The amount of rain this town had was almost alarming, and that was saying something considering Adelaide had lived in the rainier part of Florida. Sadly, in this place, there was no warm weather to counteract the freezing rain. So as Adelaide brought boxes upon boxes into her room, she alternated between tugging on her sweatshirt and yanking it off. You may be asking, Adelaide, why would you move from Florida to the utensil town of Forks, Washington? Why would you leave such warmth for such gloomy weather?
The answer to that would be simple. Her mother was hell-bent on finding out more on her great grandmother, who had been very closed off and private during her life.
Adelaide had never met her, but heard stories of her through her grandmother and mother. The woman had been very quiet, and sad for most of her life. No matter how much her great-grandfather had tried to lift her spirits, it never worked. Although with him, Isabella could somewhat be happy.
So when Adelaide's mother Renee found Isabella's old house for sale, she swiped away and packed their life up for this worn down house and rainy town. Adelaide was less than thrilled to leave her life, but of course had no choice.
It wasn't too bad, Adelaide mused as she climbed up the worn wooden steps to her bedroom. She did have her mother's promise to visit her friends on vacations, and of course she had Snapchat and Facetime and Facebook and all of that to keep up with her old friends. It helped that she was great at making new friends, so she wouldn't be alone for long.
After she had finally placed the last box on her floor, she took a step back and a deep breath. Placing her hands on the doorframe, she closed her eyes and focused on the memories.
It took a moment, flickering like a bad TV reception, before becoming clear and flooding her with scenes of the people who inhabited the house before her.
A dark skinned middle aged man packing up his belongings while teenage twins scurry about, the same man staring lovingly at twin babies placed in a bassinet. Adelaide pushed past those, he must have been the previous owner and not Isabella. A few more people skipped by, Adelaide pushing past them in search of Isabella until, finally, a depressed looking brown haired teenager came into focus. But, as soon as Adelaide focused on her, she faded out like a bad reception.
Adelaide opened her eyes, frowning. Why couldn't she see her?
She focused again, this time speeding past the others until she found Isabella again, this time managing to grasp glimpses. Isabella packing up boxes, staring out the window looking like a ghost, and then, crystal clear, Isabella sitting with what looked like a marble sculpted god. His eyes were gold, his messy hair perfectly styled, his jawline could cut through anything. Interestingly enough, Isabella looked... happy.
As fast as it came, it was gone, and Adelaide fell forward onto the hardwood floor, a solid thud marking her fall.
"Everything alright Addi?" Her mother called up the stairs, breathless from rearranging their furniture.
"Peachy," Adelaide called back, rubbing her skinned elbows. Who was the boy with Isabella?
"Come help me with the couch!" Her mother demanded, irritation clear in her tone.
With a roll of her eyes, Adelaide headed downstairs, the mysterious golden eyed boy stuck in her thoughts.
Making friends in Forks was harder than Adelaide had thought. The boys were more than happy to be friendly, but they didn't realize that she was able to tell what their intentions with girls were. The girls were simply catty and unkind to outsiders. She guessed that was what you got with small towns.
One of the only kind people she had met was Tamara Newton, a golden haired blonde with kind brown eyes framed by long thick lashes and impeccable eyeliner. She had complimented Adelaide's makeup, and the two had gotten into a discussion over their favorite brands.
By the end of the week, Adelaide had made two friends, Tamara Newton and Jasmine Crowley. The two of them had roots going back hundreds of years with Forks, and through their interactions Adelaide was able to see that their ancestors had been friends with Isabella. As usual, anytime she tried to see Bella's past, it was like staring into a fuzzy TV reception. It was driving her nuts.
"Did you hear about the new doctor?" Jasmine asked as they walked to their respective vehicles, her dark curls bouncing with every step she took.
"My mom said he's super attractive." Tamara supplied, digging through her purse for her keys.
"Your mom works at the hospital?" Adelaide turned her eyes to Tamara, who nodded in response.
"His kids start on Monday," Jasmine continued. "They're all adopted."
Adelaide had the faintest memory forming in her mind, but it wouldn't show. It was the same feeling you get when you can't remember the name of something but you can see it in your mind, and no matter how hard you tried to focus on it it just wouldn't show up.
To say Adelaide was irritated was an understatement. Why would the mentioning of the doctors family bring that sort of sensation to mind?
