If you're reading this, thank you for giving this story another shot. People seemed to like it a lot before but now that it's back and been revised and edited, I hope even more people will come to love it. The only thing is that this story will be co-written with a friend of mine, so you'll be given different points of view. This chapter was written by me but the next will my friend's. I hope you guys enjoy it.


I sat in the front seat of my mom's old car, tapping my foot repeatedly on the dashboard. My little sister Lily sat in her old hand-me-down car seat and sang the Dora theme song off key, while my mom lightly mumbled to herself, tapping her fingers persistently. I looked at her slowly and noticed that she seemed confused.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked, tugging on a strand of my bobbed cut dark brown hair.

"Nothing sweetie I just- I just can't find our house" She said, turning to me and giving me a quick smile. She looked back to the road and pursed her lips.

"I'll help. What's the house number?" I asked.

"It's uh-" My mom looked down to the white paper she clutched in her copper colored fingers then read the address aloud. "2541 Lunden Way"

I nodded and tried to look out of the too foggy windows. It was currently raining; something I knew was going to happen a lot. When I was younger I called the reservation my home, it was back when my dad was alive. Back then, I was the definition of weird. My days were spent deep in the woods, sniffing dirt and wearing the dead crunched up leaves on the ground as camouflage. No one could tell me I was wrong because I had my dad to tell me I was right.

After a while of searching for the house, my mom pulled the car to a stop; I stared up at the small house we were parked in front of. "What are we doing here?" I asked then looked in the back seat to see Lily asleep. Her little head had fallen to the side making her dark brown hair cover her pretty little face.

"We're home" My mother answered happily. I looked at the tiny home with disdain.

"It's small" I assessed. My mom patted my hand with a smile.

"It's comfy" She corrected. It was a gray, two floor house with an old looking wrap around porch. The front door was an eyesore red with two windows on either side. On the top floor there was a large bay window that was covered from the inside. It wasn't what I call 'attractive'.

To be honest the house wasn't very nice looking. Compared in the high rise apartment we lived in back in New York, this was a bit of a dump. The yard was full of weeds and brown patches, which I'm sure my mom would love to change; which meant I would have to help. I probably wouldn't be as cynical about the house if it was the original house I lived in back in my childhood. "What ever happened to our old house?" I asked.

"It's all we can afford right now." And that was the end of that conversation. I finally got out of the car and went to wake my little sister up.

"Lily." I whispered to her. She stirred a bit and turned to the other side. "Wake up." Lily whined and reached her hands up to cover my mouth. I swatted them away and glared at her sleeping form. "Get up, kid." She groaned and wiped the sleep from her dark brown eyes.

"Are we there yet?" She asked. I nodded and held my hand out to help her out of the car. As soon as her feet hit the soil she was awake and running into the new house behind our mom. Amazed at her energy, I walked to the trunk and grabbed one of the boxes labeled "LILY'S CLOTHES!", and then walked it into the house. Inside, the smell of stale air was horrible and enough to stop me in my tracks.

"You're going to love your room!" My mom shouted from the back. I followed the sound of her voice as she went on. "I know it looks kinda gross but we can always get paint and change it up" I stood at her door and watched as she began to cut open boxes with the car key.

"You've got a nice room." It was obviously going to be the biggest room in the house. There was a nice sized window that showed the side of the house and the car perfectly. "Mind if I borrow it?"

She looked over and smiled at me before getting up and leading me to my room. "I don't think you'll want to borrow mine once you see yours." With theatrics of a wise old actor, my mother opened the door to my room. "Tada!" Well she was right about me not wanting to borrow her room. Compared to mine, there was no better room, not even the one back in New York. "I knew you'd love it."

I quickly closed my mouth when I realized that my jaw dropped. "This is…I can't even describe it." A long window graced the back wall, letting in the light from the peeking sun and showing the beauty that is the woods of La Push. I dropped Lily's box and walked further into the room. It wasn't huge, but it was long and had nice closet space. Granted there were a few dark stains on the otherwise beige carpet and the grey streaks from things long since moved were distracting, the room was perfect.

