so today is a horrible rainy day =/ i hate it. Although this would be a PERFECT day to meet a vampire. I however have too much time on my hands and don't need that sort of distraction. I'm hungry too...lol no not like that kind of hunger you fanpires, normal hunger I guess. Any who this story is developing well. I have the third chapter already written and it just needs to be edited and what not. So for this chapter I think ya'll should listen to the song Crash by Cavo. It has alot of double meanings- just like this story. Well good luck with reading/procrastinating on whatever your putting off doing. :)
I still do not own anything of Twilight- sadly-but I do own Dakota and her family & her history...
Chapter two: Crash.
Dakota:
Dakota let out a deep breath...only 10 more minutes until this class period was over. Of course she'd have yet another class to go to, thankfully she was a senior. She'd waited her whole life for that...the moment she knew that finally she'd be someone in life. Her tribe never amounted to much, they were never as great as the whites claimed them to be. But they did have a secret that no one knew of. She smiled and looked down at the desk, just imagining what was going to happen to her in just a few short weeks. Supposedly her history detailed the survival of a special genetic code that allowed the tribe to outlive the others. Call it survival of the fittest...sure, but it wasn't. It was more like living forever. Sure she was rightfully only 17 right now...but once she turned 18 she would undergo the process with which all her tribe members went through. As of now 18 was the magic age...the age that allowed the person undergoing the process to be at their strongest, fittest and smartest time in life. It was when the tribe was most proud of its members, that children were frozen into age. And once the process was started there was no going back. Each member went though vigorous training to ensure they lived through it. Dakota shivered and jumped back into reality when she heard the bell ringing. "Hey Dakota...uh, my name is Mike. Mike Newton." Dakota looked up to see bright blue eyes and a soft faced boy. "What's your next class?" He asked suddenly overwhelming her. She didn't know why, but he rubbed her the wrong way...her conscious sparked and screamed at her to get away. "I...Uh, english." Dakota said stuttering over her thoughts. "Oh cool, I can walk you to your next class...I've got science which is right next to the english building." Dakota was about to say 'sure' but someone else spoke up. "Actually Mike I have english next, I can make sure she gets there okay." Dakota looked to the voice and saw it was in fact the Awicha Chante: Emmett. "Oh, it's really okay...I'm sure I can find the English building on my own." Dakota smiled and stood up, walked a few steps to the door and then turned around. "But thanks for the offer, Mike." Mike smiled and Emmett did too. She was playing on hell of a deadly game...and she knew it. She needed to keep as far away from that boy as she could...but something just kept drawing her into him.
Emmett:
Emmett followed behind Dakota and caught up to her easily. "Hey." He said simply. "Hi..." Dakota said pulling her hood of her gray coat over her braided hair. "Since I'm already heading in the direction of the English building I thought it necessary that I'd walk you." Emmett smiled sweetly, showing off his dimples. "Sure...thats nice of you Awicha Chante." Emmett raised both of his eyebrows and then looked ahead. "What was that, that you called me?" Dakota looked up at Emmett...he sure was tall. Six feet three, at least, and 240 lbs full of muscle made him look pretty intimidating, and for someone who knew his REAL secret...deadly. Dakota smiled sweetly. "Oh its just something that my family calls...friends." Emmett eyed her, debating...and then shrugged. "Thats nice I guess." Dakota was enchanting to him and he couldn't figure out why. She had this aura about her that made him want to breath her in, stay next to her...be with her. That thought alone scared him. Oh how he had wished to find someone that would make him forget his lost one, yet once he finally had that someone in his grasp-not literally of course- he didn't want anything to do with her. Emmett pushed his hands into his jean pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Shielding it with his other hand and his book he quickly called Esme while Dakota looked on intrigued. "Esme? Is that you." Emmett knew Dakota could hear the mumbling on the other end of the phone- a faint 'yes' from Esme brought a smile to his face. "I'm going to stay after school for...football, if thats alright with you?" Esme caught on with his thinking and mumbled another 'yes'. "Okay, alright...good bye." Emmett snapped his phone shut and looked down at Dakota, who hadn't taken her eyes off him. He'd never seen such dark eyes on a girl before. Sure Bella had brown eyes - but they were more like dough- not pretty at all to him...but Dakota's eyes. Phew, where they inciting to him, they drew him into her like the very same way a Venus fly trap does it's prey. "It's really sweet that you called your mom you know." Emmett shrugged. It's been about 98 years since he's been turned into a vampire, short life if you consider living for an eternity. "She's not really my mom- adoptive actually." Dakota chewed on her lip again. "Yeah Jessica told me." Emmett laughed- a deep throaty voice, making Dakota shudder. "Oh she did? She has the biggest mouth on a woman I've ever seen, you've to be care of her Dakota, she'll run you right into trouble." Emmett looked up and frowned slightly. "Heres the English building...uhm, I guess I'll see you Monday?" Dakota debated weither or not to continue down this road. She drew a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah you will." Emmett smiled, drawing that breath right from her lungs and out into the air. He seemed to breathe in when she breathed out, what he smelled- she didn't know. Whatever it was, it was obviously dangerous to her...for two reasons. 1- never let a vampire fall for you...and 2- never fall for a Vampire.
