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Ch 16 weekend part 2
Carrie’s POV
I start to stir as I feel light upon my eyes. I crack my eyes open just too quickly close them in pain. After a little while I open my eyes again, better prepared. I’m facing the window and the rising sun’s rays were just starting to peek into my window, and right into my eyes. With a groan I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
I got out of bed and into the bathroom. I splashed water into my face and brushed my teeth. I got dressed into a pair of tan cargo pants, a green camouflage shirt and hiking boots. I did my hair up into high pigtails and place a tan camouflage bandana on my head.
Across the shirt it said:
LOOK AT ME
NOW, HAVE
DREAMS ABOUT
ME
LATER
The bold letters (L.O.S.E.R.) are red in color and the rest were black.
I figured that Rosalie or Alice would want to put make up on me later. I’m still not used to wearing it and it is slightly irritating. They tried to explain the whole concept to me, but I couldn’t remember it and I didn’t try that hard to remember it either. I didn’t like make up that much; I was ok with eye shadow, cover-up and lip gloss but that was it. I grabbed a grey sweater and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. Everyone was already sitting at the table and Esme was at the stove cooking. I still can’t get over how it feels to finally have a family, a real true family. With people who care about me as a sister and daughter. Even more unbelievable is that someone cares for me like a girlfriend.
“Ah, Carrie, I was just about to send someone up to wake you,” Carlisle said as he put down the paper that he was reading.
“Well I could just turn around and go back to bed so you can send someone after me,” I replied with a small smile on my face. He chuckled at that suggestion.
“Well you’re here now, so you might as well sit and stay,” Emmett said. I just sent him a small glare as I sat down between Edward and Jasper and across from him. Alice was across from Edward and Rosalie across from Jasper. Carlisle was sitting on a stool next to a high counter, table top in the kitchen. They were all wearing clothes that if they got dirty it wouldn’t matter very much; jeans, tennis shoes, t-shirts with a hoodie or sweatshirt.
Edward leaned over to give me a good morning kiss on the cheek, but I just happened to turn my head at that moment and he kissed me on the lips, resulting in a kiss that lasted longer than necessary.
“Knock it off you two, we don’t need to see that,” Emmett said, picking on us a lecherous grin spreading across his face as I turned my head to look at him.
“We didn’t pick on you when you and Rose were like that,” Esme said as she came in and placed breakfast in front of me. She fixed me a small farmer’s omelet and hash browns. She came back in a short time later with salt, pepper and ketchup.
Breakfast was a silent affair; everyone seemed to be in their own little world. Edward was watching me eat, Jasper was reading a book, Rosalie was looking through a magazine, Emmett was playing on his game boy, Alice was looking through my sketch book again, Esme was doing dishes and Carlisle was looking through the newspaper. How the heck did he get a newspaper?
After I was done eating I took my dishes to the kitchen and cleaned off my plate in the sink. I went back up to my room to brush my teeth again and came back down a short time later. Alice was sitting in the living room with my sketch book in her hands.
“Aren’t you tired of looking through that,” I asked her. I plopped down on the sofa across from her.
She looked up and smiled. “I enjoy looking through your sketches, I feel as though I’m seeing another part of you.” I just smiled back.
Carlisle came in a short time later, “There you are. Come on girls, we’re getting ready to leave.”
Alice and I got up and headed out to the atrium where everyone else was checking their bags. Alice handed me back my sketch book and I placed it back into my bag. Soon we were all ready to head out. We walked around the house to the woods out back; I had my sweater on to keep the chill off. Despite the time of year it was still somewhat warm, or as warm as it can be considering the area. We walked to the edge of the manicured lawn and followed a path into the woods.
Carlisle was in the lead, followed by Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice, me then
Edward. We followed the trail for around an hour until we came across a large clearing. There was a large fire pit in the center and a few hundred feet away was a lake. There was a dock that had a few boats tied up to it. There was also various other water craft on the shore.
