchy subject for everyone that knows what went on."
The bitter girl rolled her eyes. "You know, saying that will just make us say it more?" She sneered. Fleur also rolled her eyes. She turned to Sam.
"So, what are you going to do to me? I will not fight, so don't bother. And I will not be killed or chased away." Fleur stated calmly. The pack of werewolves shifted nervously. They all turned their gaze to Sam.
"I guess we'll... have to take you with us. We can't let you go, in case you decide to attack La Push or Forks." Sam said slowly. Fleur shrugged.
"Okay. As long as you let me finish off Mal when you find him." She looked at Sam squarely. She was sending him the vibes that this was not up to negotiation. "He killed my parents. I want revenge."
"Fine. Come on." Sam turned with the pack, and Fleur followed them, trailing behind. She didn't want to be with them, really. They were making it so she couldn't go back to Alice when she was finished with Mal.
But she had no choice.
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About five minutes after their departure, Sam entered a house that smelt of cooking. Fleur waited outside, wondering if she was supposed to follow. Sam poked his head out after everyone was inside and gestured for her to follow them.
When she arrived she found herself in a little, cosy house with a large table. The pack of werewolves was seated around it, and they were all stuffing their faces with muffins. Fleur giggled quietly.
After a few minutes of eating, Sam called everyone to order. Fleur - who was still standing - looked to him just as he started to speak.
"Okay. First order of business. Where this leech will stay." All the wolves averted their eyes, looking revolted at the thought. All but one, the younger one who idoled Jacob. He looked at ease, and calm.
"I'll take her." He stated clearly. "After all, I'm the only one who's even remotely close to being comfortable around vampires. And Leah, before you start to object, I'm telling you that you won't have to even look at the kid. I'll handle it, okay?" He said calmly. The girl who seemed to be his sister - Leah - was looking disgruntled.
"But I'll still smell her, Seth." She complained. Seth rolled his eyes.
"But Lee, where else where she go? I'm the only one who isn't afraid of her."
"Fine. But I'm staying in a tent outside."
"Agreed."
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Fleur stood meekly behind Seth. He was fumbling with his keys to his home. His sister had already been home, as her tent was set up in the backyard. Just to be difficult, she had re-locked the door on Seth.
"Shit." He muttered as he dropped his keys in the mud. Fleur looked up at him.
"Seth? Um, I can open the door for you. Really, it will save you a few minutes." She suggested eagerly. She was very, very eager to prove that she wasn't a monster - that she could help out too.
"Go for it." Seth stood back to watch the young vampire at work. Fleur reached her hand forward, and put her pinky finger into the keyhole. She wiggled it around until the door clicked. It swung open. And Fleur had accomplished all this within 2 seconds.
Seth ruffled her hair, and walked into the house. He glanced behind him to check that Fleur was following him. And sure enough, she wasn't. The child was still standing in the doorway, anxiously shifting from foot to foot.
"Come on. You'll be staying in Leah's room. She'll mind, but that's her problem, right?" Seth winked at her. Fleur smiled weakly, and nodded. She trailed after Seth, and he came to an abrupt halt by a room. "Here we are. Um, I'll change her sheets and... uh..." He looked puzzled.
"I'll just sit on the floor. I have no need for a bed, remember?" Fleur just walked into the room, and settled herself onto the floor. She closed her eyes, bowed her head, and was silent. Seth left her alone after closing the door.
Memories of her horrific anger flooded into the child's mind. Shame coursed through her dead veins. Her dead heart ached for Alice. Her heart ached for what was her family. Her heart ached for even Bella. Her heart ached for her mother and father. Her heart ached for her remote little house in the forest. Her heart ached to be human again. Her heart ached to go back to the way it was before. Her heart ached for everything that had happened to go away.
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Alice Cullen paced up and down the hallways of the Cullen mansion. Frustration pulsed from every cell in her petit body. Her black hair was sticking up everywhere. Stress was clear on her face.
"What did they do to her? Is she dead? Why doesn't she leave? Where are they? Why didn't she fight? Why don't I sense her anger? What if it's gone wrong?" Alice fretted to her husband. Jasper watched anxiously.
"I'm sure she's fine. She'll find her own way back. Or not..." Jasper said quietly. He only told the truth.
"I shouldn't have gotten so attached to her, Jasper. She's not mine... But I can't help it! I worry... and worry... She's only a child! And now she's with the werewolves and I can't even sense her anger anymore!"
"What can we do? She's destined to do this, Alice. You know that. We can't go running after her. She's got to do it on her own. If we barge in on it, it will be ruined. You mustn't forget that she's a prophecy child."
A/N: Is it me, or was that a litttttttle cliche? XD