AN: What do you do when you're bored? You write a story. Or a chapter even. And that's what I did, and this is it. Forbidden Wolf. Do you guys think it's worth continuing? Why don't you tell me in a review? Hehe. Enjoy :D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, this is all just for my amusement and boredness. But I know Bella's grandfather, her brothers, Levi and her grandfather's second and third in command.
1.
"Our numbers are dropping dramatically. Our people are dying and we are losing this war! What do you plan on doing Charles? Walk in there and call peace upon those mongrels?" Jonathan O'Riley all but shouted to my grandfather, the Head of the Hunters in Arizona. I know stupid right?
I watched in silence, like everyone else in the meeting. The meeting room held my family - seven of my brothers, my parents, my grandfather, and his second in command and third in command with a few Hunters I know but not bothered to remember.
"Do you have a better idea?" Grandfather said all calm with his brows rose.
"Yes, yes I do." Sarcasm dripped from Jonathan's mouth, making me want to punch him square on the mouth. "Much better than yours for sure. Why make such a stupid and idiotic suggestion?"
Before anyone of my brothers' could stop me, I shot up from my chair and banged my hands onto the table, scaring the shit out of everyone.
I glared at Jonathan, saying, "Why? What's your idea than Jonathan? Would you rather walk into the lion's den and throw an attack at them? Wouldn't they know? They're not stupid like your little brain thinks. They actually have proper brains and they will use to their advantage, not what you're doing. You and I, and pretty much everything in Arizona knows what the werewolves' are capable of and what they can do with their teeth an claws. Hell, they've showed it to us for the last decades. They've killed and hunted humans for these years. They even killed our own people in the most easiest way they or we could think of. We all know that the wolves' have grown in numbers and in strength - while ours is dropping. They are more clever than some you make them seem. Would you honestly think that my grandfather, the Head Hunter of this region would think of something so petty? If you think so, than maybe you are the stupid and idiotic one."
Jonathan looked as if he wanted to kill me. Ha, like he could. He'd be on the floor, me on top with a sharp, sharp pencil to his throat before he could think, rather much blink.
He looked at grandfather, than at me. He glared, lip curling. "What do you think we should do then Isabella?"
I stopped myself from lunging from the table and from having my hand into his neck, strangling him until he says uncle. How dare he say my full name? Everyone knows how much I hate that name. But I took a deep breath and said in my coldest voice, "Yes, Jonathan, I do have a better and brighter idea than yours. Mine include our people actually surviving." He growled, while I smirked at him.
"Then please enlighten us, young one."
Young one? I was only eighteen. Again, deep breathe Bella, deep breath.
"Ever heard the term keep your friends close but your enemies closer?" I stopped and looked amongst my people, my fellow Hunters and Huntress. I continued. "Well, if so, than why don't we make the wolves our friends, watch their movements, see of they'll attack us back. Observe them. Keep them close for us to see. Learn their weakness, find their strengths, and then we can use it against them."
"Ridicules." Jonathan exploded.
I couldn't stop myself; I just had to say this, "Your face is ridicules."
My brothers exploded with laughter. Gavin, Jackson and Isaac actually fell from their seat, laughing like hyenas. The others - Celeb, Blake and Hyde were crying like fools.
I glared at them, growling deep in my throat. Stupid jerks, stupid brothers, stupid, stupid, stupid! The other Hunters were looking at me in amusement while my mother and father were giving me a warning look.
My grandfather cleared his throat. My brothers instantly stopped laughing, straightened up and got back to business. Now I wanted to laugh. Scared of the Big Bad Head Hunter, brothers?
"Isabella -" I sent him a glare, which he ignored. "-Is right, Jonathan." I wanted to puke. His and my name in the same sentence. God, it sounded so revolting. "We can't just go in there and attack them. It violates the rule that our ancestors made."
The rule, yes, the sacred rule. 'They draw blood first, not us.' That was the only rule us Hunters only follow, the others can be damned and forgotten. If the werewolves' draw blood first, than goodbye mutts, we have you now. But of course, it only applies to those mutts who were allowed to live in our region, in our town. But those who trespass without reason, well, you or rather they won't see the next daylight or nightfall. Another thing, if Hunters' draw blood first, than there will be war, not that there isn't one now, of course. "There hasn't been drawn blood, not from the werewolves in Washington anyway. We have no evidence to proceed without plans." Grandfather continued.
