AN. Alright, since it was a filler chapter, I'll cut you some slack, but I want more reviews next time! I only got one review; from Siera-Cullen. But I will write this, because if I don't, then this story will never finish. I will have to start the love story part a little sooner, or I"m going to have to write a lot faster. Or I could start doing Eclipse in Kris's pov, before this story is done. Anyways, I'm doing this on my grandmother's computer, and we will be moving, about next summer and will be getting rid of her computer (Because At&t pissed her off) and she wont be living with us (Thank god) so I might not be able to finish this series of stories, but I will try.
How Dare You?!?
KPOV
The next week passed slowly, and everyday Bella called Jake's house, begging to talk to him. I knew she couldn't talk to Jake, but I missed him too. I understood that she couldn't just give up on him even though it was tearing her apart. I couldn't let him continue this. As soon as he could mildly control himself, he would talk to Bella. If he couldn't tell her, or wouldn't, then I would.
That Sunday, Bella sat in the truck for over 30 minutes trying to decide if she should go see Jacob. That day she decided that she would wait a week and if he hadn't talked to her then she would go to his house. I would go with her.
The next week passed excrusiatingly slowly, and when Sunday finally came I was almost glad. He would know what I was now. Would he still believe me to be the same person? Of course he would, but would he believe that I was allowed to be there? Of course not, unless I explained.
Bella parked her truck outside of Jacob's house, rolled the windows down, and started drawing on the back of a piece of paper. I propped my arm up, and leaned against the inside of the door, staring into the depths of the forest. Suddenly two hands slammed against the side of the truck right at Bella's door. I whipped around, and saw Jacob, his hair cut short.
"What are you doing here?" He asked. His voice was harsh, and I saw Bella wince. The wind shifted, blowing my scent in the direction of the werewolves standing behind Jacob. Their expressions all changed at the same time, and they ran to the passenger side of the truck, opening the door, and the eldest grabbed me, and pulled me out, shoving me against a nearby tree.
"What are you doing here? You know of the treaty, Cullen, and yet you come on our land. This means the treaty is broken, bloodsucker!" He sneered. I shoved him away from me, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
"How dare you?!? I'm not technically a Cullen, and I have a seperate treaty then the one you spoke of. Also, don't you dare call me bloodsucker again, dog!" I growled, pissed.
"Oh yes, you have the same eye color and yet you arent' a Cullen. You look like the young male, and yet you aren't related to them, of course not!" One of the boys said sarcastically. I almost laughed.
"Yes, I have the same eye color, yes I look like Edward, and yes I am related to him, but I am not a Cullen. My last name is Masen and as I said, I have a different fucking treaty!" I said, frustrated.
The oldest was smarter than them. He knew they shouldn't anger me. He was right. "And what is this treaty that you speak of?" He asked. Our voices were low. Jacob could hear us. Bella could not.
"When Ephraim Black was the Alpha, I came here, but something happened that has never happened before, or since; he imprinted on a vampire, me. I didn't love him, and was still mourning the lose of my love when this happened, so I regected him, but he didnt' want me to be harmed by his ancestors, or their packs, so he set up a treaty, just with me. I am allowed on the reservation, and none of the members of the current pack may harm me, but if I attack anything, even a bird, on the land, then the current pack may do as they see fit. But if the pack harms me without being provoked, then I may do as I see fit. You can't hurt me." I saw Jacob turn to look at me in shock. Of course he was, his grandfather imprinted on his friend who just happens to be a vampire. It can't get any weirder than that.
Sam Uley sighed, and stepped back, allowing me away from the tree. "See, that wasn't so hard." I laughed.
"Alright, but we want to talk to you. Inside." He gestured toward's the house, at the same time as Bella got out of the truck, sending me a confused glance before walking off, with Jacob following her.
Once we were inside, I sank onto the couch. Billy came in from the kitchen and saw us all in the living room. I was totally at ease, while the werewolves were tense in my company. When Billy saw this, his eyes widened, and the glass fell from his grasp. It shattered across the ground, and before Billy had even noticed that it fell, I had the mess cleaned up. They all stiffened at the speed, and I laughed.
"Why is everyone so tense? This problem was solved long ago. You touch me, I can do whatever I see fit, I attack even an animal on your land, and you can do what you see fit, that's all. Don't try to attack me or anything, and everything will be fine!" Billy slowly relaxed, but continued sending nervous glances between me and the pack.
"But can you prove to us that you knew Ephraim?" Sam asked. I nodded, reaching into my jacket pocket. I pulled out a small little wallet, filled with pictures. I opened it, and flipped to the very back. I held it up for them to see. It was old, showing a young Ephraim Black, standing next to me, both of as laughing as a little boy ran between us. Everyone gasped. The next one would really shock them.
I flipped to the next picture and held it up. This picture was only slightly younger than the last, showing Ephraim Black sitting on a bench, with the young boy sitting next to him. I sat on the other side of the bench, next to the boy. The surprising part was that a similar picture was in a frame nearby. This one was the same thing, though I was missing. I smiled, and stood up, walking over to the frame, and taking the picture out. It was folded. I passed it to Billy, unfolding the side so that the picture was once again straight. It matched the picture I had exactly.
"You...you were here when I was a little boy." Billy said, touching the picture were he sat next to me. I nodded, and he showed the picture to the others. "She's telling the truth." He stated, and the pack instantly calmed.
"So Ephraim Black really imprinted on you?" Sam asked.
