Heyy!
Yes, I know, right now is probably not the time to be updating a new story-since I have four other stories I REALLY should be updating, homework to do, snow to shovel-but I thought this was a really good idea and I think this could become a really good story if I give it enough attention. But, anywhoo, new story. Um, I think this is my fifth. Wow, that's a lot of stories if you really think about it. o.o
But, anyways, I LOVE Leah Clearwater (as mean and shrewd as she kinda is), and I came up with a really cool idea for an imprint story with her and an OC, so I guess, here it is!
Um, yaaa. That's about it.
Oh, wait, five-ish more things!
First, Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone but my OC's.
Second, WARNING: This story has too many swears and uncomfortable subjects, so, unlike my other stories, this story is going to be rated M. Third, I AM NOT MALE, so writing in the male point of view, and having a male personality, is something COMPLETELY new for me, so I'd really love it if you guys didn't review saying that he sounds like a girl. I'll try my best, but I'm not the greatest at trying to be a guy. Actually tried it once. I failed miserably. But, still, hope you guys enjoy the story even though my male point of view won't be very good.
Number four, reviews make me EXTREMELY HAPPY and make me write faster. So, if you guys could, I'd love it if you would review!
And lastly, sorta, I have four other stories that'd I'd love for you guys to check out when you are done reading this first chapter! It would really make me happy, and I will love you forever if you do.
Onward now since I'm done rambling and you are all probably wanting to just read the chapter!
Playlist For Chapter:
All American Nightmare - Hinder
Who Let The Dogs Out? - Bahamen
Living Dead Girl - Rob Zombie
The air was cold, frigid, and my arms prickled with goose bumps as another gale of wind blew into the car, blowing against my face. It was unseaonably cold for this time of year, but I guess I should have rolled the window up. I rested my chin on the frame of the window, looking up into the obsidian black sky, stars dotting like white pinpricks of light, and the full moon shimmered like a clean, ivory dinner plate, reflecting light off of the navy-gray waves that rolled into the shore we were driving along, the gravel crunching under the tires of my father's deep, green Jeep. The trees swayed, looking like enchanted shadows playing around the water, acting like some sort of brim for the crescent-shaped, rocky and sandy beach.
I slowly looked to my right, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see my youngest sister, at the age of eight, Anna, sleeping serenely, her head against the glass of her window, her inky black hair falling into her face, obscuring her face from view. Beside me, leaning on me slightly, was my younger sister Elizabeth, shuddering delicately from her nightmare. Though her face was contorted into something straight out of her ten year old dream, she seemed tough . . . and very lithe, even though she wasn't chasing after me with a frying pan. I had to stifle my laughter. I looked at her once more, shook my head, and went back to staring out the window, my eyes locked on the moon above.
It was strange to be sitting beside a ten year old and an eight year old, when I, in fact, was eighteen. I felt like I was . . . out of place to be there at that second. That I should be somewhere else, say, back in the Yukon, were I belonged, in my own home, with my own belongings in my own fast car. But, sadly, I wasn't able to do that because I didn't have enough money, and that my mother refused to let go of her only "baby boy."
"Gabriel?" my mother, Sonya, asked, peeking around the corner of her seat, smiling at me. "Oh, you're awake."
"Sure am." My reply was short before I yawned.
She raised an eyebrow at me. "Sleep," she said. "We won't be moving into La Push tonight."
I sighed, but nodded. La Push. Why me? Why not some other guy with two sisters? Why not that random hobo we had past through in Tacoma? Why not him? Why me?
La Push had been my home back when I was really young, maybe about two, back before Liz and Anna were born. Of course I was Quileute, but when we had moved, I had lost my connection with my heritage, and personally, I had really forgotten about La Push and Quileutes and the legends I used to be so fansinated with . . . until after Anna's eighth birthday. My father had been moved to a different branch of his shitty office and was now going to be working in Seattle, and since La Push wasn't that far away from Seattle to him . . . we were back.