"But, there is blood on the floor." Gavin, my oldest and smartest brother stated. "Human blood, which they drew or not, it is still a problem."
No shit Sherlock.
"Yes, a problem it is." Grandfather said, sighing heavily.
"Then why don't we go with Bella's idea then?" Jackson said, another one of my brother said.
"Ridicules." Jonathan repeated, glaring at me. I wanted to stick my tongue at him, but stopped myself.
"You seriously don't want me to say that your face is ridicules again." I mockingly put my hand to my mouth. "Oops, I just did. Now shut up and listen up." I snarled at him. I was beyond pissed at Jonathan's peony ass, everyone can see that.
"Isabella." Grandfather said, giving me a warning.
I huffed and crossed my arms. Doing so made my brothers' snicker. Again, stupid. Glad I amuse you brothers.
"I will come to judgement with what Bella suggested. In so, I will get back to everything in the next three days, in the next meeting. Same time and same place. Be safe, my brothers and sisters. Be safe and draw blood not first, but when they do." Grandfather dismissed us. We all stood up, and to our respect, we bared our necks to grandfather. I placed my hand on my neck, moving my hair and bowed down. My grandfather copied us and again said, "Be Safe, draw blood not first, but when they do."
Everyone got out of their seats and moved to the door. My father, my mother, my brothers and I stayed along with my grandfather.
"Well, that was amusing." Isaac implied after a few seconds of dead silence.
"Very." Celeb replied, smirking at me.
"And?" I snarled.
"Isabella." My father warned me. He faced me and gave me a look that said, 'Hush or we will punish you.' I - being the good girl I am - stopped and crossed my arms. "And you boys." Ha, they get jack as well. Suckers. "Stop patronising your sister."
"Yes father." They replied, almost forced.
"Dad." Mother started saying to grandfather. "What do we do? What are you going to do?" My mother looks frantic. She cares more for her family than the Hunters. Though, a mother whose been through so much, who wouldn't be feeling that way? She shifted her eyes from her husband, to her sons, and then landed onto me. A spark went flying past her eyes, and then she looked at her father. "Are you - are you thinking of Bella's plan? Having someone being with the werewolves' in Washington? That's not right father! What would happen? If the person got hurt! And who would send?"
"I don't know Renee." Grandfather said. "I honestly don't know my daughter."
Then, I saw the same look that my grandfather had given my grandmother almost twenty years ago. That look that was filled with desperation, hurt, sadness and ... The loss of loved one. I knew, from that moment, my grandfather was doubting himself. He was making himself believe that he would lose his people, his life and his family, to the werewolves' and from what they've done, like how he lost grandmother.
I lifted myself off the chair and went to my grandfather. I put my arm around his shoulder and hugged him.
"Non dubitare te avus. Multa fecisti tu et populus tuus tam." I said in Latin, a language that my family didn't understand, only me and my grandfather knew.
He nodded, grabbing my hand, squeezing it before letting go.
He turned to everyone, getting ready to say his judgement.
"I think I will go with Isabella's suggestion. There will be no complains." He said this to mother. "Some people have got to give some things up for his people to live." I narrowed my eyes at the word his. Woman can so what men can do you know! I wanted to say, but didn't. I kept my gob shut and listened to my grandfather. "I will talk to the council in the tomorrow. We will look for someone worthy, we will decide, and we will pick a warrior."
I felt his eyes on me, but soon went away; I might have even imagined it, knowing me and my imagination. "We should all get some sleep. We all know we need some."
Without a word, I left with my brothers, leaving my grandfather and parents to talk. I closed the door and looked at my brothers.
"Any if you douchebags gonna apply?" I half joked, half asked.
They all just shrugged. I nodded and left them there.
Grandfather was right, we needed sleep.
I went to my room and flopped onto my bed. I closed my eyes and meet a dream filled sleep.
"Grandma?" I asked her one day, in the gardens. We were picking flowers up, for mother and father's anniversary. We picked up red roses and yellow daisies.
"Yes my child?"
"Why do people love?" I asked. I was only five, wanting to know things, wanting to see things from people's point of view.
