This is another attempt at creating a Twilight story, but I have more faith in this one working out. My skills and determination to finish a story is stronger these days. I'll also be writing up a Pokemon story as well and the both of them I already have an idea of there it's going. This story already has several chapters written for it, I'll just be using them as a buffer and trying to post at least once ever week.

For the Disclaimer, I only own my characters and ideas that aren't the original story's and all characters of the Twilight Saga belong to Stephanie Meyer.

The soft meows of my cat woke me up that morning. No doubt because he needed food, I'm sure. But this wasn't something I could give him at the moment. "You ate last night, I can't give you anymore. Not until we get to the new house." I told him, gathering him up in my arms and sitting up in the hotel bed. I was on a journey, though I wasn't quite sure that I was doing.

I had picked a place on the map and set out for it, following my heart. After making a few calls, I'd landed a job as a Vet Tech within one of the veterinarians around here, transferring from Louisiana to little Forks Washington.

"We have five more hours until we get there, and then you can eat to your heart's content." I promised, straddling the large black cat so I could force a tranquilizer pill into his mouth. I held on until I was sure he had swallowed it. He hated rides, not as much as he used to, but I preferred to have a little help in calming the poor ol' fella. He was somewhere between seven to ten years old, at least that's what the doctor's said. Having been outside most of his life and being a stray when he found me there really was no telling how old he was.

After gathering my things and packing them into the car, I put Bagheera's kennel in the front seat and I pointed my little Toyota creole northeasward and drove down the highway.

Every now and then I'd stop and pull out my camera to get a particular picture I thought would look nice. I had a photographer's eye and I was taking as much time as I saw fit to drive across the country. It's not exactly something I do all the time, despite my traveling habits.

By the time I drove through Forks I was exhausted. My drugged up cat was snoozing and I was desperate to get to my new home. I passed through Main Street quickly enough and I followed the streets farther out of town. My home was nestled between LaPush and Forks. It was in a neighborhood, but the neighbors were a mile in-between each other. My home was a quaint little home, small and built of bricks. There was a carport I planned to screen in and create a little outside sanctuary for my cat and a basement that held a medium sized room.

I parked beside the carport and immediately started to unload the important things first, Bagheera being among them. Before carrying him in, I peeked into his kennel and saw his wide eyes staring back at me. I grinned widely at him.

"It will be fine, you'll see!"

This was the first time I'd really live on my own. At the age of twenty-three, I'd packed up my belongings and took the long drive here. I'd worked hard to save my money and take my classes, though most of my General Ed I was still taking online. I planned to transfer to a nearby college eventually, even if it was a community college. It was cheaper than a university, after all.

Later that day I sat in the middle of the bare living room with my belongings surrounding me. I didn't have much boxes, but I crammed as much as I could in plastic bags and luggage bags. I didn't have any furniture, except for a lamp or two that made the drive, and I was okay with that. This was an adventure, this was the true starting fresh.

Opening Bagheer's kennel, I looked down at him with a grin. "Let's check out the house!

I had seen pictures of the home, but it was nothing compared to the real thing. It was a small house, not particularly too big, and most of it had wood floors. There was tile in the kitchen, dining area, and bathroom but that was about it. Inspecting the floors a little closer I found the wood wasn't at all real, but that was okay. I was in this for the long haul, this would be my new home for quite a while and I planned to fix it up the way I wanted.

There were four rooms, one of which I assumed was the master bedroom but to be honest it wasn't really bigger than the other two. Two of the rooms were to the right down the hall and the other was to the left on the same side as the bathroom. I opened the door at the end of the hall to find a large closet. Turning around, I passed the "Master Bedroom" to another door. I opened it and it revealed stairs down to the fourth room, a medium sized basement with wood flooring. Climbing out of the basement I closed the door behind me and walked back down the hall to where the kitchen and living room met the hallway. I was pleased to see there was a door that separated the rest of the house from the kitchen and dining area, with the laundry room on that side of the house as well. And even a door to separate the living room from the rest of the house too. Yes, this would work nicely.

It may be a tad too big for just me and my cat, but I wanted to make sure I had plenty of room for when friends visited or when family stopped by. And besides, I'd hopefully have a dog soon too, so there would be the three of us!

"What do you think, Boogie?" I asked the cat who was still sniffing around the living room, not even making it to the hall yet. "Think it's livable?" I teased before taking out my phone and letting both sets of parents and best friend know I'd arrived safely.

After I cleaned out the spider webs, placed blankets into the room beside the bathroom, and put my appliances in their new home in the kitchen, I observed the empty spaces in the cabinets and fridge and decided that I was very much out of food. I only had snack food I'd brought along and I was sick of both snacks and fast food, I wanted a home cooked meal.

