Howdy! This is my very first fanfiction so be kind. I will try to update as much as I can but I tend to get busy. The beginning of this story might be confusing so if you have questions you can leave them in your review or PM me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any characters you recognize from the series.

"Come on, Kimmy. At least try to have fun." My cousin Shelby whines to me.

Lani rolls her eyes "Don't even bother, Shells. She's a lost cause." She blows her naturally dark hair out of her face "She hasn't stopped moping over Jared since they said goodbye Sunday night. I mean, good God, Rose, you'll probably talk to him on the phone tomorrow anyway."

I open my mouth to get her back for using my real name but the only thing that came out was a "yerg" before Shelby interrupted "I think it's sweet."

My darling little sister scoffs "Oh, come on, if she's this bad on the second day, I am definitely not excited for the rest of this trip."

I huff dramatically, but hey, it's me. I'm pretty dramatic "Whatever, Iliana, your just jealous." I shoot back, making sure to use her real name too.

"And why would I be jealous? Just because your boyfriend is this tall, tanned, firm, muscled, hot… I'm going inside." She states and walks back up the beach to our aunts house we're vacationing at.

Me and Shelby laugh as we watch my 15 year old sister slam the back door to the cute beach house. You could say that dramatics run in the family. Dramatic or not, I do miss Jared and I could tell that these would be the longest 3 months of my life. Looking out over the Pacific Ocean, I realize that it was a huge mistake to come here in the first place. Not that I had much of a choice, my family does this every year. Personally, I think it's just an excuse for my dad to get his daughters away from civilization and make sure life hasn't corrupted us. He was especially adamant this year since Lani just finished her first year of high school and me and Jared are going on year 3 of our relationship.

Cue the sad music and drabbles over how I miss his face, his deep, husky voice, the way he acted all cocky around the pack but his demeanor seemed to change when he spoke to me. Especially the way he would scoop me up in his arms when he got off patrol, how he would capture my lips with his and I'd eventually feel mini-Jared against my stomach. At that point we'd be to a bed, or couch, or chair, or wall, or…

"Rosie? Yoo-hoo! Rose? Kim!" Why can't I daydream in peace, dammit?

I let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sex moan and looked at her. My beautiful cousin shook her head and giggled. Me and Shelby have always been close, mostly because she was the only cousin I had on the Yurok reservation. And she was really the only girlfriend I've ever had; I had never really gotten along with girls. Why? Beats the fuck out of me.

"I still don't understand why you go by Kim." She sighs and looks down at the seashell in her hand "Rose is such a beautiful name."

I scrunch up my nose. Most people don't know why I go by my middle name, Kimberly instead of my first name. It's the name she gave me, and I don't want to be associated with her. I shrug it off "I'd think you'd be used to it by now, Shells, nobody has called me… Rose in years."

It's exactly why Lani hates being called Iliana, though it's a really pretty name. But that's Lani for ya. She says it's too old, that it reminds her of the Great Depression. You can't really shorten Rose so I went with Kimberly, the middle name my co-creator gave me.

She skips a rock across the ocean and smiles at me "You'll always be Rosie to me."

Before I can reply with my signature dramatic response, something distracts me over on the cliffs towards the south side of the beach. No one ever goes over there, partly because it's crazy rocky and nobody wants to risk falling off the high cliffs onto the rocks. The biggest reason though is because of our legends. That's why when I saw a couple girls, about my age, standing on the cliffs with their almost identical white dresses, I kind of freaked out.

Expecting my immediate response, Shelby looks to see what caught my attention. I glance at her then back to the cliffs "Who is that?" when you live on an Indian reservation, its sorta hard to tell people apart from afar. The whole dark-hair-dark-eyes-dark-skinned thing gets in the way of any distinguishing features when being an onlooker.

That must get really annoying when one is trying to stalk another. Not that I'm encouraging stalking, but I'm not totally against it, depending on the circumstances. That would make me a hypocrite considering I totally stalked Jared's house the 2 weeks he was out "sick" junior year in high school. He thought it was totally cute when my little sister told him and just grinned cockily. Sigh, Jared. And I thought I was obsessed before.

"You know Audrey and Peyton Little?" she asks in an abnormally deadpanned voice. Shelby has always been chipper and positive which is why my curiosity level went from a 4 to a 10.

I rack my brain for information on the Little sisters but struggle, having to push Jared out of my head. Dear God, this is unhealthy.

Little, Little, Little. Oh, right! Audrey and Peyton Little. Though I remember Audrey a little (ha-ha) better than Peyton, I vaguely remember the two of them in elementary. Sweet and kind Audrey balanced out a temperamental Peyton. Three years apart, the girls were always running with different crowds, Audrey with a bunch of friends and considered the most popular at the high school while Peyton stuck with only a couple friends and earned herself a nasty reputation on the rez.

