Characters/Pairings: Seth Clearwater/OC
Short summary: Liz is forced to move in with her aunt in Forks after her father's death and is determined to not like it until she meets Seth Clearwater. Suddenly, she's pulled into a world of supernatural myths and when a group of super-powered vampires called The Volturi show up, she doesn't think she can make it to her seventeenth birthday alive.
A/N: I'm not sure anyone is still reading this (which is completely my fault since I up and disappeared for two years) but I figured I'd post this here as well.
It was strange being in school the next day. It felt like there was this giant storm cloud hanging over my head, one that came with a giant alarm clock, slowly counting down to the end. And the weirdest part was that no one else knew about it. I wasn’t sure how the fight, war, whatever it was, would affect the citizens of Forks but I found it hard to believe that it would happen without anyone realizing that something was going on. I mean, the whole town could be destroyed and no one knew. I wanted to get up on my table in the cafeteria and start shouting for everyone to get out while they still could, but I’m pretty sure I would have gotten detention for trying to start a riot. And then Emma would have found out and she would drag me, kicking and screaming, to see that psychiatrist. Even so, I wish I could somehow get my friends to leave town next weekend, although I knew that would be impossible. They were all looking forward to going to that ridiculous dance. Maybe I could try and force them all into going to the movies in Port Angeles that Sunday afternoon, though. Or would that still be too close? I wasn’t even sure where exactly this fight was going to take place, just that it was in a clearing in the middle of the woods. For all I knew, it could be closer to Port Angeles than Forks.
“Liz, what is going on with you?” Lydia asked as we changed after gym class. “You’re really twitchy today.”
“Nothing,” I said. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“Right,” she said skeptically, watching me with narrowed eyes. “And that’s why you keep jumping a foot off the ground every time someone closes their locker.”
“I have not,” I replied. Why was she even paying that close attention to me? It was a little creepy.
“Really?” she asked. She slammed her locker closed and it still managed to startle me, even though I knew it was coming. I couldn’t help it; my nerves felt like they were so wound up that I would never be able to relax again.
I sighed, deciding to change the subject. There was no way I could actually tell her why I was so frazzled and Lydia was probably the only one that would be able to pry the secret out of me. “Hey, did you drive here today?” She nodded and I asked, “Want to give me a ride to La Push?”
“Aren’t you still grounded?” she asked, her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
I shrugged. “I really want to see Seth.”
“Yeah, but your aunt will flip if she finds out about it,” she pointed out.
I rolled my eyes. Obviously, I had gone to the wrong friend for the planned jailbreak. Maybe I would have to wait for English and Chase’s bad influence, although I’m sure Lydia would be pissed if she missed some ‘hot Quileute boys.’ “You know, some of his friends might be there,” I said. I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t desperate to see Seth, I wanted Lydia as far from the pack as I could get her, but it was probably the only way I would be able to get her to take me. “And they walk around shirtless all the time.”
She pursed her lips, obviously onto the fact that I was trying to manipulate her. Her desire to see half-naked boys won out in the end, though. “If you’re not at my car five minutes after the bell rings, I’m leaving without you,” she said before turning to leave.
I couldn’t help laughing. “I’ll be there!” I yelled, drawing the attention of the other girls in the locker room.
I had a wide smile on my face when I walked into English, which, I guess, was a very noticeable difference from the way I had been acting at lunch. “What are you so happy about?” Chase asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Just happy.”
He actually snorted at that. “You’re never just happy. What’s up?”
“Fine,” I said, feeling a little shocked at the truth behind his words. I pushed it aside, though, because I was too excited at the prospect of seeing Seth to try and analyze what it meant. “Lydia’s going to give me a ride to La Push.”
Chase actually groaned at that. “And then what, you’re just going to set her loose on the poor unsuspecting people there?”
I gave him a strange look. He made her sound like some kind of serial killer. “I figured she would hang out with his friends for a little while. She’s always begging me to introduce her.”
He sighed in exasperation and said, in a voice that one would use when they were trying to explain something complicated to a small child, “You can’t just leave her alone there. She’ll have five restraining orders filed against her by sundown.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re exaggerating.”
“You may think I am now but don’t be surprised when all of his friends stop talking to you.”
I rolled my eyes at him again because I was pretty sure where all of this was coming from. “You know, if you wanted to come and ogle hot guys too, all you have to do is ask.”
He laughed at that. “All I want to do is make sure Lydia doesn’t get arrested.”