"Don't forget you have to help move stuff." Mom said from the door before going back out to the car. After giving the walls one last glance, I walked out of the room and helped with the overly packed boxes. After a few more trips back and forth, all of the boxes were in the house and sorted into the areas they belonged. I could hear Lily squealing as she and my mother went through her things; I still hadn't moved from my spot on the floor. My eyes were stapled to the view from my window.

An itching feeling to need to go outside was working its way up my back making me shiver. There was something calling me outside; probably the ghosts from my past. Other than in my own house, the woods were the only other place I could call my own; they were my safe haven. Quickly, I scooted to the window and traced my fingers over the outline of trees. I was going to go outside at some point.

About three hours later the movers came to the house and moved in the furniture that we had, leaving even more scratches on the walls in their wake. They placed my bed down quickly, giving me looks that made me itch and want to cover up the entire time. The movers, large, unruly looking men with scraggly beards and a few tattoos here and there were sure to give my mother and I compliments before leaving. I ended up calling Chinese food for dinner, much to the happiness of both my mother and Lily. The delivery boy who brought the food to my door was more than attractive. "Here's your tip." I said pouring the three dollars into his hand. He gave me a smile.

"Just moving in, huh?" I nodded and shoved my hands into my back pocket. "Chinese food is sure to help. I didn't catch your name."

"Charlie."

He grinned and held his hand out. "I'm Eric. It was nice being your delivery boy, Charlie. Hopefully I'll see you around." I nodded and told him I hoped the same, then watched as he walked back to his car. His butt was cute; very cute.

When we finally began eating dinner, my mom went around asking what we thought of the house. "I like it a lot." Lily said, the entire time attempting to put her noodles on chopsticks. "My room is pretty." The walls had a light pink color and screamed Lily. Mom nodded then looked over to me for my input.

"My room is awesome but it could use a fresh coat, if you know what I mean. I think this color on the walls though," I said gesturing to the burnt mustard color. "Has got to go. "

"Good. So you both like the house. Very good."

"Mommy, can I go into my room? I want to watch movies."

"Sure" My mom said. "But empty your plate first." Lily hoped up, plate in hand, and went to the kitchen to dump her left over food. We listened as her feet pattered into her room before going on with our conversation. "Are you happy to be back in La Push?" I scrunched up my nose in thought. I was happy because I missed the atmosphere of family from some of the people here, I also missed the woods; New York had nothing on the wildlife here.

"I guess. I just don't want to see You Know Who." My mom sighed and squinted her eyes at me. "I'm serious."

Quickly she picked up her plate and walked to the kitchen, I followed behind listening to her voice her complaint. "I knew this was going to happen. We move back here and all those memories come back to you about-"

"Please don't say it."

"Jacob Black." I groaned while emptying my plate. When I was younger, him and his little minions were the worst thing that hit the streets of La Push. They were demons in child form and had no problem inflicting their wrath on everyone around them. "I know they were horrible but you can't let them ruin your experience back here. La Push is your home too."

"Maybe he died." My mom turned a punishing glare to me.

She turned on the water, still staring into my eyes. "I don't want to ever here you say that, do you understand?" What at first I thought was about Jacob, I realized was about my own father who died months ago. "You never wish something like that on someone." I nodded and shut up about Jacob.

The way she scrubbed the dishes was enough to take off the pattern of flowers around the edges. "I know they were horrible kids but they have to have realized that and changed. If they didn't well then you ignore them and don't let them get you upset." I turned and rolled my eyes. The mere thought of them was enough to get my blood boiling. "That's all someone would want: for you to be upset and lash out and get yourself in trouble. Trust me I would know, I used to do it myself." That got a snicker out of me. "Just… just remember that when the going gets tough, the tough get going." The over used cliché made both of us stop and take a minute to think about the man who would always say that, even when it didn't fit the situation: my dad.

