HEART, WE WILL FORGET HIM!
By: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
HEART, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging,
I may remember him!
'You have been dead for 12 years. The part that hurts the most is the fact that I have so few memories you. Sure, I have Papa, but he can never replace you.
'Mom's fine, but she isn't the way you would have wanted her. I desided you visit you today because she's on another one of her hunting trips again with the rest of the family. She left me alone again, but I don't mind. You get used to it after all these years. The fact that you're dead and she's with someone else is the thing that hurts the most.
Love you, Daddy.'
I put a red rose beside the grave of my father, Jacob Black.
'In a few weeks I'll be 17. Zane said he'd take me some place nice. I'm looking forward to it, but I'd rather spend it with you. I still have Alice, the doll you gave me. Mom wants to get rid of her, but I can't. I love her too much. She reminds me of you. I miss you so much.'
I rubbed a tear from my face before I heard someone behind me. It was Papa.
"Mutt? What are you doing out here? It's getting cold." Papa put his jacket over my shoulders. I pulled it closer, even though it smelled a little bit. His smell used to bother me, but now I barely noticed it anymore. "Oh." He had just seen the grave I was looking at.
"I never did get a chance to thank him," Papa said more to himsefl than anymore.
I looked up at the sky. "I think he allready knows."
He squeezed my shoulders. "Come home when you're ready, alright?"
I didn't get a chance to introduce myself, did I? My name is Desiree Black, and I am a werewolf. My family has been for generations. My mother just so happens to be a vampire, though. She became one almost 2 years after my father's death. Now almost everyone I loved stank.
I'm a little disgusted by the fact that my mother chose Papa over me, but what's it matter anyway? In a few years I'd be free to do as I wished. 'Only a few more years to go,' I told myself as I traced daddy's name in his tomb stone with my little finger. 'Then I won't have to wait for those trips to come see you.'
My father had died when a vampire that wanted me and my mom dead came after us. All I remember was daddy telling me to watch over my mother and taking care of myself. He hugged me tight and told me he loved me. Then Uncle Embry told him he had to go. Then he went off to mean his doom.
Not even a year later, mom's ex desided that he wanted her back. Even if that ment putting up with the way I treated him. I wasn't nice about it at all. I did everything I could to make sure that he wouldn't want anything to do with us. Needless to say I failed.
One day mom's boyfriend at the time didn't like the fact that I was mean to his kid. She hit him, and in retaliation he hit her back. Then Papa jumped through the window and played mom's 'Night In Shining Armor'. We were happy for a short time.
My uncle's didn't like a wolf widow messing around with a vampire. Then something everyone refers to as 'The War' started. It last a little over a year.
During that time, my father's leader desided that he didn't like me living with vampires, so he made me live with them. While I was there, he taught me everything I needed to know to be a werewolf. I hated him, but at the same time, I respected him. If I wanted to now, I'd be ready to kill vampires, but out of love for my parents, I haven't been able to yet.
When I went to visit my grandpa, Papa killed the old leader to get me back, but there was no point. Uncle Embry took over, and ever since then, vampires and werewolves have had a mutual agreement. They won't kill eachother. Nice, isn't it?
Every summer, I spend it with Uncle Embry and rest of the wolves to train. It was hard work, but at least I got to excape the smell.
I had been able to change shape for the last two years or so. I was a small shaped wolf with an auburn colored fur coat. I could run with the best of them, and could fight better than all of them. I was content.
The only problem I had was how was I going to tell Zane?
Author's Note: What do you think? A little short, I know, but the next chapter will be double. I promise! I'd love to hear! Review!