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The leaves rustled around me as I sat obediently on the ground, obediently to my own commands. Sam didn't bother me anymore, we were hardly of any relation, he was hardly Alpha to me. I was a loner werewolf, if you could call it that.
I remembered what my mother had said to me, when Billy had explained everything to her.
"May the spirits guide you to what is destined," she said softly, before the leaving the house.
I could go home if I wanted to.
I grew up in the Makah tribe, until I turned sixteen a little over six months ago. My mother then explained everything to me, confessing what I truly was.
I was part of the Quilette tribe. My father had been born and raised there, and technically, Billy Black was my Uncle. He had had a much younger brother, I mean, it is the year 2019. Nothing much has changed besides some new technologies and sun power. No more gasoline. But I was born in 2003, and Billy was ancient now. They weren't exactly young.
Almost around the time I was born, werewolves of all things were becoming of my father's tribe. It was nearly inexcusable that two tribe people come together. But my father was dead. And by Makah law, you belong to your father's family. My mother had lied to the whole village, saying that my father's entire family was wiped out, died, gone.
Mom had taken me to Billy, explaining everything. He nodded, understandingly, his wheelchair not really making a difference to anything with wisdom in his eyes. He looked upon me sadly, almost. I didn't know their secret until it happened.
I had been left on my own lately, but I couldn't understand why. I needed comfort more than anything right then. But when I changed, I understood why.
They didn't want to be mauled.
I had caught the scent of a wonderful smell.
That had soon turned to stink.
Billy's son, or my cousin, Jacob, was on his honeymoon. Billy said he was twenty-nine, but really, Jacob was frozen forever at sixteen years old, and so was I unless I chose to give up.
I ran through all of their minds, and I knew everything they did now. About the dreaded Cullen family. Vampires. Of course, we were on friendly terms, and I had heard particular stories from our tribe about the Quilette tribe.
But it was all real?
Since I was descended from the last great chief, I had apparently the same powers as Jacob. I could ignore Sam if I wanted to, and I did. All the time.
I didn't want to meet a vampire. Even though Jacob had just left with his half-vampire lover, Renesmee, her stink was all over, and my hairs stood on end just thinking about it. I would always avoid the Cullen family, no matter what.
Being half Makah made a difference to me. They all shied away from me. I used to hate being alone. Now I was content with it. I did belong in the pack, in a way. But technically, once Jacob got back, they had explained that usually wolf brothers for the alpha term fought. I wasn't his brother. But being directly descended from the alpha line still meant that Jacob and I would have to fight.
I dreaded the day I would meet Jacob.
Technically, my name was Kerrin Mathew Black, but I still wanted to be Kerrin Mathew Sintmi, a Makah member. I wanted nothing to do with being a stupid werewolf.
I really hoped I wouldn't imprint on someone.
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I made positive that being 236 years old was nothing to be positive about. I absolutely hated it.
Yet what other choice did I have?
I'd acquired money over the years. Vast amounts. As a nomad, I was perfectly content to be who I was. But I had come to Forks, interested. In cities, I had smelled vampires.
But no bloodshed at all. No missing people.
I was curious. They had said there were "strange ones" out there who only ate vegetarian. I was careful to eat vegetarian lately, so not to upset their permanent residence here in Forks.
It was hard.
So I kept to the forest, to avoid human temptation. It was easier that way, and soon enough, I would look out for the curious vampires. Because I really wanted to meet them.
I jumped from the tree, and started to run. I could never keep still. I let my mind wander, savoring the freedom of running. I've outrun any vampire I've ever seen in my entire existence, and being a vampire for 230 years, well, that's saying something.
I did try and control myself in the beginning. I ended up killing my lover, my creator praising me. I was crushed. Being in a heartache turned me evil.
I was born in 1793 in Massachusetts. These thoughts are…hazy, misguided. Unfocused. But I remember my parents well. They lived for me, cared for me, and I loved them in return. We were poor, and I knew that. I turned sixteen the one year, and we were to be married. Oliver and I. We were made for each other.
Then while out milking the cow, a vampire overtook me. He grabbed me, nearly suffocated me by covering my mouth, and dragged me off. He intended to kill me, until he heard the wolves howl. He must have been scared, because he ran away.
I was left there for three days, burning in agony, until I awoke. I was fresh, new, and my throat clawed at me in a rage I've never known. I nearly went mad. Then my creator returned, smiling at me. He loved me. I thought I had loved him, but I was new. So I followed him. He took me to my home, and I heard the fights.
My dad was threatening to kill Oliver, thinking he had raped me and dragged me off. It was winter. He swore he didn't, and cried and begged to help them find me. He went out of the house.
I was so bloodthirsty, I killed my fiancée.
