Get ready, guys. Cuz the whole cliche 'girl gets in trouble, boy saves girl, boy and girl live happily ever after thing' is what happened next.

I'm not trying to make my life sound like a stupid teen high school drama, honest. But seriously, how was I supposed to know that this would be one of those rare occasions that the pack actually came across a Mr. Vampy McFangsington during patrol?

Anyway. Where did we leave off? Right. I was rushing into the thick foliage of La Push to give my best-friend-slash-almost-kinda-maybe-more-than-best-friend a severe talking to...

And was suddenly face to face with one of the sexiest dudes I'd ever seen before. And when I say sexy, I mean it makes me embarrassed to even think about how other guys must feel when they stand beside him sexy (with the exception of Quil. But they're different kinds of sexy.)

Then he grabbed me (it was an awkward mix of 'this could turn out pretty hot' and 'he might just kill me') and threw me over his shoulder a little too roughly and then we were flying...

August 30th (midnight)

I have never been more scared in my life than I was when I smelled your scent, Claire, your beautiful, exotic, wonderful aroma mixed with that disgusting, vile, hideous...

I could have had a metal pole shoved through my chest at that moment and I wouldn't have felt it. Maybe it happened. I dunno.

All I can remember is a million things happening at once. I smelled you. I smelled the bloodsucker. I briefly noted that all the guys were telling me to calm down for some reason. Something about me not having self control at that moment...

Looking back, maybe I should have listened to them. Maybe seeing a vampire being decapitated, dismembered, and torn apart before your very eyes wasn't the best way to have gone about the situation... but you're safe. You're safe.

I've actually been saying that out loud, over and over. You're safe. You're with me. You're safe.

August 30th

I can't let you go.

I'm going into random episodes of shock, I think. I don't know what's wrong with me...

We both had nightmares last night. I would be dreaming about me not getting there in time, you disappearing further into the distance and me turning back into a man, and then I'd be awoken by you screaming my name.

Not as if you needed me, though, but more like I was the enemy. I suppose I did scare you.

I'm still not letting you out of my sight. There will be no discussion about that.

September 1st

I'm always with you, never more than an arms length away at any given time. I know you don't want me so close- I'm sorry about that. You're not flinching away, but I can tell that having me hover so much is getting uncomfortable. It would be more uncomfortable for me to let you go off... on your own... into the forest...

I have to stop thinking those thoughts before I go insane. The nightmares will never stop that way.

September 2nd

Jacob called me and said I would have to start patrolling some time. He understands, but I think your mother may have talked to him. She's probably getting tired of me at her house. I don't blame her. I blame myself. I can't believe I let him get his horrible inhuman hands on you. It's hard for me to look at your angelic face without thinking of the vampire's right beside it, sneering at me like he was.

I love you so much. I know I haven't told you that- in person- since our discussion on your birthday, but it overwhelms me how much I do. I love you more than life itself. I wish I could say those words to you every single day, but I realize it's too much right now.

September 3rd

Today, you marched up to me and asked, "Quil, what the fuck is up?!"

I don't think I've heard you talk like that more than a dozen times in your entire life, so I knew you were genuinely upset. You went on to ask why I went from completely ignoring you to 'being clingier than your own shadow'.

I asked why you disliked it so much, but you just mumbled something about me not patrolling anymore and not letting you have a few minutes alone to... read?

You can read whenever you want. I don't mind it. But you just said it was hard to explain and trailed off and turned up the TV.

Claire, you're definitely a strange one...

September 4th

You said it was hard to know what my ulterior motives were lately. I don't believe I have ulterior motives, and if I did, how did you figure them out before?

September 5th

School begins soon. Your mother asked what I'm planning to do when you have to leave for six hours every day. I pretended I didn't hear her because honestly, I have no clue.

September 6th

You decided to paint again today, and I watched. Instead of looking out your giant bay window, you actually sat outside on the porch swing, letting your long chestnut hair fly free in the wind. It surprised me when you kept it down, as you usually tie it up when you do your artwork. I didn't want to tell you though, because I was scared that you'd remember that and put it in a ponytail.

