"My Heart Keeps Beating if You Keep Breathing"
I loved that little Emily the Strange thing, she seems so underrated sometimes! But she's awesome, just like this chapter was! Keep up the good work!
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September 7th, 2010
It is only one week before the coming of the full moon and I can honestly say that I am scared out of my mind. Things have been happening, such as, my senses are heightening, I feel much more energized and excited, and I've grown in muscles. My eyes are beginning to change color too. Instead of my usual misty-gray they have changed into sort of a metallic silver. My hair is much longer too, it's now down to my knees and still lengthening.
Truthfully, I did not begin this entry just for the purpose of letting you in on my physical changes. It's been just a couple of days since Dad and I came here to La Push Reservation and already attachments are being made. I've met a boy, a few actually, but none have ever really caught my attention as much as this one. His name is Seth Clearwater and the feelings that have dawned in my being run much deeper than just a simple attraction. I cannot remember the last time I had ever felt this strongly for a person, I don't even think something like this has ever occurred on my part. I am unable to describe to you the emotions that erupt inside of me when I am around him, it's hard to even imagine. Honestly, he is the most beautiful creature my eyes have ever had the honor of seeing. Though my heart flutters when he is near, I know that something is off about him, he is different. I can't help but to hope that he is something close to my kind. It's foolish of me, I know, to wish for such an evil thing but we all know, the heart wants what the heart wants.
Everlynne Amelia Claire Claythorne
I slowly shut the cover of the smooth, black journal in my hands then carefully stuffed it under my mattress. I stood up from where I sat on the bed and walked over to the mirror to take a last glance at myself before Seth arrived. Tonight was the bonfire Seth and I would be attending together and for the entire day I had been fretting about what to wear on an occasion such as this. Choosing my clothes carefully, I now wore a pair of my black skinny jeans, my spiked double belt, a pair of my buckle knee-high Converse, a black shirt with slits in the front with a neon purple tank top underneath, and my regular, every day black jacket. My accessories consisted of a black bat beaded choker, plastic bangles crawling halfway up both arms, and my Mother's silver locket that always hung around my neck since the day of her death. There was the soft ding of the door bell, the sound of Dad's soft thumping footsteps, and then his voice calling down the hall to me that a strange bulky boy was here to pick me up for the bonfire. I clambered down the hall and into the front living room where both Seth and my Father stood awkwardly next to each other. Dad was giving Seth the look that said "mess with my daughter and I mess with your face". While Seth on the other hand was smiling like an awe struck idiot as he took in my entire frame.
"You look really great, Evie," Seth complimented me as I shuffled in beside him.
I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks as I looked down at my feet, letting my hair fall around my face.
"I want her home no later than midnight, you hear?," Dad demanded in his Fatherly tone.
I smiled at him lovingly and I saw the humor in his eyes. He was doing the whole big, mean Father on Seth just for kicks, I nearly doubled over laughing when Dad started the whole "no funny business" act. Seth just stood there and took it like a man, only interjecting himself when needed. Soon, Seth was leading me out the door and helping me up into his small, beat up Ford pick-up truck. The short drive consisted of light conversations and small compliments from Seth's part. Mostly the ride was left in silence, but not one of those Oh-My-God-This-Is-So-Uncomfortable silences but more of the This-Is-Nice silences. I don't know what it was but for some reason I just felt safe and secure while Seth was with me, something I hadn't felt in such a long time. Yet still, as I looked out the window and up at the fast approaching night sky, this fear bubbled up in the pit of my stomach. My hand involuntarily grasped at my Mother's locket, twirling it between each finger. With all my might, I hoped that the following nights would slowly fall into place.
"We're here," Seth said as he pulled the Ford to a stop.
I looked up ahead of the hood and saw that we were up on the highest cliff on the reservation and already the fire-pit had been lit. Surrounding the pit was Embry, Quil, Jared, Paul, Brady, Collin, Kim, and a few others that I didn't know the names of.
"Come on, you should come meet everyone," I hadn't even noticed Seth had gotten out of the truck and made his way over to my door.
I took Seth's outstretched hand and let him help me out of my seat. Seth slammed the car door behind me then lead me up to the top of the cliff where I caught the scent of mouthwatering, delicious food. There was hot-dogs, hamburgers, cookies, brownies, mashed potatoes, corn-dogs, and much, much more. Almost as if on cue, my stomach growled loudly. Seth chuckled lightly as a blush filled my cheeks and I stared longingly at the long table of food.
