Claire's POV
The girl, Lacey I think, ran through the rain with me clinging to her like baby kola.
I didn't know why but I rather liked Lacey, despite the horrible things done to me by the demons in Abyss.
Eventually we reached a small shack that we entered.
Lacey put me down, grabbed my hand, and we walked towards the counter.
Looking around, I saw trinkets galore.
Necklaces, bracelets, books, post cards, it was all there.
"Where are we?" I asked in awe.
"At my aunt's shop. She can help you." Lacey whispered.
We reached the counter and Lacey picked me up only to plop me on it.
Behind the counter stood a beautiful woman.
Her black hair fell in waves behind her back, her eyes were like almonds and hazel green in color, and her skin was perfect and flawless unlike my own.
The only thing that interrupted her skin was that there were three scars running down her face, but it didn't take away from her natural beauty.
"Hello, Emily, is my aunt here?" Lacey asked.
Something told me that this woman, though she looked nice, couldn't exactly be trusted with the information of cambions.
So, I tried my hardest to look like a normal human.
I breathed, which was weird feeling, and looked around like I was lost.
Dameon, an older cambion who helped me escape, explained two things:
cambions were inhumanly smart
we don't look like we're alive because we have no pulse or breath until we were seven years of age.
"Why, yes, she's just in the back." The woman, Emily, said.
Her voice was high pitched and kind but it annoyed me, so when her back was turned and Lacey made to go with her expecting me to follow since she had put me back on the floor, I raised an eyebrow at Lacey.
"What?" Lacey asked in an annoyed, but still kind, tone.
"We're going with squeaky?" I asked quiet enough so Emily didn't hear.
"Yes." Lacey responded putting a hand over her mouth to quiet her snickers.
"Grrr." I growled, grabbing her hand and following Emily.
Lacey chuckled and rolled her eyes.
We walked behind the counter and through a door where there was probably the coziest room I had ever seen.
The walls were a soft yellow and a faded cream colored couch was in the center with a coffee table.
On the other side of the coffee table were boxes of multi colored beads, string, books, and a bunch of other stuff a lot like the items in the store.
Sitting on the couch was a lady older than Emily and looked a lot like her except with dark, dark eyes and slightly darker skin.
"Hey, Aunt Tiffany, we have a situation." Lacey chose her words carefully to explain what was going on.
"I'm not a situation!" I exclaimed annoyed.
"Shut up." Lacey seethed through her teeth.
I stuck my tongue out at her but did as told.
Lacey's aunt gave me a quick once over and her eyebrows shot up.
"Um, Emily, your free to go for today." The woman I decided to just call Tiffany said.
"Okay, bye Tiffany, Lacey." Emily said uneasily, grabbing a coat and leaving the room.
"You can stop trying to breath now." Lacey whispered into my ear.
Relieved I stopped breathing and felt a whole lot better.
"Wow, how did she escape?" Tiffany asked.
"Ask her." Lacey shrugged pointing at me.
"Dameon helped me escape." I said.
"Dameon?" Lacey asked her voice sounding a little scared.
"Uh-huh."
"Did he escape too?"
"Well, yeah."
Lacey's already pale face paled even more and she looked dizzy.
"Oh, devil." She whispered sitting on the couch putting her face in her hands.
"Lacey, I don't think he'll come." Tiffany reassured putting her hand on Lacey's shoulder in a comforting gesture.
I walked to Lacey, moved her hands, and sat on her lap, looking into her green eyes.
They looked just like grass that has been given a lot of water, it was pretty with her auburn hair.
"I'm sorry, Lacey." I muttered.
"Its not your fault. We all knew he would get out one day. He's not gonna come here, he hates supernatural, and Abyss this is supernatural center." Lacey laughed.
Under the thin veil of humor though, fear was evident on the fifteen year old girl's face.
"Anyway, what are we are we going to do with you?" Tiffany asked giggling and poking my nose causing me to giggle.
"Well, I had an idea." Lacey said biting her lip nervously.
"Yeah, and…" Tiffany asked gesturing for her to go on.
