The Bite [Luke Hemmings AU]

Chapter Eleven

Claire's POV

Saunders called my dad and he was here within minutes. My parents were together again. I felt like I was thirteen again.

I wasn't going to tell anyone else about going back there. I knew that if I didn't he would come back for my mom. I didn't fear him. I was just scared of what he could do. But, I had this thought in the back of mind: what if he was lying? What if I don't have an ability? What if he thought he was right but he was wrong? Would he kill me?

All of us sat in the living room. My mom sat on my dad's lap; they both had bright smiles on their faces. Tara had her head rested in Cam's shoulder and her legs tangled with Zack's. Cooper sat in a chair alone chuckling along with the conversation. Doc sat in another chair in his lonesome smiling and nodding at everyone's jokes and all. I was sat on Luke's lap with his arms wrapped tightly around me.

I thought about that night when I thought we all would die. I thought at least I would die, but instead I killed. I showed Cooper how I used to feel. But, now my feelings changed. I know Cooper couldn't love me. I know he already loves Ariel. And now I have Luke. I don't think I love him, but I know I might.

It felt nice to be around the people I loved. I felt save and protected from all the danger that surrounded me in this messed up world.

When my parents went home, I stayed. I wanted to be with the pack and celebrate. We were all still in our formal apparel, all except Cam, Zack, and Doc(Doc was in his pajamas). Zack's clothes were still soiled in the blue blood that once poured out of his body from every place it could get out. Those images of him coughing into the trash can were still boiled into the back of my mind.

Later, I left and took Luke with me; I offered to take him home. We sat in the car with an almost eerie silence. I looked over at him and he was staring out the window with his head rested on it.

"What are you thinking about?" I wondered as I looked back at the road.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him shrug and push his head off the window. He looked over at me, "You're seriously a werewolf. I mean, everything I once thought was mythical or fictional, some of that is real. It's breathtaking to experience this. I got shot and some guy I don't even know heals me with the touch of his hand. It's overwhelming," he said and sat up in his seat.

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "This is why I didn't want to drag you into this. This is why-" then Luke cut me off.

"Don't be sorry. I'm not. I feel like I'm living a scyfy movie and I love that," he said with a smile.

I pulled into his drive way and put my car in park.

"Thank you," I turned to him as I said the words.

"For what?" He asked as his eyes met mine.

"For being so acceptable. I don't think anyone else would have reacted the way you did. I put you in danger, but yet you still see me the way you did before. Thank you."

He smiled and leaned closer to me. "Thank you for being so...extraordinary. Thank you for not pushing me away to much. You gave me something to fight for," he said and planted a small kiss to my nose. I chuckled as he exited the car.

I drove back home in silence. A nice, peaceful silence. I opened the door to my house and my parents sat at the kitchen table drinking some hot liquid out of mugs. I'm pretty sure it was tea. I was the only one in this house who drank coffee and hot chocolate isn't held in the house anymore.

Their smiles were genuine and kind. My dad hasn't been this happy, well since she went missing. I smiled widely as I entered the room.

"I'm going to bed. I have school in the morning," I spoke in a soft tone. They both smile as I kissed both their cheeks and ran off to bed.