"Here, let's get some food before we both attack the table in mad hunger," Seth joked breezily.
We both dove into the food like the world was about to explode, filling our plates with piles and piles of food. When we sat down our plates were over flowing with hot-dogs and cookies, stuffing our faces with as much food as our mouths would allow.
"Woah, slow down there, honey, you might blow a gasket," Joked a tall, russet skinned girl.
She was striking, one of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her hair was silky smooth like black satin, her skin flawless and the perfect mix between red and brown, and her eyes wide and the most wonderful shade of hazel. I'm sure she would have won the beauty contest had it not been for the three, long, ragged scars that raked across the right side of her face and curved past her neck, all the way down to her right hand. Even though the scars ruined the beauty of one side, I still found the scars beautiful in their own way. All scars told stories and this story was one that had me shaking in my seat. The woman held out her hand to me as she sat beside me with a lopsided smile.
"My name's Emily, Emily Uley," She said as we shook hands.
"Everlynne Claythorne, but I prefer to be called Ever," I told her as our hands dropped to our sides.
"Emily is Sam's wife, the Alfa - a good friend of mine," I didn't miss it when Seth slipped up.
In fact, my ears had strangely become more alert since we came unto the sands of First Beach.
A breeze whisked by my face, the hairs rose on the back of my neck, my shoulders tensed, my eyes narrowed, and I watched as the pale faced creatures crossed onto Quileute territory. There was five of them, golden eyed except for one. At least she had a heartbeat. But her scent was off so I was sure she wasn't human, more like half. Two males, three females. The one with the heartbeat looked around fourteen, fifteen years of age but I knew she was much younger than she appeared to be. Her fingers were laced into those of a Quileute boy, one I had never come into contact with. He had much of the same traits as the other Quileutes but it was obvious he was in charge of something in someway. Behind them came the bloodsuckers. The two that caught myt attention most was the bronze haired male and the mahogany haired female. They held hands and looked around the bonfire inquisitively, as if they were looking for something - or someone. The other two was a small, pixie-like female with spiky black/brown hair and the last was a honey blonde male with warning, troubled eyes. But what really had me tense in my seat was that the small, pixie girl's eyes were trained soulfully on me. When I moved, her eyes moved with my, they flickered with every breath I took. In that moment, they knew what I was and I knew what they were. But none of us spoke as to not create a problem.
I helplessly tried to relax my shoulders and have a good time but I was unable to release the tension that held my body stiff. They weren't glaring at me really, more like curious stares. They were wondering why I was here, why they had never come across my scent before now. And one of them was a mind reader. Don't ask how I knew this, for not even I knew how this information surfaced in my head. Quickly, I remembered some of the conversations I had had with my Father and come across what this weird sense of magic was. Rarely werewolves were gifted with the power of the Knowing. The Power of the Knowing allowed the werewolf to seek the information with-held by the enemy and use it against them. This gift was extremely rare, extremely powerful, and extremely dangerous if in the wrong hands. I breathed in deeply in an attempt to calm my raging muscles but then catching their scent once again only put me more on edge. It was half-way through the legend of the Spirit Warriors that I lost all control.
"Excuse me," I muttered before jerking up in a standing position and practically running halfway down the beach.
My breaths were quick, my heartbeat was racing, I was only a few meters away from the lining of trees. My body began convulsing, twisting, turning, bending. The pain was unbearable, the screams working their way up my throat. The dampened sand pressed into my cheek, crawling into my mouth. The tears stung my eyes painfully as heat spread throughout my limbs, turning my heart to ashes. I climbed to my knees and tried my hardest to scramble into a standing position. I could barely move my muscles, they were contracting too fast, pulsing with a fiery flame. Just a squeak was able to escape my suddenly dry lips before the sky started spinning. I struggled just to hold on to consciousness, to grasp onto the remaining ounce of will power.
I didn't notice it when the cool arms lifted me from the ground or when the loud banging sound of the front door echoed throughout the house.
"Evie? You're not supposed to be home until - "
His sentence was cut short for at that moment I lost all control over my human body and the beast was released. . .
OHMYGOD! Cliffhanger! I wonder what's going to happen next! Actually, I already know what happens, but you don't! Don't worry, I won't keep you all waiting for too long, the next chapter will be posted soon! Please comment and the next chapter will be posted sooner than you think! Thanks for reading!