Okay, so its been awhile since I have actually read Twilight. I am going to before Breaking Dawn though. :)

I can't remember if Jacob actually has a sister or not, but this a story around her. It will have many different perspectives and gasp! an imprint(Who's you ask? Sorry, not telling yet.) and kind of intertwines with Twilight although it stands on its own without Bella or her ultimate lover, Edward in it. Thank you.


I didn't normally do such whimsical things.

No flights of fancy or sudden sense of impending doom had ever made me ravaged with concern. But this…. This was different. This was real. And I was scared.

I sat in the airport aimlessly watching people passing by me, slightly surprised at myself. I had booked this flight and been here all in a matter of two hours. The flight had been ridiculously expensive because of the short notice but in the moment I bought it, I hadn't cared. It meant nothing in the longterm of things.

It was that damned dream I told myself. That stupid, persistent dream. I couldn't pretend that I wasn't scared any longer. I had to get home. Fast.


The weather was chilly and windy, just as I remembered it being. After being gone for so long, the greeness of it all took me back. It was unusually comforting and the air was so clean I couldn't stop myself from taking deep, lung filling breaths. I realized I had never missed La Push while I was gone, but being back… seeing the mountains… It felt good to be back.

"You picked a heck of a day to come back. I haven't seen sun like this in months…"

My cab driver smiled at me. The sun barely peeked out from behind the clouds, almost like it was playing hide and seek with the fluffly white and grey clouds. I wondered who would win. Knowing La Push, it would be the clouds. A few minutes later I saw my old house come into view. Something in my heart twisted, a small sharp pain searing me.

"That's my stop right there. 318."

In no time my luggage and I were alone in front of my father's house. So many memories came dancing back in my mind, like a slow motion ballet. I don't know why it made me want to cry, most of them were pleasant. But it did. I swallowed my emotions and made my way to the door, unsure if I should knock or just enter.

Thankfully for me, I had to do neither. The door opened and my father looked up at me, surprise etched in his eyes.

"Rachel? What--"

I managed a smile in spite of my shock at seeing him in a wheelchair. Had I really missed so much?

"Hi Daddy."

My dad's face broke into a smile and he tried to open the screen door.

"What are you standing out here for? Get your butt in here," his face beamed up at me as I entered the familiar house ", I go to get my mail and find my daughter on the porch! Fancy my luck. Oh my dear its so good to see you."

I smile and give him a hug, taking in the familiar scents of La Push itself. Musky, woodsy, and fresh air.

"It's good to be home, Dad."


The forest is dark and eerily silent. Suddenly a rustle in the distance captures my attention. I am scared, terrified as I hear growls and wolves howling in the distance. Something somewhere sceams, almost human. I am running. Running so fast I can't actually be running. I am flying through the woods, faster and faster towards the growls, howling and screams. I want to stop, I don't want to see. I can't stop though. I keep moving, branches whipping me in the face. Suddenly I am in a valley. My eyes adjust to the light of the moon and I see my brother, and many faces from the tribe that I don't remember, all gathered standing in an almost battle like stance. They're HUGE. Bigger than anything I have ever seen and they are waiting for something in the distance, not seeing me at all. One of them howls loudly like a wolf as something emerges from the woods. I am frozen. It is terrifying. Human but impossible for it to be living.Skin pales as the snow on the mountains, eyes burning red, slouched like a tiger tensed for attack. The air is thick and wet as three more of them come from the woods, all equally if not more terrifying. I am shaking, I cannot stop. Suddenly my brother and the others he stands with howl terrifyingly loud and run at alarming rate toward the loathsome creatures, toward death. I scream. "JACOB! NOO!" But no actual sounds escape my mouth and I watch helplessly as the wicked creature with eyes the color of blood tear into my brother, biting like an animal, ripping arms from their rightful sockets and snapping legs while he screams in agony and I watch helplessly as they dismember my brother, killing him.

"Rachel! Water is boiling!"

I jump up from the couch, startled and sweating profusely. That damned dream. My heart beat is insanely fast, beating as if I had just ran a marathon. Get a grip, I tell myself.

I make my way into the kitchen to see my dad staring at the stove, confused. After I had explained, very delicately that I was home for just a visit and felt that it was good to see everyone, my dad had asked me for my famous sphagetti. I laughed at his young looking face.

"Don't worry Dad, I have it under control." I said as I put the noodles in the pot, adding a pinch of salt to ensure the noodles didn't stick together and to add flavor. My dad eases his way to the table, watching me while thumbing through the paper. I dare the question that has been eating me since I got here.

"So…um… where is Jacob?"

My dad snorts.

"I never know these days. He's rarely home. Damn pack."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. If you see him let me know. I would be surprised."

I turn to stir the noodles and bite my lip. I had hoped he would be around. Before I can ask my dad anymore of the burning questions that I have, he provides me with the information I had been curious to obtain.

"If you want to find him, I would check the beach. Or Sam's house. But… good luck. I hear he has been something fierce to deal with lately…"

I turn to stare at my dad. Sam? Sam who?

"Sam? Do I know Sam?"

My dad stares at me in confusion then nods his head as if he remembered something long forgotten.

"I guess not. Sam Uley. I think you may have met him once, when you were younger. Real brash back then. Cocky too. He's kind of become… a… friend for the boys around here. Role model I guess…"

Hmm… Curious. My mind is working on processing the information, trying to make sense why my dad wouldn't be suspicious of this Sam and why he would appear to be perfectly fine with Jacob's apparent persistent absence. Its not the dad I remembered… Then again that was years ago…

I finish cooking and enjoy dinner with my dad, telling him about my plans for the future. World traveler I tell him, Europe, Asia, Africa. All on my list. My dad smiles as I animatedly explain all the places I wish to go, his eyes slowly welling up and I am afraid I have somehow managed to hurt his feelings. I pause.

"You okay Dad?"

"Yeah, its just… You remind me of your mother when you talk like that. Hands moving, passionate and happy… that's all."

My heart wrenches, I didn't know her very well. Pictures were all I had of her, her stunning face reminding me of how plain I am. I pat his hand, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected emotion. He laughs at himself.

"Listen to me, sounding like some old guy. I think I am going to hit the sack… I am glad you are home Rachel. Its good to see your smile."

I smile brightly for him.

"Me too dad. I am going to do dishes and walk to the beach…"

It's nearly nine by the time I finish and I am oddly at peace home. The day went by in a blur, from buying tickets and flying in a rush, to seeing Dad and being home. So many emotions went through me it was hard to keep up. The waves crash on the beach, the white crests sparkling in the moon. This is what I missed, the fresh salty ocean air, the rush of a crisp breeze on my cheeks, and the sound of something much powerful than anything here on land.

Maybe, I think silently. I frown, knowing that I needed to find my brother soon. If not for his sake, but for mine. To get this weight off of my shoulders, the sudden fear of an impending death. I couldn't shake and it was starting to create a new person inside me. Someone I didn't like, someone sinister and frightenly depressing.

I wouldn't have to wait long.


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