Chapter 2

EPOV:

7 Years

"Dad I'll never catch anything!" I exclaimed, eyeing my fishing rod like the devil himself had made it.

"Now son, we've only been doing this for half an hour, the fish don't start biting until at least an hours passed," he assured me.

I sighed, only half believing him, "Alright," I conceded.

I hated fishing. Hated it with a passion. And this was the first I'd ever even tried it. Whenever Dad came home, stinking of fish, I always had the biggest urge to puke. Who would ever want to spend all day after smelly little things like fish?

It was a question I had been thinking about for a while; ever since Dad had told me that he planned to take me fishing one day.

He barely even heard my shouts of protests.

Don't get me wrong, my parents loved me; my dad especially. Always coming to my soccer and baseball games, cheering me on from the sidelines, buying me the best sports equipment even though they were incredibly expensive. Yeah, my dad loved me. But I always felt that he had certain expectations for me, like he'd thought of them even before I was born.

He expected me to do well in school, go to college, probably become a cop like him, marry a decent girl and have 2.5 kids. But I didn't want that.

Sure I wanted to do well in school, who didn't? But I wanted to travel the world before I had to get tied down, probably take a gap year before college. I wasn't even sure what I wanted to be yet but I knew that it definitely wasn't a cop.

Breaking from my thoughts I threw the fishing rod back into the water, my brows furrowing and tongue peeking out from the corner of my mouth. I was sure I'd die of boredom when suddenly, the rod started moving.

"Dad I caught something!" I shouted excitedly.

"Okay son, reel it in like this," my dad said, his voice filled with pride. I looked over to his hands and watched how he reeled the line in.

I copied his movements and reeled the line in to reveal...a boot.

My face and shoulders dropped in disappointment.

"It's okay son, when I first went fishing I never caught anything, so be proud that you at least caught something," he said warmly, although his voice was filled with a tinge of disappointment.

I gave him a slight smile and carried on with my fishing, more determined to catch something than before.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I could feel someone's gaze on me. I looked in the direction of the forest and though I couldn't see quite that far, I could make out the shape of someone. A woman, I believed.

I closed my eyes, feeling as if I knew the woman. When I opened my eyes again, she was gone.

13 Years

I should have agreed to hang out with Jake, I thought. Anything is better than this.

I turned 13 today. Officially a teenager. Strange thing was that I wasn't the only one who was pleased about this.

I was currently standing outside of the restaurant where I had just had the best birthday meal ever. Did I forget to mention that I was surrounded by girls?

Most guys would love to be in this situation. Having girls coo at you, giving you what they thought were flirtatious smiles that looked more evil than nice.

"Happy Birthday Eddie," Tanya cooed as she ran her hand down my arm. I shivered though it was in anything but pleasure.

"Thanks Tanya," I said with a fake smile fixed on my face, mentally grimacing at her calling me Eddie. I hated that nickname.

I looked over her shoulder and saw Jake standing at the end of the street, barely keeping himself from falling over in laughter.

Asshole.

"Um ladies, I'd better go," I told them to which they all went 'awh'.

"Alright Eddie, see you at school," Tanya called as I walked down the street, waving me goodbye.

I shuddered, thinking that at school, things would be way worse. It wasn't that I hated the popularity. I loved it but at times it could get really irritating. Like the constant 'Will you go out with me?' and the awkward 'Um I'm not really looking to date' that always followed. Tanya had yet to ask me out but she probably thought that by not asking me out, I would probably ask her out one day.

I snorted at the thought. Never gonna happen.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I got the familiar feeling of someone watching me, though I knew it wasn't Tanya or any of the other girls that had been with her.

I looked to trees and froze. Standing there was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Brunette hair, pale flawless skin, pink pouty lips and golden eyes that were staring right at me that you could easily get lost in. She looked probably about 17 or 18 so I knew I had no chance with her, still that didn't stop me from taking a step towards her only to be stopped by Jake yelling 'Hey Edward you coming or do you wanna stay with your fans?'I turned to him giving him a glare, which he only laughed at. I looked back to the girl and sagged in disappointment as I realized she was gone. Damn.

As I was walking alongside Jake, I couldnt shake the feeling that I knew her from somewhere.

15 Years

"God I hate that guy!" I shouted, kicking a rock and imagining that it was Paul's head.

Ever since the first time I'd met him, I'd never liked Paul. He always had that air of arrogance about him. The one that said 'I'm hot and I know it'. He thought he was God's gift to women. More like nightmare.

I was hanging in the Black's garage with Jake, putting together his Volkswagen rabbit. He'd fallen in love with that thing the first time he'd seen it. He didn't care that it looked like junk or that it smelt like the dead had lived in it, he thought it was beautiful and he'd made it his life's mission to make sure that it looked beautiful to everyone that saw it.

Everything was good until Paul decided to walk in the garage, egotistical smirk in place. That thing must be permanent or something.

"Don't know why your bothering with that bag of bones, I'm surprised it's not in the scrapheap, oh well I guess not everyone on the rez can afford things like my parents can," he boasted, obviously trying to get a rise out of us. And it was damn near working.

