MA rated just to be sure. All characters or at least most of them belongs to Stephanie Meyers. As well as the environment and locations of Forks and La Push.
This story takes place a few years after breaking dawn. But Nessie hasn´t been born as well as a few other things…
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Tribal Wars
Chapter 1. The arrival.
It´s Monday. A rainy Monday in November.
Nobody really take notice to the thin woman driving to town in her old green truck. She passes the wet houses in a slow pace; just letting the bumpy road led her on her way.
If anyone would care to look they would see that she is in her twenties, with long dark hair and soft suntanned skin. But nobody cares. Her heavy loaded truck fit in to the picture. And nobody cares.
By her side is a shabby looking dog of mixed breading looking mostly like a longhaired grayish dingo with a brown and a blue eye.
She makes a stop by the only open grocery store in the town of Forks and gets out looking around. Her hands massage her lower back and moves back to support her pregnant belly as she walks in.
The door chimes with an annoying loud sound as she enters the store, and the store keeper Annabel Watling watches silently as she picks out her supplies of paint, food and dog food.
"Can I be off any assistance?" Annabel says with her high pitched voice and watches the young woman with great curiosity.
"ohm... I... Do you have any maps off the area?" Kinka asks with her slight monotone European accent. She blushes slightly as Annabell inspects her closer.
"Well honey... What area do you mean? It's a big place you know", Annabel smiles and places her hands on her big hips with an inquisitive gaze.
"I think its pronounced La Push? But I don´t really know how to get there" Kinka offers an apologizing smile.
"And what would a young expecting mother like you do in the Rez? Visiting friends?" Annabel can´t help but poke around a bit. She is just too curious.
"Ohm... I... Well", Kinka puts the money on the counter.
"Thank you…Your change sweetheart", Annabel is about to say more as the annoying chime alerts her and in comes another customer.
"Oh Chief Hanson what can I help you with today?" Annabell purrs to the robust middle aged man. His skin is about the same reddish color as his thin hair.
He sends out a vibration of calmness. His water green eyes looks a little tired. The sight of Kinka doesn't make him quite as curious but he still looks, as she picks up her items and walks out to her truck unfolding her new map.
"Where do you expect her to go to, she's almost about to pop?" Annabel asks with a giggle.
"Well… She might be the one who bought the Bears cottage, it's too out of season for any tourists", Hanson replies polite, and pays for his doughnut.
Kinka drives down the forest road looking from her cell phone to the road. The signal is on and she gets a clear signal and pulls the truck over to a full stop. She finds the phone number in her pocket and dials.
"Well... oh... Hey... this is Kinka... I was wondering if you could bring the keys around at noon. I'm almost there... Yea... alright... see you there"
She starts the truck with a roar and pulls out on the road when her dog growls defensively.
"What's up with you Big Momma?"
And then she sees it. Two elk's walks close by in the shade of the green forest. A mother with her calf.
For a moment they walk in the same direction as the car. Then all of a sudden they break out in a fast gallop right across the road and disappear on the other side. She hits the breaks just before she collide with the animals. Big Momma is slung to the floor but quickly jumps up on her seat again with a strange expression in her eyes.
"Sorry about that… You ok sweetie?" Kinka says and caresses the dog between her ears.
"Let´s get going… ha!"
The Bear Cottage appears before them in the dull light. It´s not much to look at but it´s placed beautifully between the forest and a small meadow. An old leaf tree and two smaller pine trees stands beside the driveway and sways gentle in the wind. Somehow the green colors compliment the washed out wooden colors of the house.
For a moment they sit still to watch the light unfold in the grass and forest. It is almost noon.
They get out of the truck. Anticipation is in the air. Kinka takes a deep breath. They walk down the small trail around the house to the backyard.
There is a small porch with two old wooden chairs and a small plastic table. She sits there for a moment calming down, when a noisy car approaches the driveway. The door slams and heavy steps walk towards them. A deep rusty voice breaks the silence.
She looks up on him squinting through her eyelashes in the sun. He is in his forties with long black and silver hair to the midst of his back. His frame is tall and well build, and his face is friendly and surprisingly smooth for his age.
"Well I have brought the keys for a… mmm hmmm… Kinki?… I suppose that´s you?"
"Kinka… My name is Kinka!" She blushes slightly. Her name is so unusual and people always seem to get it wrong.
"Well… Would you like me to show you around the place? By the way I'm Tom Black Bear. It was my house!"
Kinka tries to get up from the wooden chair, but can´t seem to get her weight shifted right.
He reaches down and grabs her by the arm to help her up, but suddenly notices her belly. Big Momma keeps her distance, but is monitoring the situation closely.
"Hmm. You look like your 12 months pregnant… When is your due day?" Tom helps her up and opens the back door. She smiles but don´t answer, so he lays off.
The house is a small one storage building. 3 tiny bedrooms and a combined kitchen, dining room and living room. There is some old furniture in all off the rooms. The lack of nick nags makes it look abandoned.
"Ooh I just love it!" Kinka burst out and laughs exited. "How about internet?"
"It´s a rez… not Africa!" Tom replies with a wide grin.
"Sorry. I didn´t mean to imply anything" Kinka answers and looks down blushing fiercely. Tom seams to find her amusing and grin even wider.
"Do you want any help with the boxes or anything?"
"Ohm… Sure… If you have time for it?"
