Author's Note
I've had this story playing around in my head for quite a while and I thought I'd see if you all would enjoy it. If you like it and want me to keep writing it, review, if you are uninterested, don't review. It's as simple as that. If I get enough of a response, I'll keep writing the story.
Prologue
The sun was setting on the beach, reminding her of a simpler time. A time when she knew who she was and what she lived for. A time when her life had one purpose. For the first time in more than a decade she thought of her last bonfire on First Beach. She remembered the bittersweet feeling of belonging to something bigger than herself. She remembered why she had to leave all of it. She wasn't sure whether she regretted her decision or not. Some days were better than others. She was never one to complain. As she watched the sunrise, a warm breeze played with her hair. She was brought out of her nostalgic moment as she heard a voice call, "Mom!" She turned her head instinctually and smiled. She was no longer on First Beach and hadn't been in many years. Instead, she was on Manhattan Beach on Santa Monica Bay in Los Angeles. She loved it here. Her life was complicated, sure, but she was the only one who knew of its complexities. Therefore, she was happier. It was 50 degrees warmer here on any given day than in Forks, Washington and hardly ever rained. Even the personalities around Los Angeles were sunnier than those found in Forks. Her favorite parts of Los Angeles though were standing on this beach too, enjoying their 15th birthday. Her twin sons, Alexandre and Aiden.
"Mom!" She heard Alexandre, nicknamed Xander, call for the second time. He was trotting towards her wearing just his swim trunks, his hair ruffled after having been wet and then dried in the California sun. He looked every bit the surfer boy but reminded her more and more everyday of his father. "Mom, what are you doing over here moping? We're about to cut the cake. You won't get a piece if you don't get over there quick!" He held out his hand to her and helped her stand. She thanked him with a smile and brushed off the butt of her jeans. She had been sitting on a rather large piece of driftwood and was sure that her butt was now covered in sand, dirt, etc.
"You go ahead Xan, I'll catch up in a minute. Save me a slice." She said giving his hand a squeeze and releasing him. He gave her a cheeky grin and raced off back towards the large group of people a few yards down the beach. A medium sized bonfire had been started a few hours prior and was just now starting to get big. A few people were cooking hotdogs and some were roasting marshmallows. She took a deep breath and headed towards the group. She shook off the memories of her past and told herself to concentrate of the future. It was a bright one. Her sons were both successful. Alexandre was kind hearted, athletic and was looking forward to getting a full-ride scholarship to the college of his choice because of his baseball talent. Aiden was shyer than his brother, but beyond intelligent and logical to the extreme. He had also been offered scholarships to several of the top schools in the nation. She was proud of them both and even proud of herself for raising them alone. The twins had never met their father but that never set them back. They had both asked about him many times over the years, but she never could bring up the courage to tell them the story. It was too difficult for her, and obviously, it hadn't mattered. Their father didn't know about them and they didn't know about their father. It was a good balance and one that she was not going to tip. She had no intention of telling the boys about her past. She knew that they wouldn't respond well. In fact, the boys did not know a single member of their own family outside of her. A few years ago, when the boys turned 12, she had called her mother. This was the first time she had talked to her mother since she left Forks. She had told her mother to keep the boys a secret not only from their father but also from the rest of the town. After several hours of urging, she finally agreed to write a letter to the twins explaining everything. She put this letter with her will and left instructions to only allow it to be opened by the boys upon her death.
After several more minutes of brooding, she took her son's advice and stopped moping. She put on a forced grin and walked towards the ever-growing bonfire. As she approached, the twins turned to look at her and waved her over to where they were handing out pieces of their cake. At their grins, her smile became real and she knew everything was going to be alright.
She should have known: nothing in the life of Leah Clearwater was ever 'alright'.
Author's Note:
So were you expecting Leah? Who's the father? Will the twins ever find out that their half (or maybe full) werewolf? What happens next? Give me your thoughts and reactions! Remember, if I don't get many reviews, I'm not going to continue this story! Thanks so much for reading.