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Fiery Secrets

Mandy did something that is looked down upon by most vampires. Something that made her coven kick her out. She runs into Edward Cullen in the forest near Forks. She meets the rest of the Cullens and Jasper agrees to teach her how to hunt animals instead of humans. But Mandy is keeping secrets. Those secrets will have to be revealed for the sake of the werewolves. She must figure out a way with the help of the Cullens, to save the werewolves with out fighting. If she doesn't they may give up hope and go to fight a battle they can not win. <a href="http://www.mybannermaker.com/link.php?nurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mybannermaker.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://img363.imageshack.us/img363/1985/mybanner486c27020118ett2.jpg" alt='Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com!' border=0 /></a><br>

I do not own any of these characters or places besides Mandy, Kaylan, Mitch, and Amy. The rest belongs to Stephenie Meyer!

3. Chapter 3: Story Time

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Chapter 3: Story Time

“Hey Billy!” I leaned down to give him a hug.

“It’s good to see you again Mandy,” he told me.

“It’s good to see you again too,” I said, “Do you know where Jake is?”

“He’s in the garage. Something happened to the car he built and he’s fixing it up,” Billy replied.

“Thanks!” I said as I rushed back outside.

I snuck into the garage. A pair of legs stuck out from underneath a car. I wolf whistled.

“Hey Mandy,” Jacob called.

“Having fun?” I asked.

“Yup.” He pulled himself out from under the car and walked over to me. “I’ll stop for you though.” He took my hand and kissed it.

“My hero,” I sighed.

“Does the hero get a kiss?” he asked.

“Of course!” I exclaimed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and didn’t care that he was putting his greasy arms around my waist. Our lips touched and my world was on fire.

“Ouch!” Jacob yelped.

I quickly pulled away. My hands were smoking and Jacob’s neck was burned.

“Oops,” I sighed.

This seemed to happen a lot when I kissed him. Luckily Jacob was a fast healer.

“It’s ok baby. It just shows that you’re hot,” he said.

I licked my finger and touched my hip. It actually made a hissing noise. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. When we calmed down we had somehow ended up on the ground. Jacob took my cooled down hands.

“Are you ready for my story?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, cuddling up to his warm body.

“Well,” he started, “when I was 15 I met the most amazing girl. Her name was Bella Swan…”

He told me his entire story up to the point where he met me.

“Oh wow Jacob,” I cried.

I hugged him as tightly as I could which was pretty dang tight. The poor guy and been broken pretty badly.

“It’s fine now. I’ll always love her in a way but now it seems more sisterly. I realize that we weren’t meant for each other. I was meant for something greater. I was meant for you.” He smiled down at my and ruffled my hair. “It’s you turn to tell your story love.”

I sighed. My story.

“I guess it started when I was 17. I lived in a small town in southern Utah in the year 2005. I was born in 1988 so I’m not really that old at all. I’m only like 20,” I began.

“I had a good life. I’d skipped a grade and there was only a few weeks left of my senior year in high school. I was studying hard. I had an amazing family. I had a mom, a dad, four little sisters, and two little brothers. All of them are still alive but I can’t see them. I’m supposed to be dead.

So I was your typical teenage girl. It was the weekend and it was still cold back home so I decided to drive down to Las Vegas for a few hours to soak up some sun and do some real shopping. I brought my best friend, Kisha, along.

Vampires can’t come out in the day at Vegas for obvious reasons. During daylight hours some lurk in dark alleys where the sunlight can’t reach in hopes of catching an unsuspecting victim. That’s what he was doing when Kisha and I took a few wrong turns and got hopelessly lost.

We were about to call someone for help on my cell phone when a man seemed to appear out of nowhere. He looked so inhumanly perfect. I don’t remember a lot. It’s pretty hazy. I just know that there was a lot of screaming and pain. Then there was a burning feeling. The way it must feel when fire isn’t your friend. The last thing I remembered was flying at an impossible speed in the arms of someone rock hard and cold.

When the pain ended I found out that Mitch had found me being attacked in the alley way and saved me. He wanted me to be a vampire, not to just die. He didn’t know why. Usually he could care less about humans. He said that he saw something in my eyes when I realized that my best friend was no longer breathing and venom was burning in my bloodstream. He said he saw that I had hope even as my eyes turned red and I lay dying, becoming a monster, a child’s worst nightmare, a vampire.” I choked on the last word.

Jacob stroked my hair soothingly. After a couple of minutes I plowed on with the story.

“When the transformation was complete I joined their coven. Amy, Kaylan, and Mitch have a very different lifestyle then the Cullens. They’re normal vampires, creatures whose entire existence is centered on drinking human blood. For three years I lived that same life. Then I met you.

When I first saw you, first met you, I realized something. There’s more to life then planning your next murder victim. There’s more to life then blood.” I smiled at him.

“Well, that’s my story and even though falling in love with a werewolf is considered dishonorable among most vampires I don’t care. I would give up everything for you Jacob,” I finished.

“And I’d do the same for you,” he said.

“Do you think that I should tell the Cullens about you? They might be able to help with the Volturi problem. They might know something useful,” I asked.

Jacob thought for a moment. “Yes, you should tell them.”


We were quiet for a long time. All we did is sit there. There was something in the way he touched me though. It was like he thought I was delicate and fragile even though I was far from it. There was something in the way he looked at me too. Something about the intensity of it that when I got up to leave I felt like our silence was the best conversation I’d ever had.

When he kissed me goodbye I closed my eyes and slipped into a sleepless dream as his warm lips met mine with a fiery passion that seemed to make my dead heart pound a frantic rhythm and warm blood rush through my long empty veins. I enjoyed the feeling of being alive even if it was only a temporary illusion.