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Cat And Mouse
--82 years later—
I looked myself up and down, and was proud with what I saw. I was standing in front of the window, looking upon my wolf form. I stood large and tall; my eyes glistened back at me with the multitude of colours I had become accustomed to. My glossy short white fur blew gently in the wind that swirled around me.
I bounded away, doing my routinely patrol. I knew for a fact I didn't smell anything like a wolf, even in that form. Maybe only a faint trace remained from Embry or Seth, but my scent was the same as I was when I was human. It was quite useful for luring leeches away from the rez and into the forest to safely dispose of them.
Everyone in the original pack I had joined had eventually imprinted and stopped phasing, aged and most, died, apart from me, Seth and Embry. We were the only ones left 'cause no more generations phased after ours. As it turns out I was an Aterea, so now I was Bella Aterea.
The original packs children and grandchildren didn't know what we are until recently. They thought the legends were just that – legends. Everyone knows what me, Seth and Embry are now though, due to just a careless and instinct driven mistake I made so many years ago.
One day I had gone into town following a thirsty vampire and killed it in front of some towns people without even thinking of the consequences. Of course they realised what it was after they had all stopped screaming. They had heard the legends. It had no blood and the limbs I had torn off were all sparking in the rare sun. Some saw my eyes, and put two and two together. That's the weird thing; I had bright green and blue eyes when I was in my wolf and human form. No one else's eyes ever changed colours once they had phased so everyone was freaked out and confused when mine did.
After many years of questioning, speculation and fear most accepted it and are rather happy they will be forever protected from bloodsuckers. Some of them even stood at a point of the boundary line just to see us race by. Over the years my hate for leeches had grown and now if the Cullen's ever came onto our land I wouldn't hesitate to tear them to tiny pieces.
Jake and Billy's deaths were hard for me to think about now still. All of their deaths were hard. I had gotten close to all of them, especially Leah. People thought she was a bitch, but I understood why; she lost her love. Hers was unceremoniously torn away from her, mine left of his own accord, but the two are nearly the same. She imprinted on a tiny new born baby named Joel. The only ones left living who had imprinted were Jared and Quil, my pack mate and my brother, who were living out their days in the comfort of their homes.
I wished I had imprinted on someone. It would be so easy to just have someone picked out for me. But no, I was one of the few who were going to be alone for much much longer. I tilted my head down as I was running watching my feet dig into the moist soil. Over my years I had killed a total of thirty one vampires, rogue newborn ones. And I also killed Victoria. That was fun, but lately there had been no enemy to fight. My days have since become a ridiculous routine that makes me want to find a rusty serrated knife and slice my neck open just to add some excitement to my life.
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I was now attending Forks high school again. I had to wait until everyone I used to know had moved away or died. Contrary to La Push, I couldn't protect the people of Forks, so I couldn't let them know anything. Anyone who asked about my eyes would get the same answer. Coloured contacts. People thought I was just trying to be cool, but the truth is I've tried to wear contacts to make my eyes not so brightly coloured yet they're so uncomfortable and useless since I got perfect vision.
I kept mostly to myself and didn't have too many friends off of the reservation. What was the point? They would die soon anyway. I was in year 12, half way through, and there had been talk of a new family in the area. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake this sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. (I Dont Get Your American Grade System So Year 12 Is 16/17 Year Olds)
I stopped just short of the school, phased, changed into my clothes and wandered into the school. I was wearing bright red skinny jeans and an Iron Fist t-shirt that was black and white striped with a heart wrapped in barbed wired on the side and random designs that came from the heart wrapped around my torso.
I had cut my hair in a choppy style. It was short all over; barely even reaching my shoulders. It was so much easier to keep it that way, since if you had longer hair as a human; you had longer fur as a wolf.
I went through the first few periods without shaking the feel of trepidation. I wandered into the cafeteria about 10 minutes after the bell went. Some people turned to stare at me as I walked with my head down to my table in the corner, but most kept conversing with their friends or chomping their food. Then the stench hit me like a tonne of bricks. Bloodsuckers. I kept my head down and continued walking as my fists began to shake.
My ears zoned in on them. They weren't moving, were barely breathing and were not talking. Dangerous and pretty uncontrolled then. I sat down and glanced through my short fringe. What I saw tore my heart open.
There were five disgustingly beautiful beings staring off into space, not moving or even acknowledging anyone's existence.
They were back. And I was screwed. My eyes were immediately drawn to Edward. A shiver went down my spine. It was cool and warm at the same time. I felt a pull, a need to be near him, even if I couldn't touch him. Just to be able to breathe in his scent would suffice.
My stomach began flipping and my heart pounding. My head spun and ears rung. I was once told what imprinting felt like. I was told it felt like a thousand steal cables are connecting you to one person – they were wrong. It wasn't a thousand – it was a hundred thousand and they weren't steal – they were a much stronger titanium. I was bound to him.
Everything shifted to revolve around him. There was nothing but him. All the memories of his touches. All the whispers of sweet nothings in my ear. All the exchanged 'I love you's' and then those few simple words that kicked me when I was down. My dormant heart began to beat stronger, now having a reason to carry on pumping.
But then it was shattered. It felt like it was slowly being ripped apart molecule by molecule and then burned into ashes.