We separated into groups to put up our tents, we had four all together. We had them to keep dry when it rains. So far the weather had been unusual lately; unusual on account of that it hasn’t rained in a few days. If we did have to stay in the tents Alice and I were going to share a tent; Rosalie and Esme were going to share, Carlisle and Jasper, and Edward and Emmett. All of the tents looked like normal tents except Alice’s and mine. Ours was a dark purple with outlines of pink flowers, the others were a tan color, just with different colored zippers (black, red and white).
After we set up camp we decided to explore around the area. We explored around the lake and some of the other clearings. Alice and I took a lot of pictures, something I found I enjoy doing. After we got done exploring we went hiking again. It was a quite affair, and I just took in the sights and enjoying the scenery. We eventually came upon an observation area that was on top of a mountainous hill. I stood open mouthed and slack jawed at the view. Before me was another treed filled valley, but there was a difference. Instead of an ocean of trees, there was a large lake. I could see other bodies of water in the distance. It was a view that I could never tire of seeing, and one that I preferred over skyscrapers.
“What do you think,” Edward asked me after I took a few photographs.
I stood there for a moment before I responded. “Nature is like a woman. Nature like a woman will seduce you and draw you in with its sights.” (Quote from West Wing season 3.)
I looked at the others to find them staring at me. “What,” I asked. They just continued to stare at me. “It something that I‘ve heard said before.” They continued to stare. “Will you stop staring at me?” I yelled and then I turned around and crossed my arms in a huff. I went up the natural stairs leading up to a higher level to take more pictures. After I took some pictures, I took my bag off and pulled my sketch book out. I crawled up onto a large rock and began to sketch the view. After I got a rough idea with my pencils I took my colored pencils out and began to add color.
I did a couple of quick sketches of other views. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a solid, well built chest against my back. I turned to see Edward looking over my shoulder at my sketch.
“You are quite good,” he whispered in my ear his cool breath causing shivers of pleasure to skirt down my spine. I bit my lip embarrassed by his words but more so at my bodies reaction to him. I still can’t get over how my body reacts just to his voice alone. Must be those damn vampire charms, or is it something more than that?
“It’s decent, but I’m no pro,” I replied nonchalantly. I pulled away enough so that I could turn and get another view. This view I could see a small town in the distance and heavy rain clouds. I thought that I heard some thunder and maybe saw some lightning. “Looks like a storm.”
“It’s not going to hit us; it’s headed to the east.” Edward said as he sat down Indian style on the rock and then pulled me into his lap. I leaned against his chest and pulled my legs up so that I could use them as a table. I sat there sketching the storm over the town. When I went to add color, Edward grabbed a colored pencil and helped me with it. He would occasionally steal a pencil from my hand and I would steal one from him.
Esme came up and hopped on to the rock we were sitting on as we finished our drawing. “So this is where you two disappeared to,” she said. “What have you two been doing up here?”
“Drawing,” I said as I held up my book. Sometimes I just feel like I’m a little girl trying to get her mother’s attention and praise which Esme is never short of.
“That looks quite nice dears. Now come along, we still have a lot to see.” After she said that she jumped off of the rock and headed down to the lower level. Edward let me up and I jumped down off of the rock, I had to roll a little bit due to the height. As I stood up straight Edward was standing there next to me. He grabbed my hand and we walked down to the others.
We climbed a couple of other mountains. I took more photos and did more drawings. By the time we got back to camp it was going on four o’clock.
“Those were some sights we saw, wasn’t it,” Carlisle asked. We all replied the affirmative; I added that I was eager to get the pictures developed.
“How about you show us your hunting technique that you promised to show us,” Rosalie said from her position beside Emmett.
“It’s not that interesting,” I said. “Besides, it will probably take a while, to get ready and I still have to track some prey. I don’t want to upset you with the smell of blood.”
“Oh come on I want to see you in action. It will be like revealing another side of you to us,” Alice said. She was sending me a pleading look that was hard to resist. I looked at the others and they were wearing their own pleading looks.
“You can’t be this interested or curious.” I said. They just continued to stare at me. “Fine, but what is it about you all staring at me today?” I stood up from where I was sitting on a log next to the fire pit and walked over to the trees.
