So, I posted this story a few months ago. I took it down and with much reconsideration and revising. It's up again, yay! This is just the intro to our little tale of ghosts and time travel. Chapter one will be up next week. Let's see if you all can figure out who's going to enter the realm of their deepest darkest nightmare first. Mwahahahaaa! Well, I hope you all enjoy! Reviews are love! Thank you!
"We must thank you once again for having us, Billy." Carlisle offers his hand to Mr. Black as they both make their way to the shores of La Push beach.
Billy smiles and takes Carlisle's hand briefly before allowing his own hand drop to his side. "It's our pleasure Carlisle. If you all are going to be part of the family someday, you should hear the stories of our people."
"I could be home." Rosalie mumbles so quietly under her breath, nevertheless, earning a look from each and everyone of her family members.
Esme's look burns the most, though. "Rose." she warns. It's just one word, one name. But in that word, Esme has the power to say a million things; be quiet, be respectful, watch your mouth, you're in trouble, apologize now.
Rosalie rolls her eyes. "Sorry."
Edward laughs. This time he's the one who earns a glare.
"Daddy, what are you laughing at?" Reneesme asks from atop Jacob's shoulders.
Edward tries to cover his mouth. To keep himself calm. But he fails. "Nothing." he says, though he knows the truth is that he finds it hilarious that Rosalie is still scolded like a child.
Rosalie knows this too, and shoots him a look that could kill.
Edward glances down at Bella who had seen the look as well and was now stifling a fit of giggles herself.
"Edward." this time it's Carlisle who's doing the reprimanding, but nonetheless Edward cannot contain himself. And just as he thinks he's going to fall over and laugh himself to death, a sense of calmness and serenity overcomes him.
Edward clears his throat. "Thank you Jasper."
Jasper wordlessly nods. He cautiously continues walking on the sand. The sun is slowly fading setting the sky on fire. He closes his eyes and breathes it in; peace, serenity, happiness.
"Jasper?" a voice that still brings a smile to his face and warmth to his heart speaks.
"Yes, Alice?" he asks.
"Are you alright?" a worried expression crosses her face.
Jasper furrows his eyebrows. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Alice simply shrugs. "I-I just had a feeling you weren't."
Jasper bites his lip, but before he can respond, a football flies toward his head.
"Wake up sleeping beauty!" Emmett roars, seeming to the whole ordeal hilarious. Paul, who is standing right next to him, can't stop laughing either.
"Those two," Embry shakes his head, "they have such a lovely bromance."
This time, not even Carlisle and Esme can help laughing. Rosalie too is clutching her stomach and has practically fallen on the ground.
"Gather 'round everyone!" Billy calls. Leah, Emily, Sam, Seth, Quill, Collin, Brady, Jared, Kim, are already seated on wooden logs around a roaring fire.
Bella smiles. She knows her human memories are failing her, but she remembers a night like this not too long ago. And, she smiles.
Once everyone is seated, food and drinks are passed around, jokes are told, memories are shared.
Below all the noise and chatter, Paul turns to Emmett. "Here, try this." he hands him a hot dog. Emmett takes it and turns it over in his hands.
"What is it?" Emmett whispers because he knows he's not supposed to be eating human food.
Paul rolls his eyes. "It's a hot dog!" he says as if it's the most obvious thin in the world.
"Oh," Emmett says, "I knew that. What does it taste like?"
"It tastes like a hot dog! I dunno! Just try it!"
Emmett shrugs his shoulders and raises it to his mouth. But, just before he can taste it…
"EMMETT CULLEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Emmett screws his eyes shut. "Oh shit."
"Busted." Paul laughs as if he knew all along it was going to happen.
Rosalie takes the hot dog from Emmett's hand and throws it behind her.
"Don't do that again!" she scolds.
"Sorry." Emmett apologizes, but his words are drowned out by the group's laughter.
"Alright, alright. Let's all settle down." Billy raises his hands to get everyone's attention. "Carlisle, I know you're a follower of God. As we call it."
Carlisle nods.
"We Quileutes believe in many Gods. One being the god of resurrection. We believe that when we die, we are reborn again. The same soul into a new body. It's a fresh start, a chance to live life over again." Billy gestures toward the fire and it moves almost at his command.
Jasper clutches his head for a second, just a second. But, Alice grabs his hand. "Are you alright?" she whispers to him.
Jasper's head is reeling, spinning in and out of consciousness. "I'm fine." he says nonetheless.
Billy continues. The fire is at his total command now, at mercy to him as he sways his hands back and fourth. The tribe is listening intently. "Some people say that if you concentrate hard enough, you can see the bodies that you have called home. You can see yourself as you were before you died. You can see your past lives."
Jasper's head is reeling. He clutches it tightly as if at any moment, it could fall right off his body. As the energy builds, it becomes worse and worse.
"We call upon our god to come before us." Billy beckons to the fire.
The pain in Jasper's head is almost unbearable now. He can't think straight, or see straight, he's not even totally sure where he is. All he knows is that his head is killing him.
"Jasper?"
It's the last thing he hears before his senses fail him.
I hope you enjoyed the intro to this little tale! Chapter one will be up next week! Will it be Jasper's? GASP! It's a mystery! Hint: Yes, it's Jaspers. Reviews are love, thank you all!