Ok people brace your selves! I got creative here and made my own character since everyone the Cullens know is dead. I know it's a lot of boring text but you need the background before I can get to the rest or else I will throw your world over board! This chapter goes out to Sunny Book Lover. Thanks for the review! Hope you like the chapter. If not you have all permission to say so.
Hardy POV
My existence is meaningless. What the hell am I still doing here? Oh right. I don't have the balls to break my word and ask the "all powerful" Volturi to just freaking kill me. I'm protecting the people of a tribe who hate me. I've lived among these people for all these years and they still treat me like a leper. I made a promise to stay and I'm and idiot for doing so. I AM ALONE! Sure here is my nephew but he has a life of his own to lead and he is only around because I am a family burden. I have a pack once in a while to help me protect the people, they are kinder to me because they see inside my head the way no one else can. I guess if I had to spend all of eternity alone this would be the way to do it.
I'm sorry, I'm over here rambling on about my poor pathetic existence when you have no idea who the hell I am. Well I'm Hardy. I know, weird name right? And it's not exactly a girl's name. Well my mom wasn't exactly in her right mind when she had me. My story is fucking complicated so try to keep up and don't ask too many questions or I will get side tracked ok? So my name is Hardy Black and I am a member of the Quileute wolf pack. Well actually I'm the alpha. Whoa! Calm down! I said it was complicated ok! So let's start from the beginning, before I was born. The Blacks have been the head of the Quileute tribe for years. I have heard all of the stories. I am a direct descendant from the last chief Ephraim Black. My mother was Jessica Black daughter of Rachel Black. If you recall old stories Rachel black was imprinted on by Paul, a member of the last big wolf pack. She decided to keep her last name because she didn't want the black name to die out. Completely in love with her Paul agreed.
Anyway Rachel and Paul had a daughter and raised her for fifteen happy years until she met my father. Joham, a horrid Libishomen, had tricked my mother into loving him. You would think a Quileute of all people would be the last to fall for the tricks of a Libishomen. But she was young and loved the stories of the Cullens and her Uncle Jacob Black. She thought she could change him. Ok you have that weird look on your face, so you must have done that math in your head. Yes I am a member of the Quileute wolf pack; I am a werewolf/shape shifter or whatever you want to call us. My father was a Libishomen, a.k.a. a vamp who preys on beautiful women. I'm half werewolf half vampire. You have my permission to vomit.
I can't help what I am. I DID NOT WANT THIS! When Paul and Rachel found out that Jessica of pregnant they tried to kill me from inside her but she wouldn't let them. She said every baby deserves to live no matter who wants them and she wanted me. So I was born and she died. There were no vamps around and they didn't know which was worse, losing their daughter to death or a fate worse than death. They didn't kill me after she died because she had given them one last request.
"Please! Mom, Dad. Take care of my Hardy. She's so strong but she needs your help to be as strong as her aunt Renesme. I love her so much, she could be something."
They didn't kill me but they could not raise me, so they left me to my grandfather Billy. He did what he could but he was in a wheelchair and couldn't play with me when I was young. Paul and Rachel soon adopted a little boy into the family and for a long time I was not allowed near my new uncle. It was after I was on a hunting trip in the forest that I ran into Paul and Rachel with Michel. I was about three at the time (though I looked to be about ten or eleven), and he was seven. For some reason he smiled at me and screamed, "Sister!" he ran up and hugged me. Paul and Rachel were on edge but let us go. I couldn't believe it. From that day on we were inseparable. He was my best friend in the world, I couldn't ask for a better brother. We talked about everything together and unlike the rest of the tribe he thought it was cool I was a half vamp. He was there form me when I phased for the first time. I was about five and was fully mature, it usually takes a two more yeas for half vamps to grow mature but the reaction of the werewolf side to the presence of vampire blood in my stream made me grow even faster.
Michel loves my wolf coat. In his words, it is the purest and most glorious shade of white he had ever seen in his life. He wished to God he was one of the wolf pack but he didn't have the gene in him. My coat was the exact replica of my skin; pail and "glorious white. I hade the features Quileute, but the skin of my vampire father. Ever since I was fully mature I have been protecting La Push and Forks from roaming vampires. They would come in ones and tows and I would take them all down. One such vampire was Joham. He was with his other daughters and asked me to join him. I violently said no and took a good chink out of him before he escaped. Soon after that I was visited by my brother Nahuel. He had been the first to turn my father down. I decided not to attack because he promised not to harm anyone; he just wanted to meet me. He told me about himself, his encounter with our "father," and of course the Cullens. He told me about my aunt Renesme and how he had met them all. I was amazed at the story.
