I've lived in Port Angeles, WA my entire life. It's my home, and I wouldn't choose anywhere else to live. Although I've lived here for 16 years, I've never actually left my city. I have never been to Tacoma, Forks, Seattle, La Push, or any other part of the state. I had never even had the desire to go anywhere. My parents had wanted to protect me from the outside world, seeing as most people would never be able to handle the symptoms that came with Bipolar Disorder. After the death of my Father when I was seven, my Mother and I chose to continue a life of solitude. She works from home as a Translator and Online Tutor. I have a Tutor who comes and home-schools me four of the seven days in the week. My Mother likes for me to do more than school work, so having a three-day weekend makes it easier for me to have the time for other hobbies. Although, those other hobbies don't involve much and I would have enough time for them either way.
Being a Friday, I'm expecting my Mom to come up to my room and let me know if we are going to the India Oven tonight. It's one of our favorite restaurants. Every Friday we go out to dinner at about six o'clock. It's been traditional since I was four years old. I was very energized and wanted badly to get out of the house so I decided I'd go and ask her. I grabbed a pair of tight, skinny green pants and a black t-shirt that said 'Kiss Me, I'm Irish' and threw the outfit on. Quickly shutting off the TV, I ran down the attic stairs and turned quickly into the hallway leading to the master bedroom. My Mother was sitting at her desk like usual. It was only about 5:40 so I knew she was about to enter her time into the little box for her work. That's how her pay is determined. I still don't really get it. My Mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And I'm not just saying that because she's my Mother. Her long, ebony hair flowed softly in waves down to her mid back. She was blessed with ivory white, perfectly clear skin. As she turned towards me she smiled and her grey eyes held a tender look. I look a lot like my Mom except for the eyes. Mine were a whitish blue with specks of gold—my Fathers eyes. "Hello dear, ready to go out?" She knew me too well. I didn't even have to nod before she turned her computer screen off. My Mother loves her work, but she loves getting out of the house almost as much as I do. "Addison, what do you say we pack a picnic basket up and go down to First Beach?" My Mother asked me. By the way she asked, I could guess that this was a place I'd never been before so I looked at her curiously and said: "Mom, where is First Beach?"
It was about a 20 minute drive from Port Angeles to La Push. My mood had gotten a little more somber since finding out we'd be leaving our city to come onto this reservation. But, I was in complete awe of the scenery around me. There were forests all around, no houses in sight. Mom had said that La Push was a small Indian Reservation so only members of the Quileute tribe lived here. I envied them, simply for the land that they lived on. I knew the place from stories my Father used to tell me. It had been one of his favorite places to go with my Mother before I was born. I knew all of the old folk legends that originated from this tribe. It was nice to go somewhere my Father loved. Suddenly there was a break in the trees leading us onto a rocky road. I could smell the water even though the window was closed. I knew that we would be there any minute. As we pulled onto the sandy beach, I stared out over the sea and into the sunset. The sun was about ¾ of the way down already. Mom parked the car and I quickly stepped out. I've never been to a beach before and it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world. I could see why Dad liked it here so much.
We walked a ways down close to the shoreline and set up our little blanket. The beach was empty except for us. That made it all the more breathtaking. I quickly pulled out the food and drinks while Mom grabbed our Styrofoam plates and cups. "Isn't it beautiful?" Mom asked with a smile on her face. "Yeah, I'd like to come down here more often I think. I understand now why Dad liked it so much." This could be one of my new hobbies I had decided. It felt right to be here, it felt like I was closer to my Dad. Mom had a sad smile on her face as we continued our meal in silence.
As we were finishing our sandwiches, I peeked over to the forest. Tonight was a low night for me, and I hadn't been very hungry. I wanted to relax more than anything. Going into the forest seemed like an interesting idea. The sun had set and the moon gave it an eerie glow. "Mom, can I go for a short walk in the woods? I promise not to get lost." I asked her softly so as not to disturb the night around us. "I suppose, but please be careful." She knew I had a good sense of direction. I stood up and dusted off my pant legs before walking into the darkness.
The forest got even darker as I walked into it. I had strong eyes though, so I could see through the blackness. It was peaceful being in such darkness, hearing the waves from the ocean crash behind me on the shore. I continued to walk forward on an unseen path. My path opened into a small field with two trees in the middle. One was broken and had fallen half over. I walked to the tree and carefully sat down. It wasn't more than a few miles from the beach so I could still hear the gentle waves in the background. I heard a soft noise to my left and quickly looked over. Nothing but the trees. 'Come on Addy, get a hold of yourself. Nothing is in here but you and some wild animals.' I scolded to myself. I stood carefully, peeking around me once more before starting my walk back to the beach. I wanted to be near my Mom, I could feel my anxiety level increasing. She would worry if I stayed out here too long anyways. Plus, we should be heading for home soon. First Beach was my new favorite place, and it was the only thing was on my mind. I knew I'd be coming back here.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jacob~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been two years since Bella Swan became Bella Cullen. Two years since the entire family disappeared from Forks, WA. But, it had only been one year and five months that I'd been home. After the battle with Victoria, and with the knowledge of Bella getting married and being turned into one of them, I had run…run far away. I had run as a wolf all the way from La Push to Regina. That's straight across the country and up into Canada. Sam had finally found me after a few months and with his help, I came back home. When I arrived it was hard, I missed Bella and I wanted to track that demon family down. But I knew that she wouldn't be Bella anymore...and that I would just make things worse.
I was walking down through the forest near First Beach, remembering the past…lost in my head. My pack had accepted me back without judgment; they knew how hard it had been for me. 'Seeing as they could read my mind.' I thought sulkily to myself. I was still second in command. Even though the Cullen's had left, we still patrolled our lands every night. After all, we had an oath to protect it. I stopped quickly. There was a sweet scent in the air. Walking over to a break in the trees I saw a young girl sit down on a fallen tree. Before I could actually look at her, my foot hit a twig and she quickly looked to where I was hidden. Thinking quickly, I ducked down into the brush. I hoped she didn't see me. I don't feel like talking to a stranger right now. I looked back up again and caught sight of the moonlight directly settled on the girl. My heart stopped short, my breath hitched in my throat, and I felt an overwhelming sense of longing. 'No, this can't be happening!" I thought angrily to myself. She was beautiful, with long, dark ebony hair that held in thick waves down to her lower back. The moonlight made her skin look almost translucent and I was briefly reminded of the Cullens. Her nose was small and dainty, very cute. And her lips looked luscious and pink even from the side. She had a slight dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. There was no doubt in my mind that this beautiful creature was my soulmate. But, she looked young. While admiring the girl she suddenly stood and I ducked behind the tree, now trying to calm my racing heart. As she left the small clearing, I stripped out of my shorts and turned. All I could feel was anger, anger that I had been wrong in my love for Bella, anger in myself for letting this happen, and angry at this beautiful stranger for showing up in my life. I felt some happiness knowing that this girl would be mine, but it didn't even match up to the anger. As I turned and ran towards home, I heard Sam's thoughts coming to me and the rest of the pack. 'Jake has imprinted. Meet at my house tomorrow morning for a pack meeting.' My anger increased tenfold. Now, we would decide how I could find her again, get to know her, and show her that we were meant to be together. I really hate this kind of shit. Can't I ever just wallow in my self pity! No, of course not. Continue my fast pace, only one thought crossed my head: This is the last thing I need!