Okay this is set just after Bella comes back from getting Edward in New Moon. Jacob and Bella aren't talking, but a new girl is coming to La Push. Bella knows about imprinting from the Quileute stories, but also knows that Jacob has not imprinted...yet.
Why would she do this to me? Why would she go and save that leech? I thought we were finally getting somewhere. I guess I was wrong. It was killing me that Bella just crawled back to the blood-sucking parasite who left her, who made her dead inside. I sighed to myself as I pressed my head into my pillow as I lay on my bed. I let my memories overwhelm me as I layed there, moping. I was still moping when all of the sudden I heard a howl peirce through the silence that had enveloped me for the last hour. I groaned as I pulled myself out of my bed and jumped out the window, running out into the forest and phasing in the process.
What do you want, Sam? I asked Sam as I joined my pack in a small clearing in the forest.
We have a slight problem. Sam started, adressing all ten of us. A Cherokee family is moving onto the rez. The entire pack groaned. Quileutes and Cherokees hated each other. The Cherokees are a bunch of spoiled, snobby brats and they think that we're a bunch of low-life, stupid hicks. Well, at least the wolves think they are, the rest of the teens on the reservation don't really care. I hated that those brats were moving onto my territory. It made me so angry and I was growling out profanities as Sam attempted to calm the pack down. I already had to deal with the whole Bella situation and the red haired vamp situation. I don't need this on top of all that. I growled in frustration.
Everyone calm down. Sam ordered in his Alpha tenor. The elders don't see them being a problem. We'll all just have to ignore them. Sam attempted to calm down the pack, and we all became a little less rowdy under his order, but we were all still pissed.
Well that's all I wanted to talk to you about. You can leave, or start patrol if you're scheduled for right now. Sam dismissed us all and I ran back to the line of trees just outside of my house. I phased back to my human form and walked into my home, ignoring my father as he greeted me, and walking into my room where I stayed for the rest of the day. Moping. My natural state since Bella left me.
I know my dad loves me, but why do we have to move all the way across the country. I thought to myself as I walked down my street, smiling sadly at the little kids, who I had watched grow up, playing games, completely oblivious to reality. I would miss the Cherokee reservation. It's my home. It's where I grew up. All my friends are here. I giggled to myself as I rememberred my best friend. Tyler.
"Allie!!!!" I heard someone holler from behind me. I recognised the voice immediately. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"Hey Ty." I giggled in my slight southern twang.
"Hey." He said as he ran up next to me. He was smiling from ear to ear. "I have something I need to tell you." Tyler immediately turned serious.
"Okay. Shoot." I gestured for him to continue.
"Allie, I've known you for a really long time, and...." Tyler paused. I was suddenly afraid of what he was going to say next. "I'm in love with you." He then grabbed me and pulled me into a passionate, almost violent kiss. When I had finally gotten over the shock and realized what was going on, I pushed him away. Tyler looked at me hurt and confused. I didn't meet his eyes and looked down at my feet.
"I don't like you like that, Tyler. You're my best friend." I whispered, quietly.
"That's not true, Allie! You love me!" He yelled, furiously.
"I'm sorry." I whispered as I shook my head. I heard him laugh bitterly.
"Well, who do you love then? If you don't love me?!?" He asked, still furious, and yanking my head up roughly. He was starting to scare me. Tyler has never acted like this around me before.
"I don't love anyone...yet." This seemed to anger Tyler even more. The expression on his face was terrifying.
"WHAT?!?!?! ARE YOU PLANNING ON FALLING IN LOVE WITH ONE OF THOSE QUILEUTE HICKS IN WASHINGTON?!?!?!?" He screamed at me, shaking me by my shoulders. I hated it when the guys on the rez referred to the Quileute people as hicks. It wasn't nice, and we don't know them, so we can't make judgements.
I felt a few tears escape from fear that Tyler was going to hurt me as he continued to shake my shoulders. I was about to scream when I saw my two older brothers, Brent and Austin, emerging from the woods behind Tyler, and they looked angry.
This was not going to be pretty.