"Yes, he did. He was a wonderful man, but it was hard to see that clearly at the time. I regreted rejecting him for a long time." I whispered.
"We thought all of our stories were based on fact though..." Jared started, but I interrupted him.
"They are, mostly. There was a story about this though, but people stopped telling it. Nobody wanted to think that one of the pack could fall in love with their enemy. Also it was very unlikely that it would happen again. It was one of the more romantic stories though." I sighed, lost in my memories.
"Can you tell it?" Someone asked. I looked up. It was Paul. I sighed.
"I can. Does anyone want me too though?" I asked. Everyone nodded, and the front door opened. Jacob walked in and I ignored the request at the moment.
"I understand that you can't see her, but you didn't do something stupid right?" I asked, desperate for information. I turned to look outside. Bella was crying. He did something stupid all right. He ignored my question. "You broke your promise to her." I said, going over to sit down again. He sighed and sank to the floor. I had hit a weak spot.
"Go on, tell the story." Jared urged. I smiled, and almost laughed.
"Not long before the Third Wife saved her sons with her sacrifice, there was another son. He was still young, and had barely transformed, but his will was strong. He was a good fighter, but he had not found someone he truly loved. He didn't believe that there was one woman that he would imprint on, he believed the imprinting to be just an exageration. He and his brothers went out, searching for the source of the disappearances of two men from a nearby village. She evaded them, without their knowledge, and looped back in a circle, heading toward's their village. They soon traced the scent back, but it was too late. She had attacked three young woman, and killed a man. When they caught up to her, other's from the village had run, and she was about to follow them. In that instant, the young man finally found a match. he knew that the imprinting had not been exagerrated, for how else could he love someone who had killed those from his own village, people he knew? The connection went two ways, and she paused, torn by the decision. She knew that if she stayed she would be killed, but if she left she would no longer be able to feel what she felt in that moment. She gave up, sinking to her knees in the mud as it rained. The others were free, no longer at risk from this woman, but the man's brothers were afraid. They did not believe her to be tamed by the strange connection that pasted between the two, though they also knew that they could not kill her, for they knew their brother's anguish at the thought.
She spoke in a strange language, that they did not know, though certain words were recognizable. Another knew small amounts of the language she spoke. She would allow them to do what they believed was right for the tribe. She would allow them to kill her, for she knew of her mistake, though it allowed her to survive. Otherwise, she would disappear, but the man cried out at the thought, transforming back. The four bodies lay on the ground, not far from the woman, mostly drained, a reminder of her mistake. She longed for the death that did not come." I paused there. Would this upset them? I hoped not, but I was afraid to continue for fear of their reactions. They were staring at me, interested.
"And what happened next?" Jared asked, prompting me forward. I sighed, continuing.
"Though the languages were different, she understood what the man wanted when he urged to to stand. A promise, a trade was created. She stayed nearby, hiding in the mountains, warning the werewolves when those of her kind were near. She helped them fight, but she did not continue with her ways of hunting. She was the first cold one that stopped drinking human blood. For years they lived in this way, the man not stopping the change so he could be with his love, but eventually it caught up to them. Three women, all mates to those lost because of the woman, came to the village, when the werewolves were finally able to pause the woman, many had died. They were searching for the woman that had killed their mates. They ran from the werewolves, catching her scent. Only the man followed. When he reached the mountains, a fight had broken out. She understood what was happening, but was soon killed, caught off guard by the attack. They left the man alone, grieving over the death, the lose. Only the memories remained for him, and he stopped transforming, growing weak, he was there to see the Third Wife's sacrifice, and many more events, but never did he forget the woman that had finally broken his resolve, the woman that had gotten through all of his defenses."
I looked at Jacob. He was sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. I wondered what had gotten through to him, the story or his broken promise to Bella. He would talk to Bella tonight, I knew that for sure, and it had to end happily. I couldn't let Bella and Jacob continue to balance like this. I stood up.
"Well um, I have to go now." I said quickly. I didn't know if they understood the rushed words, but I headed towards the door. The intrigue I had seen in every pack member's eyes had spurred me on, but the story was over. I was finished.
When I got back to Bella's house about three minutes later, Bella was in her bedroom. She was crying, tears leaving streaks on her cheeks. I would go to the Cullen's old house, but I was afraid to leave Bella alone. She was so fragile in this moment.
"Shh, Bella it's going to be alright, I promise." I whispered to Bella. Soon she had fallen asleep. A while later there was a grating noise outside. Bella sat up, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked at me, fear in her eyes. She thought it was Victoria. She worried far too much, but after all, she did have good reason to. It was Jacob, but it was the new Jacob. He jumped through the window, and I whispered to Bella.
"I'm going to go downstairs. You guys can talk." I turned, and silently opened the door before heading down the stairs to the living room.
A while later, Jacob came down the stairs. He turned to look at me.
"Can you help her please?" He asked in a whisper. I understood what he asked.
"Yea, I'll help her the best I can, but she'll probably figure it out herself, she's smart." I smiled, and walked back upstairs to Bella's room for the rest of the night, as she muttered about the Native American 'superstitions'.
AN. I know this wasn't that good, but it was better than nothing right? Oh well, whatever I liked it, alright, that was a lie, I don't like any of my stories. Please review anyway though! Next chapter will be when Bella goes to La Push after she figures out about the werewolves, and then the next chapter after that is when she goes cliff-diving, and Alice shows up. Then is when they go to Volturi, and I promise that will be interesting. Just three more chapters until that point! PLEASE REVIEW!
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