“Just meet us by her car after school,” I said, trying to hold in my laughter as Mr. Mason started the class. I couldn’t believe that sneaking out to La Push had turned into such a big thing but I also didn’t care. I couldn’t really explain why it was so crucial that I saw Seth. I knew that Alice had told the pack about what we learned last night, she had left my room soon after I had woken up, and I guess I was curious to see how they were reacting. I wanted to know Seth’s role in it, although I was selfishly hoping that Sam would force him out of the action. I could take his complaining about that for days as long as I knew he was safe.
Lydia wasn’t pleased when I showed up at her car with Chase, though. “What is he doing here?” she asked, clearly annoyed.
I raised an eyebrow at her. “He wanted to come to La Push too.”
“He wanted to ruin my fun, you mean,” she pouted.
“Uh… you do realize I’m standing right here, right?” he laughed.
Lydia rolled her eyes at him and got in her car without responding. I shrugged at him before climbing into the passenger seat. The car, an older silver Saturn, actually belonged to Lydia’s mother but luckily, she let Lydia use it on days when she didn’t need it. It was nice being in a car that didn’t look and smell like a hazardous waste dump.
The ride to La Push was a little awkward. Lydia and Chase spent the time bickering over an incident that involved one of Chase’s cousins who now, apparently, refused to ever come back to Forks. I tried to tune them out as best as I could, I really didn’t give a crap about Lydia’s socially awkward behavior. I drummed my fingers on the dashboard and interrupted her as she told Chase where exactly he could tell his cousin to shove it, “Oh my God, Lydia. Can’t you speed it up a little?”
“I’m going the speed limit,” she said defensively. After Chase had been convinced that Lydia would fail her drivers test, I expected her to drive like some kind of lunatic. Instead, she was always overly cautious whenever she got behind the wheel, often driving at a pace that would put snails to shame.
“Are you kidding me? My dead grandmother drives faster than this,” I replied.
“Your dead grandmother can drive?” Chase asked, a giant smirk on his face.
“No,” I said, my voice flat with annoyance. “That’s the whole point.”
“Why do you guys keep criticizing my driving?” Lydia asked, exasperated. “May I remind you, Chase, that you failed the driving test the first time you took it and you, Liz, don’t even know how to drive!”
Chase scowled at that but I just laughed it off. “That doesn’t change the fact that we were just passed by a bus full of nuns!”
“They can risk their lives by passing illegally, Liz, they have Jesus on their side!” she snapped.
I couldn’t help laughing at her. She slowed at a stop sign and I could see La Push’s small convenience store up ahead. Seth’s house wasn’t that far so I jumped out and yelled, “Meet me at First Beach!”
“Where are you going?” Lydia called after me.
“I’m going to get Seth and some of his friends,” I said. “I’ll see you guys at the beach, alright?” I started running in the direction of Seth’s house.
“Hey, you promised me shirtless guys, O’Brien!” she yelled.
I couldn’t help laughing as I continued running. I was winded by the time I reached Seth’s house but I didn’t stop to catch my breath before pounding on the front door. It wasn’t until after I had done this that I realized Sue might be home, and if she caught me, I had no doubt in my mind that she would rat me out to Emma. I probably should have gone to Seth’s bedroom window first but it was too late to do anything now. I could head someone unlocking the door.
Luck must have been on my side, though, because Seth opened the door. I threw myself at him the second I saw his beautiful smile and pulled him into a tight hug. “Whoa,” he laughed. “Hey Liz.”
“Hi,” I smiled. It felt like all of my worries and anxieties had disappeared the second I saw him. It was hard being scared about anything when I could feel his warm body this close to mine and smell that mixture of salt water and pine trees that was so distinctly Seth.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him. “Are you finally ungrounded?”
“No,” I sighed. “I just wanted to see you.”
He laughed and pulled away to see my face. “You know, if you keep pulling these little jailbreaks, you’re going to be grounded until you graduate college.”
“I really don’t care,” I replied. I looked into his house then, a little scared that his mother might pop out from behind the stove or something. “Is your mom here?” I whispered.
He smiled. “No, she’s over at Charlie’s.”
“Charlie?” I asked. I had no idea who that was.
“Chief Swan.” He made a face as he continued, “I think they might be dating.”
