Hey everyone, this is my first fic so please give it a chance and read it. Its set a couple of months after Eclipse but Bella didn't get back with Edward as Jacob imprinted on her. More of the background will be revealed in the story later on. This is a fic about one of my favourite characters Seth and was just an idea that popped into my head one day.
Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga and all its Characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.
I own nothing but a love for the wolf pack.
Niamh POV
I loved this new room; it was at the very back of the house looking out into the dense green forest and I really loved the forest, every time I looked at it I was like I was in a movie it felt surreal, we didn't have anything like it at home so to be surrounded by the giant evergreen trees on three sides was just out of this world. I had spent a lot of time sitting by the window looking out at the forest, trying to get over the homesickness that suddenly overcame me last week. I knew I would miss home but I hadn't expected to miss it so quickly but when you realise your family is thousands of miles away its hits you hard, well it did for me anyway. I mean I was loving getting to my aunt Kate and her family. She was my mums sister and had moved to Washington when she was only twenty one I had only meant her once before and I was enjoying spending time with her family especially her twin 12 year old daughters but it wasn't the same.
I had been in Washington for two and a half weeks and Kate had dragged me somewhere new everyday. I had been all over Seattle shopping and doing the usual tourist stuff, I understood why Kate had been rushing me around so much she was just trying to get me to fall in love with America and to try make it feel like home but so far it just felt like a great place for a holiday.
Today was the first day Kate was working so I was going to use the freedom to explore the local area a bit more. I set off right after breakfast and drove to the nearest town, Forks. I still couldn't help but laugh every time I thought about the name it was so strange. I saw a small tourist store in the centre of the town so I decided it was as good as anyplace to start. I walked in and was immediately disappointed the store was practically empty except for a few framed picture of the town for sale and a display stand full of brochures. The only person in the store was a short spotty teenager he must have been a year or two younger than me, he looked up at me looking really surprised he must not get a lot of customers. I started to look through the display stand when a shiny brown and green brochure caught my eye. I knew the moment I saw it how I would be spending my day. It was a brochure for the Quileute Visitor Centre on a nearby reservation. It looked amazing and I loved history so I knew it would be perfect for my day of exploration especially since all I knew about Native Americans were from my Dads old movies. I turned to the guy behind the counter, he was staring at me sort of strangely he must not of understood my excitement but he seemed thrilled to give me directions. I jumped into my aunt's truck that she was letting me drive for the day running my fingers over its shiny black exterior as I did. I started the car and followed the directions I had been given driving the same way I had been since the start of the week, slowly. I still couldn't believe that I was allowed to drive, before coming over here I had forgotten that people could drive at sixteen in the states and I still felt like I could be pulled over at any second. Thank God it was automatic I didn't even want to think how hard it would have been learning to drive without it in two weeks.
I was driving by the edge of the forest when a welcome to La Push sign caught my eye and I turned in and continued to follow the directions I had been given. Surprisingly they led me right to the entrance to the visitor centre. Wow I hadn't expected shorty to have given me reliable instructions. I parked the truck carefully, jumped out and walked towards the doors.
A bell rang above my head as I opened the door and a beautiful girl looked up from where she was stacking highly polished carvings on a shelf. Immediately I felt a rush of jealousy fill me as I took in her dark skin and long, shiny, ebony hair. Oh what I wouldn't do to look like that. As she turned around to face me I stifled a gasp when I saw the other side of her face. She had vicious pink scars running from her eye down her face and disappearing into her sweater. Somehow though they didn't take away from her beauty at all. I realised I had been staring and the women looked at me with what seemed like a strange mixture of surprise, confusion and joy. She quickly replaced it with a warm smile. 'Hi, I'm Emily' she said 'can I help you?' 'I'm Niamh' I replied quietly, silently cursing my shyness. 'I'm new around here and I saw these brochures and well I was kinda hoping that maybe I could look around or talk to someone maybe I mean if that's ok…I trailed off after realising I had been rambling. Ugh I always do that when I'm nervous. Emily just laughed lightly 'Of course, my shift is actually just over but Old Quil, one of the tribal elders arrived a few minutes ago and I'm sure he'd like to have someone new to tell all his stories to'. I let out a deep breath that I hadn't even realised I was holding. 'That would be great, thanks'. Emily disappeared out the back so I started to look around. One of the walls was filled with shelves and shelves of beautiful carvings and jewellery that was obviously hand made. The other wall was covered with photographs and drawing of men and women who were clearly Quileute. The two walls led to a huge glass window. The view shocked me, there was a beach just below me I hadn't realised I was anywhere near the ocean. Once again I knew how I would spend part of my day.
