Chapter One – Meet the Vampire

It was the first day of 8th grade.

Sure, that might not seem like a big deal, but it was to me. I was always home schooled, but I finally convinced both my parents to allow me to go to a public middle school. Maybe I would be able to make some friends instead of the usual people in the tribe I live in.

I ate breakfast tentatively. My dad, Jacob Black, gave me a wicked grin.

"Nervous, honey?" He asked.

I merely nodded as I stared at my bowl of cereal. Frosted Flakes. They're very sugary and not very good for your blood sugar, but they are delicious and great for a quick breakfast.

My name is Kimiko Black. I have light hazel skin and long ebony hair with chocolate brown eyes to match. I live in a reservation named La Push and I am 13 years old. A fresh teenager.

Oh yeah! Did I forget to mention that my dad is a werewolf?

You heard that right.

He is a werewolf.

There are a few werewolves in La Push, and we are supposed to keep it quiet. If anyone knows outside of La Push, we would be in big trouble.

But there's also the werewolf's enemy. The vampires.

Or what Dad loves to nickname-bloodsuckers, leeches, etc.

I have never met one, but my parents keep on bickering to me that to steer clear of vampires, and if confronted with one, spray it with pepper spray.

They always gave me pepper spray when Christmas comes around.

What a great gift to give to your precious daughter!

Ivy Black, my mother who looked like an older version of me, ambled in the kitchen where we were eating breakfast and frowned at my poor choice of food.

"Kimiko! What are you doing eating frosted flakes?" She referred to frosted flakes like it was as tasty as garbage.

"Well Dad here is a horrible cooker," I pointed at Dad, who gave us both a sheepish grin.

Mom sighed, frowning in concern just like a regular overprotective mom. "Jacob, about the transportation for Kimiko. Do you really think it's safe?"

It was a well amount of distance to Forks Middle School ((I know, they have so much imagination on names!)) so I had to get a ride somehow. I told them I could just ride my bike, but they immediately gave me a no.

Besides…I was a little apprehensive riding with my dad.

He was careful, but back in his own days he would always brag about his many assortments of motorcycles, talking about them as if they were his own children.

Makes me feel so special.

I'm more like my mom. Kind…caring…not a daredevil.

"Have fun at school, remember to call home if you don't like it," My overprotective mom said as she kissed my forehead, and gave a quick kiss on the lips to Dad.

"Come on squirt," Dad said as he ruffled my hair. Heat hovered over my head.

I was used to the hot temperature that Dad gave off. It was a werewolf thing.

Today was surprisingly neutral. It wasn't raining, but it wasn't sunny either. The clouds hid the sun away, like a secret that was supposed to be kept. Like the werewolf secret.

Dad started his motorcycle and I saw Hiro, Jared and Kim's son. I gave him a quick smile as he waved back before he walked off somewhere.

He wasn't happy with the fact that I, who didn't want to be home schooled like the other kids around my age, wanted to have contact with someone other than the people in our tribe.

I heard the revving of a motorcycle, and I turned my attention back to Dad. Mom had thought that me just sitting on the same seat behind Dad was as equal the danger of jumping off a cliff, so there was a little seat connected next to the motorcycle.

He grinned at me wolfishly. "Soo…do you like that Hiro boy? He seems pretty nice."

I blushed. "Dad!" I protested. "Quit diving into my love life!"

"I'm just saying," He muttered nonchalantly. "I mean if you want a date, I can arrange one for you. I know his parents pretty well."

I sat in the little car with a pout.

"So that's a yes?" Dad raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No, Dad, that's a- if-you-ever-arrange-any-kind-of-the-dates-I-go-on-I-will-never-talk-to-you-again," I retorted.

"Got it ma'am!" Dad mockingly said, raising one arm in salute, but when we swerved off for a milli-second, my heart thumped.

"Holy CRAP Dad!" I exclaimed, holding onto the car seat even though we were back on the road, him driving steadily.

"Sorry…" He said apologetically. His nose wrinkled in distaste. "Ugh…I smell leeches."

"Huh?" I sniffed the air. "I smell nothing."

"That's because you aren't cool like me," He said with pride.

This was going to be a long ride.

X O X O X O

We arrived and I stared at the building I would be going to everyday. It wasn't too bad,

"Have fun honey," was the last thing he said before he drove off.

The sound made a few heads turn, which turned at me, and I could see someone coming at me. Did I do anything wrong already?

"Hello! I'm Rachel Newton!" She said brightly. Rachel wore two blonde pigtails that swayed whenever she moved even a little, and sapphire eyes. "Who are you?"

I flinched at the sudden chat she had made. "Um…Kimiko Black."

Her eyes blinked. "So you came from La Push?"

"Yes."

"That's cool! What's your schedule?"

I gave her a worn out piece of paper as she examined it thoroughly. "Hmm…let's see…I have…three classes with you!" She smiled widely.

My lips portrayed a small smile back. "Fun," I said, although I wasn't sure if I meant it or not.

Someone walked into the school, and he caught my eye immediately. He looked a little different from the other people, pale…but he was definitely hot.

I mean in the way he walked, looked, it was everything.

Rachel caught what I was looking at and her happy face was replaced with an angry one. "What are you looking at?" She snapped.

"Um…" I snapped back to reality. "Who's he?" I nodded my head in his direction.

"He is Ethan Cullen, and he is mine." She stormed off in a dash, which left me alone.