“Oh,” I said. I couldn’t stand to see his frown so I traced his bottom lip with my thumb. He smiled before leaning down and brushing his lips against mine. I tangled my hand in his hair and pulled him closer, wanting to kiss him properly, when I heard someone start to cheer. “Seth, you’ve got to see this!” someone yelled from his bedroom. “I just made this guy’s head explode!”
Well, that kind of ruined the mood. I pulled away from him and asked, “Who’s that?”
Seth groaned. “Brady. Sorry, he brought over the new Call of Duty.”
“Oh,” I said, a plan forming in my mind. I grabbed his hand, not wanting to lose any contact with him, and I walked to his bedroom.
“Oh, hey Liz,” Brady said, his eyes never leaving the screen. “Sneaking out again?”
“Yep,” I replied, sitting down next to him on the bed. Seth stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared at his friend. “Hey Brady, do you think you could do me a favor?”
“What is it?” he asked skeptically. His fingers were moving blindingly fast over the Xbox controller and I was a little afraid that the plastic wouldn’t last much longer.
“Do you think you could go down to First Beach and entertain my friends for an hour or so?” I asked, hoping he would take the bait. I knew he was only in middle school but he definitely fit the bill of cute and shirtless. Plus, he looked more like he was twenty-five than fourteen so I didn’t think Lydia would mind.
“But I’m in the middle of -” He was cut off by Seth clearing his throat loudly. He looked up from the television for the first time and noticed the not-so-polite ‘Get the hell out’ look on his friend’s face. He sighed in annoyance. “Fine.”
“Thanks, Brady,” I smiled as he got up from the bed.
“Sure, sure,” he waved me off. “Seth, could I borrow one of your shirts?”
“No!” I practically yelled. They looked at me in confusion and I tried to backtrack so I wouldn’t look crazy. “You don’t need a shirt. It feels like summer out there.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Brady muttered in anger. “And an hour, really? You’re setting your hopes a little high, don’t you think?”
Brady ran down the hallway after that remark while Seth picked a shoe up off his bedroom floor and threw it. He had moved so fast that the shoe was only a black blur as it flew through the air. I heard a loud thunk and then Brady yelled, “Ow!”
I tried to hold in a laugh as I called out, “Her name’s Lydia, okay? She should be hanging out down there with a blond kid!”
Seth laughed. “What, did you have to bribe her to bring you down here?”
I smiled sheepishly. “You don’t mind that I’m basically pimping your friends out, do you?”
“Are you kidding? Brady is going to be overjoyed that he gets to hang out with an older girl.” He sat down next to me and brushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “Besides,” he said, his voice low and husky, “no one’s home right now.”
He leaned over and started kissing my neck, while at the same time grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him. I resisted the urge to give into him, although I really wanted to see how far we could get before the universe decided stop us again. I pulled away and said, “Actually, I kind of wanted to talk to you about something.”
He made a face at that. “What’s up?”
I slipped my shoes off before pulling my knees up to my chest. “I assume Alice told the pack about the dream I had last night.”
“Yeah,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “Sam called a pack meeting about it last night.”
“So what are you guys doing?” I asked. He raised an eyebrow at me and I continued. “Do you really expect me to believe that the pack hasn’t come up with some kind of strategy already?”
He laughed. “Well, we still have to talk to the Cullens about the best way to fight these guys. They will be a lot harder to beat than the newborns.” He scowled and said, “But Sam’s doing his best to keep me out of the action. He wants me to patrol the rez with Colin and Brady to make sure none of the vampires try anything.”
I sighed in relief. Thank God for Sam. “Well, that’s not so bad.”
“Not so bad?” Seth asked, his voice rising with his temper. “Liz, these guys tried to eat you and now they want to kill my friends. I can’t just let them get away with that!”
“And they won’t,” I said. “The Cullens and the rest of the pack –”
He interrupted me. “No, I can’t just let my friends fight them on their own.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I could only take comfort in the fact that Sam was intent on keeping Seth out of the action. “Okay,” I said, scooting closer to him and putting my hand over his in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. “I’m sorry.”
He sighed and ran his other hand through his hair. “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that but I just… hate it when Sam treats me like I’m some kind of kid.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. My neck got hot as I remembered what exactly had happened the last time we were in this exact position in his bedroom. “You do realize that you’ll be spending that day in La Push, right?”
He ran his nose lightly up my neck as he spoke and I suddenly found it very hard to think. “What?”