"People love because they have this feeling inside of them that wants to be loved and love."
"Am I loved?" I asked, picking up another rose and handing it to her.
"Yes, but not in the way some people would think." She replied.
"Why?" I said in my annoying voice, only to tease.
"Because you don't have your soul mate yet." Soul mate? I remembered grandma talking about how mummy and daddy are soul mates.
"Are mummy and daddy soul mates?"
"Yes, yes they are."
"When will I find mine?"
"When you learn how to open your eyes and to learn how to open your heart." Open my eyes and heart?
"What?"
"The years are coming and going, Little One. People change you like the years do. You will change, for the better or worse, we don't know."
"But ..."
"Come on Little One, pick more flowers, we've got to get ready soon."
Another set of images, dreams went through my mind. The bad ones, the scary ones that hold so much pain that hurts every part of my body just by remembering. But still, they came.
"Hi Grandma." I asked her as I walked back to the car from my friend's house. I got into the car and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hello dear." She greeted me. "How was yesterday?"
"It was fun, grandma, we-"
Someone grabbed me and pulled me out of the car.
"Ahh." I screamed before a hand went onto my mouth and another punching my stomach. I winced from the blow.
"Please no." I watched as grandma begged, the man holding her was dragging her off the car onto the road. He kicked her side and she fell onto the concrete.
"Nhmm." I tried to say, but my mouth was blocked. I suddenly bite the man's hand and stepped onto his shoe. He whined as he held onto his shoe and hand. Without thinking, I kicked him in the balls and he was knocked out. I quickly turned around and saw a gun was pointed at my face. I stopped moving, breathing, anything altogether.
"That's right, little girl. Now you stop." The man with a ski mask sneered at me.
"Please, let her go." Grandma begged, "She has nothing to do with this. She is just a child!"
"Why should I you old hag? And let this fine lady leave and tell her family about what happened, making me and my pack run away from them?"
Pack? Is he a … Werewolf? Dammit, what do they want? I hissed at him. A werewolf dares threatens me and my grandma. I took a step forward, the gun more closer to my nose.
"Ah, ah, ah. Wouldn't want to do that, now would we little girl? Don't want to have grandma hurt now?" He mockingly asked.
I shook my head suddenly afraid for my grandma's life.
"Good, now-"
Then I heard the gun shots. I watched as a bullet went through the ski man's heart, then he fell onto the concrete.
I ran to my grandma's side and held her to me. "You okay grandma?" I whispered to her. I felt her nod, as she stroked my hair.
"Gavin, take Bella and your gran back to the car." I heard my father order to my brother.
"Come one grandma." I said to her, helping her up. Then all of a suddenly, she spun me back, and another gun shot rang out.
I remembered my grandma going down, me with her. I remember me holding her. I remembered me crying, sobbing, begging do her wake up. I remembered her eyes black and her mouth filled with blood. I remembered ... Going into the darkness. I remembered all of it.
I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I wasn't on the road, I was at home, in my room, lying on my bed. I wasn't with my grandma, I was safe. Ish. I sat up and looked at my clock. 7:30 Am. Too early. I pulled the covers back and hopped out of bed. I rubbed my eyes as I shrugged on a black tank top, some black shorts and my Nike trainers. I grabbed my iPod and jogged down the stairs. I went into the kitchen and saw Blake on the kitchen counter, head on a bowl. I went to him, grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his face up. I looked at his face in disgusted. I let my hand fall and watched as his head feel back into the bowl of cereal. Idiot. That was my only word for my older brother. I grabbed my water bottle and a cereal bar.
Then I headed out in the forest. I ran and ran on the path. It was calm. Running always made me feel calm. I closed my eyes, knowing I wasn't going to bump into trees, only because I knew the forest so easily, like it was the back of my hand. I let myself drown into the music. Ed Sheeran's voice transferred into my brains, making me hum along to his song. I let myself remember those memories, the good and painful ones. I let myself get distracted, for only a second.
