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A war is coming, and they will be ready. A Jacob story. Eclipse spoilers. Two years after Eclipse. (check out my profile for a more detailed summary)


2. First Sight

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by: Dark Huntress
Chapter One: First Sight

I have never, in my wildest dreams (or rather nightmares) ever thought this would happen to me. Me, the girl from Memphis, Tennessee, being shipped off to a place as cold and dreary as up-state Washington. Of course, I hadn’t ever thought I’d be living with my aunt and uncle either. Funny how things seemed to change so suddenly, when there hadn’t ever been any sign that it would happen.

"Now, Evelyn, be good for your aunt and uncle," my mother said, straightening my shirt and fussing over me, she was always very particular about me.

"I will," I whispered, wishing I could wrap her up in my arms and never let go, she was so small and fragile looking, but she could also be incredibly strong when pushed.

My mother, or Annabelle, looked nothing like me, she was short, extremely so, barely reaching five foot. She had a pixie frame and a beautiful heart shaped face. Large blue eyes that always seemed far too big for her face, and dark skin. She had long pale blonde hair, she was the perfect trophy wife for my father. No matter the age, she always looked a decade younger.

"Yes, behave, try not to embarrass us," my father said, he stood not too far away, scowling at his wife who was trying desperately to hold in her tears.

My father, on the other hand, where my mother was sweet and kind, my father was indifferent and stern. I had never been the daughter he had dreamed of, heck, I hadn’t been the child he’d dreamed of. He’d always wanted a son, something he’d made clear more than once. He had always explained that it would looked so much better, a more all-American family type thing, if there had been a son for his campaign. Her father was a politician, a good one, he’d do anything and everything to keep it that way, even if it meant getting rid of his daughter.

In looks, I looked like my father, he was a large man, but not in the sense of being overweight. He just seemed powerful, like he was always supposed to be in control, no matter what. He was fair complexioned, a skin trait that seemed to run on his side of the family. He burned easily, as did I, so I guessed in that sense, it would be better for me in Washington. He had cold steel eyes, and midnight black hair. He also had a broad face, something I detested, I had always wanted my mother’s face.

Father reached to six foot, so I leaned towards the tall side as well, a startling five foot eleven inches. I had always been called a freak for that fact, women were supposed to be short and feminine, something I was definitely not. I really didn’t have any muscles, though I was thin, no matter how much I ate, I always thought I looked sickly skinny. So, in conclusion, though my parents were both fairly attractive people, I had somehow turned out unbelievably normal. My father hated it as well.

"I’ll try," I agreed, biting my lip, my father always scared me, making me feel uncomfortable in his presence, like I was a disgust.

He nodded his head and walked away, heading for the exit, he hadn’t even said goodbye. My mother was crying, large droplets falling down her cheeks. We quickly embraced, her small form looking like a child’s beside mine. No one would ever guess that I was her daughter, there was too much of a difference.

"It’ll be alright, I promise," she choked out, squeezing my hands, which were huge next to her’s, I hated being so tall, it wasn’t fair.

"I know, but, why them?" I whined, I had never particularly been drawn to my aunt and uncle, they just weren’t exactly what I would call a good family.

"Because, they said they’d take you, and it’s a chance for you to get away...from...well..." mother didn’t finish, the pain in her blue eyes was enough, it spoke volumes.

"I know, thanks for everything," I said, fighting back my own tears, I loved my mother, but I knew my chances on seeing her very often were zero. This would be one of my last bonding moments with her, I didn’t want to think what the school year would be like without her shoulder to cry on.

"I just wish I could have..." again she trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish it, she knew no matter how dysfunctional we all thought my relatives were, it was better than my current situation.

She kissed my cheek and then waved me off, my carry on bag suddenly seeming a lot heavier than I had previously thought. How could I leave her to this? How could I leave her to be at my father’s disposal all the time? He wasn’t the easiest man to live with, he was demanding and domineering. Their house never felt like home, and it had always been my mom and I, braving it together, but now she was forcing herself to face it alone.

Shaking my head, I sat down in my seat, trying desperately to ignore the man beside me. I was glad for the window seat, it would give me something to do on the long flight. I would arrive in Port Angeles in seven hours, a little while wasted in another airport where I would have to switch flights again. My uncle was to pick me up there, though I wasn’t really wanting him to.

