A/N: She is being quite optimistic xD But, we'll see how things turn out =3 Title song is Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield.

Chapter Fifteen – "Unwritten"

Almost there! Just a little further—she could see the trees opening up into the clearing where her aunt's house was. She was in the lead, her stride long and swift, while he was some yards behind her. She was so much smaller than him, it would only seem natural that he should be ahead—considering his height and longer legs—but somehow it was her. There! She burst through the final line of trees, coming to a swift stop a few feet inside the clearing. Coming through the trees behind her, Jacob didn't stop in time, and so crashed into her. The two of them fell to the ground, tumbling across the grass in a tangle of arms and legs and laughter.

"Told you I'd beat you," Ginevra said when they finally came to a stop, taking a second to catch her breath.

"I let you win," he insisted, and she giggled, kissing his nose.

"Sure," she said.

"Am I interrupting something?" a voice inquired.

Her head snapped up at the sound, and for a second she was frozen. He stood some feet away from them, his arms crossed over his chest. No longer did cat ears poke out from his hair—his human ears were exactly where they belonged, the right adorned with three silver hoops. His face no longer held feline aspects, his teeth no longer pointed like fangs—though his eyes would no longer return to their piercing blue color. They would forever be blood red, or, perhaps in time, another color. His arms were normal, and though he was still barefoot, his legs no longer ended in panther's paws. He was even more handsome than she remembered—despite lacking the deep tan he'd had before—and she knew that was due to his vampiric nature.

"Remy!" she cried, untangling herself from Jacob and throwing herself at her brother in a tight hug.

It was like hitting a cold brick wall, but she didn't mind. She was overjoyed that it had worked—that he could no longer claim he wanted to die because he looked like a monster.

"I'm so happy," she said, her voice muffled against his chest, her tone somewhere between laughter and tears.

"So am I, Gin," he replied, wrapping his arms around her, taking care to remember that despite her being a shapeshifter, she was still human and could easily be hurt by his strength.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, and with a smile, ran a hand through his silken black hair, thrilled with the success. As she did so though, one of the last rays of the setting sun poked through the trees, splashing across his cheek to light it up with a brilliant spark. She tilted her head to the side, awed and intrigued—she'd never actually seen this before after all, since Doyle and the other two had always come at night—and brushed her hand across his cheek. It was so beautiful, like diamonds.

Remy, however, grimaced once he understood what had captured her interest and took a step back to move out of the sunlight. It was just another reminder of what had happened to him.

"This is the beginning of a new time in my life," he said to her, "I've made a promise to Tanaquil and Elaine, and I plan on keeping it, if only for your sake."

He didn't have to explain, for they all knew what promise he spoke of.

Ginevra nodded, "You'll be able to, I know you will," she said confidently. At that moment, she thought to herself that Remy had to be the only vampire she didn't feel threatened around, that she didn't despise—that she loved. Their family bond would not be broken by his change.

"I'll make sure you don't slip, vampire," Jacob said from where he stood, his tone once more giving away his hatred of bloodsuckers.

Remy looked over to him, releasing Ginevra and stepping around her. "I won't need you following every step I take, making sure I don't forget, dog," he said, stopping a few feet from the shapeshifter, "I can handle this myself."

The two glared at each other for a moment—Remy forced to look up to Jacob because despite his height of 6'2", the vampire was still nearly half a foot shorter than the latter. Height difference or not though, he currently exuded a threatening aura that easily matched that of the shapeshifter.

"You could still lose control," Jacob pointed out, crossing his arms.

"That may be true, but in the event that does happen, I would rather trust Gin to stop me," Remy retorted, "At least she cares. You, on the other hand, are just looking for some excuse to kill me."

Jacob started to reply, looked past Remy to where Ginevra stood, and saw the expression on her face. He hesitated, knowing that he couldn't kill the vampire unless it was absolutely necessary—unless there was no other choice left—because it would devastate her. "All the more reason to make sure you don't slip," he grumbled.

Ginevra though, knew anything serious wouldn't happen 'just cause'—just cause they hated each other, that is—and her tense posture became more relaxed. "You boys can stand here and bicker all evening if you want," she said, emphasizing boys, "But I'm going to go thank our aunts for all their help."

They both stopped at that moment, turning to look at her.

"That's a good idea, Gin," Remy said, cutting off Jacob before he could say anything, and strode forward to stand beside his sister.

"Oh Ginevra, we're so glad we could help," Elaine said, sweeping up the blonde in a hug before she could say much more than 'thank you'.

"You still have a long way to go before things are truly alright, but I have the utmost confidence in you," Tanaquil was saying to Remy.

He ducked his head, almost seeming a bit shy. "Thank you," he said quietly, "I won't disappoint you."

"Take care of yourself, and your brother," Elaine said to Ginevra, releasing her from the hug, "You're the only real family either of you has left."

"I will, aunt Elaine," the pale shapeshifter promised, smiling faintly.

"And you, young man!" Elaine continued, turning to Jacob who froze at her tone, "You will take good care of our niece. If you two truly love each other, you will make her happy, keep her from harm, and support her—in more ways than one, you know what I mean."

For a moment, he had no reaction except to stare at her with wide eyes. "Of course," he said at last, "She's my world; she's in the best care."

"Good," Elaine said, nodding approvingly, "And be sure that never changes. If you ever break her heart, well…"

"I understand," he assured her.

"If you ever need anything, if something happens, you know we're always here for you, and will do our best to help," Tanaquil told Ginevra, sweeping her up into a hug much like Elaine had done.

"Yes, thank you, aunt Tanaquil," she replied, returning the hug.

"You all take care," the twin witches said in unison, standing on the top step of the porch together.

"We will," Ginevra and Remy said, one after the other, while Jacob just nodded.

The three moved into the trees around the clearing, separating momentarily as the two shapeshifters had to make preparations for their traveling—tying their clothes up, of course. Within a few minutes though, the wolf and tiger ran side-by-side through the forest, Remy joining them a second later.