New Moon Rising

Growing up in Dark Moon was a struggle for me not because i was only half werewolf but because i was also half witch. Everyone hated me, stayed away from me, or pitied me. It was something i didn't need. So when i got out i was happy. I promised myself i would never go back. I wouldn't let anyone else make me feel like i was less than trash anymore. My freedom didn't last as long as i hoped though


1. You again

I sat at my desk working on a layout for a company who hired me to update their website, when my phone rang.

“Hello?” I asked holding the phone up with my shoulder as I continued to peck away at my keyboard.

“I’m surprised you answered the phone.”

“What do you want I’m kind of busy?”

“We need to talk, its important.”

“What is it about?”

“Its about something important that needs to be discussed in person and dealt with immediately.”

I wasn’t in the mood to deal with his antics today but I could tell he was serious so I agreed.

“Fine meet me at Sully’s diner and we can talk there.”

I hung up the phone before he could say anything else.

I stood up from my desk and stretched , if I was going to meet him I sure wasn’t about to do it sweatpants and an old baggy t-shirt with a messy ponytail. I went to my room and grabbed a pair a pants from the closet and a black long sleeved shirt. I pulled on my clothes and went back to my office to finish working on the layout, he wouldn’t be their for a good hour and a half. I was so lost in my work that I lost track of time, when I looked up it was eight twenty-five. I quickly saved my work and shut down my computer. James was probably their by now I grabbed my keys and bag and ran to my car. When I pulled into the parking lot I saw his truck God I hope he didn’t go into some spiel about how I should be on time for things. I walked in and immediately saw him sitting at a table in the back, talking to a voluptuous brunette waitress who was obviously flirting with him.

“Hi sorry I’m late. I hope you weren‘t waiting long?” I said slipping into the booth opposite side of him.

The waitress left without even bothering to ask me if I wanted anything.

“I haven’t been here long.”

“Ok, what’s so important you couldn’t say over the phone”

“Right down to business then.”

He didn’t say anything for a few moments making me impatient I admit I might have been late, but at least he could tell me what was so important now . I watched him eating his fries. The way he dipped them in his ketchup stirring them around and then popping them in his mouth like it was an art form. Still not bothering to say anything about why we were here.

“ You know you can have some of these fries Jocelyn, I didn’t just buy them for myself.” He said, taking a fry and repeating the same process.

“I don’t want any of your French Fries, I want to know why we’re here, you said you had something important to say. So say it.” I reiterated harshly.

“Calm down, and I’ll tell you back at your house,” he replied wiping his mouth with a napkin.

I shouldn’t have fallen for his antics I’m a fool, but I was going to put my foot down on this one or try to at least. There was no way I was letting him in my house, it would only lead to horrible things that I didn’t want to think about. I was not about to make the same mistakes again.

“The whole reason we are here is because I didn’t want you at my house.”

“Well that’s mean I’m a perfect house guest.”

“Yeah sure you are.”

“I am, come on lets go.” he said scooting out of the booth to dump his trash.

If I sat in the booth maybe he would see that I meant I wasn’t going home. He would just have to tell me whatever was important right here. I sat with my hands curled on the seat, which was a bad idea. I quickly pulled them away the horrible feeling of someone’s chewed bubble gum on my hand and who knows what else. I made a face and wiped my hands on my pants.

“ Well come on then, we haven’t all day” he said pulling on my hand.

That warm spark went through me like always when he touched me, it was unnerving. He always got under my skin so easily. I sighed heavily but stood up from the booth, he didn’t let go of my hand as we made our way from the back of the diner to the exit. His hand burned mine metaphorically speaking any way. I could feel my hands beginning to get clammy I made a move to pull my hand away, but he just held on tighter as we exited. I saw the brunette giving me a dirty look again from behind the counter. I smiled sweetly and gave her the finger behind’s James’ back. Once outside he let go of my hand. I didn’t understand why he was holding my hand though I knew it was meant to unnerve me but I wasn’t going to let it happen any time soon. He was always using dirty tricks to try to get to me to give in to him. His tricks fooled me once they won’t get him anywhere know, I’m not the same girl from his memory. I’m not the crying girl he can come and rescue I can fend for myself know I’m stronger.

“Just follow me back.” I said making my way over to my blue mini cooper.

“Of course.”

“Good I’ll see you at my house.”

I got into my car and drove away. My house wasn’t far from the diners it only took a few minutes to get their. It was pretty big, bigger than I probably needed actually. I pulled into the driveway and killed the ignition. I sat in my car raking my brain over anything important that he could possibly tell me. I couldn’t come up with anything. I sighed heavily before stepping out of my car at the same time as James pulled in his ford truck to a stop in my driveway. I didn’t wait for him to get out as I made my way to the front door. The truck door slammed I could hear his foot falls on the gravel and then the grass his long legs striding behind me up the porch. I was increasingly aware of how close to me he was. It made me nervous, anxious, an angry all at the same time, which made it hard for me to find my door key. It infuriated me how he got under my skin. I was use to being calm cool and collected, not even my father could ruffle my feathers like this. I hadn’t thought about my father in ages maybe that’s why James is here. Finally finding my key I took it out of my purse and unlocked the door.

“Maybe you should attach your door key to your car keys.”

“Why would I do that? I mean what if I lost my car keys, what then? I wouldn’t be able to get in my house or car.”

I walked in closing the door and locked it after he followed me in. I turned around to see him in my living room sitting on the couch. Well then make yourself at home I thought to myself. I went to the kitchen and put some water in the tea kettle to boil. I headed back for the couch and sat.

“Ok so what’s so important that-”

“Jocelyn your fathers dead.” he said cutting off my words.

“What!” I managed to squeak out.

“He died earlier today of a heart attack is what the pack doctor is saying.”

I sat their silence my dad was a hundred and twenty years old and is now deciding to die of a heart attack, it was so pathetic I could laugh. He continued talking ignoring my silence.

“I don’t think it was a heart attack though, I think he was murdered.”

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