Broken Moon

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AN: OK, so here is Diego's POV. He is a cutie and I already love him! Enjoy. By the way, I apologize if there any mistakes or typos. I gave up after writing so many chapters in one day.

My Secret

Diego's POV

My name is Seth Diego Clearwater. I have always been a happy kid, a little contemptuous and cynical at times, but pretty much happy. I grew up in different parts of Central America and the Caribbean. I had an amazing life and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I also have a special ability and it is to implant foreign memories into a mortal's mind. I can also speak telepathically to a person, without any physical contact. I am chronologically nine years old, but physically, well, I look like I am in my mid-twenties. I am six feet and five inches tall. My body is lean and muscular; I look hot and sexy. My hair is chin length, since I don't like it too long or too short, because I end up looking even more like my father. My eyes are a smoldering dark brown and on occasion I have seen teenage girls and their mothers swoon when I pass by them on the street. I have a thousand kilowatt smile that could light half of the Western hemisphere and raise the dead. I guess that you are wondering how the fuck these things can be possibly happening to a hot-as-hell stud like myself. Am I suffering from a certain kind of diseases that accelerated my growth? Well, the answer is simply NO. And NO, you aren't in for a joke and NO, no cameras will be popping out from behind the trees to record your stupid expression of surprise, when I tell you my secrets. I am what you can call a hybrid kid. What's a hybrid kid, you may ask. Well, I don't have all the technical terms for it, but I am part vampire, part human and part werewolf.

Yes, all of those traits and my parent's good genetic pool helped a pretty hot guy like myself to be hot! I know what a shocker. So here is basically my life summarized in a couple of thousand words. You may know my father. The famous Seth Clearwater; the amazing werewolf that can find it so easy to befriend vampires, is indeed my dear father. My old man is the greatest. I have his name, practically his face, smile and the color of his hair and skin. I am the spitting image of my father, some would call us carbon copies, but that's where the line of comparisons is drawn. I am nothing like my father. I would have to agree with my angelical mother when she says that my character is more like my grandfather Jacob Black. I can be kind, courteous and polite to some degree, but I am the biggest cynic in the world.

I don't like to be included in conversations where people are trying to get you to opinionate in something that's trivial and stupid. I know that at times, I can be a douche bag. But I don't care about frivolous things like that. I am so fed up with trying to be a good boy that has to please a person, because that's what society expects and wants from you. Hell no, I won't fucking do it! I don't answer to anyone.

I mean, I respect people and especially my parents, because they are worth respecting. I obey my grandmother, because she is sweet and I have a soft spot for her. I mean who wouldn't when your grandmother was the sweetest person in the world and treated you like a king? My grandfather, let's just say that I don't like him that much. He is pretentious and annoying. My father says that it's because he is an Alpha (we have werewolves in our family, so try to keep up, please!). I can't stand being in the same room as him, one because I also phased and I am the Alpha of my pack, which only includes Seth Jacob and my sister Alexis Marie. I know, I thought that S.J. would've been the alpha, but his nature is more calm and collected, just like our father.

But, that's another story and I will get to that a little on another occasion. I love my brother and all my sisters, but I adore my oldest sister. I definitely worship the ground my Moon walks on. I love her with all my heart and I would die to make her the happiest person in the world. Why? Well, let's just say that while growing up, I wasn't the best little brother in the world. There were some complications and misunderstandings that led to Mallory Moon to have a difficult childhood. So, well, that pretty much describes me. I may come off like an asshole, but all that changed the day I met Ivory Michelle Ateara.

I still don't know how it happened. It's strange, but what happened today was not what I wanted in my life. I like the simplicity of my life. I enjoy the freedom that I had and now... well, now, things got even more complicated. I remember going hunting with my older brother S.J. and my sister, Alexis. We were the only werewolves in our group of siblings, so we enjoyed spending time together, hunting and scaring hikers. Also, Seth Jacob wanted blood, since that was part of his diet. I didn't know that when I returned to the house, I would find my imprint and Moon and mashed potatoes were going to occupy second place in my life.

I watched as Quil pulled his daughter and his son out of the kitchen and into the living room. My dad, S.J., Alexis, Mom, and grandfather followed after them, their expression tensed and mortified. They looked worried and for a second I was too. I felt empty and despondent when Ivory's face was hidden behind her dark hair. She didn't want me! Oh, what was I going to do if she didn't want me? My fears were causing me too much stress that was until Ivory Ateara spun around and pushed past her father's protective arms and ran into the kitchen again and placed her arms around me and wept.

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed brokenheartedly.

I was contemplating the thought of wrapping my arms around her slim form, but stopped. I wasn't ready to give in so easily. She looked up at me and smiled shyly behind her tears. I noticed that her eyes were a collection of different shades of brown that seemed to drown me and mesmerize me without my permission. Her pretty face was hidden behind a pair of glasses that were too big for her little cherub face. Her nose was small and cute, her lips were thin, but when she smiled at me, they became lush and plump, as if they were inviting me to kiss them.

