Hi. I’ve been working on this Fanfic for a while, but I don’t know what to call it. Any ideas? Thanks. Please comment.
-VAMPi
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Part One:
Seth’s POV:
I wouldn’t be at the prom – I hated the music they played, and I hadn’t ever had any desire to watch Jared and Kim making out all night, thank you very much – but Abigail had asked me to go with her. She had to go and I couldn’t exactly let her go alone, could I?
I didn’t really like or know Abigail Corr before I met her on the cliff a few weeks ago. I mean, of course I’d heard of her - everybody had heard of her – and I’d seen her once or twice, but I definitely couldn’t say I knew her. She’s in the year above me in school and she’s treated like a Goddess by most of the boys and pretty much everyone else. Personally, I didn’t get it. To me, she’d seemed like such a snob. She strutted about school with her super-popular friends and a crowd of boys hanging off her arm or staring at her as she passed. A few girls hovered around her aswell, longing to get into the ‘popular crowd’.
Sure, she’s pretty – no, more like beautiful - and I’m not denying that she is – as everyone puts it – ‘hot’, but I couldn’t stand her attitude.
Everyone’s going to be jealous, of course, when I take her to the prom, but neither of us will enjoy it. I was slightly offended when I told Leah. Her jaw nearly dropped off.
“Abigail Corr?” she’d said. “You are going to prom with Abigail Corr?”
I suppose I can understand the shock. Abigail is probably the most beautiful and desired girl in school and probably event he whole of the Rez.
People think they know her, but they don’t. They know the act; no one had caught her without its protection until I saw her on the cliff that day.
She’d been sitting on a rock, sobbing. I didn’t recognize her at first, watching from the edge of the trees. I was behind her, so I couldn’t see her face - only her loosely curled black hair.
Then, feeling weird and creepy just standing there, I walked over.
“Excuse me?” I asked, timid and awkward. “Are you okay?”
I guess it was a stupid question, but what else could I have said? Hey, I was spying on you… you’ve never met me before… why are you crying?
That wouldn’t have worked.
She looked up at me, her bright green eyes sore and wet from crying. Thos green eyes are shared by no one else on the Rez. Those green eyes had made many people fall in love with Abigail Corr.
They certainly did that to me.
“Do I look okay to you?” she snapped, grinding her teeth together.
She turned away. The heavy silence lasted forever.
What could I say to that?
“Sorry,” she whispered, staring out at the sea.
The waves were very calm today, and it wasn’t particularly cold, but the sun still refused to show. So much for summer.
“Sorry,” she repeated, turning to look at me again. Her green eyes were sad, apologetic and pleading. “I shouldn’t have snapped. You’re only being nice.”
She focused on me now, her astounding eyes studying my face; searching for something. And I looked at her, reading her expression. She looked so lost, so alone… like one of those poor, nerdy kids her friends beat up and bullied. Abigail was always somewhere else when they were dunking their victim’s head in the toilet. I didn’t realize then that she too disgusted by it to watch.
“You’re Seth Clearwater, right?” she asked.
“Yeah…”
How did she know my name?
She laughed with no humour, forcing a vague smile.
“Don’t freak out; I know everyone’s name,” she said, as though she could read my thoughts.
I was reminded of Edward Cullen, the vampire I’d fought side-by-side with. It was wrong for me to have befriended him. He was my tribe’s natural enemy. Like it was wrong for me to be talking to Abigail Corr; wrong that I was concerned about her. We moved in different circles.
“Sit down, Seth,” Abigail suggested, motioning to the space on the rock beside her.
It wasn’t really a suggestion, though – more of a plea. She really wanted me to sit with her; she wanted me to stay here. As hard as she tried to hide that, I heard it in her voice.
I sat on the ground, next to the rock. She laughed again. Like last time, there was no humour in the sound.
“Thank you,” she murmured with real gratitude. “That you for not doing what any other boy would do. That’s so refreshing.” She sighed, staring out to sea again. “I miss being normal.”