And of course, we had barely any warning that we were going to be moving to La Push. We only got about a month's warning, enough warning to get all of our crap packed and send it to La Push. It was already all inside the house; mom and dad had done that well I watched my sisters for a weekend. So, all that was left to do was unpack, and I would have much rather died unpacking my sisters pink shit then have to unpack all of my own shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, that's all I had packed. I had been forced to leave my good stuff behind, like my remodeled dirt bike, and my beautiful newly enquired car.
I hated it. I didn't hate the people or the culture or where it was. It was just . . . small. I was more of the "run around the world" kind of guy, not the "stay in your home town for the rest of your life" type. And besides, half of these people I would never remember, and if I did, they sure as hell wouldn't remember me.
The strange thing was Anna and Liz were both extremely excited. They had both started to freak out and the first thing Liz requested to do was cliff dive. Of course, that was just completely Liz. All Anna wanted to do was go to the school and tackle all of the teachers for text books. It was beyond me to how Liz and Anna and I were realted; Liz was completely care free and had a temper the size of Canada. Anna, however, was peite and shy and didn't say much and would rather have her head in a book then go for a walk. I was pretty rebelious, completely care free, and many a times I'd be sparing my friends from stupid things, and they'd be bailing me out of trouble.
Man, I was going to miss the Yukon. My old house, my old crazy friends, and certainly my girlfriend, Gillian.
Okay, that was a bit of a dream. She was my ex-girlfriend, but we both still loved each other. The only reason we had to break up was because her father caught us making out on the hood of his beloved truck, and yes, Jill's shirt was off, which was basically the stupid reason we had been forced to break up. Her father had screamed so loud the cops had to be called, and I had gotten punched straight in the face, breaking my nose and cracking my jaw. My own father had just shook his head when he had found out, and my mother still doesn't know to this day. To be honest, if she did know I'd probably be locked up in a cage being drug across the earth of the road right about now. I was probably going to miss Jill the most. She had been my best friend, my first love-even though we were both still virgins-and of course, we'd shared way too many inside jokes for our own good. Jumping over gates into private parks, partying so hard we almost forgot to go home, listening to hard metal as we head banged, our lips mingling together, my fingers weaving themselves in her golden blond hair. . . .
I sighed once more, trying to forget about Jill, and leaned against the side of my seat, letting the cold, night air blow at my face. I closed my eyes, and I was out, dreaming in seconds.
Did I dream of a super cool house? No. Did I dream of an awesome beach that looked like it just came out of a magazine? Of course not. Did I dream of my sisters? Hell no! Did I dream of hot Quileute girls? Fuck no, but why couldn't I have?
But I did dream of something I had never dreamt of before.
I dreamt of a dog.
Okay, it wasn't really a dog. It had a longer muzzle then a dog, and was a wonderful shade of ash-gray, and larger then any wolf would have normally been, but still small. It kept giving me this strange, wolfish smile that said, You don't know me, but I'll always know you. It was oddly disturbing and made spider-like shivers crawl up and down my back in trembles of heat. But the animal was strangely thoughtful and protective, because whenever something would creak with the wind, the creature would turn its lips up in a snarl, showing off milky white teeth, long and canine-like, turn to look at whatever creaked and would give it a death glare. But as soon as the sound would stop, the dog would be back to looking at me and, well, smiling.
We were in the trees, their trunks and pine needles shaking with the wind, the sun beating down from between the dark green treetop cracks, clouds in the distance rumbling and threatening to pour rain on us, the crash of waves close but yet far away, making me wonder where on Earth I was, my bare feet tickled by the soft grassy moss under them.
Wait. Bare feet?
What the hell?
I scanned the area once more-and the wolf, or dog or the animal thing-barked at me, wagged its long gray tail, and bolted into the trees, becoming a blur of color, making me mindless stare as I tried to calculate how fast it was going and why it was going so fast. Frankly, it scared me to see an animal go that fast. But yet, I couldn't move as I stared at the dog's departure.
I wanted to ask where it was going, but then I realized something else had come out of the trees and lunged straight at me.
Black overwhelmed everything, and there was savage snarling and growling and I was being pinned to the ground, something heavy on top of me, and I couldn't get it off; it was pinning my arms and my legs just failed randomly, trying to get whatever it was off of me. My lungs hurt and I couldn't get whatever it was off my chest . . .
