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A/N: longer AN at end, please enjoy. Oh and to explain for my absence, go to my profile =). Sorry guys, hope to update more. This is completely unedited also, and written rather fast, sorry if it sucks ass =( Oh and I lost my plot outline, so I'm just winging it now =] hehe


Seth's POV

And to think, today started off so well…

That is, the first 3 hours started off spectacular, then it all went straight to hell.

Thanks Jake…

I honestly didn't know what to feel as I was riding back home in my mother's car. Yea, the principal suspended us all for like 2 days, which was 'effective immediately'. Our parents were called, only Billy had to stay in the office longer than the rest of us, and as my mother was dragging me away, I heard the principal yelling something about expulsion…

"You just wait until your father gets home, honestly Seth!"

Yea, that was my frantic mother. She needs to just chill out, I had too much on my plate right now to have her bitching at me.

After all I didn't even do anything…

"What has gotten in to you this morning? The trouble you have caused your father and I…"

I tuned her out after that, she pissed me off saying I caused trouble, that I didn't want to hear anymore.

I was pissed, I was scared, I was happy, and I was sad.

Taking all that out on my mother probably wasn't the best idea, so I leaned my head against the windshield and closed my eyes.

Jake, why… why did you have to go and do this? I asked desperately in my thoughts. I fought back a tear that was swelling in my eyes. I wouldn't allow myself to break down here in the car.

I dreaded going home though, I wish this car ride would last forever. My father would be home later this evening, and I just couldn't take hearing his insults and prejudices without Jacob there to support me.

This was going to be rough…

"SETH!" my mother yelled, and my head jolted away from the window. "Were you asleep this whole time I was talking to you?"

She had a furious look about her, yet I could tell she was tired too. I must have dozed off as I drowned her bitching out. I looked around me, and the car was parked in our familiar shabby little car port, and mom was standing outside the car, driver's door still open.

"Sorry mom." I said in barely a whisper, I don't think I even heard myself say it. I opened my door and trudged inside the house, mom yelling at me as I went.

"Ugh, what the hell's going on?!" I saw Leah peek out of her door, apparently mom had woken her up. I'd forgot she even missed school today. She looked rough, probably worse than Quil had, well besides the blood. Her hair was matted to her head by sweet, she looked unnaturally pale, and there were dark bags under her eyes.

Shit, she needs to close that door, whatever she's got I don't mind her keeping it to herself.

"Sorry Leah," I turned around and saw mom rubbing her face, trying to calm down. I don't even know what she's been yelling. It's all jumbled together in an onslaught of cuss words and half sobs. She has no right to be crying anyway. "Just go back to bed dear."

"Seth, what are you doing home?" she asked, her sick eyes directed at me now. "You feeling sick to? What's mom bitching about now?

"Nothing, my boy…er Jake…" I still wasn't comfortable saying that around mom, I mean hell she just found out this morning. "beat Quil senseless for something he said, and I just happened to be near and guilty by association."

"Wow, Jake beat the shit out of him? What'd Quil do?" She asked, eyes wide and curious.

"Uh…nothing really." I looked behind to see mom had walked off into the kitchen and smelled the coffee she was brewing. "I'll tell you later, he was just being a prick."

I thought this was my chance to retreat to my room and hide under the covers until dad got home, but as I began to turn the knob on my bedroom door, my mom called for me. She didn't sound mad anymore, nor as urgent and frantic as she did in the car.

With hesitant steps I headed to the kitchen. I wondered if this was just a lure to get me to come in, then she would unleash it.

I rounded the corner into the kitchen, and I could smell cigarette smoke mixed in with Folgers. She hasn't smoked in forever, ever since dad had to quit. Made me wonder where she even got them.

"These are my emergency cigs." She says with a light chuckle, answering my question and exhaling a white cloud of smoke at the same time. "I keep them hid from your father."

I took a seat at our white kitchen chairs and laid my head down on the matching, yet cracked, fold away kitchen table. We weren't necessarily poor, and mom keeps the house relatively clean and tidy, but we weren't rich either. We lived by the policy 'if it ain't broke don't fix it'.

I felt the weight of the day, and everything that has happened so far rest on my shoulders, and I felt tense for the first time sitting under my mother's gaze.

"I'm sorry mamma…" I said, practically involuntarily, and felt my eyes sting with that saltwater promise.