You looked so content, so happy, so peaceful. Just crossing your legs indian style (ha-ha), biting your lip, somehow mixing bright colors to create leaves that were dark and dirty, and actually make it look right. I asked how you did this and you just shrugged, pointed at the pile on the ground and told me, "Those leaves aren't orange, red, or brown. Those leaves are blue. And green. And pink."

I still don't get it, to be honest. You're too smart for your own good.

September 7th

I love you.

(Sorry. I needed to say that somewhere.)

September 8th

School in two days. When I asked where your school supplies were, you just looked at me funny. I reminded you that you went back to school shopping with Winry and Elisha a few weeks ago, and you laughed and told me that was just for important school stuff, like clothes.

Looks like we're going down to Forks this afternoon.

September 9th

I phased today, but only because you were at your Uncle Sam's and I knew you were safe. Everyone in the pack is good. They told me I needed a hobby to get my mind off of worrying about you all day.

I asked what they would do if they saw a vampire about to kill (insert imprint here) and most of them shut up about it. It looks like I have to start patrolling during days again. Having a bunch of guys in your head is better than any other method of distracting myself.

September 10th

Guess what I found out? That a new werewolf in Sam's pack, a Mr. Johnny Roma or something, is currently attending your highschool.

If I paid him to keep an eye on you, would that count as creepy? I hope not, because if it was, that'd be fifty bucks down the drain.

September 11th

First day went good, I think. I asked Roma for a full report. He told me that with you running around all day to get to all your extra credit classes and your million and one groups of friends, fifty bucks wouldn't cover his job duties.

I asked him if a sandwich would make up for it, and proceeded to punch him in the jaw. That led to a somewhat depressing conversation.

"What the hell was that, dude?"

"A Knuckle Sandwich."

"What?"

"A knuckle sandwich. You don't know that one?"

"No one knows 'that one', old man."

"I fear for this generation."

September 12

Day two, still kind of nervous. You told me it's been two weeks and I need to settle down. The image is still just as fresh in my mind, Claire. I don't know how you've gotten over it so quickly. I know I'm not even close to putting it behind me. But I'll stay at my house today, and let you have your own life for a while. Much as it pains me, it's what you want, so of course I have to give it to you.

.

THANK GOD.

I honestly didn't think I'd ever get around to reading that stupid journal! He was practically stalking me (although being shirtless half the time totally made up for it) but honestly, if it wasn't for me wanting to read that thing so bad, I wouldn't have minded being with him so much. Is that weird? Wanting to spend every waking moment with some dude?

If he thinks I'm over it, he's got it wrong. I'm not over it. It's hard, trying to remember that night. I thought I was gonna go see big ol' Quil out there and instead the first time I see him in over a week is when he's brutally murdering somebody.

I think I would be getting over this a lot faster if Quil'd told me it was a vampire before he killed him. Even though he explained right after, I still can't get that feeling out of me. Quil killed someone. Quil killed someone.

I know it isn't a 'someone'- it's a vampire that was about to tear me apart. Quil saved me! He saved my friggin' life and for the longest time I just couldn't stop thinking about him ripping limbs off of a body.

These past entries were a lot to take in all at once, and I found myself subconsciously touching my hair when he described me painting, blushing when he wrote that he loved me, and getting seriously pissed about the whole 'Johnny Roma' thing.

I DO NOT NEED A BABYSITTER!

I guess I need to use this to my advantage, though. With Johnny Roma's new werewolf-y muscles, he's just the kind of boy who would make any guy jealous. Heh heh. Poor Quilly-poo.

Evil? Thinkin' so. Claire's such a brat, but I kind of like it. I was gonna make this vampire thing a huge plotline, but I now have something much bigger planned involving him. Don't worry, it's not a weird JamesXVictoria and BellaXEdward love/hate triangle-square thingie. Believe you me, Claire won't be subjected to near-death because 'Mr. Vampy McFangsington's' gal pal is pissed off. I'm sorta excited to write it, but I won't bring it in too fast. I think I'll stick with this little fluffy idea for a while. :)

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