"Have a good weekend guys!" Jasmine broke into Adelaide's thoughts, and she absentmindedly waved goodbye to her friend.
Unlocking the door to her car, Adelaide cranked the music up and drove home. She didn't have many plans for the weekend, her homework was done (perks of not having many friends meant she could utilize study hall). All she planned was exploring more of the Swan house.
No matter how many times she drove anywhere in Forks, she was constantly shocked by the greenery. As much as she wished she despised Forks, she couldn't help but fall in love with all the muted colors.
Before she turned down the road that would lead to her house, she hesitated and kept driving. She had heard a lot of talk about La Push, the Indian reservation, and decided now would be as good a time as any to go explore it. Her mother would be gone this weekend, she had a few loose ends to wrap up in Florida. Adelaide didn't mind not being able to go, considering she had been promised a christmas trip back.
Pulling into a beach marked plainly as "First Beach", Adelaide felt the familiar pull of memories. That was a good sign, she decided as she stepped out of her car. It meant that her great grandmother had been here. Or more likely, her great grandfather had visited this place frequently when he was alive and running wolf.
Ah, yes. The werewolf thing. Adelaide was the only living Swan that knew of that truth. It had died out with her great grandfather Jacob, but with Adelaide's odd ability she stumbled upon it while going through a few of his things. Jacob Black was quite the alpha back in the day.
The minute she stepped foot onto first beach she was overwhelmed with visions of her great grandfather, and what she assumed were his werewolf friends. It all whipped past her and flooded her mind, overwhelming her until she couldn't see First Beach anymore and was sucked straight into only viewing the past.
When she finally snapped out of it, she had seen every bonfire, every pack meeting, every single thing that had happened on this beach that included her great grandfather. Oh, and of course, there was a dark haired man standing over her looking quite alarmed.
"I think we should call an ambulance," She registered the man saying, and she quickly stumbled to her feet.
"There's no need for that!" Adelaide said assuringly. "Just spaced out is all."
"You fell to your knees with your eyes rolling around like you were blind, laid down on the sand, and wouldn't speak." He said critically.
"That happens," Adelaide shrugged it off, and stuck out her hand. "I'm Adelaide."
"Sam," He gingerly shook her hand. "Have you ever gotten your "spacing out" checked out?"
"No," Adelaide said slowly, her hand still wrapped in his. His great grandfather was Sam Uley, who had been Jacob's alpha until Jacob took over. This man had the wolf gene.
"I'll just take this back." Sam removed his hand from hers and eyed her warily.
"I uh," Adelaide rubbed her forehead. "My great grandfather used to live here."
"You are Quileute descent?" Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked over her pale skin. It wasn't as dark as his, but there was a slight tan tint to it.
Adelaide felt the sudden urge to defend her heritage, and stuck her nose up slightly. "I am, actually. Jacob Black was my great grandfather."
"You're a Black?" Sam's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets. "There hasn't been a Black on this reservation in nearly a hundred years."
"I'm aware of that." Adelaide fibbed. "My mom bought her great grandmother's house. It's in Forks. I just wanted to come see where my grandfather had grown up."
Sam nodded. "Interesting. He and my great grandfather were friends, at one point."
"That's pretty cool," Adelaide responded awkwardly. She knew that Jacob had up and left his entire pack and his dad to go live a life with Bella, and then never visited until his dad had died. If there were any of the pack left, they would shun the name Jacob Black. Or in this instance, Adelaide Swan. Her mother had taken Isabella's last name and given it to Adelaide.
Sam opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but focused his eyes behind her, near the woods. Adelaide glanced behind her, and saw a flash of grey through the trees.
"Hey, well it was nice meeting you but I gotta go," Sam said abruptly. "Maybe I'll see you around here again?"
"Sure." Adelaide smiled brightly.
Sam nodded to her, and jogged off towards the woods. Giving him privacy, she turned to look at the ocean so he could disappear into wolf mode. Interesting to know that the boys were still shifting. But wouldn't that mean there were vampires around?
Adelaide decided to lay her flannel down on the sand, and sit. Considering she had nothing to do for the weekend, she would spend the rest of her Friday watching the waves. It gave her mind time to think. Maybe she could find Jacob's old house? Search and see what she could possibly find.
What did Forks have in store for her?
this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, so i figured I'd post it! if there's interest, i'll post the next chapter! leave me a review telling me what you think!
-theflyinggraysons