I was going to live with my father’s brother and his family, people I had only meant once or twice. But from what I could tell, he was the same as my father, and she was the epitome of haughty superiority. Their daughter, who was two years older than me, still lived at home, though she traveled to Port Angeles frequently for her several different college classes. I recalled that her name was Lauren, a plain name, something my parents had decided not to give me.

Slipping on my head phones, I stared at the disappearing ground, wondering what this small town of Forks would offer me. From what I’d heard, it was nothing special, just a small place that it rained constantly, and had a huge amount of forest land. It didn’t really matter, as soon as I graduated, I would leave. I pulled good enough grades to get me into several good colleges on full scholarships, and I didn’t plan on ever asking my father for help again.


Grabbing my bag as the stewardess woke me, I walked off the plane, wishing that this wasn’t where I was going. I would give anything to just skip this year of my life, it would be so much better. I wouldn’t have to deal with any of this where I was forced to stay in a place that didn’t want me. I knew, that my relatives weren’t taking me in out of the kindness of their hearts, no, they were most likely payed off by my father.

A large man stood by a small red car, his balding head the same shade as my father’s, and his eyes the same cold indifference. I knew him instantly as my father’s older brother, everything about him just screamed of Mallory heritage. I really did despise my blood, why couldn’t I have been born in another family?

"Evelyn?" he said, staring at me as I crossed the parking lot to his car, he sized me up, and sneered at what he saw, I wasn’t surprised.

"Yeah," I replied, I opened the door after I realized that was all he was going to say, he had already started the car as I threw my bag in the backseat.

Looking over at him, I felt my stomach twist into knots, how was I supposed to last over an hour in a small car with this clod? But, I had to admit, it would be nice to be out of the news’ sight, free from having to always look my best and pretend to be the perfect daughter. I wouldn’t have to glance around every corner to make sure cameras and journalists weren’t looking for me. I might actually get to go to a store or mall, and not have to run for cover every time someone that even resembled a reporter entered.

The long car ride was uncomfortable and stiff, both of us staying quiet, as if we weren’t sure exactly what to make of each other. I held no hope that I would somehow form a bond with these people, they were merely a place to stay til I could move on. One year, a birthday and a few holidays without feeling, four report cards and a few school events, something I could deal with on my own, and I would.

The home was small, but larger than most of the others around the town, the windows bright and clean. Night had long since fallen, the sky though eerily vacant of stars and a moon. Everything was dark, like a huge ink well had been dropped and now stained this small town permanently. There was no hope that I’d ever get any darker here, even if I hadn’t any other place either.

Stepping from the car, I quickly grabbed my luggage, not even bothering to ask my uncle for help, he wouldn’t anyways. He had already went to the door and opened it by the time I had got my suitcases from the trunk of the car. They weighed my arms down and made my muscles groan in protest as I slowly made my way through the damp ground, the first thing I would have to do would be invest in some good old rain boots, my converse just weren’t working.

The inside instantly made me sick, it was like a small imitation of my previous home, everything was sickeningly perfect. Glamour poured out from the walls, glass lights and ancient flowered vases, everything was horrid. I instantly felt suffocated, like the room was closing in on me, I hadn’t expected such a huge since of deja vu when I came here, I had at least been thinking I could escape those thoughts. Apparently not.

A tall wiry woman came from the kitchen, she had a pointed nose, and beady eyes, her cornsilk blonde hair tied up perfectly atop her head. She wore a summer dress, though it was absolutely freezing outside, somehow I doubted she would let a little cold weather stop her. I instantly noticed the manicured nails, something that was a stark contrast to my own. She was scary in her own right, and there was no doubt in my mind that I would spend most of my life in the room they gave me, just to escape from them.

"Your room is upstairs, first on the right," my aunt announced, looking at me pointedly, a grimace forming as she looked at my mud caked shoes on her perfect floor. "If you don’t mind, I would appreciate you removing your shoes before you track up my floor."

"Sorry," I mumbled, kicking them off and holding them awkwardly, unsure of what I was exactly supposed to do with them now. Leaving them by the door was definitely out.

She pointed up the stairs, so I left, struggling to balance my bags and shoes all at the same time. The room was fairly easy to find, it was the only bedroom on the right side of the hallway. A large bathroom was beside it, followed by a hall closet. A few doors down, on the left, a door was ajar, soft music filling the air from inside, I had no doubt my cousin was in there, just as uninterested to meet me as she was with being downstairs with her parents.

