A/n: I'm having a current original character obsession, hence my need for original character stories. I apologize to the fans of my other stories because I have no idea when my next update will be. Okay, so Paul the werewolf will be the main character in this story, or one of them, even though I know he already imprinted. Tough. He never imprinted on Rachel.

Disclaimer: I own only my original character. I do not own any of the other Twilight characters.

Chapter One

We're moving.

I didn't really see why. California was just fine. However, my mother insisted on moving to the La Push reservation not too far from Forks, Washington. My mother and father, or grandfather and grandmother, or something was part Quileute, and that's where their tribe resides. I read up on them online, and they have these major cool legends about werewolves and vampires. They're kind of creepy, but they would be so cool - and possibly terrifying - if they were real.

Well, my dad died. Damn cigarettes. That's why we were moving. Actually, he was the only reason we stayed in California. He refused to move back to La Push as long as he was living. He was really secretive, one of the many things I despised about him, which is the reason I go AWOL if someone keeps secrets from me. The California sun was nice, really, but I preferred the dark.

I glanced at myself in the rearview mirror of the passenger side of my mother's extremely small, manual gear-shift Toyota Echo. It's silver and extremely small. I hate it. My auburn hair was pulled back, but it refused to cooperate and a few tendrils escaped to fall in my face. My bright blue eyes were dull and bored. My ski-slope nose itched, but I ignored it. The dusting of freckles across my slightly tanned, light brown skin annoyed me. I let a sigh escape my plump lips, and I glanced at my mother. She was skinny, brunette, and brown-eyed, so I have no idea where I got my features. My dad was a red-head with green eyes.

"Aidan Josephine, stop pouting," my mother sighed, swatting my hand away from the radio. "We're almost there."

I sighed again at the use of my middle name. I pulled out my iPod Touch, skipping down to "Build God, Then We'll Talk" by Panic! At the Disco. I cranked up the volume to drown out my mother, and we sped off towards the gloomy, rainy reservation.

"Hello," said a tall man with russet skin and dark, long hair. "You must be the Coles. I'm Jacob Black. It's nice to meet you."

"Aidan," I said, shaking his hand, but pulled it back quickly. He was really hot to the touch. He burned my skin, it seemed. "You sick?" I asked.

"Nah, everyone asks that. I just run hotter than most do."

"Hello, Jacob," said my mother, pulling bags out of the trunk. "Aidan, would you mind actually helping me?"

I rolled my eyes and pulled some things out of the trunk. Jacob did as well, despite my protests. My mother directed his bags to the room upstairs, second door on the right. I went upstairs to pick a room and chose a large one with white walls. I pulled out all my posters and pictures and started tacking them on the wall.

"Nice collection," said Jacob, and I jumped. When did he come in here?

"Thanks. I love alternative music."

"Eh, not me so much. But you should talk to my friend, Paul. He'll have a very serious conversation on how the band Fall Out Boy is better than Panic! At the Disco."

I gasped in mock horror. "I completely disagree!"

He laughed loudly. "Can't wait to see you disagree with him. He'll blow a gasket."

"Aidan Josephine!" I heard my mother call.

I rolled my eyes and stomped out of the room and downstairs.

"Mother," I spat, "I've told you a million times not to refer to me by my middle name!"

My body was shaking in anger, like it always did, and my mother stepped back a little, like she always did.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I just get frustrated."

"I like that name," piped in Jacob. I glared at him, but my body had stopped shaking. "Aidan Josephine. Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"How old are you?" I asked after directing a mover with my lilac bed to my room.

"Eighteen."

I think my mouth was open in shock, but I wasn't sure. Eighteen? He looked twenty-five, if not, at most, thirty! I was seventeen, and I sure as hell didn't look as old as he did.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I look old," he said with a roll of his eyes. "We all do. Listen, do you want to come to a barbeque tonight? I live four houses down, and I'm sure you'd want to meet my friends."

I shrugged. "I dunno. Ask my mom." I directed another mover to my mother's room but heard my mother talk to Jacob.

"Ms. Cole, what do you know of the Quileute legends?"

"I know them all, Jacob."

