A/N: Okay, so this is my first fanfic, so go easy on the reviewing please. Also, for the sake of the story, Seth is older than he actually is in the books. I know that in the books, he's around about 13, but for the sake of the story, he's 16, making him a sophomore. Plus, I'm also going to take suggestions, so I know what you as the reader wants to see happen in the story. So, Review! ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own the books, that's all that need be said :)

Summary: After discovering from her Grandmother the truth about her ancestry in Salem, Penelope's life begins to change drastically. Too bad that's not all the Fate's have in stored for her.

Start.

Chapter 1

"Penelope!" I looked up, staring at my friend in surprise.

"What?" I asked bewilderedly. She stared at me with a deadpanned expression, looking slightly peeved at my confusion. "You fell asleep! I'm trying to have a normal conversation with you, and suddenly you collapse into your tray! Who the hell does that?" she hissed.

I do, apparently.

"Sorry Kaylie, I- I haven't been getting much sleep lately" I replied lamely. She looked at me for a minute, a calculating expression on her face.

"Nightmares again?" she asked. I simply nodded.

Her expression changed, she now looked at me sympathetically. "Have you told anyone?" she asked. I shrugged, "There's nothing anyone can do, and they're just nightmares".

She glared, "Well clearly they're a problem if you can't even stay awake for me to talk to! I was talking about something really important and you had your face buried in your food!" she began pouting, "oh yeah, you've got ketchup all over your face by the way" she waved a hand dismissively. I moved my hand up to my face, only to pull it away and find a sticky red substance on my fingertips. Gross.

I glared at her, "Thanks for warning me earlier!" I hissed, only now noticing a group of freshmen snickering whilst looking over at me a few tables down. I wiped my face with a tissue, glared at the freshmen and smiled gleefully when they turned away with fearful expressions, and turned back around to the still pouting girl next to me. "And what do you mean you were talking about something 'really important'? Last thing I remember you going on about was 'Bradley White'." I said mockingly.

She straightened up defensively, sending me an offended look.

"I was not!" she practically screeched, "... but now that you've brought him up, it was so great! I was talking to him in chemistry the other day-"

I groaned. I wish Elaina was here; normally she's the one to take the full force of Kaylie's over enthusiasm. But, as it turns out, she was out sick, with the flu... that she'd gotten from me last week. Oh, karma, what a bitch you are.

The bell rang, and normally, in these types of cases, someone would say something corny and cliché such as 'Wooh! Saved by the Bell!'.

Well, no. Kaylie was in my next two classes. I stood up, still pretending to be interested in what she was saying, when I accidentally bumped into someone. My tray went flying, and my leftover food went everywhere.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry" I heard someone say, but I was too busy trying to pick up the leftover's of my salad so I wouldn't have to leave it for the janitors. I always felt they had enough hard work to do without having picking up after us. "Here, let me help with that"

The person was clearly female, that much was obvious by the soft, gentle voice. "Don't worry, I've got it..." I trailed off, looking at the girl and seeing someone I really hadn't expected.

Bella Swan, daughter of Chief Swan, ex-girlfriend of Edward Cullen, and a senior, was the girl I had bumped into. And she was calmly helping me clean up my mess, although she was clearly worried about having just bumped into me if her constant apologies were anything to go by.

But what shocked me was that she looked fine, completely fine. She wasn't all sullen and depressed like she had been for the past few months. Not that I really took notice, but it's hard to not know about this stuff when the whole school is gossiping about 'the girl who got dumped by Edward Cullen'. But she was fine now.

"Sorry about that," she apologised again, looking at me, "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going" she said, standing up and crossing her arms uncomfortably, as if she was nervous that either me or Kaylie would shout at her at any minute.

I followed her movements and stood back up as well, smiling a little, hoping to calm her down a bit, "Like I said, its fine. Happens all the time, right?" I said.

I – along with Kaylie and Elaina – was a sophomore, so it's safe to say that I didn't really ever talk to seniors.

