Okay, guys.
I know, I know, I'm horrible. I start a story and never finish it. But this one, I have no choice to finish. Why, you ask? Because Luka, Bree, Karin, and Rachel will kill me if I do not finish it. Especially Bree. She will eat my flesh. So, review, if you want to keep your flesh. You do not wanna know what she does to you .
Think you,
Tori.
Chapter One: Prologue.
In the middle of a airport in Port Angels, Washington, stood two girls. Obviously sisters, whereas they both had deeply tanned skin, model bodies, and dark brown eyes. One stood just a little taller than the other, had a green carry on bag laying lazily on her shoulder, and seemed to be the eldest of the two. The other was slightly smaller, but by half an inch maybe. Her hair was in pigtails, while her sisters was hanging freely in dark brown waves to her waist.
"Luka," The youngest one whispered, crossing her arms, "he isn't coming." Luka huffed. How many times has she heard this since they had boarded the plane?
"If he wasn't planning on coming, then why would he have invited us in the first place?" Luka shot back, ignoring Karin's sigh of annoyance. Luka herself nearly began to give up, for they had been here for over an hour waiting for there long-lost brother to pick them up, but so far, no show.
"To be an as-" Karin started, but was interrupted by a man picking up their luggage and walking away. Luka and Karin glanced at each other, before running after the man at top speed, all the while yelling. Finally, Luka being the faster of the two, caught the man and pinned him roughly to the ground, growling.
"WHO ARE YOU!" She shouted, staring into the eyes of the boy she'd seen in the picture her dad sent her a picture of. Luka gasped in realization and shot up off of him, tumbling backwards onto the pavement. "I'm sorry! You.. you must be Jacob?"
The boy grinned, standing up while nodding, "Luka, I'm guessing?" He put out a hand, which Luka grasped pulled herself up while smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, uhm.. I'm sorry about that. I thought you were some creepy stalker dude who was going to permanently kill our luggage." Karin decided to make herself known at this time, smiling at Jacob Black and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. Luka rolled her eyes, he could be a vampire and Karin would just walk up hug him like they'd known each other for years.
"I'm Karin!" She giggled, in a much better mood than she was 5 minutes ago, probably happy that they were no longer stranded. He nodded to her and motioned for them to get into the truck, which Karin whispered to Luka was a Rabbit. Luka nodded her head and smiled like she knew exactly what that meant and jumped into the backseat while Jake and Karin climbed into the front.
The ride to La Push was quiet, besides Karin's loud iPod blaring Hey Soul Sister by Train. There was little small talk which consisted of Jacob asking Luka questions such as, "How old are you?" and "What's your favorite color?" She learned that he was 17, currently going to La Push High but skipping most days (Luka scowled at that), and that he had a best friend whom he considered his sister named Renesmee, who preferred to be called Nessie.
She kept waiting for him to ask what they looked like as wolves, but the question ever came. But judging by the way he changed the subject when anything came to animals, she guessed he didn't know just quite yet that Karin and Luka phased. She kept quiet, thinking Billy may have something planned. She hasn't grown accustomed to calling him dad yet. It just didn't feel right. Luka and Karin never had a dad in there life, so getting a surprise phone call on the day of their mothers death, telling them they're father wanted them to live with him in La Push, was a little un-nerving.
What is he's some weirdo? Luka suddenly thought nervously as they pulled up to a small house. What if he hates me and Karin? What if my hairs a mess? Ohmigosh, I haven't thought of th-
"Comin' Lukey?" Karin's voice shot Luka out of her thoughts. The other two were already out and waiting for her. She mumbled an apology, climbing out of the truck and peering at the house.
Billy wasn't kidding when he told the Social Worker it was a small house. It couldn't have more than 3 bedrooms in it, and the red paint was chipped all around it. But, even though Luka felt crazy about this later, it felt like.. home.