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  Emily Young 05:51:38 pm on June 11, 2009 | 0 | # |
  Tags: Emily, family, imprint, kids, La Push, Love, marriage, Sam, what the hell, wolf pack

  So it seems like we’ve been AWOL, huh?

  Yeah.

  So here’s how it goes. Girl has best friend. Girl’s best friend’s boyfriend who happens to be a shapeshifting wolf imprints on her. Wolf and girl live happily ever.

  Or so the story goes.

  Actually, the story goes a little more along the lines of, “what the hell? How am I going to live out a normal adult married life with hordes of shapeshifters crowding around my kitchen table and a husband who hears voices in his head?”

  Yeah.

  The long and short of it is that Sam and I decided to take a month or so away from all this craziness. It was time. Time to adjust to living as a married couple. Time to fix up this little house. Time to think about what our future holds. But, you know? All that time we spent talking about babies and nurseries and names seems crazy right now.

  Last night we went the Clearwater’s place, for a pack gathering. It seems like they’ve grown since Sam has been away. There’s another girl, and a new boy with an imprintee, and catch this…an eagle. And so not only are they all struggling with which Alpha to accept, but then there’s me struggling with the thought that maybe I don’t want to have kids that have no choice but to grow up in this crazy life.

  I mean, maybe the Cullens will leave and my kids will never have to deal with this. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. But what if they don’t? Or what if someday when I’m old and wrinkled, they come back? Do I have to see my grandkids tortured by a legend come to life?

  But then there’s the pack. ‘Cause no matter what, I can’t escape from the fact that I love these crazy kids. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed them. How terrible would it be to have a passel of kids with a passel of huge uncles…and a couple of aunts…to protect and teach them the ways of their tribe?

  I just don’t know anymore.
   
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  Riley 06:44:18 am on June 11, 2009 | 0 | # |
  Tags: Love, moving in, pack

  First of all, we have to choose packs. It’s crazy! How am I to choose between my “kid brother” and my best friend from High school? Jacob is the rightful Alpha, but Sam was the “original.” It’s crazy.

  The pack had dinner at the Clearwaters tonight. It was nice, not everyone was there, but Sam and Emily were there. It was nice to see my childhood best friend. I haven’t seen him since graduation. His wife is great. She made some delicious food.

  Anyway, back to what I was really coming here to talk about. I’ve been planning on moving out for sometime. All my student loans are paid off, I’ve got a decent amount of money in the bank and I have a new job in advertising in Seattle. Plus a great girlfriend.. imprintee? Girlfriend. Aurora is amazing. Sure she’s a few years older, but age is just a number. 

  After dinner tonight I went back home and started preparing what I was going to say. Such a geek, I know. I went out and got her favorite flowers, stargazed lillies and a bottle of red wine. I was nervous, but so happy to see her. She looked beautiful, her hair was a little messy from sleeping all day. But she had candles lit all downstairs. It was romantic. I told her about the pack thing, then I kind of just… asked her.

  SHE SAID YES! That she’d move in with me of course.

  We start house slash apartment hunting soon. 

  I feel like a giddy twelve year old school girl.
   
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  Helene 11:22:04 pm on June 8, 2009 | 0 | # |
  Tags: Bethan, Helene, Love, Marcus, Volturi

  So they’re in each other’s arms right now.  I did what any self respecting fool with a broken heart would do.

  I ran.

  Before he could tell me not to, before any empty explanations…  I know him.  I know her.  I know how he pulls her, because he pulls me the same way.  I did what I should have done when I first found out she loved him.  I should have ran then – before our indiscretion hurt her.  Before I could let theirs hurt me…

  I talked to Beth’s friend Andrey before I left Volterra.  He is so in love with her.  We commiserated a bit.  We both talked about what happened, licked our wounds.   He has an incredible secret power; he can freeze things – including people.  I suspect he often does this to himself when he is hurting to shield himself from experiencing the pain for a while.  I watched him do it on the beach.  While watching him, he froze me in that state with him.

