Hello everyone!

This is my first fanfic so be kind! I've always loved the wolfpack and feel like we don't enough of their side in La Push so I decided to do a wolf/wolf/human love triangle. Right now I'm not even sure who main character Nicole is gonna end up with. SO buckle your seat belts and choose a side because it's no longer about BELLA/EDWARD/JACOB... its a SETH/NICOLE/EMBRY fiction!

NOTE: None of Twilight is mine. The only thing I own is Nicole Law.

June 3rd (Sunday)

I was heading home. Home? I hadn't had much of a home since I had left La Push. It was where my mother resided. She and my father raised me until I was seventeen in a small house in the center of the reservation. My father passed when I was sixteen to prostate cancer. After his death, everyone treated me differently.

My mother went down the dangerous path of binge drinking. She despised anything that reminded her of Dad. Especially me. I acted like him, according to her. I had never really notice before he died, but Dad was the glue that held our family together. He diffused most of the fights Mom and I had. He had been the silent participant in many loud "discussions" that Mom and I had played a part in. And, man, did we have them?

I was silent, like him, around people I didn't know. But around Mom there was always something I could say. Like her, I'd prided myself on my uncanny ability to say thing that would hurt others the most. Only now after everything I'd been through on the outside, did hate myself for it. My maliciousness was now a habit that I attempted to break. But it always seemed like I hurt everyone around me. It was like a terminal disease to me—I knew there was no hope, but I fought against it anyway.

Besides my mother, my friends changed. School was…weird. When I walked into a room—silence. That's all I ever got. The only sure sign I had that they had just been talking about my sob story—father dead, constantly drunk mom, poor. And to top it all off, my lame ass boyfriend was cheating on me with another slag from his homeroom.

I only found out the last part weeks after Dad's death. It was the final straw that led me away from my childhood home. First, Seattle. And, finally, Miami.

It had been beautiful, but after everything, I thought it was about time I stopped running from my demons. So I'm going back to La Push and to everyone and everything that I had run from as a teen. Back to Mom. That is if she'd take me in. If she's not dead.

I haven't heard anything about her or La Push in years. I have no idea what to expect. Everyone there could've died for all I know. But regardless, I'm going. That's the point.

Suddenly, the plane jerked and shook. As it leveled out again a voice came over the loud speaker, Everyone, this is your captain speaking. We're just experiencing a bit of turbulence. Nothing to worry over, but I would like everyone to remain in their seats if possible for the remaining flight time. We should be landing in Seattle in about another hour or so. Thank you.

I let out the air I'd been holding. I never did like flying, so traveling cross country in a plane was not in my top ten favorite things to do. I unlatched the blind on the window to my left. The sun was in my eyes and would set in about four hours.

Once I landed, I grabbed my bags and drug them to the nearest seat. I sat down and speed-dialed the car rental. Thirty minutes later, a man drove a tan Toyota Corolla under the shelter.

"You have dis car for dos dias." He demanded in a thick Spanish accent.

"Si, senor." I replied smirking. Speaking in Spanish was fun. As long as it was the basics.

After throwing me a glare, he threw me the keys. I grabbed my luggage and loaded it into the trunk. Then, I drove out of the lot and headed for La Push. It would take another hour to get there.

Just as I turned on the radio, my cell rang. I glanced at the id already guessing who it was. Eli.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, baby! What are you up to?"

Typical. He forgot everything.

"I'm on my way to La Push. You remember me telling you I was going home for a visit?" I asked attempting to even out my voice.

"Oh."

"Yeah." I replied curtly.

"Well, I forgot and I was just hoping you could come over tonight. You're Saturdays after all." He sounded annoyed. Perfect.

"I cleared it with you, baby. I'm sure of it." I tried to sound endearing.

"Well, I guess nothing can be done about it now." He gave up.

I sighed. "Why don't you take Carla out to dinner tonight? She's a good date, right?"

"Okay, I'll check." His voice perked a bit.

"Alright, babe. Well, I've gotta run. It's a bad storm out and I need to concentrate on driving." I tried to excuse myself. It really wasn't raining—a surprising feat for the Olympic Peninsula.

"That's fine, baby. I'll talk to you later. Okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine." I automatically replied, not saying a goodbye.

I hung up before he could say anything else. I tossed the phone into the back seat.

I hate getting calls from him. He always wants me to do something. But it's my job, I suppose. Eli Tanner is rich, famous, and the owner of multiple television stations on the eastern seaboard. These qualities sounded intriguing to me when I moved to Miami a year ago.

I had barely graduated online in Seattle before I got out of dodge when I was seventeen. As a result, I took whatever jobs I could get. I was serving food at huge party when I met Eli. The catering company I worked for often did these types of gigs.

I walked back and forth in the kitchen waiting for the tray I was to carry for most of the evening. The event was in the new Hilton in the center of Miami. My boss was ecstatic to have landed this gig so if I dropped another tray, I was done for.

Finally, they finished my tray and I grabbed it in my right hand, steadying it with the left. When I swept through the double doors into the ballroom, I could hardly believe my eyes.

The entire room was gorgeous. Round tables with linen cloths, crystal chandeliers, candles all around, exotic flower arrangements. It was all breathtaking. The people I began to serve looked like royalty. All the men in their finest tuxedos and the women in beautiful ball gowns. I, finally, saw what I wanted. I wanted it all.

I headed over to a particularly large group of people and offered the food around. Just then someone bumped me in the back and I tripped taking the tray down with me. I attempted to be conspicuous and clean the food up myself.