"Seth…" I could hear her long drawn out sigh, another exhale of smoke, and she got up out of her chair from across me, getting a cup of coffee and leaning against the counter. "I should probably be the one to apologize."

I didn't want to say I agreed, so I just remained silent. I don't even know why I apologized, seeing as how I've not done anything wrong, not in my eyes anyway.

"Can we just talk about what happened today? I'm sorry for yelling earlier, so lets hear your story."

I really wasn't expecting that. I raised myself up from my arms and stared at my mother. I didn't know what to say. I mean she knew I was gay, but saying 'my boyfriend told his friends that he loved me and they called me a fag so he nearly murdered one' wasn't the conversation I'd like to have with my mother.

"Seth please, talk to me, talk to me about Jake, about what happened… please, while I can think straight." She begged, and I almost felt sorry for her. She seemed to be trying anyway.

"Well…" I started, summoning up all my strength to continue, "basically Jake told his friends that he um… well that he loved me, and they called me a… bad name," I couldn't say it, it seemed too taboo. "and Jake went into a frenzy… I'd never seen him like that before."

"I see." She tells me in a voice I couldn't decipher the emotions behind. She just took another sip of her coffee, then went to the fridge to get some creamer and sugar, her cigarette held high in her hand, trailing smoke behind it like some slowing train.

"Yea and I get in trouble for trying to stop him from killing that bastard Quil." I tensed then, waiting for my mother's scolding for cursing, but it never came. She sat back down at the table and worked on her coffee, the cigarette dangling between her two thin lips.

"Life's not fair sometimes kiddo." She tells me emotionlessly. "But that doesn't mean I need to be unfair also." she finishes and sets down her coffee and plants her hands on the table gently, looking at me.

I didn't really know what to say, I could only stare back and wait for her to continue.

"So, you really love him huh?" she asks, taking a drag on her cigarette.

"More than you know." I say lowly, looking down at my hands that retreated to fold in my lap. I wasn't ashamed, only sad that she couldn't accept it.

"How long?"

I look up, and she is looking at me again, a soft smile playing out on her lips.

"Um… I don't know when I first realized it." I say truthfully, might as well get it all out. "Probably since I met him, there's always and only been him…"

"I figured as much," She smiled, stubbing out the half smoked cigarette onto a plate and flicking it into the garbage.

"Huh?" I was dumbfounded, is she saying she knew?

"Yea, I never wanted to admit it, but I knew there was something else there…"

What?! She always knew? Shit…

"So, do you hate me now?" I ask, my eyes swelling up again. I couldn't take it if she said yes.

"Seth, of course not, honey." She was next to me in an instant, her hand on my back, kneeling down beside me. "I could never hate you."

"Then why did you get so mad, why don't you want me to be with Jake?" I asked as the tears spilled out over my eyelashes.

"Honey, its not that… its not that you're gay… its just I'm scared. I'm scared for you, I never wanted this life for you. I'm afraid its not something you can handle. Homosexuals are so discriminated against and hated in society today that I would never wish that upon my son. I want you to live a happy life…"

Strangely, I think I understand her. I think I see her side of the problem.

"I know it won't be easy, but without Jake… it would be harder…."

"Well dear…" she pauses and offers me a warm, accepting smile. "I guess you've made your choice, and I will support you. Jake seems to really care for you to, and I've always considered him a son."

"What about dad?"

"Don't worry, I'll work on him, he'll eventually accept it."

I cry some more, her words were exactly what I needed to hear, and I hug her as she wraps her arms around me. I thank her over and over again as I continue to happily sob.


Harry Clearwater was just heading home from a long day of work. He worked outside of the reservation for some logging company, but was still a valued member of the reservation.

Driving down the long road back to the res, the dark cloudy skies that forever sheltered Forks, WA, began to grow darker with the promise of night. Harry flicked on his headlights to his old Ford truck, and turned the radio up a little to drown out his thoughts.

This morning was to say the least a shock for the man. What are you supposed to do when you find out your son is gay? What are you supposed to do when you find out this tidbit of info the way Harry did?

Why don't they make handbooks for these situations?

Rubbing at his temples, Harry tries not to think about it. He doesn't hate his son, he just hates what he is.

What was that saying? Hate the sin, not the sinner?

Yea, that's how he felt.

He's sure he made his son feel different today though, the way he had blown up at the site.