I nod "Not very well, but I know of them, yes."

My cousin looks at the sun setting over the ocean, the wind blowing her dark hair behind her head "It was strange. Audrey came back from LA looking tired and worn out and just strait up terrible. Which doesn't make much sense considering she's a makeup artist. I mean, if you make as much money as she does, you'd think you would have enough money to buy herself some decent moisturizer or something to get rid of those bags under her eyes." She rolls her eyes and rubs her arms against the cool breeze "Let's just say she wasn't the pretty Audrey Little who left after finishing beauty school two years earlier.

"She was seen around town for the next week or so, though she looked more like a zombie then an actual human being. People assumed something bad had happened back in the city, like she lost her job or went through an ugly breakup or something. She just wasn't the normal smiling, happy-go-lucky Audrey, you know?" she shifted her eyes to the girls on the cliffs that were now looking out over the horizon "She tried. She went to lunch with a couple of her old friends and went shopping with her mom and Peyton, but you could tell something was wrong. No one asked of course and her family offered no explanation so people just kind of left it alone."

Goosebumps prickled my arms without the appearance of the wind as Shelby continued "Then she disappeared for a month. Well she didn't really disappear; she was cooped up in her house for longer than normal, though. About the second week Audrey went AWOL, Peyton started acting weird, like exactly the way Audrey was. Everyone thought it was the aftereffects of some new drug she was taking, or maybe she was pregnant. Either way, it wasn't really unusual so no one thought too much of it. Soon, they were both gone.

I felt a slight chill go up my spine, thinking how similar this story was to the packs' back home. Shelby sighs and continues "I don't know how, but when they came into town for the first time after their social isolation, they were…different."

My eyes widen as my demeanor changed from interested to absolutely serious "Different? Different, how?" My mind was again on the pack and their transformations.

Shelby turned to look at me in the eyes "They were…beautiful."

"Shells, they've always been beautiful. Sure, Peyton had more of that grungy, bitchy look but she's still always been pretty." I roll my eyes.

She shakes her head "No, Kim, you don't understand. They're like, supermodel gorgeous. They got taller, curvier and their skin had this natural glow to it. Their eyes looked brighter and their smiles were infectious. All the guys would stop and stare, as if in a trance." She turns her whole body toward me this time as her voice drops to a murmur "People are dying, Kim. Sailors are claiming to hear The Song again and the elders are acting strange. I don't know what's happening, Kim, but it has something to do with the change in the Little's."

I blink at her for a minute, fear running through my veins. What she's saying is ringing more than one bell in the creepy department. Each one of the La Push boys' faces runs through my mind as I think about what my cousin just revealed. Their legends were true, why couldn't ours be?

We both look up at the cliffs again, in attempt to convince ourselves that these girls weren't the reason people were disappearing on the cliffs again but no one was there.

XXX

"You're killing me, Kimmy." Jared whined on the other end of the computer. Sometimes calling wasn't enough; I miss my boyfriend's face.

I sigh and start to braid a small section of my hair, an anxious habit I've picked up over the years. "I know, I'm sorry but my sister needs me right now and my dad guilt tripped me." I drop the braid and look at his reflection in the computer. God, I am so horny "I miss you."

He cracks a small smile "I miss you too, Kimberly. I'm sorry for being such a pussy, I'll stop." He sits up strait and puffs out his chest as if trying to look tough, making me laugh and him grin "So how's Cali?"

I shrug, and examine his tired eyes "It's ok, sunnier than I'm used to but I missed Shelby and Aunt Heather." I tilt my head to the side "You look tired. Did you just get off patrols?"

He nods "I've been taking more shifts lately to pass the time." He shrugs and leans against his headboard his eyes drooping slightly.

At the beginning of our relationship, before I knew he was the second coming of teen wolf, I was really insecure. Here he was, this gorgeous Adonis and there I was some amateur librarian who had never been touched by a boy. What was Jared doing with me? You could tell everyone was thinking the same thing by the looks we got in the halls. The girls laughed as if it was a joke and the guys raised their eyebrows in disbelief. Looking at him now, knowing he's in a completely different state than me, those ugly insecurities are showing their faces.

I lean on my elbows resting on my lower thighs "Jared?" a pitiful voice that doesn't sound like mine questions.

He opens his eyes all the way and blinks at my tone "Yeah baby?"

I look at the empty bed next to mine. My sister and I are occupying Shelby's older brothers' room; I turned in early so I could have a private conversation with Jared without Lani laughing at me. Avoiding his eye contact, I finger the blue and white bedspread under my bare legs.

"Kim, what's wrong?" Jared's voice comes through the speakers of my laptop.

