Prologue- Like Bella, Only Not
The woman in the center of the village was, in no uncertain terms, both magnificent and terrifying. It was hard for Alana, the third wife of the great chieftain, not to look upon her and tremble. She, unlike her husband, had no special powers. She could not shape shift, nor could she fight with such speed and swiftness. But, the woman in the center of the village was drawn to the scent of human blood, and human blood was what ran in her veins.
Without a word, the third wife took up the knife of her fallen son.
She gave a yell of courage and acknowledgement before plunging the blade deep into her body.
Ilea woke with a start, and her father turned toward her abruptly. She gave him a reassuring smile, tucked her jet black hair behind her ears, and leaned back against the camper door.
Starting over had never been easy for her. She'd spent most of her life starting over, following her dad from broken down reservation to broken down reservation. Now, she was following him to a Quileute reservation in the rainiest county in America. Her anger at being uprooted because of another of her father's failed love-affairs had remained, as usual, hidden. She had said good-bye to the few friends she had on the Florida rez, packed up her bags, and jumped in her father's camper.
The only difference between this move and all the others was that her father wasn't following some "Indian whore of a broad" to this rez. He was actually moving into the lot beside a friend's house, on recommendation from said friend. Unfortunately, Ilea knew that said friend had a son, and said son was heartbroken over some "white bitch" that was in love with some "white bastard".
Her father was a racist fuck, too.
"We're here."
For once, Ilea didn't look at the reservation and think My god, what a dinky little place. Instead, she looked and saw some semblance of an Indian tribe. And, as her father pulled the giant camper in beside a ramshackle house, she saw a bonus. Hey, hot, shirtless guys.
"You wanna… go take a look around?"
Ilea thought about it for a moment. Spend some time with dad in the camper I've been in for two weeks… or go explore my new "home."
"I think I'll see what there is to see."
Jacob Black watched as the "new girl" jumped out of the camper. Ilea Robin. That's her name, he thought. She was pretty, with long black hair pulled most of the way back, only a few strands falling from the loose bun she had it in. She was wearing long jeans and a black tank-top, seemingly unaware of the cold around her. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes, despite the lack of need for them. She let out a sigh as she glanced around, and Jake got the sense that it wasn't her first move, and that she believed it probably wouldn't be her last.
She kicked some rocks around before picking a direction, shoving her hands in her pockets, and heading away from the camper.
On any other day, Jake would have stayed seated on the porch where he was, thinking about Bella and the heart-break he felt when he thought about her and— He who Jake refused to think of by name. Instead, for some unknown reason, Jake pushed himself off the porch and started off in the same direction as the new girl.
"Jacob? Where are you going?" Billy asked.
"For a walk."
"Being neighborly?"
"I was thinking about it."
As his father's friend—Micheal Robin, I think—stepped out of the dilapidated camper and headed toward the equally used house, Jake turned away from his past and faced his destiny.
Ok, so maybe it's totally cliché. I don't care, because this is my spin on it. If you don't like it, go read someone else's spin on it. Now, for those of you who do like it, I can't say with any degree of certainty whether or not this will be updated regularly. I can't even tell you where this is going.
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