I was in pain, I could not get over myself, so eventually I left Oliver on my parent's doorstep. I attended the funeral. I had a careful hold on myself, even though it burned. After what I did to Oliver, I couldn't bring myself to kill people I knew. I watched my parents walk away from me. The mirror showed myself that I looked nothing like I had in a human life, and they always remained in their lives, thinking I was dead, somewhere. I wanted to cry so badly. Eventually, I could not ignore my thirst. I went to Philadelphia. I killed people, and my creator helped me, until I'd had enough. I still fed on humans, but I was fed up with him. He had no skill in fighting, and apparently I had a natural instinct to protect myself, or at least have strategy. I killed him.
I attended my parent's funeral, and watched American history pass me by.
Everything was sad around me, and I lived as a nomad, always freed from my burdens in a way when I ran. My life was pointless. I communicated with no one else. I know only of my life, and history. I cannot attend the "high schools" they have now, even though I learned enough from listening to conversations pass me by.
Suddenly I came to a house in the middle of the forest. I stopped abruptly. All around was the scent of vampires. They had a permanent residence? Impossible. I went up to the door, sucking in my breath so I wouldn't kill any humans that might be inside. There was also a stench that made me hiss….it was faint, maybe six months old. But it triggered a natural instinct that made me quiver, growling inwardly. I liked this place, but not the faint smell.
Before I even got to the door, it was wrenched open, and out popped an incredibly small vampire. A child? No. She was pixie like with black spiky hair, faraway golden eyes and a smile. I cringed, resisting the urge not to hiss. Be nice, Ara, I told myself.
"Hello Ara!" she said in a girly voice, spinning and dancing gracefully toward me. I was struck dumb, appalled.
"You can't read minds?" I asked, even my perfect voice stuttering a little.
"No, no, but Edward can. I can see the future, we've been waiting for you, Ara Elizabeth."
"It's Ara McKenna," I said stiffly.
"Oh, I wasn't sure if you wanted me to use your last name or not, so I used your middle name." she smiled. I squinted at her a moment, and I opened my mouth to speak. But she beat me to it.
"I am Alice Cullen," she introduced me, smiling away, holding out a hand. It didn't smell at all, it smelled nice. Like lavender and sunshine, but a little weaker. Her golden eyes were strange. I took her hand and pumped.
"Please, let me ask you things without you knowing. It's very strange," I asked her as politely as I could manage, without trying to his. We were walking toward a spot in the ground where the smell was slightly stronger.
"Sure, and I am sure you smell it?" Alice wrinkled her nose.
"Yes," I replied, doing the same.
"It is…a peculiar smell. You won't have to worry about it. A guest room is prepared upstairs, and the entire house is cleaned out with bleach."
Indeed, I could smell it.
The house from the outside was rustic and grand, and when we were inside, it was surprisingly light and wide open, with sofas. A piano was in the corner with a spiraling staircase.
"Welcome," Alice said to me.
I let my breath come out in a whoosh and then sucked in some more air. Like I needed it…well, I did to talk.
"It's…just lovely," I managed. I would die to live like this. Or, in a sense, re-die.
"Meet my family," Alice said, her grin, if possible, even wider. In an instant, many vampires were beside us. Such a large coven!!! I smiled, trying to seem polite.
"This is Carlisle, my father," Alice smiled, and I shook the hand of a vampire who was young and blond, carefully combed back with a doctor's coat on. He smelled strongly of morphine.
"Why…" I began to ask. He laughed, a wonderful sound. "Ah, I work in a hospital. Impossible to believe, yes, but I have had years of practice. 1600s, and the smell doesn't bother me."
"No?" I gasped.
"I have grown used to it, and I love my job," he chuckled again, before Alice moved on.
"Esme, my mother," she said.
"Hello," I said shyly.
"It's wonderful to meet you, Ara. Alice has talked about you much from her visions," she smiled. Esme had beautiful brown hair. It was so strange to be around so many vampires, and memories came flooding back for times where I would have flushed scarlet. They made me feel so natural here.
"This is Jasper," Alice laughed now, kissing a tall, blond vampire. "He can control emotions."
Maybe that's why.
"This is Emmett." I stared up into the face of a huge vampire with muscles beyond compare of the normal. My strange eyes widened and Emmett boomed with laughter. "I'm quite strong, you see," he wheezed through laughter.
"Rosalie," Alice continued, smiling indifferently. I was nearly overcome with shock. Rosalie was beautiful beyond compare, utterly gorgeous. She did not smile until Emmett pulled her into a hug. So all the couples were Carlisle and Esme, Alice and Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie.
"This is Bella, she has a mind shield, and my best friend!! My sister," Alice cried, hugging Bella. Her eyes were also golden, and smiling, but I could tell there was a pain behind her eyes. She had a mind shield…amazing. Her beautiful red-brown hair fanned out around her, and the most delectable scent wavered off of her…
"And this is Edward," Alice finished. My head snapped up to face a very handsome, bronze colored vampire with a crooked smile and deep golden eyes.
"You can read minds," I remembered.
"Yes," Edward smiled, as he hugged Bella reassuringly. They were a couple too.
And in a matter of minutes, I found myself at home and listening to their stories.