Scared of Blood? by Maddyson Ruby
Pairing: Seth/OC
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit from this. All characters you recognise belong to Stephenie Meyer.
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Chapter 2
Garrett's POV
Hunting with the Denali's was just another new adventure for me. Something different to try and accomplish. I loved pushing myself to see what I could do. That was one of my problems with sataying in one place for more than a few weeks; it grew boring. Why stay in one place doing the same old thing? That was one thing I would never understand about the Cullens: their human charade. What was the point? Oh well... no matter.
As I ran through the forest on the Cullen land I caught a strange scent from upwind. It was bizarre. Similar to Renesmee in a way, I mused. It was a perfect balance between food and the most divine perfume. I pursued the scent and came accross a clearing in the trees. Spanning around fifthteen metres wide it was a little bit of paradise. My senses catalogued the small stream and looming trees but my primary focus was on the figure that lay on the edge of the clearing, right beside an impressive oak tree that could have been nearly my age. The figure, I soon realised was a woman. Her skin a milk chocolate colour; she was beautiful. She radiated a subtle luminosity that only a vampire or werewolf would have detected. It marked her for what she truly was. A vampire hybrid.
It seemed that Nessie wasn't as rare as had previously been thought. There was another in existence besides her in the form of this woman. She appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen with long black hair, but I knew appearances could be decieving. I, for one, did not look even a fraction of the age I really was. I assumed it would naturally be curly but as it was riddled with sticks, leaves and dirt it merely hung at odd angles, filled with knots.
Her clothing was little more than rags; the remains of a man's t-shirt, some worn out shorts and a pair of shoes held together with duck tape. Nothing much really...
I watched as she looked at me with bleary eyes. Yet under that haze lay pure fear. Then I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head and her be rendered unconscious. Perfect. Just what I wanted to do today - help out some vampire-hybrid hermit.
I picked her up carefully, doing my utmost not to jostle her too badly. Once she was safely in my arms I ran back to the big, white house of the Cullen's. It really was a very pretty house. I am man enough to admit that Esme did a bang up job on it.
Edward of course heard me coming, this meant that Bella would come to and by extension everyone that currently resided in the house.
I was swarmed by the vampires, all of them asking the same thing - what is going on? That was a question I wanted answering myself actually.
"What is happening?" Carlisle asked when he arrived on the scene. As soon as he saw me and my passed out charge his face morphed into a disapproving frown. "Garrett, you should not be bringing your meals home with you!" he admonished. I just stared at him in honest shock. THen I could help but burst out laughing.
"My food?" I asked once under control.
"Yes, why would you bring home some poor woman to eat?" he asked sadly.
"She's not food, Carlisle" I said condescendingly. "She is your granddaughter's saviour" I stated proudly.
That started up a whole chorus of confused vampires yelling their heads off. Again, my day just keeps getting better.
"Shut up!" Edward yelled uncharacteristically. His eyes were wide as he scanned thoughts and assessed the current situation. "Garrett is right"
Gee, don't sound so shocked! It's been known to happen occasionally. At my thoughts he rolled his eyes, yet another uncharacteristic occurence. What is this the twilight zone?
"She is a hybrid too" Edward stated, continuing on as though he hadn't heard me. Rude much? "She could save Renesmee" he finished still looking at the girl.
"Is all that in her thoughts?" Bella asked tilting her head to the side observing the girl keenly.
"No, I can't hear them" he admitted briniging about another round of shocked utterances.
"Bring her inside, Garrett" Carlisle ordered, gesturing to the door. "She'll get cold in your arms especially in those... clothes" he finished with distaste looking at her garments. Then the doctor wandered into the house mumbling about tests and how thrilled he would be to experiment on her. That wasn't gonna happen. No way, no hell. The only reason he hadn't tried that with Nessie is because of Bella and Edward. Oh and Jacob. Hell, if he took one step towards Nessie with any other intention then to measure her then he would be a pile of ashes on the floor before you could say "Crap!". Everybody in this house would fight for Renesmee, whether they would admit it or not, even old Stef and Vlad would.
Carlisle directed me to lay her on the medical table and then I went and stood sentry by the door.
"Is it true?" the werewolf, Jacob Black demanded storming into the room ffollwed by a pleading Seth. As soon as they were in the room they froze just looking at the girl.
Jake leaned closer sniffing, his eyes wide; alert. He reached out touching her left wrist, confirming her tempreture. He nodded to himself, a smile now on his face. As he turned to leave he walked straight into Seth Clearwater. Seth's gaze was fixated on the unconscious woman on the bed. She wasn't pretty at the moment, covered in dirt as she was but Seth clearly thought her the most amazing thing since he grew fur.
"C'mon Seth" Jake said, dragging the younger boy from the room. As soon as the door was shut again, Carlisle donned surgeon's gloves with a loud snap. Over the next hour he tested everything from her eyes to her veins. It came to light that she was de-hydrated, malnourished and suffering from extreme exhaustion. Poor girl...
"Imagine the questions you could ask... Who are her creators... Why is she alone... Who is she... How strong is she... Can she still procreate..." Carlisle mumbled to himself. He was talking of her as if she were no more than a mere lab rat not a person capable of thoughts and feelings. I knew then that I would have to watch him carefully in case he decided to do anything... questionable. I don't know why I felt so inclined to protect the girl but I did and wasn't about to question it. The girl seemed like she had no one so therefore I would be her someone. Nothing romantic just a friendly face. Simple as that.