My family is really unique, both my mother and I are Belles, which are "mythical" women in Cherokee history. The daughters of the werebears. My mom and I are the only ones left now. Her father had been a werebear, and my father was a werebear, so I was technically a Belle. Belles are supposed to be the most beautiful women you ever encounter, but I don't see it in myself. My mother, however, definitely fits the bill. We are also supposed to be completely harmless creatures, though we do have above average skills, even though I am still one of the most clumsy people in the world.
My brothers and I look a lot alike, same Capacinno brown color hair, but they both have my father's hazel eyes while I have my mother's pretty brown eyes. My brothers are huge, Brent goes to UGA on a football scholarship, and Austin plays highschool football. He's a shoe in to get a football scholarship, but the reason there so huge is not because of football. You see the Cherokee people are said to have decended from huge black bears, and my brothers started to phase into humongus black bears, they're closer in size to an elephant than to a bear, when they were sixteen. Brent was the first to phase and he is now 20 and then Austin phased he's now 17. Both of them were trembling and barring their teeth as they walked towards Tyler.
"Yo Tyler." Brent called as he came towards Tyler and I. Brent was my more volatile brother. "What the hell are you doing?" Tyler pushed me away roughly and I stumbled backwards.
"Nothing." He murmurred, vehemently.
"Really? It didn't look like nothing." Brent fumed.
"What do you know?" Tyler asked getting into Brent's face. Brent began to shake even more violently.
"Allie, go inside!" Austin ordered. I just stood in place, watching as Brent fumed and Tyler stood his groud, glaring at Brent, unsure of whether to follow his orders or stay out here and make sure the Brent didn't kill Tyler. "ALEXANDRA KATHRYN BLAKE! GET INSIDE NOW!" Austin yelled at me. I snapped out of my trance and quickly ran up the street and into my house. I ignored my parents questions as I ran up the stairs and into my room slamming the door behind me. I pushed my back up against the door and slid to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
That was one of my last memories of living on the Cherokee reservation. Sure, after I had calmed down, I went to my best girl friend, Teagan's, house and we had a sleep over with my two other best girl friends, Cassie and Lauren. I had a blast, but Tyler's hurt face and even more hurtful words were still creeping back into my mind.
Two Days Later....
"Allie? Al?" My mom asked as she knocked at the door of my new room. It was light blue with one chocolate brown wall. My bed spread was white with a intricate pattern in choclate brown. It had throw pillows that were light blue, chocolate brown, and white. My room was lovely, and the second biggest, next to my parents room,and I am sure glad I liked it because I was not coming out. I hated it here.
"Al?" My mom knocked again.I sighed into my pillow.
"Enter." I allowed, exasperated. My mom came in and sat down beside me on my bed.
My mom is beautiful. She has lovely capacinno brown hair, that's loosely curled to her shoulders, and almond shaped, deep brown eyes. Her skin is a flawless, golden tan, signature for the Cherokees. She's beautiful. I don't know how everyone says I look just like her. I feel so ordinary, and she is so much more than that.
"Sweetie, I know you're upset that we had to move, but you can't live the rest of your life in here." She told me, stroking my hair. I turned to look at her.
"Maybe you can't ,but I'm perfectly comfortable." I told her. She looked at me, raising both of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows and giving me a look that asked "Are you kidding me?"
"Sweetie, what are you afraid of?" My mom knew me way to well. She was my best friend. I sighed and looked at her, tears welling up in my eyes.
"I'm afraid that they won't like me." I told her the tears spilling over. My mom immediately pulled me into a hug.
"Oh sweetie, you are so much more than you can see." She told me, pulling me out of her embrace to look me in the eyes. "Just be yourself, and you'll be fine." My mom comforted me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I was just an average Native American girl, nothing special, but my mom always knew how to make me feel better, so I squeezed her tight.
"Thanks Mommy, I think I'm gonna go take a walk on that beach we saw when we came in." I told her as I stood up off my bed. She smiled at me, as I walked into my closet to grab my Black Bears sweatshirt. It was chilly outside. The sweatshirt was black with a maroon claw on the front with scratches. It says Black Bears on the front in silver. I had on my medium wash skinny jeans and black Uggs. I quickly walked into my bathroom and put in my contacts. My mom came up to me and gave me a kiss on my forehead.