"Right" she nodded, offering a lame attempt at a smile.

There was an awkward silence, and I could almost hear Kaylie's malicious thoughts. She was probably thinking something along the lines of 'This is what you get for not paying attention, bitch! Ha!'

I wanted to just turn around and walk away, and Bella probably did too, but that just seemed rude. Why? I haven't got a clue. It's not like we formed a tight bond of friendship in those eleven seconds of picking up my leftovers. But something in my head told me to introduce myself.

So, as if by a mind of its own, my hand stuck out for her to shake. "Hi, I'm Penelope, and don't worry, I'm sure I'm at fault here as much as you, I wasn't paying that much attention either" I said, trying to be friendly. I heard Kaylie snicker from behind me. Bitch.

Bella just smiled back – although it was, again, a pathetic attempt – and shook my hand. "Bella, and I doubt it, I'm just a natural born klutz" she said, but I noticed the sad look that crossed her features, as if she was thinking about something, a memory maybe.

"Bella!" there was a shout from across the cafeteria, "Come on! We've got Bio next!"

Mike Newton, I'd know that voice anywhere, he used to kick my cat when we were little. The stupid-ass jock. Unfortunately, he lived just a few doors down from me.

She smiled; again it was probably fake, and shouted, "Be right there!" before turning back to me.

"It was nice to meet you" she said, readjusting her shoulder bag and nodding before walking back to her table.

I stood there, wondering what the hell happened.

Kaylie coughed, "Well, wasn't that...fun?" she drawled out, rather sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up" I glared.

"What? I'm just saying, you want to explain what that was all about?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"No," I didn't even know what the hell had just happened. Walking over to the bin and dumping the contents of my tray into it, I lazily threw the tray onto a nearby table.

"Come on, we'll be late for class" I said, turning around and walking out, Kaylie quick to follow. It was quiet for a few seconds, and I thought that maybe Kaylie did have a limit to how much she could say in one day, until...

"Oh my god! Did you about Chris? He totally knocked up that Samantha girl from down at the rez-"

Damnit.

As if today hadn't been shitty enough.

I had fallen in and out of consciousness in most of my classes.

I had to deal with Kaylie on my own, no help from Elaina at all.

There was the awkward moment with the Swan girl.

And then, my grandma calls me to tell me that she needs me to go collect something from some voodoo shop in La Push. I would have refused, but my grandma can be terrifying when she's mad, so, gritting my teeth, I decided to go along with it. If I called up my father to tell him how grandma was making me drive down to La Push in order to collect her crap, he'd probably just say that she'd given birth to him, and that he then went on to make me, so I owed her. That was just cruel.

And it's not like I had nothing to do. My teacher's had given me assignments due in after the weekend, assignments which I should be working on now, instead of driving the thirty-five minute drive to La Push.

But again, nothing could be done about it. So, hands gripping the steering wheel, I carried on.

Parking the car where grandma said the shop should be, I got out and looked around. The first thing I noticed was a little cabin, and a wooden staircase leading up to it. The sign at the front of the store read 'Tribal Alchemy'.

'Must be the right place' I thought.

It sounded about accurate for a shop that sold crazy voodoo crap.

Walking up the staircase, I saw two men, both completely ripped and both clearly Quileute, walking out of the store. The first thing that popped into my head was how intimidating they both appeared, and I hesitated about carrying on. But the idea of a pissed off grandma was scarier than two steroid pushing men put together, so I carried on. They looked at me as I walked past them, probably wondering what a 'pale face' was doing walking into a shop like this, and even I had to admit, I probably stood out from the normal customers with my medium chestnut hair and only slightly tanned skin. Seriously, do you know how hard it is to even carry a tan in a place like this? It's ridiculous!

Pushing open the door, my head was filled with all types of crazy ideas of what the inside would look like. I pictured voodoo dolls strung up on the walls, pins stuck in them in areas that would cause great pain to a person, maybe there would be dead animal heads stuck on the walls as well. To my relief, or disappointment, I wasn't quite sure, the place actually seemed fairly normal. There were book shelves and shelves with jars containing various things in them. Picking one up, I turned it around, trying to get a good look at the blue gooey contents. I had no clue what it was, and my stomach told me I didn't want to know. Looks like I was wrong about the 'fairly normal' thing.

