Charlie Swan sat behind his desk at the Fork's Police Department, deep in thought. He vaguely remembered his parents mentioning a distant cousin who lived in North Carolina or Virginia. He was racking his brain, trying to recall what was said. Not that it would matter. His heart had skipped a couple of beats when he answered the phone and the caller identified themselves as a CS Representative. All he could think about was his daughter, Isabella, or Bella. It took a minute for the Rep to get through to him that they were calling in regards to Abigail Swan. Charlie listened as the caller informed him of the death of his cousin, Oliver and his wife Leona. As next of kin, it was his decision on the welfare of their daughter, 16 year old Abigail. Without hesitation, he informed the representative that he would book the next flight and would call when he arrived in North Carolina.
Running his hands through his hair, he stands and walks out of the office, to his patrol car. He goes home to pack an overnight bag and to call his best friend since childhood. Billy Black, Chief of the Quileute Indian Tribe. Hoping Billy would give him some advice on how to handle this situation. Billy's wife, Sara was killed in an auto accident years ago, leaving him to raise 3 children on his own. Charlie was not one to show emotion. He had no idea how to comfort his distant cousin.
APOV-(Abigail's POV)
After ending the call, Victor, the Children's Services Rep assigned to my case, turned to me and sneered. "Charlie Swan will be here to get you soon. He's the Chief of Police in Forks, Washington. I'm sure he can keep you under control. You won't be able to do your little witch stuff around him." I rolled my brightening green eyes at the slimy bastard and walked away. I hated the man. He'd been slinging insults at me for the past 4 days. If he wasn't calling me a witch, he was disparaging my parents. I couldn't help but wonder how this man managed to keep his job. Did he treat all minors this way? Obviously, there were some harsh feelings between my parents and him, which had apparently carried over to me. "Whatever Vic." I threw back over my shoulder. "The name is Victor! Mr. Smithton to you!" In response, he received my middle finger. Hey, I was taught to respect my elders. I retreated to my bedroom to finish packing my things. I wasn't taking much. I didn't need many reminders of this place. I made sure to grab my parents journals and pictures and had them packed with my clothes and electronics.
I could hear Vic rambling around the house and knew he was looking for valuables. Dumb fucker. Anything of value was already gone. I may only be 16, but I was far from stupid. Unfortunate car accident my ass. I'd seen the police report and the autopsy report. Not only had I seen them, I'd made a copy of them. They were safely ensconced in the lining of my backpack. This was no accident. Something strange is going on. Noted on both reports was the lack of blood. Not just lack of blood, but, no blood. How can it be an accident if there is no blood? I'm hopeful that Charlie will turn out to be an okay guy and I can show him what I have. Maybe he can help me figure it out.
OQPOV-(Old Quil's POV)
Taha Aki, help us all. I sat in the tribal hall trying to reconcile the information I and the other elders just received from the Chief of the Quileute Tribe. It may have been an aside comment on the Chief's part, however, I knew what it meant. Our little tribe was on the cusp of catastrophic incidents. The return of the cold ones was just the beginning. Three of our young tribesmen have been blessed by our spirits. To protect our tribe and sacred ground, these young men phase into spirit warriors. Taking the shape of wolves when a threat is near. What constitutes a threat? Cold ones. Vampires. Bloodsuckers. Leeches. For decades, our tribe has maintained a treaty with one coven of vampires. They call themselves a family. Existing on the blood of animals. The Cullen's. They have returned to the area and have integrated themselves into a human facade. The coven leader, Carlisle Cullen, is a physician at Forks General Hospital. Quite the compassionate one, he is, according to the residents of Forks. He has a wife and five "children." These "children" attend Forks High School. Vampires attending school with young children. The same school where Charlie Swan's teenage cousin will be going. Charlie Swan's teenage WITCH cousin. Nothing good can come of this. Nothing at all...Unless...I step in and guide her. There is no way the young one knows of her capabilities. Yes, that's what I will do. I will guide the young one in her craft. Now, all I have to do is convince Charlie to bring her to the reservation.
ACPOV-(Alice Cullen's POV)
Another day at Forks High School. Fun. Once again, pretending to be human teenagers. Oh the monotony. At least this time, we have a purpose. That purpose being the acquisition of one Isabella Swan into our family. I've had numerous visions of her in the past 5 years or so. I just know she is my brother, Edward's soul mate. Finally, after decades of being alone, he will have his one true love. I just have to convince him. As I sit, listening to the ramblings of the children around me, I scan our futures to make sure nothing is amiss. Inexplicably, I'm pulled into a vision of Charlie Swan. I see him with a young girl. A young girl who is definitely NOT Isabella. I see them returning to Forks from...North Carolina? I see her attending school with us. I see her green eyes. Eyes so bright they are almost blinding. Then, I see Bella Swan. As I come out of my vision, Edward is looking at me. "Alice, what was that?" "I have no idea. I'm sure it's nothing." I shrugged at him and smiled, once again listening to the inane chatter around me. A feeling of dread encompasses me. I didn't see it, but I have a feeling that things are about to get serious. And not in a good way. I think it's time for a family meeting. Decisions need to be made. Quickly.
