Hey, so this is my first story for Twilight. I promised myself that I would never write one, but this idea just kept bugging me and bugging me, so I gave in. -.-

IMPORTANT: So the tribe and places are made up. I don't really feel like doing research for this just because it is going to be a fun thing for me, not an actual story that I'm going spend all night thinking about. So no research is actually going to be done. But I still hope it's a good story.

Oh yeah, I don't own Twilight.

I think to adequately tell my story, I must first provide my back-story. I believe that a back-story is almost as iimportant as the story itself, unless the back-story is the story itself, but then it would be considered the story itself and there would be no back-story at all.

Now that I've thoroughly confused you (not to mention me) with a paragraph that has no literary purpose whatsoever, I will continue to tell my tale.

My father's name was William Caldwell. I never saw him. Ever. I'm what you call the result of a one night stand, although my mother would tell you that I was planned by someone. She's crazy like that. Anyway, I think it's safe to say that my father was African-American judging by my unmanageable curly hair, which was the only thing that I got from him. I can only assume this, however, because I'm pretty sure my mom doesn't remember anything from that night.

My mother is a full-blooded Leeha Indian. She moved down to Georgia when she was eighteen from the reservation in Pennsylvania. My grandma still lives in Nioz which is about 10 miles away from another small town called Polk. I've visited a few times and every single time, my grandma would start telling me legends of our tribe. "You need to know this stuff, Brooklyn," she would tell me, then she would start telling me about how my ancestors would turn into bobcats to protect the tribe from the "cold demons".

I never really paid any attention to these stories until the summer when I turned fifteen. It was a very odd summer too. There was a serial killer around our area. I wasn't allowed out anywhere without a stun gun and a huge group of friends. Then things started to get weirder. I was hungry all the time, I grew six inches, I leaned out and grew a six pack, which I had to admit was kind of cool, but also kind of freaky since I had an aversion to working out.

On July 3, my mom and I were arguing about me going to a friends house for Independence day. She was all freaked out because of the serial killer, but I thought she was being ridiculous about the whole thing. I wasn't really that upset because I knew she was right, but all of the sudden I just snapped. Suddenly, I was not even human. I was a giant cat and I was pissed. Then I freaked out when my mom started screaming like a maniac and I saw my clothes shredded all over the floor. Needless to say, I ruined a lot of furniture that day.

My mom eventually called grandma, who instead of helping us herself, sent a dude from our tribe to come down and explain. His name was Will and he was the "pride" leader apparently. He told everything that my grandmother had ever told me. We also figured out that the serial killings where that of a vampire. Fun stuff.

It took me an entire week to calm down enough to change back to my original, human state. By then, the killings had stopped, Mom had sold the house and bought one up in Polk, and all of our stuff was packed and in U-hauls.

Moving closer to the "pride" was actually a good thing for me. So far there was only six of us: Will, Josh, Kate, Liam, Lisa, and now me. They all seemed very detached, well, except for Kate and Josh. They made sure to welcome me with a little too much gusto, but it was nice. I actually felt that I belonged there.

There weren't any vampires in the area when I moved there, but we still were always careful. I started school, but not on the reservation. My mom still didn't like the fact that I could transform int a huge bobcat, but I thought it was the coolest thing that had ever happened to me. Eventually, I got a job at a local diner and started making money. Things fell into a pattern that was stable, but also boring. It stayed that way for about two years.

Then, my life turned upside down. And this is where the story begins.