I heard movement behind me, and turned around to see a girl, she looked about two years older than me, probably eighteen, carrying a box of stuff out from the back of the store. Upon seeing me, she paused, and put the box on the counter before turning and smiling at me.

"Hello, I'm Kim, can I help you?" she asked. She was Native American, Quileute obviously, and had the dark black hair common to all people native to La Push, which was cut just less than an inch bellow her shoulders.

"Uhm, well, actually yes, do you own the store?" I asked. She seemed too young to be the owner.

"Oh, no! I just work here, the owner was kind enough to give me the job," she said, "so what can I help you with?"

I reached into my jean pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper with the stuff my grandma wanted written on it. It was barely readable, but I had only been able to write it all down quickly before my grandma had hung up. Handing it to the girl – Kim? I think. I don't know, I've never been good with names – she looked over it once, and smiled at me before saying, "wait right here, I'll be right back"

I stood there for a minute before my eyes began wandering again. Looking around, I noticed a little stand in the corner with wooden trinkets on it. Walking over to it, I picked a few up and looked at them. They were mostly carved into shapes of animals, such as bears, hawks, fishes...wolves. The wolf ones looked the best. They seemed to have more detail than the other ones, and picking one up, I noticed that it was actually a necklace. I always liked wolves, but then again, I loved animals in general.

I also noticed the dream-catchers. Of course this place would have dream-catchers, what magic shop doesn't?

'It might be useful though'

Lately, the dreams were getting worse. I'd been getting nightmares for a few months now, but they were never this extreme. The worse thing was I could hardly remember them when I woke up. There were times when I could remember, but even then, they NEVER made sense. My Mom woke me up one night, worried that I was sick. I had been sweating and according to my parents I'd been delusional, shouting things out about murders and missing people. They thought I was going through some imbalance in hormone levels thing that was making me loopy, they still thought that. Grandma, however...

She had actually been worried. She started saying that I was receiving messages or something. And as much as I would like to believe that she was right – purely for the fact that it would mean I wasn't going crazy – even I couldn't believe in that. But, my grandma had always been a big believer in the supernatural and paranormal, which I didn't mind. If the stuff made her happy, I wasn't going to burst her bubble.

But...

If I were in my right mind, I probably wouldn't have even considered the dream-catcher. But, being as tired as I was, I picked it up. It was $2.99.

And I picked up the wolf charm, which was $1.99. I liked it (even though I probably wouldn't ever wear it), but I'd stick it up in my room or something.

Shuffling from the back of the store caught my attention, and I saw Kim coming back with bags of what looked like little jars (like the ones on the shelves, only smaller) full of different things.

She smiled as she set the stuff down on the counter. "Okay, I think this is everything on the list, it was a little hard to translate, but I think I got it right" she said.

I chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry, my fault" I said.

"Oh don't be, it was the fanciest chicken-scratch I've ever seen" she joked.

I laughed. She didn't seem all that bad; I wondered why she was working in a useless place like this.

"So, how much is it?" I asked, opening my bag to find my credit card. Well, my grandma's credit card, but she lent it to me. As crazy and strict as she is, she can be really awesome at times.

"That's about," she counted it all up, "$23.68" she said, taking the credit card I handed her. She looked at it for a second and then looked back at me in surprise.

"Deborah Pearce? You're related to her?" she asked, sounding as if she really wanted to know.

"Yeah, that's Grandma," I said, looking at her in confusion, "you know her?"

She nodded. "She comes in here quite a bit. She's really kind, she always tips me even when I tell her it's not a legal requirement" she chuckled. I smiled, that was definitely grandma.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, could you include these two also" I asked, showing her the dream-catcher and the wolf necklace.