I look back at the screen to see him leaning in a bit closer, trying to decipher my hesitation, something Jared does a lot. His concerned face makes me want to appease his mind but I can't bring myself to tell him what's really on my mind. I debate on telling him what Shelby and I talked about earlier but decide not to, knowing he'll freak out and find a way to bring me home. Any chance I'm in danger at all and Jared grows a vagina and mothers me into going back… in that case, maybe I should tell him. Naw, that'd just piss my dad off.

I give him a little reassuring smile "Nothing, I just… I just really miss you." I say and peak at him through my eyelashes, hoping he buys it.

I can tell he does when his face relaxes "Me too, Kimmy. Don't worry, you'll be back where we can actually talk in person and I can touch you without hitting my fucking hand on the screen in no time."

That gets a real smile out of me. I love him. I really do, I love Jared Cameron. And I miss him, like really really miss him. Every part of me misses him. I have no idea why I've been so hot and bothered lately. Must be something in the water.

I shake my head "No, Jared, I really miss you." I declare in a husky voice, tucking my elbows into my sides to accentuate my cleavage. My boobs aren't exactly Pamela Anderson big but more of a Christina Aguilera before the plastic surgery- a little small but perky.

His eyes slide down to the place where my tank top met my chest and his eyes darkened "Do not tease me like that, Kimberly." He groans.

A slinky smile forms on my lips as I get up to lock the door to the bedroom. I am attempting to be bold here and dammit, I will not be interrupted.

I reposition my laptop so it's on the nightstand next to the bed and get settled into a sexy position on the comforter. Pushing my hair behind my shoulders, I run my pointer finger along the skin where my tank top sits on my chest. Jared is looking at me in lust and I notice his chest rising and falling rapidly. Point for Kim.

"W-what are you doing?"

I smile and flutter my eyelashes "Ever heard of webcam sex, Jared?" My hand snakes down the front of my shirt, down my side and rests on my hip.

I can almost hear him swallow as he shakes his head slowly. I slowly start to trace designs on my hip, still making eye contact with my sexy werewolf.

"Would you like to try it?" I ask again, desire in my voice. I know it won't feel the same as when Jared is inside me but at this point I don't really care, my underwear is so wet I could probably wring it out.

He nods quite vigorously and I have a small celebration in my head. Usually the tables are turned; I'm normally the one who just nods dumbly as Jared seduces me. It's nice to be in control for once.

A small giggle escapes my mouth as I continue my motions and feel myself getting wetter with each hand stroke. I'm not one of those girls who masturbate on a daily basis, in fact I never really even thought about touching myself until Jared came along. The separation anxiety must be really getting to me because I've never been this turned on without Jared touching me before.

I keep eye contact with Jared and slowly pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side of the bed. My nipples start to pucker as I feel my way down my cleavage and over the fabric of the bright green bra covering my breasts. I would've put on one of my sexier pieces had I thought I would be feeling myself up in front of my boyfriend.

A groan comes from Jared when I reach behind me to unhook my bra, the straps falling off my shoulders and my nipples puckering further with the sudden coolness. My body starts to get hot, my face feeling flush and my chest a little red. Its safe to say I turn myself on. Tilting my head back, I moan as my roaming fingers find the sensitive part of my breast.

"Touch yourself, Kim," Jared commands thickly, bringing my attention to his eyes again. I could just barely see his motions on his own private spots, long and slow strokes.

Slowly, I run my hand down my stomach and under my shorts. I discard the damp clothing and focus on my underwear, running my pointer finger over the mound that lay under it. Again, a moan escapes my mouth. In the back of my mind, I'm aware that I'm pretty much naked, sweaty and wetter than Forks in front of a webcam and pretty much acting like a sex craved whore in front of the love of my life.

Some sort of animalistic need surged through me as thoughts of Jared momentarily slipped my mind. I completely forgot he was there and focused on my sensitive body. A hand went to my right breast while my other played with the soaked material of my white and yellow striped panties. My hand paid extra attention to my hard nipple and I continued to rub myself. Soft moans and groans slipped through my clenched teeth and got more intense when I pulled the offending fabric off of my sticky body.

My eyes slam shut when my finger finds my sensitive bud and gently runs up and down my folds. I am distantly aware of my very hard boyfriend on my computer screen but the tightening knot in the pit of my stomach is too distracting. Fireworks go off in my brain when I slide a finger into my small hole, my body seeming to contract with every movement. Granted, my finger doesn't feel as good as Jared's, and definitely not as good as his dick but I'm a bit surprised at the amount of ecstasy my small finger is giving me. Loud moans fill the room when I release my breast to stick my other finger to my pulsing clit as my other one move in and out of my pussy.

