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"It wasn't long back," he began solemnly, "that I lived somewhat a normal life. I can still remember those days clearly, yet it feels a whole lot longer than real life.
"Anyway, I was walking home after a long run when the accident happened. I used to run a lot back then and even became the fastest runner around town. Yet, my pace could stand no match against the thing that chased after me that late night. The next thing I knew my body had been thrashed about and scarred terribly as if something decided to play with my body like a toy. At first, I thought I was lucky to find myself still alive after finding all of the deep cuts and wounds the thing left on me." At that moment, the boy unrolled one of his sleeves to reveal a number of both white bite and claw marks. The marks nearly consumed every inch of his skin leaving hardly anything bare.
He continued, "My mother fixed me up the following morning, having been terrified to death when I never came home. It was just my mother and older sister at the time. My father had been out in the war in Iraq. After my mother had spread word of my attack, it seemed I wasn't the only one having been attacked the night before. The only exception was, no one ever found the bodies of the others. Warning and stricter securities grew heinous in our small town to the point where all families were to be kept inside by nine. But, because this incident had only happened once, no one really paid much attention to it. I for one didn't much abide by the new rule either . After several weeks, I decided that it was all just some wild dog attack and wanted to move on with my life. It was summer at the time and I spent some of my time in AP classes and the other running as well as work. My whole family had their jobs and we were doing well, especially with my sister and my helpful input. I had almost forgotten completely of the attack when I was on another one of my runs and started to feel. . .different. I had tarted to have these pangs going through my chest and it was certainly not because of my running pace. After several moments, I later began to feel the real pain and intensity blasting through me. The next thing I knew I was falling to the ground before blacking out.
"The next day I found myself sprawled out somewhere in the middle of the woods." He shook his head. "Easily one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I had lost all my clothes and had no clue where I was. I finally figured out after some time that I was just outside my hometown in the mountainous range of Maine. You could only imagine how frightened my mother had been once I returned back? A cop, of course, had found me and drove me the rest of the way home. While at the same time setting it straight that the police and neighbors had been looking for me all night and morning. Apparently there had been several sightings of a beast about.
My mother, now tramautized had set an even stricter foot on our boundaries, and kept an even more watchful eye on her children. Almost every hour she would call both my sister and me to make sure where we were and how we were doing. As you can see, she was a very concerned parent. And, she didn't like my running late at night so she set a ban on it for any time past dark. But, I was careless back then and even with the memory of myself waking up naked and stranded in the middle of the woods wasn't enough to keep me from my constant runs. So I snuck out and made my way down to the town park where there was a three mile long trail for runners. I did this for several days before I went through another terrible relapse. . .
"This time I found myself in my bed but unable to remember actually ever returning home from my long run. I had been absolutely exhausted from last night still but was puzzled for exactly how long I had been out. I was about to return to sleep when I noticed my clothes. Simply sprawled out on my bed, I had noticed myself barely clothed with only shreds of garments to cover me. Not to mention, the stained color red dried out over everything. I realized then that something was wrong.
Later that day, I had found my mother worrying over my sister who had yet to answer her calls. She usually went to work early, but the shop called in and said she wasn't there. My mother was again horrified.
"I tried not to worry much about it, at that time, knowing from her history that she often, like myself, snuck out occasionally to do her own thing. She went to her parties and dates, and I went to the trails. I wanted to think the battery to her phone was dead and she was either skipping or her car had broken down or something. Nothing nearly as tragic as the news I soon come to find out. . .
"Out of all people, it only seemed ironic for me to find her first. Coming back up upon my trails, a new sense came upon me. It had been two days since my sister's disappearance and no one had yet to find any trace of her. . .The sense again, I'm almost forgetting, turned out to be a scent. Never in my memory had I carried such a sense of smell, yet followed it instinctively to its source. I went about a mile or two out upon the abandoned trails when I found out exactly what it was. . ."
Jasper looked at him deeply and understood already what it was he saw. He nodded gravely. "I see."
The boy closed his eyes, trying to behave right. "Not much was left of her. Her body had been decayed and picked on by I did't know whether bugs or animals. How she died, however, I had no idea at the time. One thing was for sure though; my sister, Rachael, was dead.
"After much investigating and diagnoses, the doctors determined Rachael's death by excessive bite marks and clawing. Her wounds had run deeper than mine and it turned out to be the end of her. My mother had fallen into despair.