"Okay, just be safe." She told me before she walked out of my room. I laughed. It wouldn't be hard to be safe here, nothing happens on hte La Push reservation. I pulled my hair up into a pony tail, with my side swept bangs out and two stray pieces of hair framing my face. I ran down stairs grabbed a SmartWater and my iPhone and headed out the door to the beach. I think it's called First Beach.
First Beach was very pretty. It was calming, but it still wasn't enough to make me like it here. I sighed as I sat down on a drift wood log near the edge of the water. I was daydreaming as I sat by the water watching the waves crash against rocks, when I heard snickering and laughter from behind me. I assumed it was just a bunch of guys hanging out ,so I ignored it and continued to look out at the water. I was still aware of the noise, though I was trying to ignore it, and was not unaware of the fact that it was getting closer. Shoot. I thought as I heard the laughter quiet down. Then one of the guys behind me spoke.
"Well,well, well, what do we have here?" He asked in a mocking voice. One of the guys beside him chuckled then continued on with there "game". I knew this was not going to be a nice conversation.
"Well, Quil, I believe it's a Cherokee by-otch." This voice was beautiful. It was husky but smooth; however, the words that the voice carried stung, and I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"I think it is Jacob, but my question is what the hell is she doing here, when she knows she doesn't belong?" This was a girl's voice. I guess this girl isn't going to be my new best friend, I thought to myself sarcastically, as the tears began to spill over. I know I don't belong here, but I don't have a choice. I wanted to scream that at her. The tears were falling faster, as I realized that there was nothing I could do to make these people like me. They had there opinions formed about me before I even stepped on the reservation. The teasing were never going to stop, I realized, and I could feel myself shaking. I was about to turn around and say something when I heard the voice of my brother from up the beach. He didn't sound happy.
"WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN HERE?" He hollered. He was right behind me now. "Al?" He asked me. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, one look at my puffy, red, eyes and tear stained cheeks and Austin was livid.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY LITTLE SISTER???" Austin screamed. He was starting to shake.
"Austin, don't." I whispered to him. He held his hand up to me, signalling me to stop.
"We were just having a little fun. It's not like it's a big deal." One of them said. Bad choice of words.
"Fun. Fun? Is making girls cry what you do for fun here?" He asked. I blushed.
"Oh please, she's just being a drama queen." The girl said, sounding annoyed. Austin was about to say something, well scream, but I stopped him with a hand on his arm. I walked over to where the people I had stood up for, before I knew how they acted, were standing. I looked up at them. They were really tall.
"You don't know me." I told them, looking each one of them in the eyes. I stopped at the last pair of eyes. They were a beautiful dark brown almost black. The guy that the eyes belonged to wasn't bad looking either. He was hawt. He had russett colored skin and black hair cropped short. His bangs were grown out to above his eyes and were messy in a perfectly deliberate sort of way each lock landing perfect on top of the other. His hair was the color of black ink. His body was toned and muscular but still lanky and lean, making him look graceful. He was staring at me intently, so I cleared my throat and walked away back to my house. I didn't have anything to prove to them. They didn't know me, and more importantly they didn't care.
The pack, minus Sam, and I were going down to the beach to hang out today. We were planning on playing some football, eating some food, and maybe doing some cliff diving. I was suprisingly excited, but still I was upset by the loss of Bella. She was back together with Edward now, and she keeps calling Billy to try and talk to me. I don't want to talk to her though, so Billy says I'm busy everytime she calls. I met up with the pack at the top of the beach, right near the gift shop. Once everyone had arrived we started walking towards the water so we could play football on the sandy part of the beach. When we were about halfway down the beach, we noticed a girl sitting on a driftwood log. It was the same Driftwood log that Bella and I used to sit on together when she came to the rez, and we walked along First Beach. I pushed the thought from my mind and concetrated only on the girl, she was Cherokee. Her skin color gave her away, but she smelled interesting. Delicious and sweet, but not sickly sweet like a vampires. She looked like she was deep in thought. Quil turned to me and smirked, as he started walking her way. All of us began laughing and snickering as he walked over to the completely oblivious girl. He looked at me when we were just behind her and winked.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Quil asked, in an obnoxious voice that suggested that he knew exactly what we had here. I smiled and played along.
