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My Shiny Freak	By : Prettyflour Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 3184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Wolf Boy
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Well, it's official. I am at a loss. I am at a complete and utter loss at what the hell had just happened. Where the bloody hell did that freak just go? He was sucking on my finger like three seconds ago...
The scene around me was like a war zone. Somebody was screaming. Someone was calling 911. Frantic footsteps and the furious pushing of cell phone buttons filled my ears.
"Bella! Oh my god Bella!." Just when I thought Lauren's voice couldn't get any more annoying.
"Don't move!" Someone shouted.
In true rebellious form, I pushed myself up onto my arms and looked around. My freaking head was pounding. The principal along with several faculty members were running over. All of the students watching me like I was some kind of circus sideshow freak.
"Oh shit," groaned Tyler. "My van..."
I scoffed. "That's right, worry about your van you asshat. You almost fucking killed me!"
He slowly looked over to me. His eyes were like slits from a recent smoking session and he was bleeding from the head.
"Dude, you alright?" He asked.
As if the drama of nearly being squished wasn't enough, there were ambulances, police cars and fire trucks. Fire trucks? Am I the only one who has noticed that nothing is burning down? What a bunch of goons…
Oh, and Charlie... He was a whirling dervish of worry and blame. If Tyler hadn't been bleeding, I think Charlie very well may have taken a swing at him.
No amount of pleading was keeping the EMT's at bay. I was carted off on a stretcher and we were off to the hospital. Charlie followed us to the ER and insisted that I get a full work up. Even though I told him that I was fine numerous times, it was X-Rays and eye charts for me. I whined, I complained, but Charlie wasn't budging. I had to be cleared by the doctor before he would take me home.
When said doctor walked through the door, my jaw dropped. This guy was a doctor? He looked way too young and way too hot. He strutted over to me and looked at me with a smile. He was blond and he had matching gold eyes. No freaking way...
"Miss Swan, how are you feeling?" He asked all nonchalant.
"Fine, please tell me that I can go home now."
"You X-Rays look good. How is your head? Edward said you hit it pretty hard."
This was Dr. Cullen. I should have known.
"My head is fine." I said as he reached up and began to feel the back of my head.
"Ouch." I said but he kept feeling around under my hair. His hands were just as colds as Edward's.
"Sorry about the cold hands. Bad circulation..."
"No apologies necessary. It actually feels pretty good." I may have leaned into his hands as they worked their way around my skull. Hmmmmm…. Cold. Good.
"Where is Edward anyway? I didn't see him strapped to a gurney." I shot Dr. Blondie a dirty look.
"He's here, in my office." He replied.
Charlie walked around the corner. Dr. Blond-Sex-God turned and addressed him.
"Alright chief, you can take her home. Just a bump on the head, no concussion. She was very lucky." He turned to walk away.
"Yeah, lucky Edward pushed me out of the way."
He looked back and with a smirk, he winked at me. Oh no he didn't! Complete confusion setting in. I feel like I am diagonally parked in some kind of parallel universe.
"Come on Bells. Let's get you home." Charlie said and we headed toward the door. We walked around the corner.
"Wait here Bella. I have to sign some paperwork and you need to call your mom."
"What? You called mom? Jesus Christ." I said as I put my hand on my head. "She is freaking out, isn't she?"
Charlie grimaced. "Just call her and tell her you are alright." He said and walked off toward the admitting desk. I threw myself into an empty chair and pouted.
And just as I thought my day couldn't get any worse, the door swung open and the finger sucking god walked through it. As soon as he saw me, he took a step back.
I shook my finger at him. "Oh no, you are not running away from me this time Cullen. I want to talk to you."
He stared down at me and his damn eyes were black again.
"What?" He spat.
"Tell me what the fuck is going on."
"I don't know what you are talking about." He replied.
"Edward! How did you get over to me so fast?"
"I was standing right next to you."