Even though Paul's family lived on the reservation, his dad worked in some law firm in Seattle. The job gave him big bucks and Paul never went without anything. A fact that he always reminded us about.

I put a hand on Jake's arm to stop him from lashing out at him, "He's not worth it," I told him, giving him a look that said don't let him get what he wants.

Paul chuckled, "Yeah Jake, I'm not worth it, just like that piece of junk that you're working on."

"Don't you have some girl to be chasing Lahote?" Jake growled.

Paul's smirk stayed in place, "Why should I chase girls when they all come to me, I'm pretty sure your mum has a crush on me Swan, she's always avoiding me when I'm near her."

I almost lunged at him then but took a deep breath to steady myself. "She avoids you because she knows that trouble Paul," I sneered at him.

"Are you sure, I'm pretty sure that when she's with your dad she's thinking about me, thinking about how'd she'd love it if I touched her in all the right w-," but he didn't get to finish his sentence as my fist landed right in his face.

"What the hell Swan?!" Paul shouted as blood shot out of his nose. I swung my fist to land another punch but was stopped by Sam, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

I tried to pull my fist out of his hand but he was keeping in a tight lock. "Let go of my fist Sam, its nothing that he doesn't deserve."

"Edward you need to calm down," Sam said in what was meant to be a calm voice. It only fuelled my anger on more.

"Am I supposed to let him get away with speaking about my mom in that way?" I shouted at him, vaguely registering Jake coming to stand behind me.

He placed a hand on my shoulder, "Edward I think you need to cool off," he suggested. I turned to give him a disbelieving look.

"How can you be saying that? He's lucky a punch is all I gave him," I yelled. I heard a growling in front of me and turned to see Paul shaking in front of me, baring his teeth like a wild animal.

"Edward I think you should go," Sam said, watching Paul cautiously. "Don't come back until you've calmed down."

"Fine!" I growled, picking up my jacket and storming off in to the forests of La Push.

"Stupid, fucking Paul!" I shouted, kicking another rock. I was about to kick another rock when a grey wolf jumped in front of me.

I froze, my heartbeat speeding up.

"Shit," I cursed, taking a small step away from the wolf. Its black beady kept staring at me, not looking away once.

I broke into a run when I was far enough away from it. As I ran one thought ran through my head.

Huh, the wolf kinda looked like Paul.

17 Years

I never saw the wolf again. But that didn't mean that I didn't think of it.

The mystery girl also remained on my mind, her golden eyes etched into my brain. Even though I hadn't seen her since that day 4 years ago, it felt like she was watching me. Occasionally I would get that same feeling of the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, but every time I looked in the direction I thought where I thought she was, she wasn't. And every time I would feel an immense disappointment, one that I couldn't fully explain.

"Edward! Snap out of it."

I jolted out of my reverie and looked back at my surroundings. I was currently in the forests around La Push with Jake, Jared, Seth, Brady, Collin and unfortunately Paul. We were having a hang out, passing around hard lemonade and some of Harry Clearwater's fish fry.

I found it ironic that Jake had chosen this place to hold the hang out as it was the exact spot where I had seen that grey wolf 2 years ago.

"What's got your attention Swan?" Jake asked. I snapped my head up to look at him, contemplating on whether I should tell him and finally deciding that yes, yes I should.

"Just thinking about this wolf I saw a couple of years ago," I answered, not noticing how Jake stiffened at my words.

"You know the Quileute's are descended from wolves," Seth added in cheerily. Everyone around him gave him a glare which he steadily ignored.

"Seriously? Is that actually true?" I asked, actually intrigued by this.

"Well our tribe thinks it is, wolves protecting humans from the cold ones..."

"Seth!" Jacob shouted. "I think that's enough."

"No wait, I wanna hear this," I told Jake, walking over to sit next to Seth on the grass.

"Who are the cold ones?" I asked.

Seth paused before he spoke, "To us they're the cold ones but you they're..well..vampires."

I couldn't help it.

A snort of laughter escaped me before I could stop it.

"Vampires seriously?" I laughed. I was laughing so hard I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes.

"Find something funny Swan?" Paul sneered across from me.

"Yeah Lahote, the idea that vampires exist!" I gasped out between my laughs.

"Hey! Don't mock our tribe" Jake snapped.

"I'm not mocking your tribe, I mean I get the wolf thing, even the shape shifter thing but the vampire thing," I laughed, shaking my head. I could vaguely hear Brady telling Paul to calm down. I looked over to Paul, to see him shaking and growling.

All of a sudden his body blurred and a grey wolf leaped out at me.

A pair of black hate filled eyes was the last thing I saw before darkness overtook me.

So I hope this chapter cleared up a few things about Edward :) Sorry that it took a while for me to update but school is the main thing in my life right now but I will try and update as quickly as possible.

I'm not that pleased with the ending, might change it later if you guys don't like it *shrugs*. Let me know what you think, please review!

P.S I don't put a disclaimer at the top of the page because I figured that Stephenie Meyer probably already knows that I don't own her characters, so I don't really see the need for one :')

-Angela