"Do you know they're t—?"

"Yes."

"How Quileute is she? Aidan?"

"Three-fourths. Do you think she has the gene?"

"Her tremors when she gets mad look like it. If she grows fast, or starts to get really sick, or the tremors get very bad, please call me. I'm the only Alpha that still phases."

His terminology confused me. Alpha? Phasing? I shrugged, directing another mover with the couch to the living room.

"You should come to the barbeque tonight. The rest of the pack will be there, and you'll be able to interact with the mothers. Sue Clearwater is the sweetest."

Pack? What?

"What time?"

"Anytime after four. They'll be plenty of food. I'll be sure to fill you in on the details if she does…you know…"

"Of course. We'll be in touch."

Jacob walked back into the room all smiles. "She said yes. So, I'll see you 'round four thirty, five-ish?"

I shrugged. "She's the boss." I was about to ask about what he had said, but I realized they had been in the kitchen. That was not normal hearing range. I decided to ask later.

"No, Mom, you shouldn't bring anything," I repeated as she looked through her cook books for the brownie recipe. "We just moved here; they wouldn't expect us to cook anything. And I won't cook that; I know you'll try to make me."

She sighed and closed the book. "I know. Let's head over, then."

I walked four houses to my left and followed the smell of food. I found Jacob quickly; he was playing a video game with a stunningly beautiful girl; his girlfriend, I guessed.

"Oh, hey, Aidan. Aidan, this is Nessie, my girlfriend. Ness, this is Aidan. She just moved here."

"Hey," she said shyly and waved. I waved back, and Jacob kissed her on the cheek.

"So, is this it, or is anyone else coming?" I asked.

"You have no idea," said Nessie with a laugh. "Everyone comes to the Blacks' barbeque."

"Yeah, I bet Seth, Bella, Edward, Emmett, Leah, and Jeff are out back. Paul is probably off moping in the woods with his iPod."

I shrugged and walked out back to find more stunningly beautiful people. A sandy-haired boy looked up and waved at me.

"Hi! You must be Aidan. I'm Seth Clearwater."

"Hi. Nice to meet you."

"Hi, I'm Edward," said the bronze-haired man. He was very pale but beautiful. His topaz eyes glimmered, but I noticed the hand curled around his waist. "This is my wife, Bella. The big, intimidating one is Emmett, this is Leah, and her boyfriend, Jeff," he said, motioning to each one of them in turn.

Leah waved but looked back adoringly at Jeff, who waved as well. He was huge and very fit. Emmett gave a goofy smile, and Bella smiled kindly at me. She was pale and beautiful, her eyes topaz as well. That wasn't a normal eye color, was it? They looked more related than married. Nessie looked pale as well, but anyone compared to Jacob or me or my mom or Seth was pale.

I heard a screen door open and close and I heard Seth's loud voice clearly.

"Laura, baby!" he said happily, scooping a girl not much older than me into his arms, kissing her soundly.

"Hi, Seth," she said, kissing him on the cheek, and blushing at the audience.

"Laura, this is Aidan; she just moved here. Aidan, this is my girlfriend, Laura."

She smiled at me, her hand intertwined with his.

I met Quil and his wife, Claire, who were both in their mid twenties. I met Sam, an intimidating native, and his wife, Emily, who had three long scars across her face. I didn't stare, and she was very sweet. They had a four-year-old, Adriana, who wouldn't let go of Embry, another friend of Jacob's. He didn't seem to mind; he actually seemed to enjoy it. I met Jared and his wife, Kim, who were very enthusiastic about meeting me. Collin and Brady were nice, and they all stared at me a little, which freaked me out. Edward and Bella saved me more than once from their constant gaze, which I thanked them for. Everyone seemed to be with someone, except me. I guess in a small town like this, everyone knows everyone.

"Jake, where's Paul?" I heard Collin ask over the roar of everyone else's voice.

"He's probably moping that he doesn't have a girlfriend. Go get him before I do."

I looked around and noticed most of the guys wore shorts and nothing else, but nobody seemed to notice. Leah wore a bathing suit top and long shorts. They all seemed half naked and very fit. I guess it was a Quileute thing.