I scoffed. "No you weren't. I saw you standing next to your car."
He rolled his eyes at me and I grabbed his sleeve. "Don't think I didn't notice that whole finger sucking thing."
He laughed. "You must still be high."
"Listen perv, I may be no expert on drugs, but I didn't freaking hallucinate from smoking a little pot."
"Perhaps not, but you must have hit your head harder than I thought. Maybe you should go back for a CAT scan."
"UG! My head is fine!"
He smiled. "You could thank me for that."
"Well, thank you superman."
We stared at each other for a moment and then I heard the door open behind me.
"Alright Bella, let's get you home." Charlie said. "Oh, Edward, I wanted to thank you."
"No problem Chief Swan. It was my pleasure." He said with a smile and then he turned and walked toward the door, holding it open for me to go first.
I stalked past him toward Charlie's police cruiser, cursing him under my breath. I couldn't wait to get home to hide away in my room. I wanted nothing to do with anything or anyone. I felt fucked up, but I certainly wasn't high anymore. I closed my eyes and didn't speak a word to Charlie on the way home.
When we got there, I was headed for my room when Charlie stopped me.
"Billy is coming over tonight to watch the game and he's bringing Jake. I thought you two could catch up."
"Jacob? Wow, I haven't seen him in years. When are they coming over?"
"In a couple of hours."
"Well, I think I am going to take a nap. Wake me when they get here?"
And with that I was off to my room. I laid in bed and I tried to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes I saw him. I saw Edward Cullen, his eyes, freaky golden pools of curiosity. I don't believe what he said. I have never seen anyone with golden eyes and what about Dr. Cullen? He has the same eyes as his adopted son... They are both so beautiful, so perfect and so wow... The entire Cullen family are like living Barbie dolls. So shiny... I can't get those bastards out of my head. I just want to sleep.
*initiating dream sequence*
His eyes, the color of honey stared into mine. They raked down to my chest. His cold hand brushed against my cheek making me shiver. His anxious hands move down to my waist, snaking their way under my shirt. His touch alone made me moan. His lips touched my neck and my arms flew around him. He may have been freezing, but I was on fire.
"Bella! Jake's here!"
Fuck! That was the most useless nap ever. I stretched out and then reluctantly made my way out of bed and down stairs. The evening started as it always did if Charlie was involved, with sports and meat. What a wretched pair. Ew. Sports held no interest for me and the steaks he cooked were making me nauseous. I escaped to the kitchen and Jacob followed me. We sat around for a while bullshitting about Forks and school. Jake was Quill Indian and he went to school on the Quill reservation. Lucky bastard. He was a total smart ass and we fell into a comfortable conversation right away. He's the first person I have met in this town that was honestly cool. He teased me relentlessly about being an exclusive veggie eater and he laughed every time I flipped him off. I complained endlessly about school. I couldn't help myself, it was kind of my shtick. I'm a whiny, cynical kind of gal. Charlie and Billy were glued to the couch and half in the bag. That was when Jake decided to make our evening a bit more interesting by stealing a couple of beers from Billy's secret stash in his truck. We were hanging out on the back porch, keeping a close eye on Charlie and Billy. A few beers turned into like six or eight, I think, I had lost count. In an effort to hide our drunkenness, we hid out in my room and tried to be quiet. Luckily, Charlie wasn't suspicious when I fell up the stairs twice... Thank god I am normally clumsy.
I continued to rant about my asshole friends at school. I told Jake about the gossip twins, Sporto and Yorkie.
"As much as you complain about them, they sound amusing." Jake said in between laughs.
"I guess so. Oh, I forgot to tell you about the shiny freaks."
His laughter was contagious. "What the fuck are you talking about? Shiny Freaks?"
"Yeah, the Cullens. They're like, squeaky clean and picture perfect to look at, but they are total outcasts at school. It's weird. The first time I saw them, I thought they were probably the popular rich kids, but everyone avoids then like the plague for no reason. It's freaky."