The room itself was a haven, it was simple. White walls with a honey oak trim, with the same wood flooring that went through the entire home. It was at the back of the house, the only two windows facing out towards the green forest. A tall elm stood outside of my window, its huge limbs missing the side of the house by only mere inches. It was beautiful, and it felt secure, like it was protecting me.

Smiling, I threw my bags on my bed, happy that could at least enjoy this new part of my life. The bed was larger than I was used to, and seemed to be somewhat out of place with the simple room. It was intricate and beautiful, most likely put into here after it was no longer wanted in the master bedroom or in my cousin’s. The sheets were old, white and simple, a old woven quilt on top.

On the opposite side of the room was a large closet, way too big for my small wardrobe to ever fill, so I was glad to find it had other things to fill it. Extra pillows and blankets were stalked into the small shelves, while boxes with old photos filled up what was left. It would make the move in a little less uncomfortable, at least I would feel as if I was filling my room with me.

Between the two windows, sat a small desk, an older computer ready for my use. It wasn’t the latest model, but it was new enough to serve my purposes. Everything seemed to be what I would need, and I was thankful my relatives hadn’t really wanted to welcome me with open arms, my room would have been to lavish otherwise.

Ignoring my rumbling stomach, I unpacked and dressed myself into my old ratty pajamas, the ones I refused to get rid of. They were comfortable, and it wasn’t like anyone was going to see me while I slept, so what did it matter how I looked?

Grabbing my bag of toiletries, I escaped to the bathroom. Showering and brushing my teeth, I ran back to my room and hopped in bed. Smiling as I snuggled down into the soft pillow, perfectly content for once.


Waking up, I slammed my fist down on my alarm clock, glad that I had actually remember the stupid ancient thing. It was one of the few that could actually wake me. I hated mornings, I always just wanted to curl back under my covers and sleep for a few more hours, ignoring the hour of the day. Unfortunately, school wouldn’t allow it. I really didn’t want to be late for my first day of school, I don’t think it would leave a good first impression.

Dressing in one of my usual comfortable outfits with a dark hoodie, I left my room, making sure to grab my bag as I left. It was oddly quiet downstairs, something I could get used to. The cars outside were gone, so I could only guess that my uncle and cousin were gone, I didn’t know where my aunt could be though. Maybe she had left to, in another car I hadn’t seen the previous night.

I quickly threw in a pop-tart into the toaster, it had taken me awhile to find anything to eat, the kitchen was huge. The fridge was in plain sight thankfully, and I quickly grabbed a carton of juice before searching for a glass somewhere. I sat down at the buffet, happily chewing on my food and drinking my juice, glancing at the clock on the wall every once in awhile to make sure I wouldn’t be late.

"Good morning," my aunt said, surprising me, I jumped slightly, swallowing before I replied with the same. "You’ll be able to find the school, correct?"

"Yeah, I think so," I had already thought about that, and had asked my mother to call the Forks highschool before I ever came and got directions.

"Good, you can take Lauren’s old car, its in the garage outback," she said, and I gasped, I hadn’t expected to get a car, not until I got into an university at least.

My aunt handed me the keys and then left, not saying anymore, but she didn’t have to. I didn’t care what the car looked like, it was nice to know I wouldn’t have to walk in the rain all the way to school. As long as it had an engine and four wheels, I’d be happy.

Grabbing my bag, I slipped on my shoes, cursing as the time seemed to speed up. Rushing out the door, I ran to the back garage. The building held three cars, all of which had a layer of dust on the body. It must have been where they kept the cars they no longer ran. I would have sold them, but obviously they had different views, and besides, I was happy they hadn’t.

Going to the car with the least amount of dust, and also the one that looked more like a teen girl’s car, I got in.

Starting the engine, I hit the garage door opener and backed out. Turning on the radio, I turned it to my favorite station, a new rock song playing quietly in the background.

The school wasn’t exactly what I had expected, in fact, it wasn’t anything like I expected. It consisted of one larger building, and several smaller ones. The smaller ones looked like trailers, with sidewalks that led up to each one. Trees lined the grounds, it seemed like the entire town was being taken over by trees and other wildlife. The rain and cloudy sky made the entire world seem green, even the buildings and trunks of the trees had a green tinge to them.