Edward’s POV
I watched as Carrie got up and walked toward the trees. She stood at the base of one as she looked up at the branches. She then took about ten steps back and then took off running toward the tree. I was about to stop her but when she came to the tree she used her speed and momentum to run up far enough to grab a branch. She then swung up onto the limb and climbed a bit higher. I heard some rustling and I heard something break. I rushed toward the tree but stopped just as a limb fell from above. Carrie jumped down a short time later and landed in a crouch.
She pulled the limb over to the fire pit and walked down toward the lake. She came back a short time later with two large stones that were slightly larger than my fists. She laid these down next to the limb and walked back toward the trees. I watched as she pulled a knife out of her pocket, hold it between her teeth, grab hold of the vines around the tree and climb up.
After she was about six feet up she took her knife and cut through a few vines. She then slid down the vine she was holding and cut the other at the bottom. She put the knife away, and pulled the vine away from the tree and dragged it over to her other stuff. She took off her sweater and took her shoes and socks off and set them next to or on her bag. I watched as she took her hair down out of her cute pigtails and pulled it into a low braid. She rolled her pant legs up to her knees and went over to the tree limb. We were all silent as we watched her work.
She took the limb, broke off the branches and tossed them into the fire pit. She took the larger branches and set them next to her. She then took the vines and cut and tore them into strands and set those on the other side of her.
She sat down on the ground with her legs straight out in front of her. She took a few strands of the vine tied the ends together then tied them around one of her big toes. She then started to braid them quickly. It looked as though she was making rope or twine. She was humming quietly as she did so. After she made the small strands she began to braid them together.
She made the ’rope’ as I ’m calling it in a couple of thicknesses. She took the smaller of the limbs and placed it in front of her. She placed on of the larger ropes and placed it next to the limb. She took her knife out and made some marks on the limb. She set those two things aside and turned to the larger limb.
She stood up and grabbed one end and picked it up and looked down its length. She kept her eyes on one spot as she set it down, took her knife out and made a notch. She then appeared to take inventory of what she had and inspected some of the smaller branches again. The ones that she apparently didn’t like were thrown into the fire pit. We were still watching her attentively, not making a sound. She has already been at it for about an hour; I was sort of surprised at how quickly she was working.
She then walked over to the rocks that she brought over from the pond. She sat down on her knees with the rocks before her. She picked up the larger rock an inspected it, set it down and did the same with the slightly smaller one. She seemed to think something over then picked up the smaller one. She placed the larger one so that it was straight in front of her. She grabbed the smaller one in both of her hands and held it slightly above her head. I heard her start to sing something under her breath, I couldn’t tell what. I watched as the muscles in her back, arms, chest and shoulders tighten as she forcefully brought the smaller stone down on the larger one. Nothing happened, but she continued her singing and brought the stone up again, only to smash it down again.
I realized that the beat of the song was matched by her strokes. She must use it to keep tempo of her work. The stones began to crack and chips started to come off. She would stop every so often to inspect the chips or to turn the rocks. She seemed to be tiring, but she didn’t stop, instead her strikes became harder.
After an half an hour, she stopped and looked up into the sky and then down to her watch. She grabbed several of the chips and pieces and brought them over to the wood pile. She took a few pieces and appeared to try and put some ‘finishing touches’ on them. They were starting to look like arrow heads or cave man tools; crude instruments. She sat the rocks aside and grabbed the large limb.
She took the larger of the stone blades and began to cut/ hack at where she made the marks and skinned the bark off of the limbs. She took the larger limb and made a notch on the end. She took one of the larger stone blades and jammed it into the end. She then took some of the rope that she made earlier and tied it together so now that it now resembled a spear.
She took the limb and rope from earlier and made what resembled a bow. She went over to her bag and pulled out one of her ‘kits’ that she always carried everywhere. She pulled out a scrap of fabric and unrolled it. Wrapped in the fabric were wild bird feathers. With that, the smaller, branches and rope she made arrows.