"Mitzi and Drew were thinking about moving this summer, maybe Claire and I could live in their house. That way, Embry won't notice that she doesn't have a pulse or breathe because he has no reason to see her." Lacey suggested.
"Why do I have a feeling this is also a way for you to get out of seeing your cousin everyday?" Tiffany asked.
"Aunt Tiffany, our relationship is in the sewer, and it has been ever since he joined the La Push gang. If it'll make you feel better, the Cullens live not even a mile away." Lacey said.
"Yeah, a coven of vampires totally makes me feel better." Tiffany said sarcastically.
"Aunt Tiffany!" Lacey moaned.
"I'm joking! I know that their good, I just worry. Where are you going to sleep tonight? How are you going to get to school?" Tiffany asked.
"Claire and I could spend the night at the Cullens. Oh, and I can enroll in Forks High." Lacey smiled, she'd won.
"Fine, call the Cullens." Tiffany sighed.
Lacey squealed and exited the room, coming back five minutes later announcing that they were fine with the idea.
Tiffany drove us to the house and went straight to bed.
Lacey's POV
Claire, who had been rather quiet, and I went to my room where I packed quickly and went back downstairs, to be greeted by the entire pack.
"OK, Embry, I'm off." I said grabbing my helmet and fastening it on Claire's head.
"This is to big." Claire muttered angrily messing with it trying to get it to stay in one place.
"Out of all the things you could complain about, you complain about the big helmet. What did they feed you? Nonsense pills?" I muttered.
"Maybe." Claire joked.
I rolled my eyes and went to walk out the door but was stopped by Embry.
"Where are you going?" He demanded.
"Ask your mom." I said grabbing Claire's hand.
That was when I noticed Quil was staring at her and my mind immediately pulled up an old Quileute legend.
"Kill. Me. Now." I muttered under my breath pulling Claire out of the door and running to the garage with my bag bouncing against my back.
"Can't we just teleport?" Claire asked annoyed.
"We could, but then, you know, theres the questions about how we disappeared all of a sudden. Its easier this way." I promised hooking the baby seat to the back of the bike.
"Sure, easier." Claire muttered as I buckled her in.
"Fine, we'll teleport a block away." I promised starting down the drive way.
As I promised, I teleported from the block to the boundary line where Emmet was waiting with his truck.
I handed Claire to Emmet through the window, put my bike in the back, and hopped into the passenger.
"Teleporting? Wow, Lacey, I didn't know you could do that!" Emmet exclaimed.
"I only did it because riding at night is dangerous enough, and with Claire, too dangerous for my liking." I said shaking my head.
"What is so important with this little girl? I mean, I know she's a cambion and all but, what?" Emmet asked.
"A mutt imprinted on her." I sighed looking at the little girl who was clinging to every word that passed through the air.
"Wow, did one imprint on you?" Emmet asked.
I started cracking up.
"Are you kidding me? Its impossible." I laughed.
"How?"
"I'm not lovable."
"I think me, Esme, Carlisle, and everyone else would disagree."
"Of course you would."
"Its true!"
I rolled my eyes as we sped towards the house.
"By the way, Edward and Bella are getting married." Emmet announced.
My jaw dropped, and I could feel excitement bubble in me.
"Why didn't you tell me when I was at your house not even four hours earlier?" I asked.
"We didn't know, Edward proposed just last night and they told us after you left."
"Meanies."
Emmet laughed at me and pulled up to the large house.
Glancing at my watch I saw that it was 10.
"Geez, the time flew by fast!" I exclaimed.
"Yep, and I think Claire is asleep." Emmet said getting out of the car and walking to where Claire was buckled up, her head against the door.
I got out and Emmet handed her to me.
Her little head reading on my shoulder, I carried her inside and placed her carefully on the couch and drew a blanket over her small body.
I walked into the kitchen where everyone was and leaned on the counter.
Sending a look at Edward, I thought about Quil imprinting on Claire.
"Oh, thats not good." Edward said.
"Bit obvious, dude." I rolled my eyes.
"Um, excuse me, but some of us can't read minds." Alice reminded.