"Well, Quil, I believe it's a Cherokee by-otch." I answered in the same obnoxious tone. The girl remained silent. Leah was ready to join in too. She had just joined the pack along with her brother Seth, and it was harder for her to adjust then the rest of us. She made our lives miserable most of the time, but she was still a part of our pack, so we invited her to all of the pack activities.
"I think it is, Jacob, but my question is why the hell is she here ,when she knows she doesn't belong?" Leah asked, coldly. The way she said made her voice sound ice cold. The girl was starting to shake, and I suddenly felt bad. I didn't mean to make her cry. I thought she would just dish it back out. It looked like she was about to say something when someone started hollering at us from behind.
"WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN HERE?" The voice yelled. It sounded angry. We all turned around to see a huge guy, and when coming from us that means he's gigantic, walking briskly down the beach. He smelled different, but I couldn't place why, so I ignored it. He pushed past us and walked over to the girl. "Al?" He asked walking to the girl who looked like a toddler in comparison to him. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. She was blocked from view to the rest of us, so we didn't know what he saw, but whatever he did see mustn't have been good because he turned back to us, shaking violently and looking vicious.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY LITTLE SISTER?!?!?" He hollered. Leah scoffed and Quil rolled his eyes before answering.
"Austin don't." The girl whsipered in an Angel-like voice with a slight southern twang, trying to stop him, placing her hand on his forearm. He just held up a hand to her face, signalling for her to stop. Paul decided to speak up on behalf of the pack.
"We were just having a little fun. It's not like it's a big deal." Paul told Austin, non-chalantly. That seemed to make this Austin person even more mad than before. Oh Paul. He obviously didn't think that harassing his little sister was fun.
"Fun. Fun? Is making girls cry what you do for fun here?" He asked him, vehemently. Paul was at a loss for words. Leah, however, was not. She jumped at the chance to bash this girl.
"Oh please, she's just being a drama queen." Leah told him, seeming pleased with herself. Austin looked like he was going to say something on behalf of his sister, but I saw a small hand being placed on Austin's shoulder ,and a little girl step from behind him ,where she was for the entire conversation, and walked over to us. She was rather.........absolutely, inhumanly gorgeous from what I could tell, more gorgeous than any being I had ever seen in my entire life, and I've encountered vampires. She had the customary, golden tan skin of all the Cherokees, and capacinno brown hair that was pulled up into a pony tail with her bangs over her forehead and two stray strands of hair framing her face. She was tiny, only about 5'3 and a healthy skinny.
She looked up at us, and cleared her throat.
"You don't know me." She said with a slight southern accent ,almost as if she added it on as an after thought as she looked each one of us in the eyes. She stopped when she reached me. I stared into her deep brown eyes that sparkled even with no sun out and never wanted to look away. Her face was perfect with her button nose and luscious pink lips. Her skin was flawless and smooth like the finest silk even though her eyes were rimmed with red because of the tears we had caused, still she was the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen.
I didn't know her, she was right about that, but I sure wanted to. She was my everything. My own personal sun, and the only thing holding me to Earth anymore. My imprint.
She cleared her throat a moment later, as she noticed my intense gaze and then walked away. She was angry and she had every right to be. It killed me that we had hurt her. Her brother watched her walk away and then turned to us.
"You know, she's one of the only ones who actually sticks up for you back on the Cherokee rez." He scoffed looking at us. "Whenever someone say something mean about the Quileutes, she jumps to your defense and tells them that they don't know you and that they shouldn't judge people they don't know. Weird how the people she defends don't even return the favor." Austin told us, he seemed to have calmed down a bit. All of us looked down at our feet guiltily. We didn't know that. Austin smiled thoughtfully then he turned viscious again. "Stay away from my sister. She's too good for you." He seemed to direct this at me, and as much as I wanted to be angry and tell him that he couldn't make judgements, he was right. After what we did, I would be surprised if she ever talked to any of us again. I wanted to punch myself in the face. My imprint hates me. Just my luck.