"Why me… why can't life just be normal?" he asks himself out loud, oblivious to how abnormal life really was on the reservation… and well the world in general.

"What the he--" Harry started as his trucked slowed but his foot never left the gas pedal. He pumped more gas but his truck only slowed to a stop, tires spinning underneath, burning rubber and smoking up the road.

Harry quickly took his foot off the break and put his vehicle in park, rolling down the window to see just what got him stuck. I mean, hadn't he been driving on flat road? He drives this every day and never had problems.

Harry's eyes widened when he looked behind him to the trunk of his truck. There was, unbelievably, a woman. She was just a dark silhouette, but he could tell from the short and timid stature, and the wild darkened curly hair flaring out in the wind. He felt her staring at him through the darkness.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" he asks bluntly, stunned that this girl was the cause of his stop. She couldn't possibly have been that strong, but her hand was on his tailgate, which was bent back slightly, looking as if it was about to break off.

"I do grow so tired of answering those questions." The lady was at his window before he could even blink. He could see her perfect, angelic face clearly. Her hair was red, wild, and her eyes were a deep black. Inhuman.

"But, if you must know, I am Victoria." she said in a voice that sounded like she was singing.

"What the hell did you do to my truck?" it was hard for Harry to be angry at such a beautiful, fragile creature, but he somehow found his voice, and his fear and astonishment and anger came bubbling to the surface.

"Sh shshhhhh." Victoria quiets Harry with a single, cold, pale finger to his lips. He has no choice but to obey.

"You see, I am so very thirsty. I must admit my disappointment though. Any other night, I would not have chosen you for my meal, however, I will be gaining more than sustenance from you."

Her singsong voice turned cold and cruel, malice embedded into every syllable. Still Harry could not speak, he was terrified, and in awe, and frozen in fear.

"Your heart. It beats so slowly, and your blood. It has already began to become stale, your death was imminent even before our encounter." she chuckles as her form blurs in Harry's vision. In a split second she was behind him, in his truck, inching closer, and he was still frozen, petrified as to what this woman could do. She wasn't a woman, she was a demon, and Harry was the prey.

"You see, I've waited all day for you, built up my thirst, and here you disappoint me with this less than fresh blood. But I suppose if I waited any longer, you would be dead, and not by my hands. You see, I plan to kill your whole little family." she licks her lips, "I have this little problem… with your son. I plan to make him suffer in many ways, for he has caused me a great deal of trouble."

"You st-stay the he-he-hell away from my family, from my son!" anger rose in Harry's voice as he was told of this woman's murderous intent. He had no idea who this person was, why she was doing this, he had mustered all his strength and courage into that threat that he was unable to ask more. It was as if she had some type of hold over his body, paralysis, like the venom of a snake preventing its prey from moving or fighting back.

"Oh I'm afraid that I can't do that. But alas, my thirst is my first priority. I have drawn this out much longer than I'd like. I only planned to kill you and your family fast, your son's death will not be so merciful." and with that said, Victoria was upon Harry in a flash, biting his neck and quenching that thirst for blood and revenge against the Clearwater. Harry screamed in pain, but as his blood was sucked from his being, he began to grow quiet, and his eyes closed until he was in perpetual darkness.

"Ugh, I do hate the taste of stale blood." She mutters once she has had her fill, mouth dripping with the Native's blood. Harry laid limp at his wheel, and Victoria listened for his final heartbeat and smiled to herself.

"I guess I should make this appear to be a car accident of some sort. Wouldn't want the Volturi's involvement." Victoria took Harry's lifeless head and smashed it against the windshield, then jumped out of the car and with one hand flipped the whole vehicle to the side of the road, turned upside down.

She chuckled and walked back into the forest in the darkness.

"Now, only three to go. Don't worry James, you will soon be mine again. I'll get rid of this pest that has captured your attention. Yes, we can be happy once more once he is out of the way."


A/N: Okay, so I feel dark and disturbed after writing that. I hope you didn't think it sucked or something. I was going to have more to this chapter, but I wanted to post fast so I could get something up. Next chapter may be up soon and will have Jacob and Seth fluffy goodness, possibly. I hope this wasn't too disappointing, I'm trying to get back in the mood of writing, and I've been trying to get Harry's death out of the way for a while. Hope you guys liked it, please review and let me know, I need to know if ppl are still reading this haha

-DaringReality