"Quil, a mutt, imprinted on Claire, the cambion girl that Lacey found." Edward exclaimed.
'Oh's and a 'This is going to be very complicated' from Carlisle filled the room.
Although there was one enlightening statement though…
"Whats wrong with that?" Emmet asked.
We all glared at him and Rosalie smacked him upside the head.
"Dude, cambions are a secret to the werewolves, and if Quil finds that his imprint has no pulse or breath, the secret goes out the window." Jasper said.
"Oh…" Emmet realized.
"Does that mean we're not going to ask those mutts for help?" Rosalie asked.
"No, we need the help." Carlisle reasoned.
"What?" I asked eyes wide.
"Lacey, are you prepared to take on about, I don't know, thirty plus newborns?" Carlisle asked.
"No, but it'll be awkward to fight on the same side as my cousin." I muttered putting my elbow on the table and my head in my hand.
Everyones head snapped towards me.
"What?" Jasper asked.
"Are you seriously expecting me to sit here alone wondering who won't return?" I asked.
"Yes." Everyone said.
"Well, your wrong. Hello, a three year old cambion pushed a werewolf off of me. I didn't do it myself because I didn't want to reveal the secret and I'm pretty short so that would lead to even more questions. I think I could take on a newborn, with training." I said.
"She puts up a pretty strong fight. Plus, she could charm every single one of them and snap their necks." Alice said.
Soon everyone was convinced that I could fight.
OK, Esme wasn't but she was the only one.
After a while, I decided that it was probably time for bed.
Rosalie carried Claire up the stairs and lead me to the guest room.
There were two beds, a regular twin, and a baby bed in the shape of a carriage.
"Why do you have a baby bed?" I asked.
"Emmet and I used to think about adopting, so we bought this. It was a long time ago." Rosalie said setting Claire into the baby bed.
"You really want a kid, huh?" I asked.
"Yeah," Rosalie sighed stroking Claire's cheek.
"You'd make a good mom…I think. I've never really had a mom. Its probably the worst part of being a cambion." I muttered.
I went out on the balcony that over looked the forest and Rosalie followed me.
"You had your Aunt." Rosalie supplied.
"After seven years. Seven long, horrible, torturing years. Of course, even in her eyes, I'll always be a second priority. A mothers love is different, a fathers should be the same but not when he's the devil." I said wiping away a stray tear.
"I'm sure your mother would love you, if she was alive."
"No, she wouldn't. She couldn't. I'm not respected by an demonic creature because I'm too human, and most humans are just naturally repelled by me. I'm destined to be alone, no one could love or be proud of that. My mother died in vain." I sobbed into my arms that I had crossed on the balcony railing.
Rosalie rubbed my back murmuring comforting words until I cried myself out.
"You know, I think thats the first time I have seen you cry. Your strong, I was never like that as a human." Rosalie commented before she left.
Pondering what Rosalie had said, I changed into my pink and black plaid pajama pants with a white tank top and crawled into the soft green bed.
That night I had the strangest dream.
Claire and I were in a meadow full of daisies, roses, tulips, pansies, and, my favorite, poppies.
Claire was wearing a cute plaid dress of pink and white plaid a lot like the one Dorothy wears in the Wizard of Oz except not blue and her black hair was in twin braids.
She danced through the flowers and looked like a normal girl for once.
I smiled at the little girl when a vampire with blood red eyes appeared.
The vampire rushed to Claire and picked her up.
Claire fought the vampire but for some reason could not escape his mighty grip.
Just as the vampire leaned down to bite her and I ran to stop him, two giant wolves arrived.
One was a chocolate color and larger than the second who was sandy in color.
The larger wolf saved Claire and ripped the vampire to pieces with the help of the sandy wolf.
I quickly lit the remains on fire and the wolves left with on last glance at us.
That was when I woke up in a start.
"Woah." I muttered looking at Claire who was sleeping soundly.
A/N:
Did I make it clear that, though Lacey knows that Claire had been imprinted on by Quil, Lacey is COMPLETELY oblivious to the fact that Seth imprinted on her?
Great.
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