She nodded, and looked at the necklace for a second before looking back at me, "I have one of those too," she said, her eyes gleaming as if she was thinking of something, "my boyfriend bought me one, they're suppose to bring you luck and protection" she said.

Sounds great. if only it worked.

She added them to the list, and altogether it came to $28.66.

Picking up the stuff, I said goodbye to her, turning around to walk out of the store before I heard her call me back.

"Sorry if I seem rude, but I was wondering, what's your name?" she asked.

I chuckled, "I'm Penelope" I said, smiling and waving goodbye to her before leaving the store, seeing her wave back.

It was getting dark by the time I got back, and as I pulled up in the driveway could hear my dad's booming laugh along with groans from other male voices. I rolled my eyes.

'Poker Night'

My dad loved having his friend's over every Friday night for poker night, which my mom didn't mind, as long as he didn't lose too much money, or keep her awake if she decided to go to bed early.

His friends were all good guys, even if one was the father of a certain cat-kicking, imbecilic jock neighbour of mine.

Getting out of the car, I walked up the pathway, unlocked the door and shuffled inside, tiredly throwing my bag on the floor and heading to kitchen. Passing the front room along the way, I saw my dad throw his cards down on the table in frustration, clearly losing. I chuckled; mom was going to kill him.

Mom was in the kitchen, washing the dishes. I gave her a hug before heading towards the fridge.

"You want me to cook you something sweetie?" she asked, not looking up from the dishwashing.

"No thanks, I'm just going to grab a few things and head upstairs, I'm tired" I lied. I just wanted to go call Elaina and see how she was doing. I really didn't want to be left with Kaylie's craziness all to myself tomorrow.

Entering my room, I threw myself onto the bed, grabbing my phone from my pocket before calling Elaina.

"Hello?" That wasn't Elaina.

"Alan?" I asked, wondering why he was answering Elaina's phone for her.

"Penelope?" he asked.

What was this, twenty-one questions?

"Yeah" I replied. Awkward...

Alan was Elaina's boyfriend. They'd been dating for almost two years now. I know, I know, young love, so sweet blah blah blah. The point is that, while Kaylie got along fine with him, I... well, I didn't.

Why? I don't know. I suppose we just made the wrong first impressions on each other. But in my opinion, he was an ass.

"...So? Why'd you call?" he asked, and I noticed the 'hurry this up' undertone in his voice.

"I called Elaina's phone...looking for Elaina" I replied, biting off the 'duh' I wanted to add at the end.

"She's ill" he stated bluntly as if I didn't already know.

"So ill that she can't come to the phone?" I asked sceptically.

"Yes" he said, and I could almost hear the mocking grin that must be plastered on his face.

"Put her on" I growled.

He chuckled, "Oh, sorry, she's sleeping. I can't talk, I wouldn't want to wake her now would I?" he said, and before I could say anything else, he'd already hung up.

I really hate that fucker.

Screaming.

Running.

She was fleeing.

She was terrified. Penelope could feel it. The complete gut-twisting fear.

She was being chased.

She was being hunted.

The young girl, fifteen at the oldest, was crying. Her tear stained face made Penelope's heart go out to her.

Penelope was confused. What was happening? Who had the girl in such a state? ...What had the girl in such a state?

The girl was running towards an alleyway. She was hoping to cross through so she could get home faster.

That wasn't to happen. In the blink of an eye, she had become the prey, and the predator was crouched over her fallen form.

Ripping sounds ensued. The girl's screams of fear become wails of pain. Pain, searing pain, it coursed through her body, making the gaping wound on her neck feel non-existent.

Penelope felt it. The girl's pain became Penelope's own pain. And Penelope was screaming out, wishing that it would stop.

Eyes shut, Penelope collapsed to the ground, unable to focus on anything, except the fire in her veins.

She opened her eyes when a shadow fell across her.

Red eyes gazed back, belonging to a monster with a face framed by curls of glistening fire.

"Penelope!"

I jerked awake, sitting up instantly and breathing in the air my lungs had been deprived of. Had I stopped breathing? It had all been a dream.

