Authors note: You're probably wondering if this story is going to tie in with the other twilight characters we know and love. Well, I'm just going to say that it's going to take a couple chapters for them to appear. But never fear they will appear! Also you may notice me incorporating Native American language so don't be surprised when you see a word like Ayashe, Ayasha (Cheyenne name meaning little one).

Chapter 2:

"Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep," urgh my mom must have made some new sound torture device to wake me up.

"Beep, Beep, Beep" Ok I'm up. I slowly opened my eyes and nearly jumped a foot off the ground. I was standing in what looked like a white hospital hallway. People were going about their business, chatting and weaving around each other. Doctors in scrubs and holding clipboards were hurrying from patient to patient. Normal hospital stuff, except for the fact I have know idea what was going on.

'What the hell' I thought to myself. How did I get into a hospital? I don't remember how I got here. I looked at the reception desk, where a woman around thirty was typing. 'huh maybe she knows what the heck is going on'

"Excuse me miss, can you help me, you see I kinda lost," she kept typing and completely ignoring me. 'Ok maybe she didn't hear me'.

"Hello? Hello" I said a little angry. I even started waving my hands right in front of her face. How rude can you be? I was right in front of her. There was a small, silver bell on the desk so I planed to ring it continuously, until she noticed me or was annoyed to death. I tried to slam my hand into the bell but when I did it didn't exactly have the desired effect. My hand went straight through the bell and the desk.

"Oh my god" I screamed. I then started to notice that even though I was standing right in middle of the hallway not one person had acknowledged me. Some doctor came rushing down the hallway straight at me and just when I thought he was about to collide with me, he walked straight through me.

It all came rushing back at me: the car, the crunching, and my family's screams. Oh my cheezits I must be dead. I thought you went to heaven when you die or am I in hell! Oh my god I'm dead. What about my mom and dad! What happened to them? Am I a ghost?

"No your not a ghost or dead" said a male voice behind me. I turned around and there was a young Native American guy in the weirdest get-up I've ever seen in my life. He was wearing some hippie suit, complete with red bell bottoms, a colorful vest, and so help me he was wearing a peace sign necklace. Normally I would be on the floor laughing my butt off, but this situation wasn't exactly my definition of normal. He kept staring at me with an amused glint in his eyes as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Who are you? Why can you see me? Am I dead? What are you wearing? Are you some kind of hippie angel? Or are you some kind of evil demon here to torture me with hippie music? (A/N: no offense people who enjoy that type of music) Where am-"

"Whoa slow down yazhi (Navajo meaning little one)." He said cutting me off. I usually babble when I'm staring to panic. But really who wouldn't.

"Ok, Ok" I toke a deep calming breathe and counted to ten in my head. Alright let's ask try that again.

"Who are you and why can you see me?" I asked in a less panicked tone.

He gave me a smile and walked over to me. He walked straight through a couple people along the way, which was more than a little weird. 'Huh at least I'm not the only freaky ghost or something out there.'

"My name is Alo (meaning spirit guide) Cheveyo (meaning wise warrior) and I can see you because we are both on the same spirit plane."

"Alo Cheveyo is quiet a mouthful don't you think? Mind if I call you Al?" I wasn't sure if this must be one of those crazy dreams where you're invisible to everyone else.

He laughed and then he looked at me seriously once again. He looked over his shoulder out the ice-covered window like he heard something. Hey back up wasn't it in June?

"You probably have a lot if questions Eryn, why don't we sit down and talk" he gestured to the almost empty waiting room. And we both sat down on the old creaky chairs. It was a little uncomfortable, but I wanted answers. So I leaned over the chair's arm.

"Ok, talk Al"

"Are you aware of the cold ones legend from your heritage?" It sounded familiar like something my nana told me when I was little. You see my mom is Native American and her sides of the family always were big on traditions. My mom has beautiful, long black hair and loving brown eyes. She's a little on the short size (around five' two) and very pretty. My nana also has long black, hair with streaks of silver/gray with a sharp birdlike gaze that would frighten even the most intimidating people.

"Ahh, I don't really remember much because dad's not really into that type of stuff" Dad was the exact opposite of my mom with blond hair and blue eyes. April got the lucky side of genetics with dad's blonde hair/ blue eyes. I got stuck with my mom's features just she makes it look pretty. I don't really stand out; my features just make me look normal, not too pretty or ugly.

"Well you might want to listen carefully then, you see there is this story about these cold ones and this tribe…..