Jasper flinched and turned in my direction. My head was straight up and facing them, my eyes locked on Edwards form, not being able to look away and finding myself not wanting to look away. Jasper looked at me for a few seconds before his eyes flashed with recognition and widened and his jaw dropped. Curious about his reaction Alice turned to see what he was looking at and immediately froze, staring at me. Everyone at the table had now turned to look. Even Edward. His eyes were hurt and in anguish. Alice leant over and whispered to Edward. "Do you think they're related?"
Edward shook his head and I felt the familiar jabbing on my brain. When I was human I couldn't feel it because of how crappy my senses were. I couldn't feel the intrusion at the front of my forehead, begging to be allowed in. I couldn't feel the slight cracks in my defences trying to hide themselves away from the probing presense. But now because my senses are so amplified I can feel pretty much everything.
I felt compelled to let him inside, tell him it was me and for a second I felt his presence seep through the opening cracks. I iced over. No. I would not let him in. My brain is private to me and me only. But I knew now it wasn't just private to me. Edward was in. I screamed so loud in my head and, as Edward flinched and pulled out of my mind, I thought that I might have hurt him. How dare I hurt him? I have no right! Who the hell do I think I am?!…what the fuck am I thinking?!
They were still staring at me and it was intimidating to think they would know it was me. They shouldn't even be back here. He said he would never return. I looked down and dug around in my bag for my new book, Generation Dead (Good Book…). I propped my Converse clad feet up on the empty chair next to me and began reading; well pretend reading. Truthfully I was just looking at the page and turning them when it seemed appropriate.
I 'read' as I listened to their conversation. Alice pulled over a tall girl. She had an aura of innocence around her, child like innocence. I knew from the second I saw Alice lock her eyes on her that I was in trouble. She seemed like she would be all too trusting in everyone and give anyone the answers they were looking for. "Can you tell us about her?" I assume she had pointed at me.
"Oh yeah, that's Bella Aterea. She lives in La Push." I felt the air around the cafeteria tense. "Her great grandma moved away from here a while ago, but I hear from my great gran that she's the spitting image of Bella. Swan, I think her name was. She was my great grandma Ange's friend." Ah, Angela Webber. "She married some bloke called Quil" – Okay. Gross! Married to my brother?! Where to people come up with this shit? – "and had a kid, who had a kid which is obviously that Bella's dad. Everyone here thinks she's a freak and avoids her as much as possible."
"She these has contacts that are mega bright green. Most people think she's attention seeking, but I don't. I think it's kinda cool."
She rattled off things like which classes I was in and how they think I'm poor because I don't have a car. That made me smirk slightly. I had more money that she could ever hope to earn in her lifetime. And I did have a car; I just preferred running. And even if I did drive to school I'd use one of my motorbikes.
"OI! Emo Girl! What you reading this time? Some other shit about vampires?" I glared at him…he was close though – it was about Zombies and forbidden love. But why does he always call me an emo?! I barely even look like one!
Thomas Newton. The fucker. I hate him so much, almost as much as Mike…almost but thankfully he isn't so much a puppy dog as he is a wanker. "Have fun cutting yourself last night you dirty emo." That was it. I had had enough of his shit. I stood up slowly, book still in hand and walked leisurely up to him, past the Cullen's who stiffened and turned towards me with wide eyes. My hands began shaking as I fought to control myself.
He was scared now. The bastard was cowering in his chair. I could even see sweat beads due up on his head. He nervously said "Hey, pack it in you emo bitch, your scaring the new kids." I looked him dead in the eye and said in a lethal whisper:
"Who said I don't already know them? And they're not scared. You're the one about to fucking piss yourself you preppy fuck." With that I slammed my hand down on his nose, only wishing I could hit him harder than I just had. The lunch room erupted. This was not my first outburst, so everyone gathered to see the show.
Even the Cullen's did and I felt ashamed to do this in front of Edward, my imprint, but at this point I couldn't care less. I grabbed his bleeding head by his greasy dirty blonde hair and smashed it down on the table twice. I could hear teachers trying to defuse the situation, but they couldn't get to me because of the crowd.
I threw him on the floor in a bloody heap and 'accidentally' but very accurately kicked him in his bullocks as I walked back through the crowd. They parted like the red sea... we not like the red sea, but like I was running to the checkout with a family sized pack of toillet roll screaming, "Move out my way!" I rushed to my backpack, shoving my book in and running out the school. I could hear people following and shouting for me to come back.
I swerved into the forest and began to run to La Push. I heard with my super sensitive hearing, someone speeding on light feet towards me, chasing me like a cat chases a mouse. Vampire. Fuck. I began to shake uncontrollably as I crossed the boundary. I turned my head as I was running away and caught a glimpse of my imprint staring after me with a pained expression that would haunt me in my dreams.
As I ran I slipped on a few piles of moist leaves and stumbled over a random root I'd not seen. I heard a car prowling down the road, heading toward Forks. I recognised the purr of the engine to be Embry's and ran towards it, stopping it just before it passed the boundary line. I slid into the seat as he turned on the road and gunned it back into La Push.
I glanced at my usually boisterous companion and was taken aback when I saw his grim, morose expression.
"Embry?" I said questionally; fear making my stomach crumple into a tiny little knot. "What's wrong?" I tried again. He didn't reply for a few seconds making my anticipation peek. Then he said something that made my heart stop.
"Quil's in hospital."
No! Not Quil!
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