  It was amazing.  It was like sleep – the sleep I have been longing for, for so long.  My mind and my heart were numb; for a while unfeeling.  Before completely freezing, I shielded us so we couldn’t be seen by anyone that happened upon such a strange sight: A huge frozen cocoon on a remote Italian beach.   I don’t know how long we stayed that way but the solace was welcome. Upon awakening, we discovered that in our slumber we had inherited each other’s powers.  An interesting development; one I will explore once I get my mind right again…

  Andrey offered me the use of his house in Siberia and I took it.  I told Renata that I was going away for an extended leave of absence.  I will visit Maggie (who is also currently without country) in Paris, and then maybe make my way to New York City where I will live for a while.  Yesterday, I left my home of the last 19 years to an unknown future.
   

• Helene 09:16:28 pm on June 7, 2009 | 0 | # |
  Tags: Bethan, Helene, Love, Marcus

  Dear Marcus and Bethan,

  By the time you read this, I will be gone. I hate to leave my family, and my duty, but I think it best for everyone that I go. I don’t want to cause any more pain and confusion. Though it pains me to leave, I feel my absence is best for both myself and my family. I won’t explain how I found out, but I know about you being together. Please do not try and contact me with explanations; you don’t owe me any. No matter how much I feel for him, I do not own his heart – I understand that. It was not so long ago that I hurt Beth in the same way. I understand that pull all too well.

  Please let me go so that I can right myself; I need to face my feelings on my own – so that I can deal with them; and let them go. I walk through these halls as half a person, a hollow shell of what I once was. I need to leave for a while so I can be whole again.

  I am not sure where I am going, or how long I will be gone.

  I love you both,

  Helene
   
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  Quil Ateara 02:17:55 am on June 6, 2009 | 0 | # |
  Tags: Claire, Imprinting, La Push, Love, Wolves

  Yesterday-I was walking on the beach, singing along to Aerosmith, when Willow almost gave me a heart attack by grabbing the ear buds out of my ears and yelling “Hey Quil” at the same time. I guess she owed me that much.. I did the same thing to her a couple weeks ago. I just wonder how much of my singing she really heard. We walked along and talked for a while. I got into the whole imprinting thing. I could tell it was really confusing to her, but she was interested in knowing what it was like. I told her that the guys sometimes tell me that I should go out and meet someone my age. She said that I should maybe come with her to Seattle to Matt’s show and talk to some people. She said I can protect Claire and be there for her, but also have fun myself along the way. That really got me thinking. No one has really put it that way before. Just as I was telling Willow to be careful, and that I worry about her and Matt, my cellphone rang and it was Claire. She was bored at home and wanted me to come and rescue her.

  I went over and decided to take her to a playground where she could play. There isn’t a lot to choose from, but the one near the Quileute Tribal School was open to the public this time of year, to a certain time. It is also nearby home, because I didn’t have time to drive to Forks or anywhere with a park. So we headed out. On the way, I was singing along to the radio, and she heard me say “Sometimes love comes around..” She asked me if I was in love. It couldn’t help laughing. That subject has been on my mind so much lately, it just caught me off guard to have her bringing it up. I told her the truth. That I have never been in love. And that she is the only girl that I care about right now. Which is the truth. We played on the slides and the swings. She tried to get me to lean my head back and look at the sky while I swung, but that made me feel like I was going to throw up.

  We continued our love conversation for a while. I asked her if there were any boys in her preschool class that she liked. She acted like that was an insult. She said that they are mean and that they only want to play with other boys. I told her not to worry, that it would be way too soon, and she is going to be telling me all about some guy in her class that she thinks is cute. I really dread that day. I mean, not because I don’t want her to be happy and experience life and meet other people. I just know that I am not going to ever think that anyone is ever going to be good enough for my Claire Bear. I told her to let me know if the kids were ever really mean to her, and I would hold some kindergartener up by his ankles on the playground. She was shocked, but seemed to like that idea.