I wanted to say “so do I”. Because, as much as I loved the craziness and the sense of family being a werewolf gave me, I wished I could hang out with boys my own age. I wished I could sleep at night, rather than being on patrol. I wished I didn’t have to keep a secret.
“I feel like I can talk to you, Seth,” Abigail continued. “I feel like I can trust you.” She laughed weakly. “How sad is that? I don’t’ even know you!”
“It’s not said at all,” I replied, debating whether or not I should place my hand on top of hers. “Everyone needs someone to talk to.” God, I sounded like a Goddamn agony aunt. “I thought you’d have plenty of people to talk to, though.”
She sighed, forcing a smile as she glanced down at me. “I don’t, Seth. Nobody knows me.” She paused, and I could tell the next words were hard for her to say. “The person I am in public – she’s made up. She’s a character.”
“And that’s why you’re crying,” I realized.
“Yes. Because I’m so lonely Seth.” She stared into my eyes now, and I felt a surge of pity. “Abigail Corr, she’s not lonely. She loves it all – the boys, the attention, the parties. But Abbie… Abbie hates it all. Abbie is quiet. Abbie wants to read a book and do well with her school work. Abbie wants to live.”
“Abigail… I mean, Abbie, don’t be scared. You aren’t the only person who has to lie. And, Abbie, you needn’t feel lonely anymore.” I smiled at her.
“Thank you, Seth.” She reached out and took my hand, smiling. The smile – for the first time – looked genuine. “Thank you.”
And she kissed me. And it was her kissing me. Not Abigail. It was Abbie and she wasn’t kissing me because she wanted some or because she was drunk and thought I was hot. She kissed me because she was so very, very grateful and because she needed it. Abbie needed to live and breathe. She’d been suffocated by Abigail for so long.
And I kissed her back because I loved Abbie. Because she was the sweetest person I’d ever met and I wanted to help her. I would help Abbie live. I would help her get rid of Abigail Corr.
-VAMPi
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Part One:
Seth’s POV:
I wouldn’t be at the prom – I hated the music they played, and I hadn’t ever had any desire to watch Jared and Kim making out all night, thank you very much – but Abigail had asked me to go with her. She had to go and I couldn’t exactly let her go alone, could I?
I didn’t really like or know Abigail Corr before I met her on the cliff a few weeks ago. I mean, of course I’d heard of her - everybody had heard of her – and I’d seen her once or twice, but I definitely couldn’t say I knew her. She’s in the year above me in school and she’s treated like a Goddess by most of the boys and pretty much everyone else. Personally, I didn’t get it. To me, she’d seemed like such a snob. She strutted about school with her super-popular friends and a crowd of boys hanging off her arm or staring at her as she passed. A few girls hovered around her aswell, longing to get into the ‘popular crowd’.
Sure, she’s pretty – no, more like beautiful - and I’m not denying that she is – as everyone puts it – ‘hot’, but I couldn’t stand her attitude.
Everyone’s going to be jealous, of course, when I take her to the prom, but neither of us will enjoy it. I was slightly offended when I told Leah. Her jaw nearly dropped off.
“Abigail Corr?” she’d said. “You are going to prom with Abigail Corr?”
I suppose I can understand the shock. Abigail is probably the most beautiful and desired girl in school and probably event he whole of the Rez.
People think they know her, but they don’t. They know the act; no one had caught her without its protection until I saw her on the cliff that day.
She’d been sitting on a rock, sobbing. I didn’t recognize her at first, watching from the edge of the trees. I was behind her, so I couldn’t see her face - only her loosely curled black hair.
Then, feeling weird and creepy just standing there, I walked over.
“Excuse me?” I asked, timid and awkward. “Are you okay?”
I guess it was a stupid question, but what else could I have said? Hey, I was spying on you… you’ve never met me before… why are you crying?