Parking my car, I stepped out of it, wondering why they couldn’t afford money to at least pave the parking lot, but then again, they had trailers for buildings, it didn’t seem like such a stretch. Locking the doors, I trudged through the water soaked rocks to the entrance, where a few students lazed around, many of them eying me curiously as I approached. Instantly I felt out of place, my skin at least didn’t stand out, but my stature sure did.

The front office was small, and had a strange floral smell to it, almost like a funeral home, how ironic. The walls were white brick, while the ancient paneled counter had several small wire baskets on it, most stuffed full of neon colored papers. Orange plastic chairs lined the one wall, the wall opposite to where an ancient shelf set up sat, and what appeared to be name tags for each teacher in the cubby holes. A few papers sat in each cubby, most likely a place where the teachers could pick up any things to do with the office, or students.

A woman moved from behind her desk, smiling widely at me as she approached. She was middle-aged, a few gray hairs appearing in her brilliant hair. She wore way too much make-up, and brightly painted red manicured fingernails. She seemed to fit in with the office perfectly, with the red hair and contrasting purple t-shirt, it was all very strange. And I had no doubt that she was one responsible for the tiny forest that seemed to be growing in here.

"Can I help you?" she asked, staring at me intently.

"I’m Evelyn Mallory, I just moved here," I explained, feeling oddly uncomfortable in this small room, I never really did like enclosed spaces. "Um, my aunt was supposed to call in."

"Oh yes, the Mallory girl," she said, her eyes widening as she snapped her fingers, her head instantly ducking to behind the counter. "Your Lauren’s little cousin," she glanced at me then, before smiling slightly. "I mean younger cousin."

I scowled at the world little, hardly, I was anything but little, and how I wished I was! The last time I had been called little was when I was three, ever since then I had shot straight upwards. I was used to people staring up at me, at least the girls, but at least the guys didn’t look up, most of the time, no, I just looked them in the eyes. It was all rather depressing, I hated being tall.

"Here you go," she said, handing me more than once piece of paper. "This is the map of the school, color coordinated, your schedule and locker number, as well as a slip that you need to have all your teacher’s sign, ok?"

"Alright," I replied, holding the pieces of paper, great, already felt completely lost.

"Make sure to bring it back in right after school," she said again, and I nodded, waving goodbye as I left.

Glaring at the offending papers, I walked to my locker, wishing I was anywhere but here. I immediately noticed how much I stuck out, I didn’t look like I belonged, I never looked like I belonged. Sighing, I opened the locker and through my bag and hoodie inside. Taking a notebook and pencil, I headed to my first class, Chemistry II. It was in this building, but at the very end, I suppose if something was going to blow, better it be further away from the head people.

I noticed immediately that the room grew quiet as I entered, the entire classroom (which was packed full of lounging teens) all turned to stare at me. The teacher, much to my annoyance, was no where to be found, great, I just wanted to get my seat and start class, I hadn’t really thought about having to face down this. Weren’t teachers supposed to always be a little early to their classes?

Gulping, I stood at the front of the room in a corner, trying to ignore the open stares that preceded the hushed whispers. I hated this, I would much rather be sitting in my seat that up here for everyone to see, at least when I was sitting I didn’t draw as much attention to myself. I could concentrate on something else fully, my mind was like that, if I had a distraction, I could bring myself away from unpleasant stuff. But I didn’t have a distraction, I instantly wanted my large hoodie that I had thrown in my locker.

"Class, have a seat," a man announced, he was average height, lanky, and completely bored by the look on his face.

The students moved from their spots to their new seats, a few glaring at the teacher for interrupting their conversations. I was glad, I was sure I had been the main subject of most of them.

"Um, sir, I’m supposed to have you sign this," I whispered, turning my back to the class, my instincts screamed at me not to.

"Oh yes, Miss Mallory, we’ve been expecting you," he said, a small smile forming on his lips, I really did feel awkward, no doubt news spread fast around here.

He signed the small slip and handed it back to me, before moving over to his large bookshelf to the right of the room. Taking out a book, he handed it to me, and then pointed to a seat in the back. I smiled and then quickly retreated, sliding into my seat and opening the book to the page he instructed. I tried desperately to ignore the guy beside me, and soon found my zone out mode.

Just as I got into that mode however, the stupid guy beside me drug me out of it. A notebook jarred my arm, knocking my pencil out of my hand in surprise. I looked at the offending object, and then to the innocent looking guy who seemed to be staring at the board. Yeah right.