“Yeah,” he answered softly. He was so close that I could feel his hot breath on my neck. “My mom’s going to do whatever she has to in order to get Emma here. You’ll have to make her bring you along, okay? I won’t even be able to think if you’re not here and safe.”
“Alright,” I said. “I’ll be here.”
His answering smile was brilliant. “Thank you,” he said. He leaned in and kissed me softly, his lips were gentle as they moved slowly over mine.
I was having trouble breathing normally by the time he pulled away. I rested my forehead against his and whispered, “I have to ask you something.”
“What is it?” he asked curiously.
I bit my lip, suddenly feeling a little awkward. I don’t think I would be able to handle it very well if he rejected me, this might be the only chance I would be able to see Seth this week. “Uh… Forks High is having this stupid dance next Friday and Lydia kind of talked me into going so I was wondering if you… wanted to go… with me.” I couldn’t look at him as I waited for his answer; it was all just a little too embarrassing. When he didn’t respond right away, I started to ramble. “I know it sounds really stupid but I think it might be fun. And I’ve already bought a dress so I can’t really back out now, although I would understand if you’re busy that –”
He put his finger over my mouth, effectively stopping my word vomit. “I’ll go with you,” he laughed. “I won’t have to wear a suit, right?”
I giggled. “No. Just make sure you show up with a shirt on.”
“Oh,” he said, trying to hold in a smile. He looked down at his bare chest and then back up at me, raising one of his eyebrows. “I thought you liked this, but I guess I should put one on now.”
I pushed him back on the bed before lying on top of him. “I don’t think so.” I kissed him hard before trailing my lips down his neck to his muscular chest. He let out a gasp when I reached his abs before grabbing me gently and pulling my face back up to his. I was a little worried that I had gone too far but he simply smiled at me before placing his lips on mine. I seemed to lose myself in him, the way I always did whenever we did this. It was almost a little embarrassing how light-headed I felt, and I’m pretty sure my stomach was doing back flips. Before I even knew what was happening, one of his hands was under my shirt and moving upwards while the other was planted firmly on my back, holding me against him. I lost all control of myself when his large, warm hand brushed shyly over the cotton material of my bra. I ground my hips down onto his and his responding moan only encouraged me to do it again. He raised his hips to meet mine that time and I started breathing harder, if that was even possible. I buried my face in his neck, a little embarrassed by my panting, and he whispered my name. I took a little comfort in the fact that he sounded just as breathless as I felt.
I kissed his neck softly, his skin burning my lips in more ways than one, and said, “I love you.” My voice was so low that I was surprised that he heard me, super hearing and all. And then it felt like his hands were every where, the one at my chest was moving in a way that made my breath come out way too hard and fast to be normal and the one at my back moved lower, holding me in place as he bucked his hips up into mine. I could feel him, even through the heavy fabric of our jeans, and the pressure from his hips felt so good that I just wanted more. I couldn’t hold in the moan that rose up my throat when I pushed myself down onto him, trying to maintain that pressure. He made this weird, strangled sound that seemed to come from the back of his throat and his grip on my hip tightened to the point where it actually hurt.
And then he just stopped. He picked me up gently and placed me next to him, not meeting my eyes when I looked at him in confusion. “What’s wrong?” I asked, still having a little trouble breathing.
“Nothing,” he said, his voice unnaturally hoarse. His hands were covering the crotch of his jeans as he sat up quickly.
I sat up too, watching him in alarm. “Seth, what’s going?”
“It’s nothing, Liz,” he said. I noticed he was blushing, the cooper skin of his neck darker than normal. “I, uh… I just have to go clean up.” It clicked then. My eyes widened as I watched him get up and grab something from the dresser across the room before darting out the door. I could literally feel the blood rushing up my neck to my face. I couldn’t believe it; I thought things like that only happened in bad movies. He was still avoiding my eyes when he got back, wearing a new pair of pants.
There was a tense, awkward silence filling the room. I didn’t know what to say but I was sure it would swallow us whole if I didn’t break it. “Sorry,” I muttered.
“For what?” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“I pushed you too far, right?” I asked. I still felt incredibly awkward but I was glad we were talking, at least. “I’m sorry,” I repeated. “I just got… really into it.”
He laughed, although it didn’t sound completely natural, and sat down next to me again. “Believe me, Liz, I wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want to do.”
I smiled. “Good to know.”
He smiled back and it seemed to dispel all of the awkwardness. “Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. “Let’s go see your friends down at First Beach.”
