The Wolf With The Amethyst Eyes-
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Twilight
Yo people, here's that update! Let me tell you, I love reviews, but I completely understand if you don't want to, cause half the time, I only favorite and subscribe. If you can catch the Doctor Who reference, and review with it, I give you a virtual cookie, and might review one of your stories. Thanks to my first two reviewers! They are PotterNinja, and a guest. Here Goes:
After I phased for the second time, I ran anywhere and everywhere on the southwest coast. I quickly discovered how to turn the changing on and off, and soon, I was an expert. I learned to change out of my clothes before phasing, and when I ran low on money, I started hunting down animals in wolf form, and changing back to cook and eat them. After a while, I started to feel something pulling me westward, but I ignored the feeling as much as I could.
To help me along, I tried to remember all of the old Quileute legends about the wolves and cold ones, which, according to my research, were the Quileute version of vampires. The first thing I remembered was the story of how the raven, or bayak in Quileute, placed the sun in the sky, but that didn't really help.
One night, I had a dream about the elders telling us children a tale about how the Quileute's were descended from wolves, and a whole backstory about how we became wolves again. The legends told of how the wolves were prone to shaking fits before we changed, and were given quite the temper, along with an extra high temperature.
The stories about the cold ones were much more frightening, and told of bloodthirsty monsters that the Quileute Wolves protected against. There was a more recent story of the treaty with a coven of them who only drank animal blood and consisted of seven vampires, one of whom was a doctor to the supernatural. The only other clue I had was that they went by the name of Cullen, which was a very common last name.
Somewhere in southern Virginia, I went to a public library and searched for a Doctor Cullen. The first thing on the search engine was an ad about an English television show, and some nurse named Rory. Scrolling past the advertisement, I clicked on the first link. A Dr. James Cullen's website popped up, and on the 'contact us' page, it said he worked in Fairfield, California. According to legend, the vampires sparkled in sunlight, which made me snort when I remembered that little fact, so California wasn't really an option. The next site was for a Yolo County Hospital, where the same doctor worked.
Pressing the page down button on the keyboard, I looked through a few more links before hitting the jackpot, a Doctor Carlisle Cullen who works at Forks General Hospital in Washington State. Forks was the town on the border of the La Push Indian Reservation. Looking at the link, my hopes were dashed when I read the statement saying 'Doctor Cullen has been transferred to The Montreal General Hospital in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.'
After a search on Google maps, I realized that Montreal was almost directly north of where I was now, and I let out a yelp of joy. People gave me dirty looks, but I didn't care. I had someone to take care of me while I was pregnant, without any awkward questions. I used the car time estimates, which said about the trip should take about a week. I could get there in that amount of time in a more direct route, going a bit slower than a car.
Woot! Done with that chappie!