Author's Note:
This is the first Chapter of True Love Triumphs. I am determined to finish this story. I'm not sure how long it will take, but it will one day be finished. I've just started on the second chapter, so it should be up by the end of the week (hopefully). Please read and enjoy! I don't own Twilight.
Chapter 1: One Year Later
Blond hair. Blue eyes. Southern drawl. Hoopskirts. Dances. Antebellum. Texas. Gunshots. Soldiers. Red eyes. Vampires. Bloodshed. Screams. Pain. A nightmare that never ends.
I woke with a start. What a disturbing dream, I thought to myself. I wish I would stop having it. It was the same thing every night. I was dancing in some Scarlett O'Hara dress with a Confederate soldier. It then flashed forward to him fighting and then being turned into a vampire. I never saw his face clearly; just his hair and his eyes before and after the change: always full of determination and later, pain.
I had been having this same dream every night since the anniversary of The Incident. I hadn't told anyone about the dream yet. Who knew what they would think, especially someone at the agency. I trusted my fellow hunters with my life, but they were not known for thinking rationally when it comes to killing the undead. Usually it's kill and then ask questions.
A little over a year ago I was attacked by the vampire Zeus. Since then. I have learned about by hunter heritage and have been trained by the best to defeat evil creatures of the night. My best friend, Jacob has also learned of his unique heritage; he comes from a long line of wolf shifters. He is beta to the pack at La Push, where he is training to one day become alpha of the pack and chief of the tribe. We are still really close and have gone on several missions together. I live with my Dad in Forks. Dinner is always a quiet affair but we live quite harmoniously, and it's always a riot when Garrett comes to visit. Dad turns into a teenager and those two get into mischief and remember the good old days.
This past year I have been homeschooled through the agency. This was to ensure that I could control my hunter's abilities, which kicked in the first time I was exposed to a vampire. Jacob told me it is similar to the gene of a shifter: it's activated by the exposure of a vampire.
I start school next week. I will be attending Forks High School, home of the Spartans. Oh, joy. I will be surrounded by mundane teenagers who are completely oblivious to the dangers of the supernatural hotspot that Forks truly is. I will also be seeing the Cullens for the first time. The Cullens are a coven of animal drinking vampires, a unique phenomenon in the supernatural world. They have a treaty with the Quileute tribe, protecting them from the wolves, as long as they don't step foot onto La Push, kill or turn any humans. My first solo assignment from the agency is to simple see if the treaty is still intact. My job is to go to Forks High School as a student and make sure the Cullens don't lure anyone to their death.
It seems like a super simple assignment, and in truth it probably would be in any other town in the world. Unfortunately, Forks being the supernatural hotspot it is, there will always be something for me to take care of, or at the very least, be an ally to the wolves. Between the insane amount of homework given by the mediocre public school system and my "extracurricular activities," I should be fairly busy. No time for any sort of love life, I thought to myself, blushing. Once again, I was thinking about my mysterious dream and the even more mysterious man in it.
I decided it was time to talk to someone about this reoccurring dream. My instincts were screaming at me not to tell my fellow hunters, so I decided I would confide in Emily, Sam's fiancé. Sam is the current alpha of the pack; he was the first to phase. Emily is Sam's imprint. Imprint is the term the wolves use to describe their soulmates. Once they phase, they are able to identify their soulmate. Sometimes the soulmate is a lot older and sometimes a lot younger. The wolf acts accordingly to what his imprint needs. They work as a support system for one another, with Sam and Emily being the mother and father figures that the wolves, especially the younger ones, need. Unfortunately, Sam didn't have a support system when he first phased, and as a result his imprint got hurt. Emily used to have thick ugly scars on one side of her phase. The agency was able to make them a lot less noticeable, thanks to the magic of the healers. They are now just fine white lines, still noticeable but no longer cringe-worthy. Sam was also dating Emily's cousin Leah, creating many sticky situations. Emily and I became close during this time; I helped her with the supernatural stuff and the loss of her cousin/ best friend and she helped fill a void I didn't realize my mother had left. She's become my big sister.
So, I climbed out of bed and hopped in the shower. I used my strawberry scented shampoo and body washed, followed by lotion. I switched up the scents every so often, always avoiding floral scents because of what Zeus said I smelt like. I haven't heard from him since the incident, but the Originals like to keep a low profile, especially after they've been beaten.