I swung my hand, dragging the shirt of my attacker, holding them towards me. I cocked my head, eyes still closed. I lifted my leg and kicked the person's chest. I heard a loud and painful 'oomph'. I smiled in satisfaction. I felt two other people behind me. Before they could get a hand on me, a crouched down and swung my legs, tripping them. When I stood up, I felt someone grab onto my arms and pulled me closer to their chest. His rich filled scent filled my nostrils. I smirked as I felt his nose slide onto my cheek and my neck.
"Hi baby." He whispered.
"Bye baby." I whispered back, before elbowing him in the gut. I heard him grunt, before I pushed my hand onto his chest, making his body fall to the ground, me on top. I opened my eyes and saw his sapphire blue ones staring into mine. I smirked at him and nodded to the other three training Hunters. They nodded back and limped away. Oops. Sorry guys. Levi laughed his hands on my thighs.
I cleared my throat.
"Want some water baby?" He teasingly asked.
"Want to get your hand off my thigh?" I said, "Baby?" I added, mockingly giving him my own smile.
"Nah, I think he likes it there. I know I do." He smartass said.
"There is only one of you Levi, unless you have a more hotter and more smarter twin brother that I didn't know about."
"Ha ha, I'm actually the finest and fittest hot looking dude you can get." He flashed me a smiled.
I raised my brow at him, "Ya sure?"
He frowned, letting his hands off my thigh. I got up and held a hand to him. I took my hand and got up. I was about to let go when he squeezed my hand and dragged me along to the main path.
"Have you heard about the news?" He asked.
"What news?"
"Guess you haven't. Well, the council says that they have this plan for the werewolves' in Washington, but they need a trained Hunter to do their plan."
"Oh that. Yeah, I know. I was at the meeting." I said to him. "Perks of having your grandfather as the Head." I then added, mumbling.
"Well, there are some guys willing to volunteer."
I snapped my head up, "Who?"
"Well, I overheard your brothers talking about wanting to volunteer. Some trainers want to go, but they can't because, as you saw and did, they were practically limping away when you finished them. I mean, if they can't handle you, than how can they handle the werewolves'? Some of the Johnsons' and Andersons' kids want to go as well, but they're probably forced because of their parents and all. I might go as well."
"Oh." I only said. Levi going. I didn't know if that was bad thing or a good thing. There was a fifty percent that my best friend could die.
"Thanks. You have so little faith in me." He mocked.
"I know." I joke back. "Who do you think will get chosen?"
"Probably one of your brothers, but who knows. The council is crazy. They want to get closer to the werewolves', what kind of mixed up plan is that?"
I didn't tell him that it was my plan. Hell, I didn't want to get lectured or blamed, especially from Levi.
"Are you going?" He asked.
"Would I even get picked?" I asked back, almost snapping.
"Well, your Isabella Swan, one of the strongest and power fullest Huntress out there, your chances are quite large."
"But ..." There was always a 'but' in everything Levi says.
"But ... Your family wouldn't put you in so much risk."
"Yeah, true say." I replied back.
Mother would go crazy, saying I wasn't ready to face the big bad world, father would argue, obviously agreeing to grandfather, my brother's would go ape shit saying I could get killed and all. Not a pretty sight to see.
We soon arrived at my house. I leaned up and placed a kiss onto Levi's cheek. "I'll see you later." I said.
"Yeah." I heard Levi say, before running into my house.
I opened and closed the door to see my brothers', all arms crossed, leaning back on the wall, glaring. But not at me.
At Jonathan.
I growled letting people know I was here. I walked up to my brother's and copied their position.
"The meeting was set early. Jonathan wanted to deal everything out." Hyde whispered to me. I nodded, glaring at Jonathan.
"That is my problem!" Jonathan exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes. What now?
"Who are we going to send out into the Werewolves' territory? Who? Who in the mind would want to get killed?" Jonathan asked.
"We need a strong person, powerful and could hold their ground. They have to be dedicated and they have to be in total control and focused to the task at hand." Dad said to them.
"What about your boys?" A Hunter suggested.
Dad looked at them, and I wondered what he saw. That thought made me laugh. "They are better here than there." He finally said. I heard and felt my brothers' disappointment. I smirked at them. Suckers.
"Well who then?" Jonathan asked. "Your boys can't go. We can't have the Johnsons' or the Andersons' children, they'll get killed once they step into Washington, like what nearly happened last time."
