Chapter Two

Day one, I stumbled through hello on 5th Avenue
Day two, we grabbed a bite to eat
And talked all afternoon
Caught a movie on day fourteen
And day sixty-seven she said "I love you" to me

What A Beautiful Day – Chris Cagle

I sat in the front seat of my brother's Impala and looked out the window at all of the grey. It was so gloomy here. How could anybody live here and not want to off themselves?

We passed by the local high school and a part of me longed to go inside. I've only ever been homeschooled by my dad, and that was only when he was home and had the time before he was killed. I don't have a lot of school smarts, but I had quite the amount of street smarts.

"What do you think?" I heard Dean say. "Hello? Mya?"

I shook my head and looked at him.

"Sorry, did you say something?" I asked him.

"Bobby called and said there was this little diner just outside of here. It's on a reservation, but he said they make the best bacon cheeseburgers." He looked like he was drooling.

"Sure, let's go. I'm friggin' starving." I replied.

"We have to wake up Pretty Boy in the back seat, there."

I smiled. "I got it…"

I reached for the radio knob and cranked up the radio. Sammy just about leapt right out of his own meat suit.

Dean and I were laughing and I was almost in tears. I turned the radio back down and gave an innocent smile to my brother.

"You guys suck." Sam said.

"You're a whiner. You two have done worse to me than what I've done to you."

"Like what?" Sam asked.

"Like when we were in that motel in Jersey, and you guys squeezed toothpaste up my nose when I overslept." I reminded him. "I can still smell and taste mint."

"Alright, I'll give you that one." Sam smiled.

"Bobby told us about this awesome diner on the reservation that's near here. We're going to go for burgers and meet him there." Dean said.

"Sounds like a plan." Sam put his back against the seat and looked out the window. "God, it sucks here. Who would want to live in the rain all the time?"

"Vampires." I answered.

We pulled into the parking lot of the diner and parked beside Bobby's truck.

Bobby climbed out of the driver's side of his truck and wrapped me up in a hug when I went to greet him.

"You keepin' these boys in line, Mya?" He asked, smiling.

I returned his smile and nodded my head.

"Always." I replied. "Now, Bobby… I love you dearly, but if we don't eat soon, I'm afraid I might be the next thing you hunt."

"Warning taken." He said.

Sam and Dean shook their heads and we made our way into the diner.

When we walked through the door, I looked around and noticed almost everybody inside was of Native background. I smiled, remembering the stories that my dad used to tell my brothers and me when we were younger.

"The Quileute's have a very special ancestry." John began. "They possess the spirit of the wolf, but not in a bad way. You see, when they turn into these spirit wolves, they are there to protect their land and families from the only evil being they kill. Who can tell me what the only thing they kill is?"

Dean spoke up before Sam and I even had a chance.

"They kill vampires."

I rolled my eyes. Dean was such a kiss-ass when it came to our father. He was just like him, too. It was always 'shoot first, ask questions later.'
"And what's the other name for the vampires that they kill?" John asked.

I raised my small hand and looked up at my father. He nodded at me to give him my answer.

"The Cold Ones." I responded.

He smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

"That's right, Mya."

We walked past the main counter and I noticed a boy staring at me like he had just discovered a gold mine. I gave him a smile, but he just continued to stare.

Well, that's a little creepy… I thought to myself.

Sam and Dean noticed what was going on and they made me sit on the inside of the booth near the window.

"That guy over there creeping you out?" Sam asked.

"No, it's fine." I answered. "Besides, he's kind of hot…"

"Oh, geez…" Dean mumbled. "Did you really have to say that?"

Bobby gave out a small laugh and shook his head.

"We're going to have a hard time with you aren't we, girl?" He asked me.

"Psshht, never..." I smiled.

I reached down into my purse to grab my cell phone. It wasn't there.

"Damnit, I left my phone in the car." I said.

I shoved Sam out of the booth so I could get out and retrieve my phone.

"Hey now…" He said, brushing himself off. "Did you have to do that?"

"Seriously? You're going to shove me in the inside of a booth at a diner because some hot guy is ogling over your baby sister, and I can't push you out of the booth so I can get out?" I replied.

"Do you want me to go outside with you to the car?" Dean asked.

"You guys are delusional. Have you forgot what we do for a living?" I shook my head. "I'm pretty sure I can handle myself, guys. Thanks."

I walked out of the diner and up to the car that Dean called his 'baby'. I opened the door and opened the glove box and grabbed my phone from inside. When I closed the door, I saw a reflection of somebody standing behind me. I screamed and jumped.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…" The guy said.

"It's fine. My heart will start beating again in a couple minutes." I said, grabbing my chest.

He smiled.

"I'm sorry if I crept you out in the diner." He apologized. "We don't usually have too many visitors pass through here."

"I can tell." I smiled. "I'm Mya."

I stuck out my hand, secretly hoping he would touch it with his own. Apparently hoping for something actually works. He shook my hand.

"I'm Jacob, but my friends call me Jake." He replied. "So what are you doing passing through La Push?"

"My partners and I are on a job right now in Forks." I answered.

It wasn't until now that I realized this beautiful Quileute boy was still shaking my hand. I'm guessing he realized the same thing because he let go very quickly and put his hands in his pockets.

"You look a little young to be a cop." He said.

"You know, I get that a lot." I smiled.

"Are you guys investigating the missing hikers?"

"Yeah. Pretty strange how their bodies were all drained of blood, huh?"

The least I could do was try and get some information out of him. It didn't seem like it was that hard of a job…

"Yeah… That's one word for it." He replied.

"Have you noticed any weird people coming around here lately? They would probably only come out closer to dark or in the rain. You'd probably never see them around on a sunny day."

He seemed to stiffen a little bit and started looking around like he didn't want to continue my interviewing him.

"Nope, not around here." He said. "Maybe you should try talking to Chief Swan at the Forks Police Department."

"Okay. I will, thanks."

"I'm sorry but I have to go." Jacob said, walking away.

"Wait." I shouted.

He stopped and I walked up to him.

"Am I ever going to see you in Forks?" I asked.

He smiled and took something out of his pocket. It was his cell phone.

"What's your number? I'll give you a call later." He smiled.

We exchanged phone numbers and he started running off toward the forest line.

"Cute, but strange…" I mumbled to myself.

I walked back into the diner and sat on the outside of the booth beside Sam.

My brothers and Bobby were looking at me like I was insane.

"What the hell was that about?" Dean asked.

"Chill out, Dad." I said. "He apologized for staring, and I asked him about the hiker situation and he got all freaked out. I have his number, so I think I'm going to work a bit of the Winchester charm and see what I can get out of him."

"You're nuts." Bobby said.

"No," I denied. "I'm not nuts, I'm just doing the job."

I smiled and stole a few fries off of Dean's plate.

I'm doing the job and I want to see Jacob again… And soon.