"Nicole! What have you done this time! You're done here! I can't afford this any longer!" My boss scolded me in front of everyone.

"Now, now. I'm sure this is just a little misunderstanding." A voice from behind me said.

I stood up and saw a very handsome man. He looked to be the center of all the attention that had attracted the large crowd.

"I'm sorry Mr. Tanner, but she costs more than she's worth. I simply can't keep her on." My boss replied in her sickly sweet tone.

"Well, if you can't keep the beautiful young lady then I guess I'll be forced to keep her myself." Mr. Tanner replied back. "What is your name, baby?"

"Um, Nicole Law." I answered. Even then he enchanted me.

"Hello, honey. How would you like to work for me? Be my secretary?" he asked.

"But I have no resume to give you, sir. I don't have a completed college education." I explained confused by his offer.

"Oh that doesn't matter, Nikki-baby. I can teach you anything you need to know. Call me Eli." He replied taking my hand.

And for some reason, I did.

After that first night I found out what he needed me for. I learned how to answer the phone and type some on the computer. But what he really needed was beauty. His entire staff was nearly all beautiful women. It seemed he was collector of sorts. Beauty was is obsession. I soon discovered that to survive at the office with Eli I had to win him over.

I was one of the women he took out to events he needed a date for. I'd dress up real pretty and smile. That's all he really needed. But to win him over, there was one thing you had to give that was perhaps too much.

If you were his date that night, you woke up in his bed the next day. At first the idea of this repulsed me. I talked to him about it and he said it was all apart of the job description and told me I could leave whenever I was ready to give up the cash.

I was jobless besides this so I stayed on. I convinced myself that I would get enough cash and then quit for another less compromising job. But when the check came I couldn't force myself to quit. I despised sleeping with him, but it kept food in my stomach and the bills paid.

So here I was, still in his greedy clutches. I had become one of his regulars. Even the paparazzi knew my name now. At least in Florida. Since I'm one of his favorite girls, he lets me do pretty much anything I want. I could fly to Fiji all expenses paid and he wouldn't care at all. Except the fact that I wouldn't be with him for a few days.

He was surprisingly possessive of me in a way that he wasn't with the other girls. It didn't bother me too much. But it did mean that I had to be around him more. I couldn't have a real relationship as long as I worked for him. But I couldn't afford anything without him. I was equally cursed and blessed in this situation. Blessed that I was paid so well without a college education. Cursed because I was his muse, never allowed to have a real life.

I didn't want the money so much as I needed it. I was saving up. After paying bills and whatnot I placed the money in my account for a college fund. I wanted to go to school for fine arts. I loved drawing mostly, but could hold my own in painting. The job with Eli ensured that I could go to college before I hit my mid-life crisis. Strangely enough, I hadn't picked up a brush or pencil in years. I never had time to sketch anymore.

I turned off the highway onto a one lane highway. Forks should be over the next hill. Then… La Push. I drove through the streets of Forks faster than I would have liked. All the lights seemed to be green despite the fact that it was supposed to be six o'clock traffic. Fate was pushing me to her—mom. At this moment, Fate just really needs to go to hell.

I passed through the city limits and slowed the Corolla down to a dead man's pace. Suddenly though, there was another car—a Volvo?—behind me. It sped down the highway until it reached me and rode my bumper.

It honked at me. The 'tard actually honked at me!

I was beyond angry now. My temper had never been my strong suit obviously. Now I was absolutely livid. Then, suddenly, and without warning, the guy revved his engine and hit high gear, riding in the other lane to pass me.

As he passed I flipped him off, though he probably didn't see it as fast as he flew by. Volvo owners were stupid douches! After all, Eli owned about four.

During this interaction, I had sped slightly carrying me closer and closer to my doom—*cough, cough*—I mean, La Push. As I reached the theatrical "Welcome to La Push" sign, I saw the Volvo owner had pulled over. Some random guy and this girl were getting out of it. A few feet away another car was parked. Something red and smallish—I don't know car speak! Another guy—Quileute from his skin tone—stood in front of it. Half-naked!

As much as I would've loved to check out his noticeably rocking abs all day, I decided it would be…therapeutic if I were to honk at the douche-like Volvo guy. So I did. They watched as I passed, but didn't seem too upset. Crap! It's only therapeutic if they get pissed. Whatever.

I realized soon I had hit the center of the rez. Where my mom lived. As much as the aspect of seeing her was "agreeable" to me, I decided to do something else therapeutic. I would avoid her until I couldn't anymore.

I opted to hit the small store that was a few streets down from my old home. Not many cars were there thankfully. I didn't want to run into anyone who would recognize me yet. Then again, I never wanted anyone who knew me two years ago to recognize me ever.

Leave it to me to figure this out NOW!

I parked the car and hopped out heading straight for the door. As I opened the glass door, small jingles resounded from the bells attached overhead. I glanced up at them in hatred. Traitors!

And surprisingly they were traitors. I looked back down at the sound of a gasp coming from the checkout counter.

Perfect. Here we go.

I put on a happy face and walked in.

Soooooo? What did ya think? Be honest, but please don't curse me out if you disliked. If you stick around you'll see some werewolfy fun I promise! (Quil, Seth, Leah, Embry) will come in a few!)

And did anyone notice the obnoxious silver Volvo and the characters involved? I stole the hating of the Volvo bit. Sorry but there probably won't be any serious Edward bashing. It was just so you all would realize the time line we're in.

Laters Babes!

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