Everyone was silent. They didn't know who would go. They needed someone, someone who could actually play with the werewolves' mind, but could stay alive.
"Why not Christian's kid? Levant?" Jonathan said.
"No!" I yelled. "No just no, but hell no!" I said to him. "Levi can't go, he'll get killed." "Then who?" Jonathan asked. "There is no one else."
"I'll go." Dad said, his tone held no arguments. But mum wasn't taking it.
"No, Charlie! You will not! I will not allow it!"
"Yeah, dad. You're better off with us, in here, than there." Blake said to him.
Grandfather stood up, "I know the only right person. But you all won't like it." Grandfather said, staring at the council, mainly at my parents and brothers'.
"Who, Head Charles?" David Randoe asked grandfather's third in command. He was the nicer and cleaver one. I liked him; he had the right humour that Jonathan doesn't.
Grandfather suddenly looked at me. I met this grey eyes, to my exact grey eyes. Grey on grey. Only me and my grandfather had those same grey eyes, not even my brothers' or my mother had grey years, they had chocolate brown ones. "She is noble. She has the brains. She has a mouth, a voice that she is not afraid to use. She has good strength and ties. She is ... Well ... A Goddess."
All eyes fell onto me. My brothers, my parents, the councils and my grandfather. They all knew who he was talking about.
"You must all agree with me that she is good for the job. She's good at lying, she could play with the werewolves' mind, and she is well focused, dedicated to her job, to her people. We all know she wouldn't get killed once she steps onto the Werewolves' territory," Grandfather continued. "She is my dear own granddaughter, Isabella Marie Swan."
Silence filled the room, waiting for what I would say. Except, I didn't say anything. But Jonathan did.
"Would you honestly think that Isabella could do this job?" Jonathan argued.
Now that just pissed me off. "Why, do you think you'll do a good job, Jonathan? Are you that willing to go to the lion's den?" I retorted.
"I could do a better job than you."
I growled. "Can you now?" My sarcasm was full on. "If you could get even past their territory, you'd have your little brain ripped out of your own skull."
"Why, wouldn't that be the same with you?"
"No. No it won't. I'll actually have a plan at set."
"What plan is it now? That one you used before? The one that nearly killed your own brother?"
I flinched. Now that hurt. Badly.
Hyde lifted his head and snarled out, "Our Head Hunter has already chosen who will go, do you dare argue?" Hyde's eyes were fixed into a deadly glare, fist ready to pound. He stared down at Jonathan, in a way that said 'Fuck with me or even upset my sister, I'll fuck you bad, and it ain't gonna be pretty.'
After a few solid dead minutes, Jonathan grunted a "No."
"Good, now shut up." He turned to us, "We have to talk this through as a family." Not as a Hunter clan. That was silently added.
"Yes, Jonathan, David, you are excused." Grandfather said. They both got up. David sent a smile to me and my family, baring this throat at my grandfather and walked away. Jonathan was another thing. He glared at me and forcedly bared this throat at grandfather before walked away, of course not after giving me another glare. Wow, I feel so loved.
Once the door closed, the whole room went into an argument. My brothers' were arguing with my father, talking or rather shouting about my safety and how I could get easily killed. Mother was siding with her boys, trying to talk some sense into her husband. I just stood there, staring at my grandfather, while he stared at me.
"Quid faciendum esset facturus." He mouthed to me. I nodded.
I straightened up.
My father saw my movement, "Isabella. Stay." My father warned.
I shook my head. "There is no point in staying. I've got to pack, arrange everything, than leave for Washington." I said back, walking to the door. "I expect the files and documents tomorrow in my room about the whole mission. I'll leave the day after that."
"Isabella?" My mother asked, she was so close to sobbing.
I didn't turn around as I said those words that held so much more, "This is for my people. This is for the innocent. This is for them." Then I walked away.
Translation:
Non dubitare te avus. Tam magnus es et fecisti populum: Do not doubt yourself grandfather.
You are a great man and have done so much for your people.
Quid faciendum esset facturus: Do what you are meant to do.
I don't know Latin, I don't even speak it, though I would like to, but I don't know if it's right or wrong. Sorry if it is, but again, I don't speak Latin.
But yeah, worth continuing? Review? Please? Cheese and potatoes? :D