She got up and went over to the trees and cut off a couple of sections of bark. Carrie took the rope and made a quiver that she could sling over her shoulder. It took almost two and a half hours but she made her weapons. We were all silent still yet and Carrie seemed to be in her own little world; it reminded me a bit if how she acted when we first met. She walked over to a different area of the woods and spread some mud on her skin, and rolled a bit in the dirt. I thought that she looked kind of hot, like she was about to do battle.
She walked a short way into the woods and we silently followed. She stopped, closed her eyes and became perfectly still. It appeared as if she was listening to the forest, trying to feel something, searching the forest. She had her feet shoulder width apart, head slightly down cast. The spear was held in her right hand, and the bow in her left.
She then slowly started to move forward, her bare feet barely making a sound in the underbrush. She appeared to searching the ground for clues. After a short time, she knelt down to examine something on the ground. I came up beside her and knelt down to look at what she found.
“Deer tracks,” she said barely above a whisper. The others came forward to hear what she had to say. She didn’t seem to notice us.
“Small deer, not that old, most likely a doe, probably just out of its spots, Appears to be injured, left side, not sure which leg; probably abandoned due to it.” She slowly crept forward, her eyes on the tracks.
“The tracks are recent, not even a half an hour.” Carrie moved some foliage to the side and uncovered some scat. She took a nearby stick and examined the scat. “Deer scat.” She held her left hand close over it after setting her bow down. “It’s recent as well.” She picked her bow up and followed the tracks.
She stopped to examine the surroundings; she appeared to be listening. I could hear and smell the deer close by, but I didn’t say anything. I wanted to see what she would do. I turned to look at the rest of my family. They all looked at me and nodded; they wanted to see what she would do also.
Carrie knelt down and picked up some mostly dry dirt and observed it as it ran out of her cupped hand. She was determining what was down wind. It was pretty still, with just a light breeze. She moved slowly forward, I could tell that she was listening for any clues.
After a few moments she finally spotted the deer, and I watched as her muscles tensed and she hunched over lightly and got closer to the ground. We made sure that we didn’t startle the deer either. I was surprised at what she deduced from the tracks earlier was right. The deer was a small doe, just coming out of her spots, and the left rear leg appeared to be either badly broken and is healing wrong, or was deformed at slowly stalked her prey. She moved along with it, while slowly moving closer, but making sure to stay down wind for it. She slowly moved the spear so that it would be ready to throw. Her muscles tensed even more, she was about to spring.
While the deer stopped to graze, Carrie threw the spear. No sooner than she threw it she had an arrow strung and she let it fly. She moved to the right quickly while stringing another arrow; she never removed her eyes from the deer. The spear struck the deer in the rib cage and the arrow in bedded itself about four inches to the left of the spear.
It took the deer a short time to start running after the projectiles struck. It let out a small whine as it began running. Carrie released another arrow and it struck the deer in the right shoulder, just shy of the neck. The deer ran next to a tree, the spear hit the tree and was knocked out. Carrie continued to close in on the deer; she was able to get somewhat ahead of it. She released another arrow and it struck the deer in the chest on the left side. I realized what Carrie was doing. She was striking the deer on different sides, attempting to herd it toward a thick cluster of trees. I could hear that the deer was having trouble breathing; the spear must have punctured its lung.
I watched as Carrie slung the bow around her and pulled her knife from her pocket. She was running faster toward the deer. She was still close to the ground, with the knife out to her side, away from her. She came up behind the deer, well within striking range. The deer must have sensed her for it started to veer to the right. Carrie however ran toward a nearby tree and ran up it slightly like she did before. After a couple of steps she pushed off, away from the tree towards the deer.
She turned so that she was facing the deer. She brought her legs up closer to her sides and brought her arms forward. She looked as if she was going to pounce on the deer. The deer saw her too late to maneuver out of the way, and Carrie landed on its back, knocking it to the ground.
Carrie fell to the ground and slid a couple of feet from the deer, but she was able to tackle it down to the ground before it could get away. Carrie straddled the animal and held it to the ground. She then took her knife and slashed its throat, ending its suffering.