Sighing, I looked down at it, surprised to find that there was a note, not just someone that wanted to annoy me.

What’s your name?

I sized him up, noting his many freckles and too long red hair. Large round glasses were placed on the very edge of his nose, the paleness of his skin lighting up the emerald of his eyes.

Evelyn Mallory, everyone calls me Lyn though.

I shoved the paper back, and quickly wrote down the few notes that I had missed. The guy casually glanced down at the paper, before scribbling a few words. He would every once in awhile turn to look at the board, as if he was taking notes as well and not writing to me.

Hi, my name’s Marcus Smith, what’s your schedule look like?

Pulling out my schedule, I stuck inside the notebook, making sure to act like I too was paying attention, I didn’t really want to get into trouble on the first day. That somehow, seemed like it would be doing exactly the opposite of what my father wanted me to do. Then again...

This is my only class in this building, I’m kind of lost after that.

He read the note and then took out the piece of paper that I had slipped in there, scanning the different classes before slipping it back in. With a nod of his head, he answered a teacher’s question, smiling politely as the teacher glared at him but turned back to the board.

Cool, that’s my next class too, I’ll take you there.

Sighing, I offered him a small smile, unsure why he was being so nice. Shrugging my shoulders, I scowled, he had to be just some helpful kid, most likely getting brownie points for his self-esteem. But looking at him again, I doubted he really had many friends besides the chess-club members.

The bell rang, an entire class gone by and not even realizing it, I hadn’t heard one word that the teacher had said the entire period. Great, I really hoped I could read my textbook and catch up, it was just one day, surely it wouldn’t be that hard.

I stopped at my locker and grabbed my hoodie alone with a new notebook, the oh so helpful Marcus waiting for me at the door.

Marcus was short, I hadn’t noticed that til now, but he was short. Ok, maybe he wasn’t short, but he definitely wasn’t my height. He must have been two inches shorter than me, which really kicked my self-esteem in the rear.

"So, where you from?" Marcus asked, his hands were stuffed in his pockets, the glasses on his nose fogging over, and I wondered how he could see.

"Memphis," I answered, looking up at the gray sky, it was so strange, I actually had to dress for cool weather, it just wasn’t right.

"Wow, that place is huge," he said, and I nodded my head, it was huge, especially compared to this place. "So what’s it like living in this place then?"

"I don’t know, just got here," I mumbled back, I honestly didn’t know what it was like, but it felt strange, like I was an intruder

"Yeah, that’s true, well, here we are," he announced, spreading out his arms before holding the thin metal door open for me.

It was much warmer inside, and I instantly felt better. Marcus was still following me, and I scowled, I really didn’t want him to think that I planned on joining his freak, over-helpful, band of goody-to-shoes, that was so not going to happen. I may have fit the freak part, but definitely not the other. So, like any normal teen, I ditched him, yes, even in a classroom, its possible.

The teacher signed it, and I sat in my seat, ignoring the other students who entered. All of them seemed to look at me though, and just like I suspected, news traveled fast. Really fast apparently.

Class started, and I zoned out, ignoring everyone around me.


School went the same all the way through, me losing my little side-kick Marcus, trying to figure out the map that the crazy secretary had given me. Classes were normal, a droning teacher, a heavy textbook, and a mindless student body sleeping at their desks. I was at least happy for this normality, it meant I could do exactly what I had done in my old school, I just had to find my spot in the circle first.

My car was heaven, or rather, Lauren’s retired car, but it was heaven all the same. After turning in my papers to the office, I had quickly ran through the downpour that had struck and into the metal shelter. I was instantly glad that the seats were leather, at least I wouldn’t have to worry about trying to soak them dry. But, my converse, once again, were yelling at me. Stupid rainy weather.

Driving through the streets, I turned on the radio, thankful for the rhythm that now rang in my ears. Linkin Park’s Krwling thrummed through the vehicle, and I gently tapped my fingers to it. I had always loved that song, even if my mother and father had always called it depressing.

Pulling into the garage, I shut off the engine and got out, once again wishing I had something more than a cloth hoodie. A nice raincoat would be nice, hoodies just didn’t shed the water.

"I’m home," I called once I got inside, remembering instantly to remove my shoes so I wouldn’t track up the stupid floor.

"Welcome," my aunt said, her gaze locking on my shoes before nodding her head and disappearing, well, its good to see you too.