"People should avoid them." He tipped up his beer bottle and rangled that last horrible sip.
"You know them?"
"I know of them." Jake said in a rather unexpected serious tone. "You should avoid them too. They're dangerous."
And just like that, Jake changed the subject. Total confusion setting in. Jake talked and talked about his friends on the reservation. They like to rebuild cars and motor cycles. Total man stuff. Jake knew something about the Cullens. He knew why everyone stayed the hell away from them and that fucker wasn't going to tell me. So, I hatched a plan, more beer. I would use the power of alcohol to make Jake tell me what he knew and feed my curiosity. I made my way down stairs, pretending to get food from the fridge when I spotted it, a bottle of whiskey. Now, this could be more effective than beer. I smiled at the prospect of a quicker solution. I stuffed the bottle in my pants, grabbed an apple and made it upstairs without tripping once. I fed Jake three shots, only doing one myself and then I pressed him.
"Jake, come on. Why did you say the Cullen's are dangerous? What the hell is up with them?"
He wavered, literally. The whiskey was working, maybe a little two well...
"It's nothing Bella. They're just freaks like you said."
"Don't be a pussy Jake, start talking or drink more." I said taking a sip off the bottle.
"It's complicated." He said and then he too drank more, while spilling some on his shirt.
"Don't torture me like this you sloppy drunk. You can't say something like 'they're dangerous' and then not explain. Don't make me beat it out of you."
We both laughed at that one. The mental image of my drunk ass trying to beat Jake into submission was hilarious. I would most likely just fall over and hurt myself if I dared attempt that.
"Has anyone ever told you about the history of the Quills?" He asked.
"Umm, no. I learned about American Indians in US history, but that was all text book shit. Indian ceremonies, we smoke em peace pipe, you know... it was bullshit."
He sighed. "My dad would kill me if he finds out I told you this."
"Jake, I am so drunk I probably won't even remember tomorrow, now start talking before I slap you in the head."
"The Quill tribe supposedly descended from wolves."
I laughed, but Jake was not amused. "Sorry," I mumbled.
"Listen up or I will leave you in suspense forever." Jake growled. I nodded and let him continue.
"I am not fucking with you, wolves, big fucking wolves with one big fucking enemy." He stopped to take an even bigger swig of whiskey and he winced as he swallowed. I hope he doesn't puke. That would suck.
"So, the wolves acted as protectors from this enemy clan."
"And what the fuck does this have to do with the Cullens?"
"They are the enemy."
"That doesn't make any sense. They just moved here from Alaska or some shit." I grabbed the bottle and pretended to take a swig.
"Or maybe they just moved back." Jake replied. I handed him the bottle.
"So, Dr. Cullen's ancestors lived here back then?"
Jake chuckled. "Not quite. The Cullen's that are here now, are the same as the ones that were here before."
My brain was not processing this. They were all so young. Jake is so FUBARD right now. Maybe I should take the bottle away.
Jake started slurring his words pretty bad. "Those fucking bloodsuckers are the enemy. You call them beautiful. They're beautiful because that is the predator in them. They need to be beautiful to attract prey. To be what they are."
This drunk fucker wasn't making any sense at this point. I took the bottle and hid it under my bed. I looked at Jake and he shook his head.
"They don't follow their instincts. They keep their distance, they stay out of trouble. They keep the wolves at bay."
"OK, captain vague. You are officially cut off. I think the whiskey is rotting your brain."
Jake started to stand. I grabbed his hand to steady him and helped him to the bathroom, where he proceeded to puke his guts out. I checked on Billy and Charlie who were past out drunk downstairs. Thank god, because there was no way we were going to appear not drunk right now. I went back to the bathroom, where Jake was draped over the toilet. He lifted his head.
