Chapter 1: Stormy

I ran, my paws pounding on the dirt on the back roads. I couldn't be back there with Ella and her oogling Jake. I had told myself not to mind it over and over again, and even though she was passionate with me and said my name, I could see Jacob's body and face in her eyes, so I had made it my goal every session to go hard enough to force her eyes shut.

I stopped, sickened with how much I was obsessing with it. I was disgusted with myself for using force on her because of my stupid paranoia. It wasn't a literal thing, I guess. I was paranoid and always managed to warp the picture in her eyes, turning my own image into Jake. I was a disgusting person. Walking off to the side of the road, I changed back and removed my sweats from around my leg and slid them on. Canada, the aye State whose main language was French…I knew I shouldn't have taken Spanish all of those years.

Keeping my t-shirt and muscle shirt wrapped around my leg and wrapped my hoodie around my waist; I stepped forward, trudging barefoot along the trail. I didn't want to hit town. I had heard stories from my father about how polluted the air was. That was over a hundred years ago, I could only imagine how polluted it was now.

I hugged the dirt roads around the boast for an hour or so, then decided that it wouldn't kill me to step in a smoke screen and lose my lungs. I mean, humans lived there, they always breathed the air there. Turning I made my way into town. It was different –seeing how I've never been to Canada before in my life- than Forks or LA Push. There was no rain, and it was one hell of a hike getting here!

I roamed around, feeling like a circus freak as everyone stared at me, whispering amongst each other in French. God I hate people! Stopping I looked around, counting how many people were talking about me. I managed to count a total of 25 people, just on one side of the street.

"Hola?" I shrugged. I felt like an idiot, but that got people to start moving again. I sighed. Why Canada? Why Seth did you have to go to Canada. I girl from the side of the road came over to me, a smile on her face. Here comes the shanking!

"You aren't from around here are you?" She guessed. Oh my God! I wasn't the only freak! She was speaking English too! I nodded, afraid to speak. She smiled. "Neither am I. I moved here from South Carolina with my husband a few months ago." I stared at her. "Don't you speak English?" She questioned, looking almost as worried as I felt.

"Yeah." I replied simply. She smiled again.

"You got a place to stay?" She shifted her purse my eyes glued to her movements. Calm down Seth! She isn't going to kill –or rape- you!

"No." I muttered again. Reaching forward she laid a hand on my shoulder, her icy hands burning me.

"Well you can stay with my husband and me if you'd like?" I nodded. She was offering me a place to stay. And I still felt like a corn-hole in winter! "Oh, my name is Stormy Sweetwater." She greeted, her hand still on my shoulder.

"My name is Seth Clearwater." I replied, looking at her hand. She took her hand off of my shoulder and pressed it against my forehead.

"You're burning up." She said worried. "You have a fever!" She squealed again. I moved away and put my hand to my forehead. Great! Now she was going to try and take care of me because I'm sick.

"No, I feel fine really." I chuckled. "It's nothing." She shook her head.

"No, it's not nothing! You have a fever! you could die!" She grabbed me. I shook my head. Time to lie.

"I've always been like this. I just run a little hotter than everyone else." I wondered if this was going to work. She looked at me confused.

"What do you mean?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side. I sighed.

"When I was a little boy the doctor found the problem. He doesn't know what it is, but he's been keeping me under surveillance for the past few years for unstable activity. He's thinking on getting me off of surveillance seeing how my condition is stable." Nice going Seth! Now all you have to do is think up a lie for the other wolves incase she ever meets any of them. Not like it was ever possible…well, it wasn't possible for her to meet the Indian werewolves, but the Chinese –seeing how there were like millions of them- then yeah, I was guessing she would have a better chance meeting one of them. Hopefully she'd meet Eng and not one of the new recruits. That would be a mythical kick in the balls if she did.

Eng had been alive long enough to know that telling someone what you really are –whether it be a wolf or a vampire- was a really big no no. That would be like a druggy walking up to a police officer in the middle of the road and saying "Hey man! I'm smoking weed right now" with a stupid smile on his face. I can practically guarantee what would happen. The officer would take out his night stick and slap you in the face with it. Knock your stoned butt out and drag you away. Eng would be the druggy hiding in the alley way smoking his brains out on Copless Avenue. One of the others would be the stupid stoner who waltz's up and tells the cop exactly what he's doing, where it's stashed and who he's sold it too. No common sense puns here.

"Actually, I'm not the only one who has this disease." I replied. She looked at me confused, slightly worried. "I was usually alienated in school, same as my sister until we found a group of kids just like us. We kind of became a little gang of our own." Gang, clique. You have the preps, dweebies, stoners, jockies, emo's and hot heads. Hmmm. One of these just doesn't belong here! She smiled at me.

"You have a sister?" I stared at her expression confused. She looked…overjoyed…WHY?! I nodded and pulled away.