I shook myself out of my musings and finished getting ready. I then grabbed a granola bar and shoved my feet into my old beat-up converse before heading to my truck. I have an old Chevy truck from the fifties. It was a birthday present from Jacob. He completely rebuilt the engine. Fixing up cars is a hobby of his. He's currently working a rabbit, whatever that means. Ancient folklore I can decipher; cars not so much.
When I arrived at Emily's house in La Push, many of the wolves were there. Night patrol must have just ended. Emily always has food waiting for the wolves for after patrol.
"Bella's here!" shouted Seth, the youngest wolf. He's only 14 and already third in command. He's also the sweetest and soon to be my step-brother. His mom, Sue, and my dad just got engaged. His dad Harry, died from a vampire attack around the same time I met Zeus. He and I think there is a connection between the two, but there's no convincing Sam or the agency.
"Hey Seth! How was patrol?" I asked getting out of the car. "Any vamps?"
"I didn't come across any, but Quil fell into some bear poop!" He didn't say poop.
"Language Seth!"
"Sorry sis."
"Wait- what do you mean Quil fell in bear poo. He's a wolf. That's something you guys can smell from a mile away! Did you push him?"
"Of course not."
"Good."
"Leah did."
"What did I do?" came a voice from inside the house. Leah stepped outside with a cinnamon role in one hand and coffee in the other.
"Push Quil in bear poo," replied Seth.
"He was being an idiot," shrugged Leah.
"I thought I heard you!" exclaimed Emily as she came outside. "You two need to stop monopolizing Bella!" said Emily as she hugged me. "Come on inside! I just made some muffins and eggs. I'm sure you haven't eaten breakfast and no, a granola bar does not count as a meal."
We went inside and I grabbed a muffin, saying hello to Sam and Paul as they left for patrol.
"We're going to head on home and get some sleep," said Seth as he grabbed a couple of muffins.
He and Leah left and soon it was just me and Emily. "Can we talk?" I asked her.
"Sure thing. Let me just wipe down these counters real quick. We can go sit on the porch. It's such a nice day out. Sunny for once.
At first when we sat down on the porch it was just silence. Emily was the first to break the silence.
"Are you excited for school next week?" she asked me.
"Not really. I don't relish the idea of spending my time around hormonal, petty teenagers," I replied.
"How is that any different from spending your time here?" She asked, curiously.
"I don't have to wear a façade." I replied with my voice cracking.
"What did you need to talk about? Is it new school jitters?"
"I… I have been having these dreams. Well, dream. It's the same dream on repeated occasions."
"What about this dream? Is it a nightmare?"
"No, it's not a nightmare. I wouldn't even consider it a bad dream, at least not most of it. Some of it is quite… well, nice."
"Do you went to tell me about it?"
Did I? I wasn't so sure anymore. "I…I don't know."
"Why don't you tell me what concerns you about it. You said it wasn't all bad, right? Well what is bad?"
"Well, it has a vampire in it."
"That makes since. Wasn't the anniversary of The Incident not long ago? Perhaps this dream is simply your subconscious trying to make sense with what happened. You are human, after all."
"The thing is, I see the vampire before and after he was turned."
"You see it as a human? How unusual. Is this the first time you've had these sorts of dreams? This could be part of your hunter abilities. The archives show many hunters develop unique abilities outside of the usual enhancements." Emily is the designated historian of the tribe. It is her job to collect and study information of the tribe's history as well as the general supernatural's.
"This is the first time I have had dreams like this."
"I can check the archives, if you wish. Strict confidentiality, of course."
"That would be great. Thanks Emily."
"Hey Bells!" came the voice of my favorite person on the world.
"Jake!" I squealed, running into his arms. He caught me and spun me around. He then put me down on the ground and pulled my phone out of his pocket.
"Did you forget something?" He asked me, raising one eyebrow in the most infuriating way.
"Whoops," I shrugged sheepishly.
"Charlie dropped it off this morning. He said to tell you to check-in with him later and that he would be working late."
"Thanks for the message. Emily still has some muffins if you want some."
"That would be great!" He then ran into the house like the wolf he is.
Emily and I followed in after him and had a nice, easy going day.
TLT
That night, when I was saying my nightly prayers to God, I prayed for the mysterious man in my dreams. I didn't know what this man had gone through, or if he was even still alive, but I did know that if he was, he needed some comfort. The little bit I remember seeing in my dream of his life was horrific; I can't imagine the horrors he went through. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Blond hair. Blue eyes. Southern drawl. Hoopskirts. Dances. Antebellum. Texas. Gunshots. Soldiers. Red eyes. Vampires. Bloodshed. Screams. Pain. A nightmare that never ends.
Gold eyes.
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