Kim and Emily started to put out food at six, and they suggested I get some before the boys got near it, or they wouldn't be any left. I did what they said, and sure enough, a stampede of half-naked boys surrounded me.

"Seth, don't touch the sausages!"

"No, get your own!"

"Collin, get your paws off my burger!"

"Brady, remove yourself from my hot dogs, please and thank you!"

"Quil, come on, I wanted that one."

"Tough, it's for Claire and Addy."

"Embry, get your own; Quil got some for Adds."

"Leah, please!"

"Jeff, off my food!"

"Jake, come on, stop, I want some!"

It was a war zone. Nothing was left. I was shocked; I had taken two hot dogs and a cheeseburger, and that was plenty for me. Everyone else had, like, five hot dogs and six burgers. And this was only the first round! I ate quickly and found myself still famished. That made no sense to me. I supposed I should eat like the boys, but with more manners. I looked at them devour their food, and I was surprised they didn't just eat the paper plates with it. When Kim and Emily didn't look, I took two more hot dogs from the grill. They caught me, and I grinned sheepishly.

"I'm sorry; I feel like I haven't eaten in days. It feels odd."

They exchanged a knowing look and gave me two more burgers as well. I ate them quickly and they seemed to satisfy me for now.

I saw Collin walk out of the forest to talk to Jacob. I watched curiously as Jake walked angrily into the trees, blocking him from my view. I wandered quietly into the woods behind them; I was too curious for my own good. I couldn't see anyone and didn't want to in fear of getting caught. But I could hear.

"What the hell, Paul?!" I heard Jacob say; it wasn't hard, since he was yelling.

"Damn it! I don't want this to happen! That's why I don't want to be here. Why did you make me come here?!"

"Calm down, Paul, you're going to phase."

Again with that word. What the hell were they talking about?!

"I don't want to imprint on the new chick," he said so quietly, I almost didn't hear him.

"Aidan? Why not?"

"I don't want to imprint. I don't want to see someone with lovey-dovey eyes and never want to hurt them! I want the choice. I don't want to relinquish my will to someone I don't know."

I heard something crack.

"Paul, chill. She might imprint on you too, so don't get so worked up about it."

Time seemed to freeze as the air tensed considerably. What the hell was imprinting?

"She has the gene?"

"I think so. Her mom used her first and middle name, and Aidan started shaking like you did before you phased for the first time. She has a short fuse, and I saw her stealing more food from Emily and Kim. She's going to be like us, and she might imprint on you."

"Are you sure she has the gene? Positive?" he said quietly.

"No, but…"

"Then I don't want to meet her. Tell her I'm sick or something. I just…I don't…not until she's turned, Jake. Please."

Why didn't he want to meet me? What was imprinting? So many questions ran through my head as I left the forest. I sat against a tree, declining to go home or sit around the bonfire. Jake came out of the forest, and when he saw me, he came over and sat beside me.

"Don't want to listen to the legends?" he asked.

"No."

"What's wrong?"

I sighed. I felt out of the loop. Everyone knew things I didn't. Everyone. My mom, Jake, Emily, Seth, Nessie, everybody. And they all refused to tell me.

"No one tells me anything. Why is my mom scared of me? Why doesn't Paul want to meet me? What the hell is imprinting? Ever since I've gotten here, no one tells me anything, and I've been here for four hours. I want to go back. I hate being lied to."

I stood and simply left. Jacob called my name, and Sam stopped telling the legends. Everyone stared at me as I left the place that was surrounded in secrets.

"Aidan, please, stop for a sec!"

I rolled my eyes and stopped in front of my house. Jacob followed me home. Stalker.

"What do you want?" I asked tiredly. "Go away."

"No, come on, Aidan. Please listen for two minutes."

I turned and looked at him. "Unless you can tell me what the hell is wrong with this place, leave."

And I walked into my house.

Quileutes are douche bags.

A/n: I finished this thing hours ago, but deleted half of it because it was moving way too fast. I need a few more chapters before she phases and gets sick. Three or four at the most. Review, and I'll give you brownies and cookies.