That wouldn’t have worked.
She looked up at me, her bright green eyes sore and wet from crying. Thos green eyes are shared by no one else on the Rez. Those green eyes had made many people fall in love with Abigail Corr.
They certainly did that to me.
“Do I look okay to you?” she snapped, grinding her teeth together.
She turned away. The heavy silence lasted forever.
What could I say to that?
“Sorry,” she whispered, staring out at the sea.
The waves were very calm today, and it wasn’t particularly cold, but the sun still refused to show. So much for summer.
“Sorry,” she repeated, turning to look at me again. Her green eyes were sad, apologetic and pleading. “I shouldn’t have snapped. You’re only being nice.”
She focused on me now, her astounding eyes studying my face; searching for something. And I looked at her, reading her expression. She looked so lost, so alone… like one of those poor, nerdy kids her friends beat up and bullied. Abigail was always somewhere else when they were dunking their victim’s head in the toilet. I didn’t realize then that she too disgusted by it to watch.
“You’re Seth Clearwater, right?” she asked.
“Yeah…”
How did she know my name?
She laughed with no humour, forcing a vague smile.
“Don’t freak out; I know everyone’s name,” she said, as though she could read my thoughts.
I was reminded of Edward Cullen, the vampire I’d fought side-by-side with. It was wrong for me to have befriended him. He was my tribe’s natural enemy. Like it was wrong for me to be talking to Abigail Corr; wrong that I was concerned about her. We moved in different circles.
“Sit down, Seth,” Abigail suggested, motioning to the space on the rock beside her.
It wasn’t really a suggestion, though – more of a plea. She really wanted me to sit with her; she wanted me to stay here. As hard as she tried to hide that, I heard it in her voice.
I sat on the ground, next to the rock. She laughed again. Like last time, there was no humour in the sound.
“Thank you,” she murmured with real gratitude. “That you for not doing what any other boy would do. That’s so refreshing.” She sighed, staring out to sea again. “I miss being normal.”
I wanted to say “so do I”. Because, as much as I loved the craziness and the sense of family being a werewolf gave me, I wished I could hang out with boys my own age. I wished I could sleep at night, rather than being on patrol. I wished I didn’t have to keep a secret.
“I feel like I can talk to you, Seth,” Abigail continued. “I feel like I can trust you.” She laughed weakly. “How sad is that? I don’t’ even know you!”
“It’s not said at all,” I replied, debating whether or not I should place my hand on top of hers. “Everyone needs someone to talk to.” God, I sounded like a Goddamn agony aunt. “I thought you’d have plenty of people to talk to, though.”
She sighed, forcing a smile as she glanced down at me. “I don’t, Seth. Nobody knows me.” She paused, and I could tell the next words were hard for her to say. “The person I am in public – she’s made up. She’s a character.”
“And that’s why you’re crying,” I realized.
“Yes. Because I’m so lonely Seth.” She stared into my eyes now, and I felt a surge of pity. “Abigail Corr, she’s not lonely. She loves it all – the boys, the attention, the parties. But Abbie… Abbie hates it all. Abbie is quiet. Abbie wants to read a book and do well with her school work. Abbie wants to live.”
“Abigail… I mean, Abbie, don’t be scared. You aren’t the only person who has to lie. And, Abbie, you needn’t feel lonely anymore.” I smiled at her.
“Thank you, Seth.” She reached out and took my hand, smiling. The smile – for the first time – looked genuine. “Thank you.”
And she kissed me. And it was her kissing me. Not Abigail. It was Abbie and she wasn’t kissing me because she wanted some or because she was drunk and thought I was hot. She kissed me because she was so very, very grateful and because she needed it. Abbie needed to live and breathe. She’d been suffocated by Abigail for so long.
And I kissed her back because I loved Abbie. Because she was the sweetest person I’d ever met and I wanted to help her. I would help Abbie live. I would help her get rid of Abigail Corr.