Dakota:
She mentally kicked herself the entire drive back to her apartment. Dakota knew he would watch her- study her...much like a stalker would his prey. She shuddered. There were worse things then having a boy stalk you...for one- he could eat you. She giggled and then stopped when she turned right into the gas station. She parked her blue sabb and stepped out of the car into the frigged Washington air. Dakota donned her gray jacket again throwing the hood up above her hair to run inside the little store. Hopefully there she'd find some Dr pepper. She entered the station and quickly searched for the sodas. They where her weakness...her only weakness it seemed. She grabbed two bottles and went to pay for them. The clerk started, open-mouthed at her when she opened her wallet- sure there was atleast 700$ in there...but hey! a girl can have that right? "Thank you!" She called to him as she exited. Something felt wrong to her at the very moment she caught the drift of the wind. Everyone had suddenly disappeared from the town. Okay- so maybe coming to this town wasn't the best idea she's had in a long time. But annihilating vampires is her job- she needed to hinder their toughest defense: the Cullens. She'd over-heard a few vampires over the summer speaking of them in Mexico- so she decided to come here to do just that. She started up her pretty blue car and put it into drive as fast as she could. She'd hoped that maybe Emmett wouldn't have followed her - wouldn't have bothered to talk to her...that way she could make this job easy! But why in the hell did he have to be so intoxicating to her? Dakota drove home in the same manner she drove everywhere; carefully. She couldn't afford to draw attention to herself, or her family for that matter. She opened the door to her apartment apprehensively, wondering if Emmett had already been there...or if he was there now. Either way her anger didn't spike or rise...she felt oddly comfortable with the fact that she knew what he was...that way there was no figuring out to do. Forks Washington wasn't cold yet, it hadn't occurred to her that it would get that cold either, but she knew from her families warnings that it could become dangerous to her, and her health. The Teton tribe didn't know why cold made her weak, couldn't describe the feeling of it either:since it didn't make any of them weak. She thought it was a curse, maybe she had done something bad in a past life? No one could know...but she tried to overcome that slowly. She'd packed as much winter clothing as she could, feeling a bit stupid at the fact that she had 7 winter coats and numerous long sleeves. She walked to her bedroom slowly, always careful...her brother Dixon would be very proud of her for the way she acted towards vampires. Her room looked the same to her, smelled the same and didn't seem to have that much of a difference in the air temperature for her to notice...meaning no one was in her apartment- human or vampire. She pulled off her clothes and switched them out for some comfy pajamas...opting to go to bed early. Dakota then turned on the radio and let the soft sounds of old Teton stories fill the air listening like she was the small girl from a world far away from this one. Her eyes drifted to a close after a few moments and she felt so completely comfortable that for the first time in a very long time, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
Emmett:
Emmett knew he couldn't follow Dakota to her home, that she shouldn't follow her home...but he just had to make sure that she was safe. He watched from outside her window with Jasper as she fell asleep listening to some weird language...which he expected to be the Teton tribe language. What startled him was the Awicha Chante; he heard that come from within the speakers many times. He decided that very moment to return home and search for what she was...because to him she was a threat. A beautifully, smart, exotic threat...that would and could hurt him if she wanted. And he knew that for a fact, which made him very angry with her. Humans were so...different these days, so young...but she carried herself with a ancient air that made him feel young. "Jasp, do you know what Awicha Chante means? You're good with languages aren't you?" He whispered softly to his brother down on the hood. "No, I don't know what it means...I may be good with languages, but a language thats dead? Hell no am I good with that one bro, I'm sorry." Jasper ran a hand through his pale blonde hair. "It must be something important tho, espically if they keep saying it in the recording." Emmett nodded too. "I say we take our questions to the wolves." Emmett said hesitantly. No matter how close the wolves and the Cullens have gotten since that fateful summer, he still hated them with a passion. Everything in his nature told him to loathe them, to hunt them down and annihilate them...but with the treaty inplace again, he unfortunately...can't. "Why? What do you think they would know? Their tribe isn't as old as the Tetons." Jasper did have a very strong point...but Emmett had a hunch that the Wolves knew alot more then they would let on. "I have a hunch, let's just roll with it for now?" Jasper smiled dangerously, sensing Emmett's feelings and nodded. "You think that theres more to her then she lets on too, don't you?" Emmett just nodded. "Always."