Sighing, I went upstairs, deciding I had better start on my homework, heaven knows I had a lot.

Slipping inside, I threw my stuff down, and flopped onto the mattress, gazing up at the white ceiling. The light was off, so I wasn’t blinded, that would be all I’d need. I really was a negative person, no wonder my father kicked me out, I probably made him want to go listen to rock music and dress in my style of clothes. Yeah, and that with a campaign, just couldn’t mix.

Pulling out my notebook, I flipped open my Calculus homework, great math, I was horrible at math. I mean really, why did they ever have to add letters into it? Wasn’t math supposed to be about numbers? But oh no, they just had to throw in the English language, a perfectly good language til that subject screwed with it.

Thirty minutes later, I was about ready to throw the stupid thing across the room, who needed to know this stuff anyways? It was dumb, and I hated it. I mean seriously, it wasn’t like I was going to become some huge scientist that cured cancer or anything.

Shaking my head, I gave up, deciding that I would take a break and work on it later. Grabbing my bag of toiletries I disappeared to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth, already deciding to skip supper, I really didn’t feel like sitting down for a ‘family’ time thing, not yet at least. And maybe I was wrong, maybe that wasn’t how they ate supper here, but this town just screamed that it was a crime if you didn’t.

Rushing back to my room with a towel wrapped around me, I went to my closet and grabbed out my old ratty pajamas. Slipping them on, I went back to my homework, happy to realize that it was making sense now. Smiling, I scribbled down an answer and went on. Its just too bad I fell asleep halfway through it.


"Lauren, give me that," I hissed, I hated my cousin, I mean, not just dislike her, I really hated her, she was such a spoiled brat.

"No, this is my house," she sneered, glaring at me from across the kitchen, twirling the treasure around, she was taunting me!

"But that’s mine!" I screeched, pointing at it and whining, she was a horrible woman, just because she lived here first didn’t mean she could take whatever she pleased. "Give it back!"

"No, besides, I deserve it, not you," she sneered the last part, and I went paler than before, I hated when people did that, especially when I felt normal for even a short time.

"Girls, shut up," my aunt snarled, glaring at us both, apparently, just because Lauren was her’s, didn’t mean she was anymore pleasant.

"She stole my poptart!" I cried, glaring at the smirking girl as she left the kitchen, an evil bounce in her step, oh how I loathe her.

"Then get another one," my aunt snapped, apparently, waking up early on a Saturday without any coffee in her hand is a very bad thing.

Sighing, I did as told, grumbling all the way about stupid mean cousins who don’t realize who they’re messing with, unfortunately, I’m not motivated enough to actually do anything. I blame my parents, I don’t know why, but everyone else seems to, so I can too!

My first week of school had been rather uneventful, I had learned a few things however. The overly helpful Marcus was student council president, surprise surprise. And, thank goodness, I had been able to loose him after the second day. I know its strange to think of me, who absolutely needs a whole batch of friends, and with my looks, turning the guy away. But, well, its not exactly the best feeling when sitting with them, that you feel like the stupidest person ever. Him and his friends are smart, extremely so, and to put it frankly, I really feel odd when hanging with them.

So, once again, I have successfully alienated myself. I am so good at that. I would ace that class if they had one, of course, having a class about that, wouldn’t really work. If you were to alienate yourself from everyone, wouldn’t it be a class of one? So it would be just a student rather than class. But, then what would you call it? A student? Too confusing.

I nodded my head to my uncle as he entered, not even bothering with pleasantries, I can already see the routine forming. Apparently, he had to work today, he’s in the construction business, really, it was still hard to believe that he actually got dirty. And there was this new couple that needed work done on their house plus they needed it to be built on. They were planning for the future or something, I don’t know, I hadn’t really listened the other night at dinner. And I was so right, they did eat together.

Anyways, it was at this place called La Push, a Quileute reservation, or something. I don’t really remember the name of the people either, it started with a ‘u’, let me see...Uley! That was it, yeah, they were just married and they wanted my uncle to go work for them. Well, if it meant getting rid of them for awhile, those Uley people were alright with me.

My aunt and uncle started up a conversation, as I waited for my food to get done. I tuned them out, looking out at the cloudy skies and misty ground. I really did like this weather, it made everything so much prettier than back in Tennessee, even if it did have it out for my favorite shoes.

My uncle said my name, and I nodded my head, letting him know that I was now paying attention to whatever he thought was important.