"Well… I´m in no hurry… It's not like I'm leaving a pregnant woman high and dry. We do have standards up here you know" He wriggles his brows.
She almost can't help but roll her eyes at him. No matter how nice he is, he still is making fun of her. He sees it and grin at her, well knowing what his doing.
A short while later Tom carries the last box inside the house and places it on top of two others in the living room.
"That was heavy… You collect rocks or something?"
"Well no… It's just work equipment you know"
"Well no I don´t… What is it?"
"Computer and my sound gear. I make my money being a speaker. You know sound books and stuff. I probably know every dang Dean Koonz book by heart. But I would prefer it to be the classics or something dignified"
Tom burst out laughing. And she smiles back at him.
"I bet you do"
"Yea… But it's easy to do it at home… That must count for something?"
"I guess so! Your husband? Is he joining you soon?"
"No… NO husband… Thank god" She explains feint.
Tom refuses drinks and food and heads out to his car. He´s still smiling as he rolls down the window and yell out over his shoulder.
"If you follow the small trail in the backyard you'll get to the beach… And do come over one weekend for the bonfire!"
"Bye Tom! Wait… Go where?" But he is gone.
She waves him off. A great lump of gratitude sits in her throat and she swallows hard. She picks up her old Nilfisk vacuum cleaner, and starts making the rooms ready for painting. It feels like progress somehow.
Nature
Billy looks at Tom with an amused expression. He sips the burning warm coffee. Jacob and Quil are emptying the fridge. Or at least trying to.
"So you're of the hook then?"
Tom squirms in his seat, before bursting in to a great laugh.
"Yea… You know Corinne and the kids are ecstatic… Separate rooms and all!"
"But who is she… The new girl"
"Don´t know… But she´s huge"
"Like… Ohm… Big?"
"A small human giant… At least! Works with sound and books or something"
"Sounds strange to settle out here" Billy replies and Tom nods his head with a goofy grin.
"Yea… Her name is Kinka to"
Splurts of food lands at the floor as Jacob and Quil burst into uncontrolled laughter.
"Shouldn´t you guys be somewhere?" Billy asks with a growl. But his mouth curls up.
"Just getting supplies dad, the pizza place is closed this early" Jake answers slightly out of breath, "Going back to the garage in a sec!"
"A big assed girl named Kinka… That's something new!" Quil mumbles in his fifth sandwich as they head out.
"Yea… You might like it… weirdo!"
It´s early in the evening. Kinka stretches her legs on the couch. The restlessness is getting hard to handle it has been going on all day. She gets up and closes the door to the small soundproof speaker box she had built a few weeks ago in the smallest bedroom.
The urge to move around makes her put on her long coat and Sorrell winter boots.
Her back hurts like hell. Even Big Momma is restless. It´s like the baby is too heavy, and it lies uncomfortably low. Big Momma whines a few times.
"Well, wanna go for a walk girl?"
The dog scrapes on the door with her paws, whining loudly.
"C´mon Momma… Let go!"
The odd couple makes their way down a deer trail in a slow pace. The pain comes and goes, and they stop walking a few times. Suddenly small flakes of snow fall from heaven and lands on them. Momma leads the way further into the woods. A big fallen tree lies before them and Kinka sits down breathing heavy. The cold sneaks up on her as she realizes that warm water is flowing down between her legs and on to the ground. She screams breathing in the pain and falls on her knees holding herself up in Mommas fur. With her free hand she clutches to a branch above her and screams again as the baby tries to make its way out of her.
Sam and Jacob can hear the screams miles away. They are closest and quickly phases wanting to help the person in need.
"What is it, you think it´s human?"
"Don´t know, sounds human. Quil stay close. Embry take a quick sweep"
"Will do Sam"
Sam and Jake approaches without a noise. The shaggy dog isn't fooled and watches them with a low warning growl. Kinka is crouching and packing in the infant in her warn coat. Her body shaking from the cold. Her white loose dress is covered in blood. Small in content noises are coming from the coat. She leans back completely drained from the birth holding her baby close.
She reaches out trying to calm the protectively growling dog.
"Momma… Get us home!"
Then blackness hits. Scattered visions of strong warm arms picking her up carrying her in fast strides out of the forest. Caring dark eyes. A tribal tattoo in black. Fear. Fear hits as she looses consciousness.
Discovering
Kinka opens her eyes squinting in the bright light. She sits up quickly, and looks around in the small bedroom. A beautiful woman with strange scars on her face is sitting on the bedside.
"Ohh… You're awake… How do you feel?" Emily says in a calming tone. "I´m Emily. You´re at me and Sam's house"
"Oh, how did I get here? Is my baby alright"
"She is just fine. Just sleeping… The guys found you in the forest and brought you here. I think your dog would be more at ease if it could see you… She´s been howling and scratching down the doors since they brought you. Do you feel ok? No need of a doctor?"
"I think… I don't know… I heal fast… You can let Momma in if you'll like"
The little girl snuggles up in her mommy´s arms. Her dark colored eyes and black hair indicates that she is a partly Native American. Emily sighs, she is humming with contentment.
"Are you hungry…? Thirsty?" Kinka shakes her head and smiles back.
"Maybe a shower later? Come here Big Momma… Meet our little girl" Kinka whispers as the all too happy dog gallops through the door.
"Oh… We sort of gave the two of you a shower to warm you up" She says apologetically.