First attempt at actually writing a fanfic (or any story really). I adore the twilight wolves and have had multiple possible fics bouncing in my head. This one panned out more and in attempt to clear my head, here it is. This is mainly for fun, bare with me. The story focuses more on my OC, however I do not want to drag you through the painful process of reading about an OC. So the wolves should appear in the next chapter if all goes to plan. This chapter is more of a character setup.

Set two-three years after Breaking Dawn. Paul did not imprint on Rachel, this is a Paul/OC imprint story. Jacob did not imprint on Renesmee. (Sorry, I need him back in La Push not with the Cullens.) Renesmee's existence in this fic is still in debate. Otherwise, the events during the Twilight Saga are left alone.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the known Twilight Saga universe.


The rooftop was flat facing the sunset with a view overlooking the sea a few ways off. A tree stood in the middle of the square concrete area. Potted plants scattered around in a beautiful arrangement. Although a tall building, it was not the highest rooftop. Two taller buildings cornered this particular rooftop blocking out the morning sun.

She laid under the shade of the tree, basking in the warm sunset. A soft breeze swayed the leaves. She listened to the distant crash of waves on the shore. Sea gulls squawked in the air. The hustle and bustle of the merchants on the market near the docks. The horn of a ship coming into port. She drifted off into a light doze.

There was a shift in the air. A silver glint flew across the rooftop, landing with a thwack as it stuck into the wall of the shadowing building. A soft curse of surprise followed soon after. A smirk graced her lips.

"Koda," a man stepped out of the shadows, pulling out the knife from the wall next to his head.

Nekoda let out a huff and lowered her hand, previously readied to throw a second knife, "oh, it's you," she deadpanned, easing back to her relaxed position she closed her eyes.

He flicked the knife back at her, watching her hand reach out catching the knife by the handle, "your skill with knives is increíble, bonita. And very generous with the técnica de advertencia."

She snorted, "I missed."

He smirked, "you wound me, guapa."

"What do you want, Estevan."

"Leon calls you."

She let out a frustrated sigh and glared at him, "I am vacación."

Estevan raised his hand in a surrendered position, "not anymore, mi dulce." He took an instinctive step back at her near snarl, "his words, not mine." Sensing her growing frustration he gave her a sympathetic look, softening his voice, "Lo siento, Koda, but he requested you specifically. It is not me you should be angry at."

She threw a knife at him anyway.

He let out a relieved sigh as it once again whizzed past his head and landed with a thwack on the wall behind him. Why did he have to draw the short straw?


Nekoda stormed through the stone halls. Comemierda hijo de puta. This better be good.

The scowl on her usually pleasant face darkened. Those present in the hall quickly moved out of her way.

She stopped at the open hole in the wall resembling a window. Nekoda jumped through it, landing in a silent crouch on the balcony below. A pale figure with a light gray cloak standing in the shadows of the balcony turned around at her sudden appearance. She did not spare him a glance. Instead she directed her attention into the room at the tanned man standing by his desk, papers in hand. Leon looked up at Nekoda with a smile, "ah, there you are."

The scowl previously on her face was gone the moment she landed on the balcony, appearance was everything. She stood and gave a graceful bow to Leon, "Yo estoy aquí, como usted pidió."

Leon nodded at her, "our most esteemed guest has a contract for us," he gestured his hand out to the cloaked figure.

Nekoda straightened, glancing in the figure's direction. Through the shadow, Nekoda could depict it a man. A very pale man with short, cropped, black hair. He was very tall and thick at the shoulders. His eyes a dark red and beauty that rivaled the gods. It alarmed her internal warnings but she schooled her features into a pleasant smile and gave him a quick bow.

Her attention redirected toward Leon as he spoke once again, "the contract involves a trip to America. You have two targets." She took the papers from his hand and glanced at the contract.

A wave of surprise flashed through her as she discovered she would be going to a Native American Reservation where her targets lived. What the tall, pale Italian had against the two Quileute women she had not the vaguest clue. She did not care either way. A contract is a contract.

"I trust there will be no problems?" the pale man had spoken, his voice an eerie musical tone.

She just smiled, "se hará."


Translations:

increíble - incredible

bonita - beautiful

técnica de advertencia - warning technique

guapa - good looking (f)

vacación - holiday/vacation

mi dulce - my sweet

Lo siento - I am sorry

Comemierda hijo de puta - - approx: shit eating son of a whore/bitch (implied: you shit eating motherfucker)

Yo estoy aquí, como usted pidió - I am here, as you requested.

se hará - it will be done

I apologize for any present and future mistakes in translations; it has been four years since I had Spanish class.

Any who, what do you think?