"Great, then I’ll see you up there around noon," he said, his tone was flat, as if the entire world bored him, he was such an interesting man.

"Wait, huh?" ok, what did I agree too? I don’t remember him asking me a question, and meet him where, for what reason?

"I’ll see you at noon down at La Push, make sure to pack a cooler so the sodas you bring won’t get warm," he said, and turned to leave. Ok, one, who says sodas anymore? And two, again, what?

Turning to my aunt, my eyes wide, I voiced my confusion.

"He wants you to bring him his lunch up there and a cooler of soda, his favorite his Coke, its out on the back deck. Also, make sure you pack a lighter, he’ll want a cigarette while he’s there," she said, turning to leave, obviously, she didn’t like talking. "Oh, and also, he wants you to stay up there for the rest of the day, something about him not wanting you to stay inside all the time. Frankly, he thinks your lazy."

Scowling, I growled under my breath and grabbed my poptart, who was he to call me lazy? I was not, just because I didn’t have a rocking social life didn’t mean I was lazy! I did homework and studied all the time, my brain was fried, that was so not lazy. Where’d he get the gall to tell me I’m lazy, when his wife and daughter sit on their butts all day!

Shaking my head, I ran upstairs to get dressed, already guessing that the orders meant I had to fix the meal as well as pack it to who knows where. As I pondered this, I came to a startling realization, I have no idea where La Push is. Nope, none whatsoever, now how was I supposed to get up there?

Deciding on a clean t-shirt and a pair of my torn jeans, I quickly slipped them on, grabbing my converse shoes that I had to clean every night. I really did need to get some boots, but, I really didn’t want to drive to Port Angeles all by myself, I didn’t really like wondering around strange cities alone. But then again, who else did I have to go with? No one.

Looking at my clock, I sighed, I only had two hours before I had to be there. Since I didn’t know how far it was, I started preparing the meal, deciding that he only needed a simple sandwich, carrots, and some fruit, heaven knows he needed to start eating healthy. Perhaps if he wasn’t pleased with what I brought he’d decide to not ask me to do it again.

When my uncle, or rather aunt, told me that I needed to bring a cooler of pop for him, I had originally thought a small person cooler. Apparently, when I asked my aunt about the cooler, I was to bring a huge one for his entire crew. Now how in the world was I supposed to lug this thing to the car and then lug it to him without collapsing?

Once done, I asked my aunt for directions, while she sneered at me and glared at me in annoyance, I mentally tried to remember everything she said. Thankfully, there was a map in the car, or at least, that’s what she said. I think, honestly, its hard to listen to someone like that.

I grabbed the lunch pack and threw it in the cooler before grabbing the keys, and my ever faithful hoodie, and headed to the garage. The cooler was heavy, I knew my arms were going to be screaming at me tonight. Aspirin and me were going to be the very best of friends.

Throwing the stuff in the backseat, I started the car and backed out, cautious of the west roads. Reaching over, I grabbed the map out of the glove box, trying to navigate the map and drive all at once. I knew people were passing me, heck, I think a little old lady even passed me, but I was definitely not having a wreck in this place.

Screeching with delight as I found the turnoff, I threw the map aside, knowing that all I had to do was follow this road and it would lead me straight to La Push. It was a poor quality road, it was gravel, not a highway, and the potholes were unreal. Obviously, the state government didn’t take care of this section of Washington, but, maybe, that’s the way they wanted it. I mean, honestly, if I could get away from the government in any little way, I certainly would. Its all corrupted I tell you!

The small little community of La Push, was, well, just that, extremely small. Unlike Forks, La Push looked natural, like it was supposed to be there. All the roads were gravel, and the place itself looked almost untouched my modern today. Sure, they had normal cars and their clothes looked normal, but it was almost as if the past of this small little place was still alive, still breathing. It was a place where you didn’t have to worry about being mugged or raped in the middle of the night, no danger from modern fears. No, this was a place where it felt safe, or perhaps, a place where the nightmares you secretly dreaded were real. Everything seemed like it was possible here, but, that was just from a first glance.

Taking the small main road, I pulled up in front of the local grocery store. Sighing, I got out, running to the entrance so I wouldn’t get too wet.

Shivering as I entered, I pulled off my hood and made my way to the front counter. It was very empty in here, but then again, why would it be crowded? This place couldn’t have had more than two hundred people, and most of them were all inside. Smart people.