It wasn't like I offended her by just looking at a guy right?

X O X O X O

First class was English, and that wasn't so bad. We had started off by writing a paper by ourselves, 128 words maximum, which wasn't much.

As soon as Mrs. Miller ((The English teacher)) left the room to copy something, the class erupted in a classroom colored with voices. Everyone started talking amongst themselves.

I felt really left out, because it seemed like everyone knew each other probably since kindergarten, and I felt like I was an outsider, not welcome in this school.

Maybe I really had made the wrong choice by going to public school.

A girl with silky brown hair and modest green eyes sat next to me curiously. "Hello. You seem alone."

"You are correct," I said quietly while I kept working on the assignment, the words flying off my pen.

"I'm Erika Cheney," she introduced. Okay, so she wasn't as talkative as that Rachel girl.

"Kimiko Black,"

"Cool…did you just move here?"

"No…I live in La Push." I twirled with my pencil. "Hey, I have a question to ask,"

"Hopefully I'll have the answer…what is it?"

"Is Ethan Cullen's girlfriend Rachel Newton?" I blurted out a little too loud. Some people looked at us, but then quickly turned back to their conversations when they saw we noticed them.

Erika almost laughed. "Rachel has no chance on Earth to be Ethan's girlfriend," She rested her head on her hand, staring off into space. "Ethan is more of a loner."

"I see…" A little part of me sighed in relief. Even though I knew I had no chance with someone as hot as him.

"Who is he really?" I yearned to know more about this person,"

"Um…I don't know…he seems different, but I really don't talk to him much."

I was going to ask more, but Mrs. Miller came back into the classroom, and we turned back to our assignments, as if we had never stopped working.

She gave us a proud look as she sat at her desk checking some papers.

X O X O X O

School was over. Instead of fighting the crowd that pushed through, eager to escape this educational prison, I waited at my locker.

I was having a hard time with the locker anyways, fumbling with the stupid locker combination. I had to admit, this was much more harder than at home, where only the hardest things were to if Dad would teach me things correctly and if they were accurate.

"Need help?" A silky voice asked. I whipped around and saw that hot guy I was eyeing earlier.

Now that I had looked closer, he had white-blonde hair that seemed to shine and his eyes were amber quartz.

His eyes were so breathtaking it actually took my breath away. I almost turned blue from the impact.

"Hello?" He asked, waving his hand in my face. "You there?"

"Ah! I mean, I'm sorry. I mean…well I'm Kimiko Black." I couldn't believe it, the words were just pouring out of my mouth like rushing water.

He smirked, which made my heart skip a beat. "I'm Ethan Cullen."

I gulped. "Nice…to…meet you."

"Well I have to go." Ethan walked away before I could take a last look at him.

I turned back to the locker and hit my head along with my locker. "Dang it!" I cried out in exasperation. "I forgot to ask him for help with my locker."

"Why didn't you ask earlier?" Ethan reappeared again without even a sound of a feather dropping which made me shriek out in surprise. Good thing there was no one else here except the janitor who just gave us a quick glance before muttering the word, "Couples these days,"

He smirked again.

"You scared me to death!" I exclaimed, placing my hand over my chest.

"You don't even know half of that saying," he muttered.

I giggled a little, even though I didn't know what he meant.

"So what's your locker combination?" He asked.

"37, 3, and then 33." I said automatically. I had memorized my locker combination so I didn't need to bring the slip along.

He twisted the combination so quickly it passed by like a blur. He was so close to me he smelled sweet. I didn't know how to explain this wondrous scent.

Ethan opened it up with ease and I thanked him as I took my coat out.

"No problem…well I'm off," Like again, he was gone in the blink of an eye.

How strange.

As I walked out of the building, the rain started to pour.

Well great.

I couldn't see Dad's motorcycle in sight, and I didn't want to wait, so I decided to walk home.

It would take a while, but what other choice did I have?

I had grown up on La Push, but unfortunately I wasn't so sure about Forks.

Ambling randomly towards the direction that Dad's motorcycle came from, I led myself into a forest.

The rain only pounded stronger, making it harder for me to see.

"Ugh…"I muttered as the rain veiled everything in sight. Stupid rain. Stupid forest. Stupid everything.

Except Ethan. I sighed like a foolish dreamer in love until I was back to reality. Wet raining reality.

I longed to be back home, to be in Dad's warm arms, no matter how much I would be in trouble after this. I shivered uncontrollably, my body wanting to be warmed, but all in return it got was soaked.

I gasped in surprise as my feet didn't touch ground.

My whole body was emerged in icy cold water.

Oh crap. I fell in a river.

After a few minutes, I noticed that I was drowning so I swam back up, but the current was strong, and held me down with a firm grip.

Whenever I reached air, I would gasp out to breathe, but only so swiftly would the water pull me down again.

My head was feeling light-headed. So I was about to die…what fun.

But then strong arms pulled me up and onto the ground, where still the rain splattered me with drops.

I couldn't see who my savior was, since I was so tired.

And then I blacked out.

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Author's Note- I know, I know. You're thinking there are a lot of loopholes in this story and plot. I HAD to write it, so attack me with all your questions and I will try to answer them. I really don't like to write fan fictions; since it's not original work, but this one stuck with me so I just had to write it.

Please review and tell me any improvements needed to be made, questions needed to be asked, or maybe just tell me I did a good job!

Thanks so much!

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Vickie