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Jamestown: December 21st, 1607
The first day of winter seldom brings hope to the strange white men on our borders.
They have settled here since the dawn of summer; killing, pillaging, and destroying our lands just like the rest of their lot. I was but a child when they first came, but the memories where burned into my memory forever, not allowing me to forget that murderous rage they set upon the land.
Why would the Raven think to torture his loyal worshipers with this madness? Their tongues are like a coyote's: deceiving and untrustworthy. For why else would they bring contraptions of glinting rock to kill their brethren? Are they not from the same place as us, no matter how much their living has corrupted their once-pure souls?
But now, I have complete control of my tribe. Complete control over the fate of these miserable excuses for human beings. Complete control over how long and hard to torture their every man to the deepest pits of damnation.
Though no matter how much I object, the surreptitious beliefs of the unworthy white settlers affected me and my tribe for as long as I could remember. But, really? Christianity everything is all rubbish.
But that's not all. My name was heavily influenced by their so-called native country of 'England'.
Chief Jacob Black. Because how 'proper' would a native name be? They said. Bah! I would have been honored to carry a chief's name.
The setting sun burst into my sea-facing tent, only being magnified by my visitor. Even though I could not see his face, I knew it was he, for with the hundreds of thousands of sunrays coming off his exposed skin I could spot him in the sun a million miles away.
Knowing my peace was soon to be broken, I quickly kneeled at my holy fire and uttered a prayer—one for my people and the sake of our land.
"Wolf Brethren," I prayed, for I knew no god other than my faithful wolf brothers, "give me the strength to protect my people. Give me the wit to outsmart their coyote attempts at my culture.
"Wolf Brethren, give me the power."
My fingernails elongated slightly, and only for a moment, as claws. It was the sure sign of my brethren had heard and reinforced my power with their own.
I got up with a grateful promise of good fortune for the wolves on our lands, and strode out to talk to my welcome but unwanted guest.
Edward
I gazed at the setting sun, basking in its warmth. It was nice to finally have a reason to be off Roanoke Island. True, the island did give me peace and quiet, but there were less and less animals coming through, with the settlers hunting around my domain now, and it was not my free time off the island for a couple more weeks. I swear, I'd swim back to Europe if they continued to starve me like that.
Oh, he's here. I heard the chief's thoughts ring from his tent. I sighed. I wish I didn't have to interact with these pathetic mutts, but the news I bared was putting both of us at risk.
"Do you remember how we found you?" Jacob's voice came a minute later. It was close, probably a few feet from the doorway of his tent. I heard his almost-stealthy footsteps padding across the grass like a wolf, even in his human form, until he came to s stop a few feet from my right side. He was very careful to keep that distance, for his sake more than mine. But, the distance benefited me too—they weren't the only ones that thought something around here smelled repulsive.
"I was a sailor on the first vessel to your land, but went overboard with a fellow during a storm when we were still 3 days from land." I started, my face emotionless. Jacob looked at my face and shuddered. It had always frightened him how statue-like I was.
"When you arrived here, a newborn vampire, we disposed of the elder and forced—"
"Me onto that forsaken island that my prey avoid at all costs. And now you only let me off every two months without any attacking on your part if there is none on mine, on the condition that I now hunt the wolves." I finished angrily, my own hunger fueling the fire. I turned to Jacob who glared back at me.
"Exactly. So tell me why you have left your land, intruded on mine, and come to me when it was specific part of the bargain my father made—"
"That states I can come off as long as I have news that will benefit or destroy both of our lives." I muttered furiously, almost too fast for Jacob to make anything of it. "Yes, I am well aware. It happens to be carved into every tree bordering my island."
"Then, pray tell, why are you disrupting my times of peace? Do you wish for death?" Jacob said with mock politeness. I should know—I got plenty of it back in my human years in the King's court of England.
"I have some news that could kill you." I said simply, turning out to the ocean and letting my gaze fall on a small fleet of ships I could easily distinguish from the water.
"Out with it!" Jacob urged, anger wiping clean from his voice, though it was replaced with peppered annoyance at my stalling.
"On a few conditions." I let myself have a small smirk. Jacob saw it, and immediately a glare set on his features again. I took this as a sign to go on. "I get free roam of the mainland all the time, while staying at least a mile from each village, avoiding your tribe and allies at all costs unless instructed otherwise, and only hunting animals."
Jacob's eyes narrowed until they were slits against his dark skin. "What do I get out of it?"
"The news and a dedicated, immortal fighter that cannot die at the hands of man-made weapons." I said confidently. Once Jacob heard my news, not only would he understand this more, but he would eagerly take my offer. I knew him enough to know.
"What is this news?" Jacob asked with new curiosity in his voice. I internally smirked, while my face returned to its cold mask.
"Yesterday, I caught sight of a small fleet of Spanish ships." Thank God Jacob knew about the Spaniards and their rivalry with England: I did not have time to explain to him my hatred of the Spanish. "About three, including the one that is a captured English ship, carrying provisions and new settlers for Jamestown.
"Once they were within my mental range, I counted at least two hundred, for most of the room on the ships is taken up by weapons, shields, and provisions. The Spanish captain is Sir Michael Newton, and the English one is Captain Charlie Swan. Captain Swan has a daughter, age 17, that was onboard the ship when it was attacked. She is going to be the first English woman in Jamestown. Her name is Isabella, and Sir Newton is absolutely infatuated with her and intends to marry her against her will, or her father's, for that matter." I chuckled darkly at the end of my news, knowing it was all too dramatic for my liking. "Sir Newton intends to carry out his plans as soon as he takes Jamestown."
"And how does this pose a threat to me and my kin?" Jacob continued interrogating me.
"The Spanish will stop at nothing until they have what they want. They will attempt to wipe out your entire tribe, and others, if need be, to procure and keep your land." I stated simply. Jacob's curiosity instantly turned to anger. "Do you understand my offer to be a warrior, now?"
Jacob nodded stiffly. "I will think about that, and seek you out after the bonfire tonight, after I consult my elders and advisors. Go hunt, until then—I scares me to no end for you to be near my people with eyes that dark."
I nodded, concealing my mirth for the time being, and disappeared into the trees.
A/N (cont.): How do you like the new FanFic? Honestly, I just wanted to get my idea down before it went out of my head...