A tall man stood behind the counter, leaning casually on it, his large fingers drumming on the hard surface. He looked to be about my father’s age, but with dark russet skin. Dark brown eyes stared at another man, listening to what he was saying. He had high cheekbones and a pronounced nose, his lips moving quickly and quietly, as if he hated to disturb the quiet atmosphere.

The other man, the customer, was in a large steel wheelchair, leaning back casually. He looked large as well, but not as much as the cashier. He had dark hair, and the same russet skin. His large cheeks filled with wrinkles fell against his shoulders, his dark black eyes filled with knowledge. He was obviously held with high respect, if it was any indication by the way the man behind the counter was looking and listening to him.

"Um, excuse me?" I said, making my presence known, both turned me, their breath hitching in their throats as they took in my appearance.

"M-may I-I help you?" the large standing man asked, his eyes taking in every detail, jeeze, they were much taller than me, what were they looking at?

"Um, yeah, I’m supposed to bring some lunch up to my uncle, he’s working on some guy’s house up here. Um, what’s his name..." I trailed off, trying to ignore the two.

"Uley?" the man in the wheelchair asked, and I nodded my head, glad that he knew, I couldn’t remember the name to save my life.

"Yeah, that’s it, do you know where his place is at?" I asked politely, clasping my hands behind my back and rocking on my heels.

"Haven’t seen someone like that since the Swan girl," I heard the cashier guy whisper, and I’m guessing I wasn’t supposed to hear.

Deciding to ignore it, I waited patiently for the two to either tell me to get lost, or to give me directions. By the looks on their faces they were leaning towards the former, great. What was with these people? Did they not know how to be anything but rude? Obviously not.

"Um...excuse me..." I trailed off, jerking them out of their conversation, both turned to me, once again staring at me, I felt self-conscious all over again.

"I’ll take you, I need to talk to Jake anyways," the man in the wheelchair mumbled, wheeling himself towards the exit, I nodded dumbly.

Opening the passenger door, I let the cashier man help lift the other guy into the car, and I quickly folded the wheelchair and put in the trunk. Slamming the trunk lid down, I loped to the driver’s door and got in. Starting the engine, I quickly turned on the heat, it was absolutely freezing outside.

"So...you’re the Mallory girl, huh?" the guy said, which scared me to death, I seriously wasn’t expecting for him to say anything but directions.

"Um yeah," I returned, looking him over before turning my eyes back to the road. "I just moved here from Tennessee."

"I see, my name’s Billy Black, by the way," he introduced, pointing to a road as he said this, I turned on it, grimacing as I hit another pothole.

"Um, Evelyn Mallory," I said, squinting as the rain poured down harder, how did construction workers work in this weather? "But, everyone calls me Lyn."

"I see, take a left here," I did as instructed, hoping that we were going to get there soon, it was really weird talking to this guy that I didn’t know. "How long are you staying in Forks?"

"Um, I’m planning just for my senior year," I answered, quickly maneuvering past a pothole, it was a deep one too.

"You’re the same age as my son, Jacob," he said, and I looked at him, what was he getting at, is this really how he started conversations.

"That’s nice," not sure what else to say, I was happy to see that a small house with numerous amount of construction equipment came into sight.

"This is it," he announced, and I nodded my head, pulling up to park a safe distance away from anything that could harm it.

I jumped out a got the wheelchair out of the car, unfolding it and moved it so Billy could get in it. Opening the door, I helped him maneuver himself so he could sit down once more. He graciously took the bag of food for me, I was glad I wouldn’t have to make a second trip in the rain. Both of made our way up the small trail, the workers already starting to go on their break.

Billy placed the bag on top of the cooler I was trying to balance, and I walked over to my uncle, handing him over his stuff. I nodded to a few of the other workers and sat down awkwardly next to my large uncle, unsure of what to do. And that’s when I saw them, all six of them.

They were tall, extremely so, and could have been all related by the way they styled their looks. All but one, the tallest, and the one that went up to greet Billy. I could only assume that this was Jacob. Unlike his friends, he had long hair tied off at the nape of his neck, while the others were cropped short. They all had severe expressions, hard, but it was unmistakable the kindness in Jacob’s hands as he escorted his father indoors.

Looking away, I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, all six of them had been inhumanly beautiful, as if they were even more perfect than a sculpture. And the way they moved, as if dancing, fluid and graceful, completely one with the world around them.