I was running my fingers over a stunning wooden carving of a wolf howling, whoever had made it must have been highly skilled, I could nearly feel its soft fur and read the emotions in its intelligent eyes, when a voice behind me made me jump. 'You like our wolves young one?' I nodded silently and turned to face an old man with weathered russet skin that was filled with wrinkles. He had his long grey hair in two braids that fell over his shoulders. I towered over him but I could tell by his voice and stature that in his prime he had been a strong powerful man but now he was bent over a wooden cane and all he had left was his voice that was filled with obvious knowledge and pride of his people. He looked at me curiously, 'Emily tells me you want to learn of our people'. 'Yes, I'd love to' I managed to stutter out; still I shock from his sudden entrance. He stared at me for a few moments, nodded and then motioned for me to follow him. Whatever he had decided I must have passed the test. He led me to a sketch of a Quileute warrior and began 'The Quileute have always been a small people…'
I spent hours listening to him speaking of the history of his tribe, as he spoke he showed me pictures on the wall of the past chiefs of the tribe and he finished up with a photo of the present chief a strong, distinguished man in a wheelchair, Billy Black. He had the same wise look in his eyes as old Quil. I said my thanks and goodbyes to the old man who I learned wasn't as grumpy and gruff as he pretended to be with promises that I would return soon.
I strolled down to the beach, pulled off my shoes, rolled up my favourite pair of jeans and began to walk at the edge of the water. I began to think back on all of the stories that I had just heard and one in particular stuck in my mind. The legends of the protectors and the cold ones. My imagination ran wild and images of wolves racing through the forests chasing the evil blood drinking monsters and protecting their people ran through my mind. I was so absorbed in these thoughts that the next thing I knew I had walked into a dark bare muscled chest. 'Oh I'm so sorry' I apologised into his chest and that's when it hit me this man was huge. I had always been considered abnormally tall at six foot but this man and the identical man beside him were way taller. That's when I really took them in. My eye trailed from the top of their denim cut offs, up their identical eight packs to their hard muscled chests to the identical tattoos on their biceps and finally up to their faces. Whoa these guys were hot, as in weak at the knees hot. I saw the smug smiles on their faces and met their twinkling laughing eyes. Oh my god I had been ogling them and they knew it. What was wrong with me! I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and they both chuckled at my embarrassment. They must have been a few years older than my sixteen years and they had to be twins, I couldn't tell them apart.
The twin on the right smiled 'that's alright sweetheart no harm no foul'. Okay I had to be daydreaming, take deep breaths Niamh, it looks like their flirting but that doesn't make sense, guys don't flirt with me especially not older guys that look like that. I could feel my face getting redder, 'Um, well sorry again' I went to move past them when the other twin placed his hand on my arm. His dark skin was so warm I nearly flinched with the heat. 'Sorry babe but this beach is actually private'. It was only then that I noticed the gathering of gorgeous topless guys and stunning girls around a bonfire a little bit behind the twins. 'Oh no I'm so sorry I thought first beach was for the public'. 'It is, this is second beach if you started out on first beach then you must have been walking for a long time'. I looked around suddenly realising for the first time how dark it was getting. The twin on the right began to speak 'anyway I'm Brady and this is Collin' he pointed to the other. I was about to try and say my name confidently when I heard a familiar voice call it. 'Niamh'.
So there's the end of the first chapter ill try to update as soon as possible and I promise that Seth will be making his appearance very soon. Can anyone guess where she's from or who's calling her on the beach? Please review and let me know what you think, bad, good, ok? Anything just to let me know that there's people interested in it.
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