Arching my back, I enter another finger and the coil in my stomach clenches and unclenches happily. I'm close; I can feel my impending orgasm like an extra limb. My body gets hotter, my hair sticking my neck and my wet juices pooling around my fingers. I add a bit of rotation to the finger on my little bud, pleasure pulsing through my veins. Fire erupted behind my eyelids when I added a third finger and tried to stay quiet as I bit the side of my pillow. My movements became fast and desperate, my hips thrusting against my fingers, my back the only thing still rested on the bed. My world exploded with pleasure and I fell back onto the bed, my body shaking with happiness. I let my breathing slow and my body cool before opening my eyes.

"Baby… That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," I hear a voice say to my right.

My eyes open and widen as humiliation turns my cheeks red. What the hell is wrong with me? How could I completely forget about Jared watching me? I have to admit, I'm alarmed I got off without Jared's help. We've had phone sex once or twice before when family came to town and I had to share a room with a cousin and he couldn't sneak into my room to take care of my, ahem, needs. But he had to talk dirty to me over the phone to get me wet enough to actually want to touch myself.

I blink at his gorgeous face "I'm so sorry J-Jared, I totally… I mean I-I don't even know-" Jesus Christ, I couldn't even talk.

He chuckles "Baby, calm down. That was… amazing. I've never seen you lose control like that before. It was…" He shakes his head, smiling "Wow."

He always knows how to cheer me up "Really? I don't know what came over me." His reassurings are helping, but I'm still really embarrassed. What else did I expect? I'm Kim.

He runs a hand through his hair "Yeah, I mean, I almost came when-" He cuts off suddenly, looking toward where his window is located, a scowl appearing on his relaxed face.

"I'm sorry, Kimmy, I have to go. That was the emergency signal. I'll call you in the morning, ok?" He says regretfully. Godammit Sam, I miss my boyfriend.

I sigh and fight tears of disappointment "Ok, I love you."

He smiles "I love you too, Baby. Goodnight."

XXX

I woke up with a start; a sadness so overwhelming it disrupted my dreams. Tears streamed down my face as I looked around, trying to gather my bearings. The pain coursing through my skull was realized when I shifted my head. I turn to the bed next to me to see my little sister sleeping soundly, her mouth wide open and a little trail a drool falling onto her pillow. I wanted to smile or laugh at the image, but I couldn't fight the sorrow that wracked my body.

Only when I sat up did I realize the dryness of my throat, how thirsty I was. Fighting my tears, I stumbled out of the room, quiet not to wake the entire house and into the kitchen. I caught my reflection in the window while I was filling up my glass and gasped. What I saw wasn't me; it was some sort of ghost. My usual dark skin was pale and my hazel eyes dead. My hair looked dried out and stringy, no, it was never voluminous or bouncy but it never looked this frail. The constant pounding in my head wasn't helping things, either. I must be getting sick.

Everything after me gulping down 5 cups of water is a little weird. I was on my way to bed when a soft noise caught my attention, someone was… singing? Stopping by Shelby's room, I press my ear against the door to listen but hear nothing. At this point, I'm almost positive I'm going crazy. But the soft singing is most definitely there. I'm a few steps from my door when I decide to investigate, there are a lot of qualities I don't have, but curiosity is not one of them. Did that even make sense?

My feet are suddenly moving on their own, and I have no control over my body whatsoever. It seems like I know exactly where the hypnotic noise is coming from, like I'm attuned to it or something. I find myself walking out the door and toward the beach Shelby and I occupied this morning. My eyes skim the water as the singing continues, only louder and more persistent while the pounding in my head intensifies.

I feel like I'm in a trance, as if the voice was piercing my soul and convincing my body to do things my head wasn't giving it permission to do. For example, I dive into the water, fully clothed I might add, and start swimming toward the dangerous cliffs. Only when I was completely under the tide did the pain in my head subside. I had to've been under the water for 15 minutes because the next thing I know I'm pushing myself onto a rock at the base of the steep cliff, right at the source of the singing.

I should be scared, I should be wondering what the fuck is going on or why I'm acting like this. But I can't think. I can't feel. All I can focus on is the beautiful voice and getting to the top of the cliffs. I'm guessing I followed the trail up the side of the cliffs because there is absolutely no way I climbed up that monstrous thing.

When I finally reached the top, I reveled at the feeling of the wind through my hair and the look of the ocean from this height. The singing got closer and I froze, reason starting to seep through my tired body. I looked around frantically, trying to figure out how to get down, the feeling like when one wakes up from a nightmare that feels real. But this is real.

And so is the hands that push me back into the warm Pacific.

Good Lord, that took forever for me to write! Now, the next chapters will be a little confusing because I'm going to be jumping around from past to present for a little while, but it will all come together. This story has been floating around in my head for a while so I should be updating a little faster since I know for sure where I'm going with it, but don't hold your breath. In the meantime, can you do me a favor? Review?