Kwoli and Wisatsu'upat
Kwoli = Quileute for "wolf"
Wisatsu'upat = Quileute for "woman"
Disclaimer:
The following Story is a work of fiction based partially on the characters and story from Stephenie Meyer's Twilight saga.
Also, I am not Native American, nor do I mean any offense in attempting to bring some of their language and culture into this story.
Chapter 1: Catching Up
Morgan's POV
My parents had died when I was twelve years old. Well, not just died. They were brutally murdered. And I was there.
We had lived in Bremerton, Washington for most of my life. My dad, Mark Johnson, had joined the Navy right out of high school. It was how he met my mom, Samantha. They were married, traveled around for a few years, even had me. It was when I turned five, and was getting ready to start school, that my Dad decided to retire from the Navy. Of course, he couldn't stay too far away from it, or the sea. So he took a desk job at the Naval base in Bremerton. My Mom became an elementary school art teacher, to give her something to do during the day. And we were happy. I was happy.
It happened on a night that had felt like any other night. We were watching a movie. Or rather, my mom was watching a movie, while my dad and I had a "stealth" popcorn war. Then we heard some strange noises outside our home. Almost like yelling, mixed in with strange snarls.
Because we lived on the edge of town, right next to a forested area, we weren't used to hearing so much commotion. My dad went out to see what was going on, while my mom started calling the police. She kept calm on the outside, but I knew enough to know that she was scared.
They had me listen to the recording of the call that was made a few days later, to see if I could identify any of the noises.
"Hello, this is the Bremerton Police Department, how may I help you?"
"Hi, yes. This is Samantha Johnson. We're hearing some strange noises outside our house that we wanted to report. We're not sure if it's an emergen-"
"Samantha! Get Morgan downstairs, now!"
"MARK!"
The phone was dropped. My mom had pushed me towards the basement stairs, and we had turned around to see a strange, human shape leap towards my dad. I heard a strange snap, a guttural snarl, and then ecstatic moans coming from the strange creature.
She once again pushed me down the stairs, picked up a frying pan from the kitchen sink, and rushed at the creature. But another creature had leapt into the room, and just as quickly, she was dead.
I don't know why I didn't scream. Maybe it was because I felt it was all just a strange dream, that would be over as soon as I opened my eyes.
"What do you think you are doing?!" a velvety voice floated from the open door. I crouched down lower behind the kitchen counter, peeking out around the side. A woman walked into the room. She had curly red hair that seemed to explode around her head like a wildfire. Yet her voice was sickeningly sweet; it reminded me of the voices of the popular girls at school.
"Get moving. We don't have much time." And with her command, the creatures were gone.
The woman stood there for a moment, looking down at the bodies of my parents with a slight sneer on her face. She saw the phone on the ground and crushed it with her foot. Then she paused, and looked at me.
Any noise, any movement at all was held captivated by her eyes. They were red. The color of blood. The color of my parent's blood, which was now staining the floor.
The rest is lost to me. I don't remember when she left, or when the police arrived. I don't remember the hospital, the questioning by the police, or when my aunt and uncle arrived to help the next day. The next thing I remember is standing at my parent's grave, holding two roses in my hands. I remember looking down at their bright red color, and remembering the eyes of the woman. That was when I was finally able to scream, finally able to cry.
Seth's POV
It always seemed that so much of my life had happened so fast, and when I was so young. My father died when I was only fifteen years old. And shortly after that, I had transformed into a wolf for the first time. Being a wolf brought a lot of excitement and fun. It made me a part of a pack, so that I felt like I belonged somewhere. It also introduced me to the Cullen family. Despite the fact that they were vampires, our mortal enemies, I like them.
However, being a werewolf brought a lot of danger. First, there was the attack by the newborn vampires. That was the moment I really proved myself to the pack, when I took down the one vampire named Riley. Then there was the incident with Renesmee, and the Volturi. Even though we didn't really have to fight, there was a while when we were sure we would have to.
So my life had been pretty exciting for a few years. But then, by the time I was about seventeen, it was all over. No more life-or-death fighting. No more uncertainty if I was going to leave my mom and sister alone. It was nice. It was also terribly boring.
My mom had made me stay in school through all of this. She also signed me up for some sort of Pen Pal thing. It was some sort of national program that connected kids who had lost one or both of their parents. I had been convinced that it would be pretty lame, especially since I wouldn't be able to talk about any of the cool stuff that had been going on at the time. But my mom was convinced it would help me, so I did it.
The program had paired me up with a girl named Morgan. Both of her parents had died, and so she was living with her aunt and uncle down in St. George, Utah. She was only thirteen when we started writing each other, while I was already sixteen. But she was funny to talk to. And my mom was right, it was helpful.
We talked about everything. I told her about my "pack" – my group of friends that were like family to me. She told me about babysitting all of her younger cousins, and how the age-gap made her wish she had more people her own age at home. I told her about my bratty sister, and how hard it was to see her miss her ex-boyfriend. She told me about her ridiculously awkward first kiss, and how she refused to count it as her first kiss at all. I told her about how my mom would sometimes start crying when she looked at me. She told me that her aunt looked so much like her mom, she sometimes almost forgot what had happened.
I told her that my dad had died of a heart attack.