It was then that Carrie seemed to realize how hard she was breathing, she was gasping for air. We all came forward and stood around her. Again she surprised me, for a moment there; especially when she pounced I thought that she was one of us, a vampire. Carlisle came forward and checked her pulse. Carrie seemed to realize then that she wasn’t alone. “I’m fine Carlisle; I’m just not that good at running.” She stood up and stepped away from the deer.
She turned toward Jasper and said, “Go ahead Jaz, take a drink, I can see how much it is bothering you. I’m going to go back and get my spear.” With that she turned around and headed back to where her spear was knocked out of the deer. Jasper jumped on the deer and started sucking on its neck, drinking what was left of the blood.
Carrie came back a short time later, spear in hand. Jasper stepped away back toward Alice. Carrie kneeled next to the deer, took her knife and started to cut it. She took her bandana off and unfolded it. She turned back to the deer and started to cut meat from several places on the deer. She took meat from the flank and hindquarters, its side, shoulder and neck. After she had a nice pile, she wrapped the bandana around the meat and got up and started to walk away.
“That was kind of cool Carrie,” Rosalie said.
“Yeah,” Emmett agreed, “You looked kind of fierce and wild.”
“I’m just glad to see that my skills haven’t got too rusty,” she replied. On the way back to camp Carrie would stop every so often and dig up some plants and roots. She would give a little explanation about what they were for, whether it is for food or seasoning or bathing. She gave stories about how she learned to recognize what she could eat and what she couldn’t.
“First it was trial and error, and I’m surprised that I didn’t die from some of the things that I ate. I was young, probably around six when we moved to a place where I had to really start hunting. I thought of going to a library to look at books on the plants and roots, but I had to teach myself to read first. I would dig magazines out of the trash and try to read them. I would watch TV and read the subtitles as it played. It took a while but I learned enough to be able to read and understand.
“The next problem was getting into the library. I wasn’t allowed in because of my appearance. I was dirty, wearing only a real large T-shirt that hung off of one shoulder and I had to tie it up so that I wouldn’t trip, an old pair of boxer shorts and flip flops. As soon as a librarian saw me she chased me out. I eventually found a way to sneak in through the roof. Long story short I finally got some info on what to watch out for and what was ok, but there was still a lot of trial and error.”
As she finished saying this we arrived back at camp. She went over to her bag and set the meat next to the log. Carrie pulled some paper out of her bag along with a rock of some sort. She took the wood that was already in the pit and placed it in the center. She tore up the paper into strips and placed it under the wood. She pulled her knife out and ran it across the stone that she was holding. Sparks flew from the objects that I now realized was flint. The fire started to flare to life and she stepped out of the pit.
Carrie left and came back with a huge pile of wood which she placed close to the tents. She took some branches and brought them back to her spot by the fire. She took them and scrapped them with her knife until they looked like little pikes. She then took her meat and rubbed the crushed herbs on them, speared them on the sticks and placed them close to the fire to cook.
“I’m going to go take a bath,” she said. She went to her bag and pulled out a towel and a change of clothes. She grabbed the herbs that she picked for washing and headed toward the lake.
“We could take you back to the house so you could use the shower,” Esme said standing up.
“That’s ok; I’m use to bathing in a pond, that’s what I had to do before I met all of you. Just make sure that the meat doesn’t burn,” she said and turned away and walked toward the lake. Alice got up and followed after Carrie, to make sure that she would be alright.
“Is it me or does she seem a bit different, then this morning,” Jasper said looking to each of his siblings and parents.
“She does seem to be more reclusive than she was this morning,” Rosalie agreed wondering what had happened to make her revert back to how she acted when she first arrived in Forks.
“Is she alright,” Esme asked looking toward Carlisle. She was worried that whatever happened had caused Carrie to lose the light that had grown in her eyes. From her thoughts I could tell that she was desperately hoping that the spark comes back for to her she didn’t want her soul to match her battered body.
“I’m afraid to say that her hunting may have brought up some unwanted memories or something similar to that. Her body or subconscious may be remembering why she has had to hunt or placed her into the same frame of mind as before,” he said.
“Will she come out of it,” I asked worried. The last thing I wanted was for her to go back to the way that she was before.
“Maybe, it could be a slight relapse, but most likely for she‘s not experiencing anything traumatic,” Carlisle said thoughtfully.