We still hadn't full out talked about his death despite the obvious need for it. It still felt as if we were waiting for him to walk in through the front door and give both of us as much love as he could muster; something he was very good at. "Mom," I started. She turned to me with a tight smile and a death grip on the rag in hand. I wanted to hug her and tell her it was okay, and that we would be okay, but I didn't and instead matched her smile with one of my own. "I love you."

"I love you too." We changed the subject to her talk with my grandmother about our move to La Push.

When I was in my room with my door closed and headphones on, I was finally able to think about what the move would do for me. I would have a new start from all of the shit I did back home- wait, I had to stop saying that. La Push Reservation was now my home, again. The move meant a new beginning for not only me, but for my mother, and even Lily who was too small to need a new start.

Images of a young Jacob Black made me grimace. Out of all the kids who picked on me, he was the worst and the most ruthless. He used to push me on the playground, tell me mean things and he once even cut my hair. It went from something beautiful and hanging well past my shoulder blades, to right below my ears. What I wouldn't do to wring his little neck. The images stayed with me well past the moment that I closed my eyes for sleep.

"Get back here!" He yelled. I ran faster and faster as the rocks they threw at my legs stung. "Come on! We just want to play!" My body slowed, which enticed them to throw more rocks. Jacob Black, the ring leader, was the one throwing the most. The monsters chased and chased me until I finally tripped and fell for what felt like an eternity. I stared up at the dark sky from my place on the ground, unable to move for some unknown reason. Slowly their faces came into view; they weren't little kids, they were shadows with only red eyes peering down at me. "Gotcha."

At those words I sat up in bed as if I'd just had the wind knocked out of me. Sweat clung my shirt to my skin and my hair about my face. Instead of the shadowy figures from my dream, the only things above me were the rays of sunshine streaming in from my window. Quickly I got up and headed for the shower. The cold water calmed me and brought me down to realize it was all a dream; I wasn't a scared little girl anymore.

When I redressed in shorts and a tank top, my mom was busy shaking her butt to the music that poured from the radio, all the while making eggs for breakfast. Her off key voice did nothing for the already cheesy song. "There are children in this house, ya know?" She turned around quickly, obviously startled by my disruption. When she realized it was me, she went back to dancing. Obviously the tension from last night was gone.

"You just can't handle the fact that your mom has better moves than you." She shoved her hip out with pizzazz. "Look at this." She pulled some fancy foot work before giving me a wink.

I tried to mimic her move but failed miserably, thankfully my mom was enough to not laugh. "I just wasn't built to do that."

"I can teach you. I can teach you this one too" In what was a second, she spun around, threw a kick in the air and dropped into a split.

"You can keep that to yourself." There was a loud knock at the door that threw me and mom for confusion. "Expecting company?"

"No. I haven't told anyone I was moving back." She thought to herself for a second. "Maybe I mentioned it to Billy." I went to the door and peaked through the peep hole. The visitor was tall, with brown skin and short cropped hair. I knew the face, but couldn't place the name. Slowly I creaked the door open and stared at the beautiful specimen at my step.

"Hi." He said. His voice was as husky as his eyes were dark. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his eyes; they glued me to my very spot. "Hi." He repeated, pulling me from my stare. Quickly I closed the door and locked it.

"Who was it?" My mom asked as she rounded the corner from the kitchen.

"No one important." He knocked again, this time harder and I rolled my eyes. As fast as I could, I speed walked back to my room and began to drum my fingers on my door. My mom's voice reached me from behind the door, probably because she wanted me to hear it.

"I'm sorry about my daughter. Your name would be…" He said something; what he said, I'm not too sure of because his voice was so deep. "Jacob Black?"

So it was true. He was still alive and had changed completely. Jacob wasn't just a devil, he was a handsome devil. The devil at my door.