“Hold on,” I said before I picked one of the cleaner looking shirts up off the floor, sniffed it quickly to make sure it didn’t smell, and then handed it to him. He looked at me in confusion and I started to blush as I explained, “I’m the only one that gets to like that.” I gestured to his chest.
I expected him to laugh, maybe tell me I was being ridiculous, but he just stared at me in that really intense way while a small smile played on his lips. “Okay,” he said softly. He pulled the dark blue t-shirt over his head before grabbing my hand again and pulling me out the door.
He waited until we were walking in the woods, taking a shortcut to the beach, to ask, “So do you think Emma’s going to let you go to this dance or will we be sneaking off to that, too?”
I smirked. “No, I’m pretty sure she will. As long as she doesn’t find out about this, anyway.”
He laughed, “Well, let’s hope she doesn’t.”
“That excited for a lame school dance?” I joked, smiling at him.
He snorted. “No, I’m just looking forward to spending some more unsupervised time with you.” I shot him a perplexed look. I mean, what did he think we were just doing? “It’s a little weird having her breathing down my neck every time I come over.”
I laughed. “I hate to break it to you but I think she’ll be doing that long after I finish serving my time.”
“Why?” he asked, clearly confused.
My face felt extremely warm as I answered, “I think she’s scared I’m going to get pregnant or something.”
I was glad we reached the beach then, not really wanting to continue that awkward conversation. I was a little shocked by the scene that greeted us. Lydia and Brady seemed to be getting along really well, she was laughing pretty hard while he looked pleased with himself. Chase, however, did not look amused. He was eyeing Brady suspiciously with a scowl etched on his face.
Seth laughed and gestured to his friend. “I told you Brady would enjoy himself.” And it was true, there was no way Brady could deny that he enjoyed the way Lydia was hanging on his every word.
Brady noticed us first. He smirked as he eyed the clothes Seth had changed into. “See? I told you that an hour was a huge overestimate, Liz.”
Seth scowled, clearly unable to get back at Brady when there were humans present. “Shut up, Brady,” he said, the threatening tone in his voice making it clear that Brady would be paying for that later.
Lydia laughed even harder when she saw me, and Chase managed to crack a smile. “What?” I asked.
“Oh Liz,” Lydia said, getting up and dragging me a short way away from the boys. “You really need to start carrying around a mirror.”
“What? Why?” I asked, completely bewildered.
She held in another laugh as she pulled a comb out of her purse and handed it to me. “So you can make sure that it’s not completely obvious you ditched us to make out with your boyfriend.”
I blushed as I ran the comb through my hair. “Right,” I said, trying not to make a face as she smoothed out the bottom of my shirt. “Thanks.” It was a good thing she had pointed it out now, I’m sure Emma probably would have killed me if she found me like that later.
She was still smiling at me, though, and it was starting to creep me out. “What?” I asked.
“What do you know about Brady?” she asked in response.
I shrugged. I didn’t really know anything about him except that he was the second youngest member of the pack. “Not much,” I answered. “Why?”
“He’s really hot,” she replied, sounding like she thought it should be completely obvious.
I couldn’t help making a face at that. I knew I was risking her trying to hook up with one of Seth’s friends when I talked her into bringing me here but that didn’t mean I actually wanted it to happen. “You do know that he’s fourteen, right?”
She pursed her lips. “He doesn’t look fourteen.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that he is,” I pointed out.
She thought it over for a minute before shrugging. “I don’t care. He’s still gorgeous.” She turned and walked back over to the boys, leaving me staring after her.
I followed her quickly, hoping to reach her before she started up another flirting session with Brady. “Hey, wait! I need you to take me home now.”
“Since when did I become your chauffer?” she asked in annoyance. “I don’t want to leave yet.”
I grabbed her arm so she would stop walking. “Yeah but I’m really going to have to kiss some major ass tonight if I want Emma to let me go to that dance.”
She looked at me in shock, a smile spreading across her face. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that. “I’m saying that I want to go to the winter formal. But I’m going to need to really suck up to Emma so I figured I could clean the house and make dinner before I asked for permission.” That was something adults appreciated, right? I didn’t have much experience with the whole grounding thing so coming up with ways to get out of it was extremely difficult.
“Oh my God, why didn’t you say something earlier?” she said, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me over to the car. “Chase, come on! We need to leave now!” I waved to Seth and Brady, who were watching in confusion as Lydia practically threw me in the passenger seat before speeding out of the parking lot.