She told me that she hated the color red.
Morgan never told me what had happened to her parents, and I didn't pry.
However, as all things fade with time, our letters became fewer and far-between. And as the vampire excitement had dwindled into nothing, I knew that I needed to find something else to do with my time.
The Cullens set up a wolf-pack bank account. I never knew how much was in there, but it was more than enough for all of us in the pack to live comfortably without having to worry about anything. Emmett liked to quip that they needed to keep their puppies fed, but I knew they all genuinely cared about us.
I managed to graduate high school, and I decided to try and get some college under my belt as well. I found a community college, and got my associates degree in business. Then I started working for the Quileute council, helping to keep the culture of our people alive. It was all volunteer work, since my need for money was taken care of by the Cullens.
Jacob had decided that he didn't want to leave La Push just yet, though he knew that he would have to eventually, before people began to question his lack of aging. Renesmee obviously stayed around too, which mean that Edward and Bella had stuck around. Edward had somehow convinced the local hospital that he had completed medical school very quickly, and became a part-time doctor there. Bella mostly stayed at home, since she was still working on the whole bloodlust thing.
The rest of the Cullens had flitted in and out of Forks. Alice and Jasper left for a year, then came back so that Alice could open her own beauty salon. Rosalie and Emmett had been gone for a few years now, currently enjoying some alone time in Russia. Carlisle and Esme also traveled a bit, but preferred to stay at home with their children. Carlisle simply claimed that he had retired, so that people wouldn't question why he was no longer working.
Renesmee had grown up ridiculously fast. By the time I was twenty-two, she looked and felt like a nineteen-year-old; the oldest she was going to become. Since no one in the town had known about Bella's mystery baby, Renesmee was claiming to be Bella's younger half-sister. Charlie was the only one who really slipped up about this, as he was quite pleased to have his granddaughter around so often.
Though we had the money to buy a dozen houses, a bunch of Jacob's pack decided to move in together. It was me, Jacob, Quil, and Embry, all under one roof. Renesmee came over quite often, but because her parents were not quite ready for her and Jacob to get married, she wasn't allowed to technically live with us. Even though we had an extra room.
Life was settling into a comfortable routine when I got another letter from Morgan.
Dear Seth,
I know it's been a while since I last wrote to you, which I'm sorry about. Though for the record, you haven't been sending me letter after letter, desperately trying to get me to write back! Anywho, I'm turning 18 soon, and since I want to get out of the heat of St. George, I want to move back to Washington.
So… do you know of anyone looking for a roommate? Preferably with cheap rent? I also want to finally hear all of these super cool Quileute legends you keep mentioning in your letters.
Help a girl out? I promise to make you my super famous brownies if you do!
Hope to hear from you soon!
Morgan
I meandered into the living room, where Jacob and Renesmee were reading. Well, Renesmee was reading.
"Gross, guys! Get a room, would you?"
Jake just seamlessly threw a pillow at me, not even breaking his concentration. Renesmee laughed, and pushed Jacob off of her.
"What do you want, Seth?" Jacob scowled at me.
"Is there any way we could let an old friend of mine move into our open room?" I gave him my biggest smile.
"Sure. Whatever." Jacob waved his hand at me, and then tried to get Renesmee back on his lap. She stood up instead.
"Who is he? Have I met him before?" Renesmee loved meeting new people, whether they were human or … other.
"She is an old pen-pal I had when I was younger. And she's looking for a cheap place to live in up here in Washington. I figured we wouldn't need to have her pay rent. Besides, I've never actually met her."
Renesmee started to grin when she heard the "she" part.
"Of course she can move in!" Renesmee squealed. The only thing Renesmee loved more than meeting other people, was meeting other girls.
"We'll have to make sure the room is cleaned-up and ready for her! And she'll have to have her own bathroom." Suddenly she turned on me, fire in her eyes. "You boys will have to behave while she's here."
"Does that mean I have to wear a shirt all the time?" Quil walked into the room, and made a point of taking off his shirt right there and then.
"And pants," Renesmee emphasized.
"Dang it." Embry walked in, also without a shirt, and his mouth full of food.
"Dude, is that my sandwich?" Quil tackled Embry, trying to get the food out of Embry's hands. And with that, the issue of shirts was forgotten.
Dear Morgan,
Clearly you didn't receive the many letters I sent via carrier pigeon. Although, now that I think of it, I guess they were just regular pigeons. Oh well.
There's actually a room available at my place, completely rent free! You've certainly earned it, putting up with writing me for all of these years. And Jacob, one of my roommates, is the son of the expert on all thing Quileute legends.
So, what do you say? Want to finally meet the mystery man you've been writing to for all of these years?
Seth
It wasn't five minutes later that I heard a ding from my computer, telling me I had gotten a reply.
Are you kidding me?! Yes!
I will be there next week!
So, what do you guys think?
For quick clarification, when this story is going on, Morgan is 18, and Seth is 22. It's set about seven years after Seth first transformed, so about four years after Breaking Dawn. I know not everything might be absolutely perfect chronologically, but I'm taking creative license on this one. ;D
Sorry it's a bit of a filler-chapter. I figured I needed to get everyone up to speed on where we were with everyone. I promise that we'll get some more excitement with the next chapter!
