How much pain can one person endure?
This is not measured in strength
But in the resolve of a person
To be okay.
***
"Are you okay," Dahlia asks, fanning me with the book she holds. I realize that for a second I stopped breathing, and blacked out.
"Whoa, sorry."
"What's wrong with you today," she demands.
"It's nothing," I say, "I'm fine."
"Oh," she says, sarcastically. "You're fine. Great. Is this Edward's fault?"
"What?"
"You guys need some distance if he is going to... Do that stuff to you."
"Whoa," I stop her. "That is none of your business there missy. Besides which, that did not happen last night."
She shrugs. "Whatever you say. But really, could you keep an eye out for my friend?"
"Yeah," I stutter. "I'll let you know if I see her."
"Thanks," she smiles. "Now, I need to grab that book."
"Why are you jumping straight to the occult?"
"Are you a doubter?"
"No," I laugh, "but it is quite a leap."
"I know, but... I saw - something. I'm not sure what it was. Tall as a human, but huge, and furry, with glowing yellow eyes."
"What do you think it was?"
"I dunno, but I intend to find out."
***
I finally get back home late that afternoon, drained from the social interaction. I've never been super outgoing before, but today, it's been especially hard. I love Dahlia, but it's hard to be around her sometimes.
Alice welcomes me back to the house with a halfhearted grin, and knowing eyes. Carlisle stands beside her, his face downturned into a frown. Of course she saw.
Carlisle doesn't say anything, but he motions for me to follow him, and leads me to his study.
The study in this house towers over two or three stories, lined with bookcases and ladders, filled with books. He must have one of every book in existence in this room, and on one section of wall, he has a collection of as many translations of the Bible as he could find, surrounding a single book in the middle, a replica he had made of his father's Bible from when Carlisle was a boy.
"We have a problem on our hands now," he begins, leaning on his desk.
"What's the problem?"
"Well, the werewolf girl was definitely killed by a vampire, but we don't know who it is. This may actually be their hunting territory."
"Or," I argue, "they were a nomad, passing through."
"I don't think so," he says, gesturing to the secret door which leads to his at home medical room.
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Blood Moon
قصص الهواةON HIATUS Ten years after the battle at forks, the Volturi send out a cry for help. Meanwhile, in their new town of Avonlee, a young werewolf is found dead, spilling open a whole pandora's box of secrets.