"'It was clearly due to the wild animal,' the doctors explained to my mother and me while visiting the morgue. My mother continued to cry obsessively while I stood in the dark shaking. The moment they said an animal had done this, I was starting to put two and two together. The bite marks. The claw marks. The dry splatters of red all over my body and clothes the morning I woke up. When I thought about it, I could recall the same familiar rustic blood type running through my nose the morning I woke up in my room.
"I had caused my sister's death. I was the beast.
"At that moment, I couldn't stand being in the same room with my mourning mother and dead sister. They all thought I was just upset - and I was - but also really troubled. So many questions ran through my head at what I was. I couldn't take it. And the thought of going back home didn't seem like an option anymore either. The fact that I had caused both my mother and sister's pain was by far too unbearable to endure. So I left. Like the fantastic runner that I was, I ran as far and as fast from that town as possible. I didn't care where I went or how I would manage. I just took off and hoped to only spare my mother of whatever pain I left after. I had felt it was better she cry now with also my sister gone than later. It was also just in case for her own safety. I couldn't trust myself anymore, so it was better I thought to leave and spare her than stay and run the chances up of also hurting her. The thought that I had actually murdered someone, especially my sister, still continued to throddle me.
"I don't know how long exactly I had been gone, but when I did decide to come back I wish I didn't. What I thought had been a wise decision turned out to be a disaster. I had killed my sister, you see, by means I still couldn't quite understand yet. And when I returned home to the same place I had lived my whole life, I was surprised by the news that I had also killed my own mother."
Jasper raised an eyebrow. "What did you do?"
Samuel sighed. "Indirectly, I killed her I should say. But, nevertheless she died partly on the account of me. Neighbors had explained that the day after I left, word was received that my father was killed in combat. By then, my mother had already assumed the beast had victimized me as well. Too overwhelmed by then to handle it anymore, she jumped off a cliff in the thrashing waters off shore. Visitors found her body shortly after."
"That's terrible."
He nodded. "All she wanted was for us to be safe and even with her extreme efforts, it wasn't enough. I was fourteen at the time. By then, I wanted nothing else to do with that town and deserted to as far off a place as possible. Not long after, I found myself across the Atlantic Ocean and travelling over the Pyrenees. I tried as often as possible to be away from people, but that soon seemed to be impossible.
"My travels from there are quite vague. Most of the time I found myself wandering through scarce areas where society didn't exist. It also became common for me to wake up in an unfamiliar area. The woods were most common. But, there was the occasional abandoned building, neighborhood roadway, even the backyard of someone's home. No matter the place, I was always lost.
"But, where was I going, I finally started to ask myself. That question alone made my uncertain blackouts less frightening. Because, I wasn't going anywhere you see. I was just moving along like a nomad. I didn't think about my school work, my old job, or making money or future. All that was gone the time I first figured out I was a murderer.
"I don't know how long it was next when I started to see myself as the beast. At first I thought it was all just a dream. But dreams don't keep going. I saw myself as the large animal I was and behaving exactly like one. I had no control over this thing that I was, and simply for some time observed what it did. I can't say I wasn't scared for the first few times this happened.
"Eventually, I don't know how much longer, I saw myself murder something new. From past experience, I had seen this side of me kill birds, deer, even bears. But, this time it turned out to be human. At least I thought so." He wrinked his nose.
"It was someone like me, wasn't it?" Jasper asked him.
"Yes," he replied dryly. "The next blackout occurred soon after and when I woke up again in my human form. I was laying right next to the thing I butchered. It was a horrible sight to see, but before I could make a move next another terrible scent ruptured my senses.
"She flashed into my sight like a swift deer. Wearing a black hooded cloak, there were wavy strands of blond hair and extremely pale skin right under. When looking up at me from the sight of the shredded monster, I gasped at the pair of red eyes taken place over her lovely face. I was shocked. I didn't know whether to be scared or stunned by her beauty. Part of me even felt embarrassed of my hygene." He shook his head. "And the fact that I wasn't wearing any clothes again. But, she didn't seem phased.
"'I see you've taken care of this one for me,' she remarked, walking smoothly over to the thing I killed. She was so young, I had observed, and felt somewhat ashamed of letting someone so naive and innocent take a moment to examine such a sight.
"'Don't get too close,' I called out, after she knelt down beside the rotten carcass. I didn't know why I was sounding so cautious, but didn't feel comfortable being near someone so terrifyingly beautiful and something so repulsive at the same time.
"The girl only smiled at my shout, as if what I'd said was amusing. She continued to gaze into the dead thing, acting as if the sight of it wasn't at all revolting. 'Ah hah," she said happily, picking something out from his wrist. It was a golden watch. "Looks like, Hernandez, you got exactly what you deserved." She'd smiled deviously. "Nothing like being tossed around like dog meat to settle the debts between you and I, huh?" She laughed, returning to her feet.