  Before we knew it, the stars were coming out, and I needed to get her back. She fell asleep in the car on the drive home. I carried her inside, tucked her and Mr. Bear in, and kissed her on the forehead. As I left the house and was headed out to patrol, I could still see her laying there all tucked in, hugging that stuffed bear. I could see her watching me drive in the car and telling me that I was the only boy that she liked. I had all these images running through my head of all the times we have been together and how nothing in this world- NO ONE in this world is ever going to be as important to me as that little girl. But then I had other thoughts as well. Thoughts about how long, how many years I have ahead of me with her as a child. And how even though I am not aging, (which means one day we will be the same age), who is to say she will ever think of me in anyway other than a big brother. Maybe I should consider exploring my options. Just a thought. But its something I have been thinking about for a while now. Especially with everyone falling in love around me.
   
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  vixenthanh 02:38:12 am on June 2, 2009 | 0 | # |
  Tags: BAMFN, Felix, gift, Love, mary, money, rant, Relationship, travel, Wade, what the hell

  I guess if you’re too lazy or whatever to read my blog or it’s too “controversial” for you, I’m gonna put a little tiny summary of my life on here. Life has been pretty sweet lately. Fe and I had our first fight but whatevs. We got it straightened out. Or at least he thinks we did. He seems to think I’m gonna tell him whenever I get the urge to travel. Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts. I want a lover, not a mother.
  But he made up with me nicely, buying me some bling from Cartier and then a BMW K1300S. I look super hot on that bike.
  He’s leaving to go back to Volterra for work stuff soon so I think I’m gonna head out to California to visit Mary and Wade and maybe hit up Disneyland. I don’t like staying by myself in Barcelona, so if anyone wants to visit, drop me a line!
  Catch ya later biatches!
   
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  Helene 10:43:44 pm on May 31, 2009 | 0 | # |
  Tags: Bethan, Helene, Love, Marcus, Relationship

  I had been thinking of that “morning after” argument we all had when Beth came home for days.  I have come to this conclusion…  I will love Marcus as I told him – no matter what.  I have thought of ways to leave.  To leave him be and be gone from him.  Aside from dying, I just can’t do it.  I can’t begin to explain it.  I just have to be here near him… I will not leave my family and my duty.  If I am whispered about because of our “dalliances” then so be it.  I tire thinking and overthinking it, and I care not for what others think.

  I also have come to this conclusion:  Marcus may never be one of those “one woman” men.  Though it pains me to think it, I really can’t change him.  Please don’t judge him – and please don’t judge me for seeming so nonchalant about it.  You can’t look at our relationships and measure them with human standards.  For some lucky mated couples (like Esme and Carlisle), their relationships mirror those of the humans that surround them.  They are very lucky to have found each other and to have been loyal to each other for so long.  But for others of our kind; relationships are not as black and white.  Let’s face it:  even the best of us can screw the most perfect things up – especially when we have an eternity in which to do it.

  Once you have been around for centuries, as Marcus has, your view of the world and its relationships differs.  He had his mate.  He loved her for centuries.  Then he lost her.  That will change a person.  Can he love again?  I think he can.  Will it be me?  I don’t know.  I could torture myself with such thoughts – I have an eternity to do so don’t I?  But I choose not to.  I will just keep existing like I always have; and always will.

  I am in love with him.  I can’t change that.  I may be meant for Marcus, or there may be someone else out there for me.  But please don’t judge him because he can’t decide.  He loved Didyme for centuries and he lost her.  Maybe he is scared to choose.  Maybe he doesn’t want to choose.  I don’t have to like it, but I won’t force him to decide (as if I could).  If he wants my love, it is his.  If not, this is my fate and I will accept it…

  But no more will I think of this relationship in human terms.  I am fine with being his occasional companion – even if I am not his soulmate.
   