The Cullens had been gone for about forty years at the time so I was still hearing stories. Their numbers have grown; they got a new member of the family about twenty years back. They like the big family. After that he left in peace and I gave not seen him since.
When I was twenty five Paul and Rachel died in a car crash with my aunt Rebecca and her husband. Michel and I were left to look after each other. We were the last remaining Blacks, Rebecca had never had children and we knew nothing of our uncle Jacob. That is the only thing that has kept me going after Michel died. He died about ten years back in 2095 at the ripe age of seventy-one. He was the best friend anyone could ask for. I knew being with me wasn't a job for him but he loved me like a sister. His son and grand son on the other hand, did not see me as an aunt. They had grown up with the knowledge of who I am and what I am. They were not like my mom and Michel. They hated me. The only reason they agreed to look after me was that Michel had asked them to. It was one of his final days alive when he had asked us all for a family meeting.
"I'm glad we're all here. First I want to say I've had a good life and am ready to die."
"NO!" I screamed. Before I could protest more Michel stopped me and continued.
"We know this day would come Hardy. You can't protect me forever. Now I have some last minute requests for all of you. Jr…" He addressed his only son. "I know how you feel about Hardy, but she is family, and we will treat her as such. The two of us have taken care of each other since we were young. Now I must die and leave her behind because she must never die. Do you hear me Hardy? You must never die!" He looked me straight in the eye. He knew I wanted to join him as soon as he was gone but he had forbid me to do so. "I need you to swear to me son that she will always be taken care of by you and your family to come. She protects La Push and she needs a family and back story for when we have outsiders come in. I need you to swear to me you will be her family. You must swear to do so. And this promise must be passed down from generation to generation as long as our family lives."
Michel Jr. gave a small frown, but he loved his father and live the rest of the tribe he could not deny that I was their protector no matter how much they hated me. He nodded his head.
"I need your spoken word son. Promise me."
"I promise dad."
A few days later Michel was gone and I was alone. I've always been alone, but Michel was a happy distraction. The past ten years have been that hardest of my life. But I had bigger problems. Vampires have been in bloom lately and I have had the unwelcome pleasure of dealing with them. I had a new pack. There were five of us. This was the biggest since my uncle Jacob and Sam's pack. My first pack was the usual three. We were only a pack for about a decade when vamps were snooping around for the Cullens again. But this was bigger. They came in clusters. I didn't know what was coming but it was going to be big.
"Hardy!" Here comes the pack.
"Can I help you J.J.?"
"I have news! Big news you are going to wan to hear!"
Then Joshua had to butt in, "Calm down J.J.! is it good or bad because I'm getting mixed signals right now. You sound like the circus is finally in La Push but you look like your mother just made you eat soap." Typical boys.
"Ok guys you want to can it? J.J. tell us what you need to say." Thank god for Robert! He is the best second in command. I waited silently beside Robert and Quil for J.J. and Joshua to stop arguing. They were the youngest in the pack and had some growing up to do. They may look like twenty five year old studs but they were really fifteen year old geeks. After two minutes they settled down and J.J. spoke.
"Their coming back!"
"umm hey dumb ass we're not phase right now so we can't read your mind. Care to elaborate?"
"Josh you are trying my patience."
"Sorry Hardy."
"Continue J.J."
"Thanks Hardy. What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted but this jackass…"
"I swear I'll knock you all around the forest all night if I have to…"
"Boys!"
"Sorry," they said in unison.
"Anyway the Cullens. The Cullens are coming back."
I think my heart sank to the floor.
"Hey aren't your related to them in some way?" Quil asked.
"Yeah my uncle Jacob imprinted on Reneseme Cullen."
"Family Reunion time!" Josh called. Robert smacked him over the head.
"What do we do about them Hardy?" Quil asked.
"I don't know the reason for their return. It may have something to do with the heavy vampire activity lately and it may not. It's been almost a century since they lived here…ninety-five years or so. They may be relocating back just because they don't risk being recognized. Either way we have to keep an eye out. When they get here no one approach. I will be first to deal with them. We have a treaty and don't forget they are a part of our family through our brother wolf Jacob."
The pack nodded their heads in agreement. We would have to prepare for their arrival. More then likely the Cullens would come closer to the school year. We had about a month and a half to prepare. So many things were going through my head at once. Jacob black, the only other living black was coming home. What the hell am I supposed to do? They need a freaking manual for this job. Ok here we go. Welcome back to Forks. Cullens. One happy family. Great…
So review and tell me what you think of Hardy. It's ok to hate her, won't stop me from loving her.