"I then realized at that time that this was no normal looking girl. Well, in fact, she did look extremely beautiful for someone so young, her voice, however, turned out to be far more advanced than the regular childish female should've been. At that point, I understood exactly what my barking senses were telling me minus the others that fell completely awed and protective of the girl. She was no better than the dead body I soon realized. The red eyes, especially, might as well have been a red flag.
"Without meaning to next, I had cracked through a growl. A vicious one, that had come out even frightening to me, caught the young girl's attention. Breaking the gaze from the disenfigured body, she again started to stare at me with some sort of amusement. 'Oh and you," she spoke as if I was some kind of dog - which I was,' I find it amazing you're still that! You haven't dared come and attack me yet." She raised an eyebrow. 'One of the first, I shall say.'
"'What are you talking about?' I'd questioned, shaking away the ferocious side of me that did in fact want to attack.
"A silky smile swept through her lips then giving me the impression that I was the prey. She had started to approach me swiftly again with this silence I soon realized wasn't normal. At that moment, she had taken off the hood of her cloak, revealing her full face and mop of hair. With a knowing voice, she'd said, 'You can't tell me you don't feel it. The crying urge to kill me - to tear my head off like Hernandez?' She gestured coldly to the cut up body.
"I started to become paranoid, wishing I was somewhere else than there. But, the pondering way she'd said things made me stay where I was. 'Do you know about me?' I can remember asking, wishing I hadn't right after. I couldn't think of any other way to explain it at the time.
"You?" she'd repeated quite amusedly. "Are you saying you have no clue what you are, kid?' It had felt odd being called just a 'kid' when clearly she looked a good few years younger than I, but I said nothing. I focused on the real deal.
"'Yes,' I'd answered which brought up another freakish chorus of laughter from the girl. From there I thought she was just going to keep on laughing at my uncertainty until I went through another one of my phase trying to control my functions. I guess it made her see that this wasn't a joke.
"You really aren't kidding then?" She had asked strangely seriously.
When I answered yes, she then simply mentioned it as a 'well no wonder' considering I hadn't yet tried to attack her yet. She had seemed so calm at the thought of death. I couldn't quite get it at the time. Heck, I still don't get it! But, nevertheless, she was the first one to tell me I was a werewolf. Both of us could smell our scents and they were no doubt terrible. She was brief about all the important details, but mentioned before she left that I should find a pack soon or else I would most likely never make it for much longer. She had said there was much of her kind huddled about in those areas we interacted, and she pinpointed relunctantly where the closest pack there was that I could find.
"After assurring me of the locations, she handed me over the vampire, Hernandez's, clothes and then asked me with a mature tone of voice. "Do you know why I'm helping you out, Wolf?'
"That was a good question, I had thought, at first, trying to understand more of the relationship between our two kinds and the one concerning us. She had said, 'Because you saved me from a job I'm not sure I could've fullfilled myself.' Then, she turned away and walked off in the opposite direction. I figured she was going to keep going straight until eventually disappearing from my sight, but she proved me wrong. Within a second of that time, I saw her dissipate into thin air.
"Following her directions, I tried hunting down the things that were supposed to help me. I figured they would be no different than me and would teach me how to cope with this life. The thing was I never made it. No more than three days or so since I talked to the vampire girl - who surprisingly was the first person I spoke to in a long time - I ran into some trouble. I was in my wolf form at the time slowly and intensely making it quickly in the location I was seeking. I was in a valley somewhere on the border of Italy. I was about to cover this grand river that was also in front of me when a new sense of smell came up. There was more than just one I knew and I started to panic and snarl at the same time. The next thing I knew out came the blond girl who had helped me out of nowhere. Several yards off I could clearly see her and she looked terrified. She ran like the wind, but so could I when I ran after her in the same direction east. But before I could trail her down another flashing being came close to my view and without meaning to I attacked it. Like the way I had done to that last vampire, I tore at it senseless. But, there were more I could smell, and my intincts went wild. The things gathered around me trying to corner me in before a deafening blast of pure pain captured my entire body. I went down regardless unable to protect either the girl or myself. Again, right after that, I blacked out.