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  Kitten 03:35:42 pm on May 31, 2009 | 0 | # |
  Tags: abandonement, Affair, American Nomad, Charlotte, hate, Love, Malakai, Marek, marriage, Peter, what the hell

  Thursday night it all started with some brotherly bonding long overdue at a local gentleman’s club. Marek sent Charlotte a text message to see how she was doing as he hadn’t seen her much if at all since they traveled from Seattle. That sparked a rather risque strand of text messages that eventually led to Marek abandoning his night with his brother Malakai and going to see Charlotte at her hotel. They went for a long walk in the vineyards of Napa, California and had an even longer conversation. As the sun rose upon the valley you could find them in the shade of a large tree having an affair leading to the destruction of a sixty year marriage.

  Talking to an already suspicious Malakai later that day Marek confessed everything that had happened. Putting Malakai in a position between his best friend and his blood. As Malakai stewed over what direction to take, Marek cleaned up and went to meet Charlotte in the vineyard in the early evening to discuss where they were to go from here. They confessed an unknown and shocking love for each other as Charlotte made the decision to leave her husband Peter for Marek. They soon after went to tell Malakai together in order to devise a plan of what they would be doing next. All three knew they would need to run and that Peter would come after them. Marek would be in grave danger if Peter ever caught up to them. Charlotte wanted to give Peter the respect of telling him in person so as she slipped away to do so Marek and Malakai gathered their things and ran to a secluded meeting spot to wait. Marek paced anxiously awaiting the return of his new lover until finally she came running into his open arms to hold her tightly. Charlotte left Peter.

  They can now be found running to Northern Louisiana to lay low until they can find a new route to avoid Peter finding them and potentially killing Marek for the crimes of betrayal both him and Charlotte have committed against him.
   
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  Helene 10:05:30 pm on May 29, 2009 | 0 | # |
  Tags: Bethan, Helene, Love, Marcus, Volturi

  

  The Volturi always has it’s share of secrets.  Much of these secrets, are revealed in hushed corridors, dark anterooms, or behind closed doors.  Some of the secrets aren’t even common knowledge by the people that we call family, much less to the outside world.  I had one such secret.  I had fallen in love with Marcus.  I fell for him almost two decades ago when I first came to Volterra.  For decades I kept that secret close, fearing that one day he would see it clear as day; as he can see everyone else’s relationships.  The weight pressed on me until I decided to tell Bethan.  She held my secret close and told no one.

  I was headed to Ireland to visit Maggie when I decided to take Corin’s advice (unbeknownst to him who I had feelings for): to just tell him.  It shocked him in more ways than one.   It surprised him that I (who had lived so close to him) had felt this way for so long; and that he could not see it.  I didn’t expect him to return my feelings.  I left for Ireland content in the fact that my heart was open and I didn’t have to fear him finding out one day on his own.  So I left to separate myself from him so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable in my presence, and we could go back to life as usual.

  And while I was gone the unexpected happened:  He fell for Bethan and she fell for him.  Even though I held no expectations, I was hurt in a way I had never felt hurt before.  I was happy that he could open his heart after his loss of Didyme, but sad that it wasn’t to me.  And sad that my confidant was now his beloved.  I could have gotten over him.  I could have been fine with their newfound love.

  But it gets worse.

  I started getting this strange vibe from him.  He wanted to talk this out.  I wanted to leave to give him space… to let Beth and Marcus develop their relationship without the guilt of my presence.  But he wouldn’t let me go.  He ordered me to stay… and he kissed me.  I could have survived an eternity had I not a taste of what I only imagined in my dreams.  Bethan saw our indiscretion and so this dance began.  We all took turns hurting each other… A stolen moment for her, a stolen moment for me.  All the while we get more tangled and confused.