But it was so real.

I felt a hand on the back of my head, stroking my hair. I turned, and found my mother sitting on the side of my bed, a worried expression on her face. My father was standing in the doorway, a similar look on his face.

Oh god, I woke them up again, which means I was screaming. This is getting ridiculous.

"Relax, sit back" my mother said, her voice calm but commanding at the same time. She turned to my father, who looked at her and gave her a nod, before walking out of the room. I barely took notice of him going downstairs.

I lay back, wanting desperately to close my eyes and fall back to sleep. But, sleep these days didn't feel like sleep. Lately, sleep felt more exhausting than being awake. I felt something wet and cold on my forehead, helping me relax. My mother was wiping my forehead with a cold, wet towel. I must've been sweating also. Gross. Now I feel all sticky.

I turned my head – much to my dear mother's protest – and looked at the time on my alarm clock. 5:34am. There really was no point in me trying to get back to sleep. I had made plans to go out with Kaylie and Elaina, although I doubted the later was coming, and I had to be up and ready by 8:00am. We were going shopping in Port Angeles. Why we had to get there so early was simple. There was a sale on and Kaylie wanted to get there early. Occasions like this usually involved me somehow sinking into the background while Elaina was left cursing me under her breath whilst being dragged around by Kaylie, who was fine with losing one of us as long as she had another one to drag around with her. Nice friend, huh?

But now I'd be dragged from shop to shop. This week sucks.

I didn't mind shopping, but there was a difference between normal shopping, and Kaylie's type of shopping.

My thoughts left my upcoming tragic fate when I heard my father re-enter the room. He was carrying a cup of hot chocolate, which he handed to my mother before scampering out of the room.

Oh no.

Hot Chocolate plus a scared Father. This meant only one thing.

Mom wanted to talk.

She handed me the hot chocolate, which I greedily accepted.

A minute passed. She still hadn't said anything, making me more nervous.

"Penelope?" Uh oh, it's started!

"Yeah?" I gulped.

"How's school?"

I stared at her for a moment. I know what you're thinking; it's a harmless question, right? Wrong. This is my mother we're talking about. She's crafty, she knows how to get what she wants when it comes to her child, and that includes information on her daughter's social life that could shed some light on these reoccurring nightmares.

"It's going fine, mom" I replied.

She wasn't satisfied, "And how are things with your friends? Are you fighting with any of them?"

Always, that's what makes us friends. "No, everything's fine."

"And your teachers? What are they like?"

Boring, dull, annoying, and old; teachers. "They're great"

"Okay, sweetie, I'm your mother, I'm not stupid" she said, catching me out.

I laughed. I forget that my parents were once teenagers; of course they'd know what a teenager's opinion of their teachers should be.

"Is it...boys?"

... What?

"Mom!" I screeched. Great, now I sound like Kaylie.

"It's perfectly normal sweetie, you're a sixteen year old girl, of course you're going to be thinking about boys," I was starting to feel sick, "it's just, Penelope, you know, if there's ever anything you need to know about, you can talk to me" she finished, offering a comforting smile.

I was afraid to ask what types of things she thought I might need to know about.

"Yeah mom, sure" I said, swallowing to rid myself of the sick feeling in my throat.

"So, you're feeling okay now?"

I nodded. "I'm just tired" I lied. Well, it wasn't really a lie, I was tired, but I wasn't going back to sleep, ever, if I could help it.

Whether she bought the lie or not, I'm not sure, but she knew either way that I wanted to be left alone for a while, so, smiling, she stood up, hugged me, and walked towards the door, turning off the light as she left.

"Goodnight Penelope" she said.

"Night Mom"

And there was silence.

Sweet, blissful silence.

But it wasn't going to last. Something inside me felt weird, strange.

I felt scared, something bad was happening.

Something was coming.

A/N: So, it's kinda shaky and I'm not sure what to make of it, so I'll let you decide. Remember, I need suggestions, so, Review! ;P