"I woke up the next day imprisoned in probably one of the oldest cells one could think of. As it turned out, the girl vampire had been someone the Volturi had been hunting down for their own advantage and I just so happened to get in the middle of it. They would've killed me right then and there had the girl not 'popped' out no where before me and ask that they spare my life. At least that's what the guards had said. But, before I was noted of that information, I thought it had all just been a hoax. I thought her directions simply led me to that fate and I was just being kept as some prize or something. That's why the first few times she visited me I threw a tantrum. The other times I was either fully engulfed in my wolf instincts or later on too ill too care. They beat me senseless in there a lot of the time I was there - and I grew weak quickly from lack of food and hygene. One would think I was a jew being kept in a concentration camp. . .It was easily one of the worst times of my life. Part of me back then even used to think that this was simply God's way of making sure I died right in this way because of all the deaths I committed. It was just a theory.
"After many months I'm sure, I was finally allowed to leave that rotten small room, amazed with myself that I'd managed to survive that long. I was faced with an even larger clan of vampires with one side facing a much smaller one. The vampire girl was one of them. . .
"All I could remember next was the piercing sharp pain of teeth clashing into my neck and a scream.
"I thought I was dead. Sometimes I wish I was. I can't remember much after that, but I can remember that same girl being by my side the entire time. She was absolutely afraid for me. As you already know, your family kept me confined in a room helping me recooperate. Eventually, I got better. . .So here I am," the boy concluded finally somewhat awkwardly. He found it difficult to end this irony. "And, it wasn't until I got to know all of you that I finally got to know her full name."
He said it to himself just under a whisper.
"So that's it?" I asked calmly after a brief pause. "What about the pack?"
"Oh," he realized suddenly, "they've been great. I'm learning a lot from them - even though we're a little different." Jasper understood.
"Well, it's good to finally hear your story," I said, appreciating this openness he was finally able to reveal. In fact, he even seemed a little lighter now because of it.
He scratched his dark head, puzzingly. "I've never told anybody that before." He paused. "Ever since this - thing - happened I haven't talked to many people at all."
"It took a lot of guts to do what you did leaving your hometown," I acknowledged, realizing that unlike me breaking away from ones past life was a lot more difficult than the way I had it. I was born again into this monstrosity, slowly forgetting everything about my past human life. It became the very reason Elizabeth despised me the first time for not recognizing her. And yet, she had no problem recalling our history together. . .
"Yes, next to the time I spent imprisoned in that wretched cell, it was one of the most hardest things I ever had to face." He took a deep breath. "But, there's nothing there for me anymore."
"What about your running and school work?"
"I still run, which seems to be something even more mandatory now that I'm a werewolf. I fullfill it just fine. My school work, on the other hand, has been off balance for a while now. By the way," he shrunk away at the questioned, "can you tell me what today's date is?"
"How long have you been out of touch with time?" I asked, sensing that he's been missing the track of the dates for a while.
"The last time I checked it was on the day I left my hometown," the boy answered guility.
I shook my head. "And when was that might I ask?"
"July 29, 2009."
"It's been then one year one month and five days."
Samuel instantly turned to him, staring at me with a pair of solid black eyes. "So it's true. You all are as sharp as they say." He released a small smile then; the first smile I ever saw him make.
But, it didn't last long.
He glanced up at the rising dark night approaching. Fear again erupted from his gaze, as I once again understood what it meant.
"A full moon's coming," he said, his voice foreign.
I joined in his gaze, wishing there was something I could do.
Kinda long huh? Hopefully it was worth it though:) I had a lot of fun writing this chapter it really helped explain both of Samuel's past and some of Elizabeth's. Oh and just because it was a little vague, the part where Samuel felt a lot of pain when being cornered by the Volturi that was really Jane causing it.
...Now, speaking on behalf of Forgotten, I have to admit I've slowly been losing my inspiration for this story. So if you like it or still want there to be more updates, can you all please leave me some suggestions or ideas that I could use to continue it? Say anything at all you want about it even if you think the next chapter should be the very end. Anything at all is welcome:) So feel free to let me know, ask anything at all if there are any confusions, or if you want compliment how well or how much I need to improve my writing. lol
Well until next time BC ; )
Sneak Peak:
"Before we part," I said rising from my spot. I removed something from my pocket. "Here. Everything you want to know is in here. At least everything I know."
He took the two pieces that made up the book and regarded it carefully. "Why is it broken in half?" He raised an eyebrow.
I avoided his gaze. "That was partly my fault. . ."
I guess he understood because he didn't question me any further over it. "So you can't simply tell me?"
"I think you could find it much more intriging discovering what she has to say. I know I had and I wouldn't want to spoil it for you." I winked. "Now run along before it gets too late." He had already taken several steps away when I added, "Oh, by the way, there's something in there I think she would've wanted you to read first."