"Well, I had a sister." I replied, remembering that Leah was dead. It was still so hard to get over it even though it had been twenty years ago. She gasped and snapped her hand over her mouth.

"Oh no, what happened?" She questioned, looking upset. How did she die! Oh my god! I couldn't tell her

"Oh yeah, she was in the field dancing with vampires and was stripped like a banana." That would get me a mythical kick in the balls. Hell, she'd probably get mad at me, tell me that if I didn't want to tell her then all I had to say was I didn't want to talk about it, then she would have found a cup of soda or water and dumped it on my head, and I really didn't want to be stuck in Canada with a bunch of French people. But how to kill off my sister! I had been a werewolf so long that I wasn't sure what killed humans or not. Well, duh, everything killed humans, but I've been around the paranormal so freaking long that getting bitten by a vampire was normal. I NEEDED HELP! I looked around. I needed an example, but every time I tried to think of something, all I could think about was Mayella...Ella, Ella, aye aye...GOD I HATED THAT SONG! Wait! Mayella! Jake! Billy! Billy was in the car accident and became crippled! He could of died! That's how I could kill Leah!

"She was on her way back from the prom and she had a head on collision with a few cars." I replied, shrugging my shoulders as if I didn't care. She looked at my with a sympathetic look and whispered an apology. Now I felt like dirt. Off in the distance the chiming of a clock went of, making her jump. She looked off and gasped.

"Oh no! It's already 4?" She squealed. "I only have a few more hours to get dinner finished and to clean the house!" She grabbed my hand and started down the sidewalk, jogging, her high heels clacking against the cement. We swerved around people -and traffic- until we reached this large, ritzy looking hotel. She pushed the doors open and held them open for me. I hesitated, then stepped inside. I followed her as she made her way across the lobby and up the stairs. The man behind the desk called to her. She stopped. The man signaled her over. She sighed. "Hold on, I'll be right back." I nodded and watched as she walked over to the counter. She was a really nice woman, a little too friendly but she was nice. She was pretty too, but every time I tried to focus on her beauty, I kept thinking about Mayella. Comparing her eyes, her lips, her nose, her scent. Even her voice. I looked down at the floor. I missed Mayella terribly right now, but I didn't want to get in hers and Jacob's way. I knew they loved each other, and I would just be in the way. "You ready?" A voice interrupted. I looked up and saw her standing there, a smile on her face. I nodded. Turning she pushed the button on the elevator and waited for the doors to open.

Opening, she stepped inside. I followed her, but kept quiet.

"So what was that about?" I questioned after a few moments of cheerful elevator music. She smiled.

"He told me that he was going to call my husband and tell him that I had you with me." She replied. My heart leapt. I didn't want to get in the way of a marriage. I already knew how that felt. Reaching forward I pushed the button to get me off at the next stop. "What are you doing?" She questioned, looking at me confused.

"I don't want to be the end of your marriage." I replied, looking at her. She stared at me confused for a second then laughed.

"Oh sweetie, Pierre won't mind." She giggled. I shook my head and didn't reply. She looked at me with a sympathetic smile. Pulling out her cell phone she dialed a number. "Bonjour, Pierre St. Lou please. Gracie." She waited. "Hi honey," She put it on speaker phone. A man with a heavy accent laughed slightly.

"hello my love, how are you?" he was French, i could tell.

"I'm doing splendid my love. Oh! I met a young boy and he is all homeless right now and I was wondering if he could stay with us?" She questioned. The man awed like she was cuddling a kitten or something and laughed.

"My dear you have such a big heart, of course he can." He replied. She giggled.

"Thank you baby. Oh! How does Chicken Poutine sound for dinner tonight?" She questioned. He moaned and made a lip smacking noise.

"It sounds delicious my love. I will let you go though, I must get this catalog done for Mr. Geinz." She giggled and nodded.

"Alright sweetie, see you when you come home." He said his goodbyes and hung up. Folding up her phone she looked at me and crossed her arms, waiting for me to admit that I was wrong. I laughed and shook my head as she continued to look at me. "What did I tell you?" She said. I laughed again.

"Alright, alright, I admit it. I'm a paranoid butt wipe." She giggled and smiled.

"Nah, not at all, just, cautious." She ruffled up my hair. The elevator opened up and she stepped out after grabbing her bags. I followed her to a room and held her bags for her while she opened the door. Stepping inside she took the bags and headed for one of the other rooms. I gawked at it. It was a large, neatly taken care of suite. It was beautiful. "Make yourself at home sweetie." She called from the bedroom. I nodded. Walking forward I sat on a large fluffy couch, sinking down into it's comfy cushions. I smiled and stretched. Laying down I laid my head on a throw pillow and began thinking how lucky I was to have met her. Before I knew it, I was sliding into a deep sleep.