"Why... why are you sorry?" I asked nervous, as I abruptly took a step back, causing her to lose her balance. I immediately leaned forward and caught her in my arm and held her steady. She held her breath, as her brown eyes stared longingly at me. Her small dainty hands rested on my broad chest and I felt my heart beating steadily.

"I-" she sobbed and looked down at her feet. "I didn't mean to make you imprint on me." she whispered and sniffled. "I know that you would never want to be with me, but I am so glad that you imprinted on me."

"These things are preordained." Moon said softly, as she walked up to Ivory and smiled sympathetically at her. "Don't worry, Ivy, things are going to be fine. I swear!"

I had forgotten that Moon was in the room. I only saw Ivory and she was the most important person in my world. Even my love for Mallory Moon, my adoration for food and desire to bother Alexis Marie, everything fell to second place. Everything vanished and all I cared in the world was the girl that stood in front of me, to be precise; in my arms. She stared at me with those blazing brown eyes, burning my soul and heart. I swallowed hard unable to speak. All I could do was stare and fall desperately in love with her.

"I know that you must be sad to have imprinted on me. I mean, look at me..." she said sadly, as she pulled away from me and inhaled deeply. She smiled at me dejectedly and took off her glasses. "I am nobody."

"Ivory," I whispered, shaking my head incessantly "You aren't a no-"

"Ivory," Quil said loudly, as he stood behind her. "Let's go to the living room and talk about this." Quil was glaring at me, as he touched his daughter's shoulder. "Come on, princess." he said, steering her through the massive kitchen and into the hall.

I touched my aching heart. I didn't know why I was hurting. This morning when I woke up, I was happy and I didn't feel any physical pain or emotional turmoil, like the one I was feeling. I looked to my side and found Moon smiling at me. I wanted to ask her what was so funny, but I didn't want to hurt my sister's feelings. She'd always been too kind to me.

"Come on, Romeo, let's go to the living room." she said, linking her arm with mine and guiding me to the living room.

"I don't understand how it happened! Last time that you guys were at my house, he totally ignored Ivy. In that bonfire last month, he ignored her and hooked up with that sleazy girl from Forks..." Quil said lividly as he stared at me. "When did he become a fucking werewolf...? Why wasn't I informed? I know that I am retired, but fuck, we are still friends... Damn, I tell you everything, Jake! And why did he have to imprint on Ivy? You know that she's smart. She doesn't need another player to break her heart."

"Quil, calm down, dude." Jacob said authoritative. "My grandson phased a few weeks ago. Since you stopped phasing and have been busy with your work and life, we didn't think that we should tell you. I'm sorry about that. But I vouch for my kid; he is not a bad guy. I know that he'll be a good imprinter to your daughter." My grandfather said, as he stood from the sofa and paced around the living room. My father was sitting quietly in one of the reclining chairs. His demeanor was relaxed, so typical of my father.

"I mean, we never thought that he was going to imprint on your daughter. This is a surprise to us." my dad added. "But you know how these shits happen. And you shouldn't be so angry at my son! You imprint on Claire when she was two. Plus, give my kid a break. I know that he'll be a wonderful imprinter."

I was attentive to their conversation, but my eyes wandered to where Ivory was sitting. She had a baggy sweater over a long skirt that hid her wonderful figure. She wasn't ugly, in fact, she was beautiful, but I could tell that her self esteem had taken a lot of hits.

"But why on my little girl?" Quil gnarled. "There are so many girls out there! Why my little girl."

"I don't know!" Jacob replied. "But I am glad that it was your daughter. She knows our secret and she won't react negative towards my kid."

"Bullshit!" Quil said crossly and turned on his seat to face me. "You," Quil said, as he stared at me angrily. "If you ever hurt my angel again, I will fucking kill you with my own bare hands."

"Dad, please!" Ivory pleaded sadly. "Let's just go and forget that this ever happened." she said, as she played nervously with her hands.

"I won't hurt her." I whispered, taking a step closer to my grandfather Jacob. "I mean, I, look I didn't know this was going to happen. I didn't expect to imprint on your daughter. I don't know how imprinting works and how am I supposed to react... but I do know that she has nothing to worry about. I am hers and I won't hurt her. I would rather die than hurt her. Her happiness, protection, stability, her joy and damn, I don't even know anymore, but I do know that I want her to be happy. I want to provide her with happiness."

"Well, you fucking imprinted on her and I'll be damn if you hurt her. You are a young werewolf and they can't control their rage and phase at the most inopportune times." Quil fumed. "I don't want Ivory Michelle to hang with him, not until he can prove to me that he can control his anger and not hurt her."

"Well, that's true, young werewolves can phase easily if they are angry, but," Jacob said, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at Quil. "But, here is the kicker; my kid is not like that. He has superior control over his anger. I guess that he inherited it from Seth. He can control his phasing. I can vouch for him. Your daughter is safe with him, Quil."

"I have to see for myself, Jake." Quil sneered.

