Disclaimer: I'm not SM, but my cousin looks creepily like her.

AN: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Epilogue-

"Leah," my mom gushed when I came down the stairs. "You look beautiful."

I looked down at my outfit; it was just my good jeans and blouse, not a freakin' prom dress.

She noticed my puzzlement, "compared to what you usually wear, this is formal."

Behind her, Seth kept fiddling uncomfortably with the tie she was making him wear.

"Nice tie," I teased.

He shot me a death glare and then turned to mom.

"If he's not wearing one, I'm taking this off as soon as we get there."

"Fine," she sighed.

"He won't be wearing one," I warned her.

"Fine," she said louder, throwing her hands up in the dramatically.

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We drove around Port Angeles for about fifteen minutes looking for a parking spot; finally someone left, leaving us with a space across the street from where we were meeting Wes, who I could see standing outside the restaurant, waiting for us.

And not wearing a tie.

Seth ripped his off and left it in the car.

Wes had his usually unruly hair combed back and he had swapped the flannel and band shirts for a white button shirt and dark sports coat with matching jeans. I'm pretty sure the jeans were his, despite not having any holes or tears.

Even though his posture was perfect, he somehow straightened up when we approached.

Oh, this was too cute. (Insert mocking tone) He was nervous.

"Hello, Mrs. Clearwater," he greeted, sounding perfectly calm (all lies). "It's nice to meet you, I'm Wesley Bateman."

"It's nice to meet you too," she said, shaking his hand.

We got a booth away from everyone so we wouldn't be heard talking about anything supernatural. Which, (insert mocking tone again) shockingly, was our main topic of conversation.

"So, Wesley," my mother asked, using his full name to act intimidating. "How old are you?"

"That depends," he replied. "Are you asking how old I am or how old I am?"

"Both."

"Well I'm thirty-eight, but I look twenty-three."

"Huh," mom wasn't even fazed. "That seems so young."

We stopped talking when the waitress brought our food, asking if Wes was sure he didn't want anything, he politely refused and she left.

Since we were in public Seth and I didn't scarf down our food like we normally did.

"So you don't eat food at all?" Mom asked, apparently very curious about vampires.

"I can eat, but it tastes disgusting," he explained, making an unpleasant face. "I'd demonstrate for you, but I suspect trying to get food off your children's plates would get my arm ripped off again."

Mom chuckled, I kicked his leg lightly for the comment, he just grinned.

Seth, however, was suddenly very interested.

"You got your arm ripped off?"

"Yep, very recently."

"Paul," I said.

Mom looked concerned. "Why did Paul rip off your arm?"

I willed him to somehow hear my thoughts.

'Don't say because we were about to make out. For the love of God, don't say because we were about to make out.'

He shrugged, "you know, I'm not sure."

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"That was fun," Seth said when we got home. "It's not every day you meet someone who tried to drink James Hetfield's blood."

"You'd think all the alcohol would make it smell bad," my mother mused.

"I know, right?" Seth agreed, bounding up the stairs.

"So," I drawled casually. "What'd ya think?"

"He seems nice enough," she said in the same tone. "I love his hair," she added more enthusiastically.

"You should see it when it's not done up."

"I hope I do."

I smiled at her and went to change.

"Leah," she called, stopping me. "Please be careful."

I was about to rant about how sick I was of people bagging Wes because he was a vampire, but mom cut me off.

"I know you love him, but I don't think I can handle seeing you so heartbroken again."

'Only you, mom.' I silently praised as I hugged her.

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I had to patrol that night, but knowing Wes was tagging along to keep me company made me actually look forward to it.

He was allowed to cross the border, just a little bit, as long as I was with him and he stayed away from the roads and any people wandering the woods. You probably think I was pissed at all the limitations, but I knew how lucky we were to get what we did and I was sincerely grateful.

The moon was full, making everything easier to see; Wes included. I was glad to see him back in flannel and ratty jeans again, he wasn't my Wes dressed up like earlier.

"Hey, she-wolf," he smiled when I ran up to him.

"Hey, yourself," I said, kissing him.

"So, does mom approve?"

"Mom wants to meet you a few more times before final judgment," I told him. "But likes what she seen so far."

"Odd, I was never good with the girlfriend's parents."

"Don't worry, you'll screw it up next time," I said, making it obvious that I was teasing.

"You're right, I shouldn't worry."

"C'mon," I urged, pulling him forward. "The sooner we finish, the sooner we can leave and commit acts of necrophilia."

"And bestiality," he reminded.

I rolled my eyes, took off my clothes (like a gentlemen, he did not comment) and phased.

Neither of us liked the limited communication my wolf form meant, but it was necessary.

I snapped at his ankles playfully, he jumped to avoid them and chuckled.

"Catch me if you can," he taunted, running off.

I ran slower to tease him, he looked over his shoulder at me and poked out his tongue.

"Meep, meep." He called.

I huffed and ran up beside him, he didn't look surprised.

"That's my girl."

And together, we ran off into the night.

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I know I've missed sharing my opinion on a lot of things, but this one is most relevant to my story: The casting of the Clearwater's.

Boo-Boo Stewart (I thought he was related to Kristen at first) is adorable and I kinda hope we see him do some break dancing/karate on screen. Thus making Seth more awesome.

Adorable.

Julia Jones… honestly, I was hoping for that Pocahontas chick, and I'm not sure about JJ since I haven't seen any of her work. I await Eclipse so I can judge her, but until then eagerly anticipate seeing our favourite she-wolf brought to life.

(BTW) David Slade? My head almost exploded when I heard, I fucking love his work. Hard Candy is one of my all time favourite movies.

If you have not seen Hard Candy, go to a place where DVD's are sold or rented and buy it, or rent it. If for no other reason, do it to watch a pre-Juno Ellen Page torture a pedophile.