I shut Bagheera out of the living room, walked out the front door that happened to be in the living room, and hopped into my car. I pointed my car to lead me out of the rural neighborhood and towards La Push, as it was actually a little closer than Forks was. Well, that and I really wanted to take a look at the reserve. I planned to be taking a lot of hikes through here and I knew someone that had a horse park I could come by and ride one of their horses out on the trails. I'd once interned over there, part of my reason why I grew to love it around here so much.

It'd been a few years now, I'd interned at Peachwood Stables as soon as I got out of high school for a good year before I came back and began to figure out my path in the world. I made note to visit them tomorrow, the sooner the better. I'd start work in three days on the following Monday.

The sun was setting as I walked into the store, but then again it was a cloudy day so it was darker than say if the sun was setting in my old town in Louisiana. I paced around the store, trying to remember the layout when I spied a familiar face. He was tall, but then again most people were taller than my five foot three feet, with blonde hair and clear blue eyes. Ironically going with the last name Clearwater. He had tanned skin and the bone structure of the Natives around here, but his features showed that he wasn't just pure Native American. He wore his usual boots, jeans, and button up shirt combination, like many of the men from here. Unlike the men of the Native American tribes, he had cut his hair short and as far as I could remember he always kept it like that.

"Troy, is that you?" I questioned, peering around a stand in the aisle.

"Mm?" His head jerked up and he stared at me in astonishment. "I-Iris? Is that you?"

I giggled at his shocked face, mouth agape in surprised. I strolled down the aisle until I was closer and removed my hands from the cart to place them into my back pockets. A pleasant smile was upon my face, but internally I was thrilled to see my old friend.

"It's been so long!" He said, coming around to envelope me into a hug to which I readily accepted. In all honesty, he was sexy but he was also very much off limits. If I remembered correctly, last I was here he was involved with someone, if that's what you would call it anyways. I remember someone once describing the relationship as fuck buddies. According to social media, they have now been an official item for a good couple of years and I was happy to hear that. Truly, I am! Though I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I wished I could have developed a relationship with him, beyond just friendship.

"What are you doing here?" He inquired with a look of curiousity.

I glanced around with a worried look on my face, as if doubting his sanity, "Well, I'm shopping of course!" My grin proved that I was just messing with him. I received a laugh in return.

"Well, no, not here in the store. I mean here." He gestured with his hands, implying the whole place in general.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just messin' with you." I laughed. "I moved here, bought a house a while back ago and I just got in today."

"Oh wow! You must be exhausted."

"You have no idea." I sighed, hunching my shoulders so I could lean into the cart that I'd grabbed with my hand at some point. "I was just gathering a few things for dinner tonight and then tomorrow I was going to head to Peachwood to say hello."

"That's a great plan." He agreed. "We'd all be happy to see you again and I know there's a certain horse who would be thrilled to see you as well."

I grinned, thinking of the shy little red Peruvian gelding I'd gentled. Thinking of him reminded me of one of my favorites, a large warmblood dressage horse. "Is Finn still there?" I asked. He had been beyond my level of experience, but I loved spoiling him. He was much too big for me to groom and Troy usually had to step in and do it for me.

"Nah, he went home a couple years ago."

"Did he ever stop spooking at his own shadow?" I snorted, remembering how much the giant beast spooked at everything.

"It took a while, but he's doing ten times better than he had when he arrived."

We went into more detail about all the horses that passed through as we shopped. He helped me with my groceries, even taking up pushing the cart despite my protests. We each paid for our groceries and he helped unload mine into my car. Soon we were saying goodbye and I was headed to my new home.

The following day I said my hellos to the Clearwaters and their horses and picked up some screens to work on the carport. I worked on it for most of the day and by nightfall I still wasn't done. It was going to take a while, probably a few weeks before it was finished. Especially since I would have even less time once I was working.

Later I made myself dinner and afterwards grabbed hot chocolate. I took it and a blanket so I could sit out on the front porch. I hooked Bagheera up in his harness and leash and let him sit next with me as I relaxed against the wall of the house.

That's when I heard them.

They were beautiful, if a little eerie. They were close, or so it seemed anyways. There had to be multiple wolves in the forest but I couldn't really tell with it echoing. Briefly I wondered if there was a sanctuary nearby and wondered if I had heard them years ago when I had interned.

Now that I thought about it, there was quite a bit going on in Washington while I was here, at least a lot of killings before I had left. Shivering, I clutched my blanket closer to myself.Since then I haven't heard anything in the news about the killings, but it went on for a while. I'd forgotten about it when I moved on with my life, but being back made me wonder if I should be investing in that dog now. Nothing made me feel more protected then a fierce hound and a gun.

And that's where this chapter ends. I hope it wasn't too dull, as I know first chapters can be. Her meeting with her old friend was something that just popped up and demanded to be put in. I've had a few scenes I wasn't really planning to put in but went along with anyways. It's weird how it turns out like that lol.