"I think I got it all out. I need to sleep, to make the spinning stop," and before he could say anything else, he started puking again. Ug! Too much whiskey equals uncontrollable vomiting. I half dragged him to Charlie's bed.
"Try not to puke in here, if you will." I said as tried getting his legs up into the bed.
"I can't make any promises about that. Do you have a bucket or something, just in case?"
I groaned and went out to the porch and grabbed a bucket for him. I stumbled back to Charlie's room and put down the bucket.
"Here, one bucket for the drunken wolf man."
He laughed. "Listen Bella, you can't say anything about what I told you. It's like a super big family secret."
I rolled my eyes. "I won't say anything and I don't really understand what you said anyways."
I turned and he grabbed my shirt. "Just stay away from them. They could slip, those cold fuckers could go right for your jugular and it would be over. Fucking leeches, they come back, we come back... stupid vamps..."
He was muttering nonsense at this point.
"Shut it, you god damn drunk. Just sleep it off."
He closed his eyes and I retreated back to my room. Jake's words followed me into my dreams.
*initiating dream sequence again*
"cold fuckers..."
His cold touch in biology, his colds hands around me, saving me from the mystery machine. Dr. Cullen's cold hands on my head...
"Those fucking bloodsuckers..."
My bleeding finger, his black eyes staring down at me. My finger in his mouth...
"Fucking leeches... stupid vamps..."
I walked away from the school, turning to see him behind me. I stood by my truck. His hands came around me. His cold breathe on my neck, making my lips quiver. He turned me around, staring into my eyes.
"They could slip, those cold fuckers could go right for your jugular and it would be over..."
A grin spread on his lips as he began to kiss my neck. His icy tongue ran across my throbbing jugular. He pulled back and his lips parted to reveal a pair of super shiny fangs.
I was awoken by the sound of a loud rumbling that I recognized as my truck. My stomach lurched as I sat up. Ug! Why did I think drinking whiskey was a good idea?
I walked out into the hallway and looked out the window. Sure enough, Charlie was driving my truck up to the house. Disappointment washed over me. I was hoping that the mystery machine had put that damn truck out of its misery, but atlas, all it did was make it uglier. The right side of the truck bed was dented horribly. The truck backfired and I grabbed onto my pounding head. Tylenol, must get Tylenol.
I managed to swallow a few Tylenol and gulp down an obscene amount of water before crawling back into bed. I could hear Charlie's footsteps coming up the stairs. He walked right up to my door and threw it open.
"Good morning sunshine."
I pulled the blankets over my head in a lame attempt at avoidance.
"I hope you had fun last night. Don't think I don't know about the drinking. Jake was throwing up all night. Billy grounded him for a week and I think I am going to do the same."
I grunted in acknowledgment.
"Time to get up. You have been sleeping for half the day. Go down stairs and eat something, it will make you feel better."
This day sucked. I choked down some toast and then Charlie made me help him with yard work. I was hung over and tired and mowing the fucking grass. It was part of my punishment for drinking. We raked, we cleaned, Charlie was torturing me. I fell on the back porch, drenched in sweat and feeling like I was going to hurl.
"No more drinking. Understood?"
"Uh huh." That was all I could get out. Charlie walked into the house and I lay on the porch wallowing in misery and pain. Lesson learned.
After eating another piece of toast and swallowing like a gallon of water, I went back to bed. Jake's conversation and my dream from last night were stuck in my mind. Every attempt of thinking about something else just brought me back to my wolf boy and the shiny freak. Jake's words were clues and warnings. He talked about the Cullen as if they were monsters in disguise. He called them vamps, blood suckers, leeches...
Oh my god. Jake thought the Cullen's were vampires. I laughed out loud. Jake was not going to get not a slap in the head, but a punch to the gut and then some. That drunk fucker was playing with me. Wolves? Vampires? Did he think I was an idiot? Next time I saw him, I was going to hit him with my copy of Anne Rice's vampire Lastat. I would get a kick out of that.
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