This story takes place 20 years after the events in Breaking Dawn. It focuses on Jacob and Renesmee's daughter, Sadie and Jared and Kim's son, Braden. Braden regretfully imprinted on Sadie and he's trying to fight the imprint bond. He has resented vampires ever since his childhood human friend was "killed" by one. Sadie is a quiet, lonely girl who thinks she's too different to have any friends.
"Sadie, Julie wake up! It's time to go!" The voice of my father woke me to a start. I blinked away the grogginess and stretched in my cozy bed. This is it. This is the day that my family and I move to dad's hometown…La Push.
Dad constantly talked about wanting to move back home to be closer to his friends and for my sister and i to be closer to both his and mom's family. But, I could tell he just missed everyone and wanted his old life back. Back before he moved to Alaska with my mother to start a family.
I jumped out of bed and rummaged through my suitcase to find a suitable and comfortable outfit to wear for the long drive to Washington. I decided on my grey sweat pants, and a white baggy hoodie. After grabbing my clothes, I took them to the bathroom and placed them on the counter and got ready for my shower.
20 minutes later after drying my way too long and way too curly brown hair I got dressed and grabbed my things. Taking one final look at my now old bedroom I shut the door and headed downstairs.
Mom, dad and my younger sister Julie were all waiting with their things packed. "You ready?" Dad asked with an excited smile. No, I thought. Instead, I put on a small smile and said, "of course".
"Ugh finally we get to move away from this god forsaken land called Alaska". Julie shuddered and rolled her eyes. Julie wasn't anything like me. Although she was 2 years younger than I am, she was insanely prettier in my opinion. She inherited dad's jet black pin straight hair, his tanned skin, and she had bigger boobs than me whereas I inherited mom's curly bronze hair (although mine is far more curlier and puffy), her pale skin and I didn't have the best curves a girl should be blessed with. Julie and I have different personalities so a lot of times we bicker about anything. She was kind of stuck up sometimes and so into fashion whereas I was just laid back and quiet.
"Oh come on. Alaska is your home. It was never that bad." Mom reasoned.
"Uhh… there's like no malls around, the boys are all weird and gross and-" Julie started but didn't get to finish because dad interrupted saying, "Good. You don't need boys. Now come on, I want to get moving."
6 hours later we were still on the road. Dad turned down the radio and cleared his throat. "There's something I wanted to talk to you girls about before we got there."
"What's wrong?" I asked. He looked nervous and dad was rarely ever a nervous man.
Again, he cleared his throat and said, "Well uh, a few of the boys down there aren't the biggest fans of vampires."
"What?!" Julie shrieked. "Are you trying to say they're going to hate us?"
"I don't think they'll hate you, they'll just be more wary of you." He tried to tell us.
Yeah, right. They hate us because we're not like them. We're different. We're freaks. To humans we were beautiful and enticing, courtesy of mom's side of the family obviously, but our beauty intimidated them. They were usually too scared to come near us. To the werewolves, we were freaks because we were hybrids. We had vampire, wolf, and human in us. Although Julie and I don't turn into wolves, we still run a slightly warmer than freezing body temperature. There was no winning here. We were freaks and I learned to accept that long ago.
"Whatever, dad. We're used to it." I sighed and tipped my head back on the head rest of the seat.
"Speak for yourself! I'm not used to it because unlike you I managed to make a few friends back home." Julie sneered. Julie liked to pretend we weren't abnormal. That we were all humans with minor setbacks. Yeah, minor setbacks…like feasting off animal blood. No human does that. No normal one anyway.
I tuned her out by sticking my earphones in and turning up my music all the way. I really didn't feel like listening to Julie's shit and I didn't feel like listening to mom and dad trying to comfort us. A few minutes later, I drifted off into sleep dreaming about wolves running in the forest.
Hope you can handle our shit, La Push.