I ambled towards the couch Quil was sitting and sat on the coffee table. "I know that I am young and I... I won't apologize for imprinting on her." I said, staring dreamingly at Ivory. "It happened and neither of us is responsible for it. Like Mallory Moon says, these things are preordained... I don't have a saying on it, but I do have a saying on the fact, that I won't hurt her. I won't trample on her heart. I will make her happy. I don't have anything to be sorry for, in fact, I have to be thankful that I found my better half. I have the person that makes me complete. But I do want to apologize for making you angry. I never meant to be disrespectful towards you or your family. Regarding your daughter, she'll be protected and adored by me. I won't hurt her. Her happiness- I live to see a smile on her lips."

Ivory smiled sweetly at me and then looked down at her hands. "I'm not sorry that it happened, either!" she said shyly, as she pushed her glasses a little higher on her nose, with her index finger.

"I'm glad." I said sincerely.

"Don't even think that I will let you alone with my daughter." Quil said seething.

"I only ask that I get to see her, if you let me of course." I said, admiring my imprint.

"Is Diego being kind?" Addivani scuffed, as she placed her daughter on her other arm. I didn't even notice that she was there too. Shit, the only thing that mattered to me in that instant was Ivory.

"Shut up, Addison." Allegra hissed. "He imprinted!"

"Whatever," she sneered. "This is none of my business. I'll see you later. Good luck, hermanito (little brother in Spanish)."

Addivani handed Chrissy to Moon and walked out of the living room. Moon shrugged and kissed Chrissy on the cheek. My niece cooed happily and pointed at me. "Addivani won't ever change. Let's hope that you are a sweet little girl!" Moon whispered.

"She's a pain in the ass if you ask me. I can't believe that we are identical and share the same genetic material." Allegra said annoyed, as she watched her identical sister disappear through the hall.

I turned my attention to Quil and he looked menacingly at me. "All I know is that my children are my life and my world. If you make my princess sad, hurt, angry or even..."

Ivory stood from the chair and placed her hand on her hip. "Dad, I am old enough to speak for myself." Ivory said softly. "Look, Diego, I don't mind being your friend. I know that you'll treat me with respect and well, I know that I am safe with you. I have faith that you and I will have a smooth transition in this imprinting business."

"Thank you, Ivory." I smiled.

"Please, call me Ivy."

"Ivy," I whispered. Her name rolled on my tongue like the sweet taste of strawberry. "Ivy, do you want to go out with me?"

"Are you crazy?" Quil shouted, as he stood from the sofa and launched himself at me. He landed on top of me, as he pounded my face with his fist. I didn't fight back. My eyes rested on Ivory's perfect face. She was hurting and I was the cause of it. Not even fifteen minutes from imprinting on her and she was suffering.

"Dad, stop!" she cried in anguish. "You are hurting him! Please, Dad, let him go!"

"No, I'll kill this bastard." Quil gnarled, as his fist came into contact with my face.

"Quil," Seth Jacob growled as he pulled Quil off me. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you jump my brother? He only wants to be close to your daughter. You are acting like a fucking idiot! You should know better than anyone that imprinting is vital for a werewolf. My brother won't hurt your daughter!"

I heard my sisters gasping in surprise and my little niece crying loudly. "Take Chrissy outside, Moon!" my mother and Nessie cried.

"Stop hurting my brother!" Alexis sobbed.

There was a loud commotion and all I could do was lay on the floor, feeling the warm blood ooze from my nose and lips. I could've easily defended myself, but I didn't want to hurt my Ivory. She was so scared as she gazed down at me. Her hands clasped over her mouth in surprise. My eyes continue to stare at her lovingly, silently wishing that she'd not witness such a horrible scene. My heart was aching for her. I didn't want her innocent eyes to stare at me with pity. I didn't deserve her compassion or affection.

"Calm down, Quil." my dad grumbled furiously. "He didn't do anything wrong!"

"Look, I don't have anything against you two..." Quil inhaled deeply, and turned to face me. "I've seen how kids like you played with my daughter's feelings. I won't tolerate shit like that. My daughter is my world and I will be damn if you touch her or-"

"That's enough!" My grandfather Jacob shouted, his voice booming in the room. "Quil, my kid didn't do anything wrong to merit this kinda of behavior."

"Yes, he did!" Quil snarled. "He knows that my daughter is cra-"

"Dad, stop it!" Chase interrupted, as he pushed himself past Seth Jacob, my grandfather and my dad. "Seriously, Ivory is eighteen, she can chose who she wants. And it's not like this kid will hurt her. He's her imprint. What happened before is pointless! He didn't even know she existed... Forget about it; give him another chance, please. You know that Diego will protect her, just the way you've been protecting mom all these years." Chase said, trying to reason with his father.

"Get off me!" Quil screamed, as he pushed his son away from him. "Let's go!" he ordered his kids.

"Dad," Ivory cried defeated. She looked down at me, since I was still on the floor. I was unable to process what had happened. I didn't understand what Chase was talking about. "Look, Diego, I do like you a lot, but if this is going to hurt my father, then I don't want to pursue a relationship with you. I am so sorry, but I can't!" she sobbed, as she turned around and ran out of the living room, taking my whole entire heart with her and leaving me with a faint memory of her smile.