We just sat there for a while staring into the fire lost in our thoughts. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard laughter coming from the lake. We all turned toward that direction and waited to see what would happen.
Carrie came running toward us with a smile on her face and laughing. She looked behind her and Alice was running toward her, “Get back here Carrie,” she shouted. Carrie just ran toward us or more specifically me.
Carrie ran toward me and when she got close she slowed down enough so that she wouldn’t run into me. She plopped down in my lap, facing me, legs around my waist and hands on my shoulders. I was sitting on the ground Indian style. I wonder if she realizes what sort of position she put herself in.
Alice came to a stop a few feet in front of me, hands on her hips and a wet spot on the front of her shirt and pants. Carrie leaned back and tilted her head back to see Alice. I had my hands on her waist to help hold her up along with the tightened grip of her legs around my waist and her hands on my shoulders. I felt a warm feeling flow through me as she did this and I tightened my grip on her just a bit more. “Safe zone,” she told Alice.
“Esme is the true safe zone,” Alice said before she reached down, picked Carrie up out of my lap, with a slight struggle, and placed her on the ground, then proceeded to tickle the day lights out of Carrie. She was rolling around on the ground, trying to protect her sides, laughing until her face was a bright red.
“Ok, ok I give, I surrender and apologize,” Carrie said. Alice sent her grin and went over to sit next to Jasper.
“What was that about,” Esme asked. She was holding a couple of combs and motioned for Carrie to sit in front of her. Carrie got up, walked over and plopped down in front of Esme who then started to comb out her hair.
“Well,” Carrie started, “as you know Alice followed me down to the lake while I took my bath. We weren’t really talking just enjoying the silence. While I was swimming around I found a fish that caught in some plants, so I grabbed it and freed it from its prison. Before I let it go I looked toward Alice and noticed that was leaning back and looking at the moon.
“I felt like being a little evil, so I kept hold of the fish and got out of the lake to dress and dry off. I then went back to the edge of the lake like I was going to brush my teeth, but I took the fish a put it back in the water still keeping a hold of it. I looked back toward Alice and she was still looking up at the moon.
“Therefore I took the fish and threw it at her. It hit her chest then fell into her lap where it flipped around. She finally threw it back into the lake but I already had my stuff and was running back by then and you know the rest.”
“You’re a little trouble maker,” Rosalie said with a small smile. I had to agree with Rosalie on that. I was wondering though if Alice saw it coming. She could have, but she didn’t do anything about it so I’m guessing not.
Carrie smiled toward her, grinned and flashed her a piece sign. “Would someone please sprinkle more herbs on the meat and start cooking some of the mushrooms and the roots next to it,” she asked.
Jasper got up and speared the mushrooms and roots and Carlisle checked the meat. “The meat looks about done, Carrie,” he said.
“Thanks Carlisle,” she replied. “And thank you Jasper and sorry Alice about earlier.”
“It’s alright.” Alice said. “I’m thinking about calling you Foxy, Vixen or something because you are as mischievous and meddlesome as a fox.” Carrie just sent her a grin. I favored Vixen myself. I could already imagine her blushing each time I call her that. After Esme got done with her hair Carrie moved back over to her previous spot and checked the meat. Apparently it was to her liking for so moved it farther from the fire and began to eat. I watched as she ate, she just stared in the fire.
“Oh I know, lets tell ghost stories. Let’s see which one of us can scare Carrie the most,” Alice suggested with a smirk thinking it as some form of payback.
“Might as well follow up with us singing songs next,” Rose said sarcastically.
“Oh great idea,” Esme said with a smile.
“If we are going to do this, I say we do singing first that way I’ll fall asleep during one of your non-scary stories,” Carrie said.
“Well why don’t you go first Carrie since you are the youngest out of all of us,” Emmett said, slightly teasing her.
“I like to sing, but I’m not all that great. Besides I have another idea,” Carrie said. She got up, got her knife out of her bag and headed toward the lake. We all looked at each other, wondering what she was up to. We shrugged and looked off in the direction that Carrie headed in.
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