"Gabe! Gabey! Gabriel! Gabester! Gabe-a-rama! Gabriella! Gabe-a-riffic! Gabe-around-the-merry-go-bush!" Liz's voice continued on and on as I could feel a weight on my chest, suffocating me, trying to kill me.
"What the fuck!" I yelped, but not moving, I decided to open one eye to look her straight in the face. I was still groggy, but I could see her idiotic grin plastered on her thin face. Flaming eyes over high cheeks bones, and the mouth of an insane person. Yup, it was Liz. I narrowed the eye that was open.
"Ooh, you said the f word!" Liz crowded.
"And I'm about to say a few more if you don't get off." I knew better then to swear around her; she'd get my skinny Quileute ass sent straight into the new house and up to my room, even though I was now offically an adult.
I hate my life somedays.
"New neighbours, they have food, you're coming to meet them. Mum said," Liz said, ignoring my threat before she flashed another grin at me.
"And you're getting the boot," I said before I managed to free my arms, and I shoved her off of my chest, and she went flying into the driver's seat. She gave me a hard look before she exited the Jeep, scowling and muttering something like, "Stupid brothers. Can't live with them, you can't grind them into a plup."
I snorted and sat up, shaking my head and running my hand through my hair. Someone had the curodsy to sprawl me out across the back seats, and I had any money bet that Anna and Liz had slept in the very back, with a suite case and two sleeping bags. Both Liz and Anna were tiny enough to fit comfortably, so there was no reason for me to feel guilty that had I taken the only spot. I yawned, and rubbed my eyes before I stumbled out of the Jeep like some sort of drunkard.
I was greeted with what I assumed would be my new house. I scanned it up and down and then regreted doing that. It looked small, and its white paint was peeling, the windows were plentiful and the window panes on them were actually kind of nice. Other then that, it was just a plain house with a nice front yard and an old year that looked like it had seen about four hurricanes and had survived every single one of them. It looked a lot like the house we had back in the Yukon, but for some reason this house looked tiny compared to it. The grass was lush and thriving, and the odd dandilion popped out through the grass.
"Hey, Gabe-o-matic, over here!" Liz called, and when I turned to glare at her, she just waved at me.
I rolled my eyes at her, but then took in what I was looking at. There was a circle of white, plastic lawn chairs, and my mom and dad were sitting in two out of them, over flowing plates of food in their laps. Anna was sitting and listening intently to the woman that was talking, well Liz was dancing around, her lawn chair empty. There was a huge Quileute guy, his black hair cropped close to his skull. He was giant, bigger then I was, and way bigger then my buff friend Thomas. The chairs were in front of a yellow house with yellow flowers hanging out of the window boxes. The stairs looked stable, but older, and the lawn was freshly cut. I wandered my way over there, both curious and confused.
My mom looked at me, and smiled. "Emily, Sam, this is my son Gabriel. Gabe, this is Sam and his wife Emily.
The woman, Emily, turned to look at me, exposing the right side of her face, pushing back her raven-black hair behind her shoulder. Her right side of her face was marred with three scars, jagged and livid looking, but it gave her some sort of untamed, wild beauty, like she belonged running around in the forest. I couldn't help but stare at both her beauty and her scars until I decided to shift my gaze to the guy, Sam. He was looking at Emily with a strange fixation that made me wonder what he was staring at. Maybe it was the same thing as me. Maybe it wasn't. But as soon as he caught me staring at Emily, his glare turned sour, and I swear he wanted to rip my throat out of my neck with his bare, huge hands.
"Hey," I said waving politely, managing to get my composure back together.
Okay, yes, that was a really stupid place to break it off, but if I didn't, I would have just kept going and going and going and going . . . . All righty! Uh, just a heads up, this is after Breaking Dawn, like, the summer after it. Okay? Okay. I'm gonna go now; gonna try to update my other stories. Ohhhh boy. Please review! Makes me write more, and the feedback is loved! Thanks for taking your time to read this! :D Bai!