A/N: Bonjourno… This is another chapter! MOO HA HA!! I've written this as easily and
non-cryptically as humanly possible. I don't have Stephenie Meyer's mind, but if I did, everyone would be worried! Ok, this is complex, the placing of the characters had to be done well, but, knowing my luck, it'll probably sound like, "Slartybartfast gloople shnip!" Or just that… Well, you'll see…
Chapter Eight
"There is a hospital around here, they're used to not getting information. He could catch pneumonia. And someone turn that light on will you?" There was talking going on around him, voices he didn't know. As Arthur opened his eyes, he realised it was darker in there then it had been in the vampire's house. There were large males gathered around, russet skin, black hair and too muscly to fit in the room properly.
"Ahh, he's awake." An older man in a wheelchair carted up to the muggy prince.
One of the large males with scruffy short hair turned out to be pushing the man along, "We should take him back. But keeping him away from them for the time being would seem like the best thing. I'll go tell Bella, if that's okay, dad?" A teenager looked to his father for the guidance. It was odd for Arthur to see a bond that wasn't hindered by, well, anything. A human father, son relationship, not like those vampires that had harmed one of the few people Prince Arthur trusted and, he hated to admit it, cared for.
As soon as the father nodded, the darkish skinned male dashed out of the room, slamming the door, shaking the little hut. A woman with the same skin appeared in the doorway carrying a glass of water with a straw spinning around in it, her hair long and black. She had three, long, scars on the right side of her face, but a smile to prove they didn't bother her.
Crouching down beside Arthur, she convinced the prince to drink some of the liquid to help hydrate him. One of the large men walked over and knelt beside her, kissing her on the cheek and whispering something to her. Nodding, she stood up, gave Arthur another smile, then walked out. She did this just in time for another woman to enter through the front door. "HA! What do you think I'm an idiot Sam? I can smell her." The woman had short, glistening, black hair and perfect copper skin.
The man kneeling beside the prince sighed and stood, looming above her, "I don't want us to drift further apart Leah, even if we're in different packs, our objective is the same now." Sam had a calm voice with a hint of sadness and reasoning layered within it.
"You can't feel stop feeling helpless now I'm over you; Quil, my brother and I are now with Jacob. This changes nothing." Her tone had calmed down miraculously, matured. Nodding to the prince, she clearly stated, "The vamps are fine with us keeping an eye on him. Seth, go tell mom we'll be out for a while, and that she can mingle with the newborn's father for a bit." She spun around to the man in the wheelchair, "Jake says you should go to Charlie's keep an eye on him." Taking a seat on the floor beside the sofa Arthur was tightly strapped to via the blanket, she made it known she had a duty to be there.
The thoughts running through Prince Arthur Pendragon's head were trivial, the norm. Who are you? What am I doing here? Why am I here? And what is this, 'here' place anyway? The first time he spoke, he felt like he had swallowed shards of glass, "I demand you untie me." He struggled to release himself from the binding he found himself in.
"Whoa! You're not going anywhere Mister!" The short haired female held the prince down.
One of the males huffed, "Come one sis! It's not like he'll run off, and even if he did, we'd catch him before he left this room, let alone the res." With that, Leah let Arthur go, as the boy who spoke pulled the blonde prince up into a sitting position.
Leah had a scowl upon her face, "Okay, Seth, if he does escape, I'll torment you in the best way possible. Through my thoughts." This confused Arthur, whom was being force fed more water by the scarred woman, whom had re-entered the room. Leah turned to the blond prince, "So, you're Prince Arthur? Awkward much? Um, I'm Leah." She huffed with thought, "So, where's Merlin?" She might've meant this as a joke, but Arthur expressed great disapproval towards the words, scowling at her.
"He's in a building surrounded by," He breathed slowly, "Vampires. The bloodsucking parasites that drain those less fortunate, making mere mortals demons." Leah laughed and clapped in approval, with a face portraying pleasure from the words that had just left Arthur's lips.
The man in the wheelchair approached, weaving between the people, "You know, you're very lucky that they warned us, otherwise you would've died, and they said Merlin's getting better. Never stops asking about you. But you can stay here with us for now. Try and blend in, have fun. I may even tell you legends of my people. You know all about Camelot, too, no doubt, maybe a trade is in order." He had a smile spread across his face, true interest had filled his eyes.
Knowing something would be good, as far as Arthur was concerned, so he smiled slightly and nodded. Some of the people left the room after an hour of storytelling, it bored them, seeing as they had heard the stories of the Quileutes many a time before, and did not wish to sit through the whole thing again. It wasn't that they got bored, it was just, the legends were special, and hearing them again and again would diminish them, deeming them worthless. And, truthfully, it was the only thing all of them had the same.
After Billy finished explaining the treaty, it was Arthur's turn. The truth of what was once legend, encased the Quileute. A life full of fighting, all magic was banned, even the natural stuff, when someone cast a spell, whether for good or for bad, they died. Anyone who tried to uproot these laws, too, would die. Mystery and adventure all different. This made Billy feel grateful that he did not live in those days. And then, he mentioned something Billy couldn't mishear, although he wished he did. He heard mention of a group vampires.
"Maybe I should warn Jacob, one second." Billy wheeled himself out of the room, then out of the front door. There were mumblings and he returned. "They're spreading the word."