  Then I did the unthinkable.  I spent the night with him.  All this torment.  All this longing for him.  All pent up …  I almost made it, I was almost able to resist him.  She would have been home in one more night and surely I would have been cast aside… But we both decided to throw caution to the wind; consequences be damned.  I called to him and he came to me.  The next morning the confusion was only thicker.  And the consequences were staring us in the face.

  I know he feels for both of us.  I know I should leave.  I should walk away and leave them be.  But he won’t let me.  And I can’t resist his pull.   I have never felt this before, but he pulls me to him.  I know when he is near before I even see him.  I can sense what he is feeling before he even walks in the room.  I have to get away from here before he destroys me – but I am bound.  I am bound to my duty; to my family.

  So I do just that. I do my duty and go home.  Not knowing where this will go… All I know is that something has got to give.  If this keeps on like it is, we are going to crush each other…
   
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  Bethan 07:00:01 pm on May 29, 2009 | 0 | # |
  Tags: America, Corin, Donna, Felix, guard, Helene, Jane, London, Love, Marcus, Married, Renata, Santiago, Scralett, Senna, Thanh, Vegitarian, Volturi

  What a month…As if guard training isn’t tough enough on it’s own and having my first assignment to America, my stupid heart decides to fall in love . Great. Fantastic. Most women would be overjoyed. Me? Well nothing is ever straightforward is it. Firstly having my Sister Helene, a great companion to me who helped me overcome some of my homesickness during my first few weeks in Italy confessing her undying love for him. At this point it was quite innocent, nothing more than flirtation between him and I, until that day in his office. Just the two of us. Then the second complication, he is a Master. Thirdly, and yes there is more folks, he had a place in his heart for BOTH of us. Oh Marcus…. It seemed that the news of our “indiscression” travelled fairly quickly in Volterra, and beyond. Silly silly girl. As everyone else is falling in love (even getting married in secret like Reana and Santiago) I fell apart.

  I was glad to go on assignment with Felix, Demetri and Renata just to get away from Volterra and his pull on me. Apparently as soon as I went away, he was missing me in the company of my Sister. Something she confessed to me. It seemed like he had made his choice. Whilst in America I busied myself with learning about the treaty that the vegetarian coven in Forks had drawn up with the Native American Indians nearby in LaPush. Renata as usual was the Mistress of diplomacy, taking me with her to talk to Carlisle their leader. The Masters were worried about the corrolation between the numbers of vampires in the area and the number of shape shifters. There was a recent addition to their coven resulting in a new shapeshifer. No blood was spilled, no harsh words, just diplomacy. It was all over very soon, and during the flight I decided to head to my flat in London, just so I could spend some time in the company of good friends, and to understand what was going on in my heart.

  London was amazing as usual. I felt stronger and more confident in the company of my friends. We tracked down a very damaged tracker, a Kingston one of Scarlett’s old Coven. I immediately disliked him and the feeling was entirely reciprocated. Donna seems to like him though. God knows why. I decided that I would return to Italy, to Marcus and talk to him. If he wanted me to leave then I would. But I hoped to go back to his arms.

  Things were…different when I returned home. It was thick around the guard that Marcus had been seen in Helene’s vineyard entering the house, and not leaving. I left for work on Tuesday hoping that this wasn’t so. I was called to his office after work. The air hung thick with their scent, mingled, entwined. It was obvious to me that they were fresh from bed. It took all my strength to muster an explanation and keep my temper. Obviously hurt and humiliated, this was a man I was willing to give myself to for the first time in almost a Century, and he had betrayed me with a Sister, who was closer to me than my friends had been. From somehwhere I received the strength to tell them both exactly how betrayed I felt. I can’t believe that they took all that they knew about me and betrayed me after 7 days of absence.

  Now? I go through the motions. I don’t feel vindicated. I feel nothing. It will be a long time before another man comes near to my heart. I have taken to inflicting pain on mortals to take out some of my hurt. I have not seen either since that day. The question is where do we go from here?
   

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