Disclaimer: I hope everyone realises that all the original characters of Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer.

AN: just so you know you need to know this for this chapter, all the original pack are still alive at the Rez, no more clues, just remember that. Those with imprints in the books are happily married people, and those that didn't imprint... well, you'll see

Chapter 7

Aunt Keira wasn't ecstatic that my sister had decided to come to America as well, but had accepted it. Only then did I drop the fact her roomie was coming as well. She still took me to the airport three days later, but had been sulking at me. It wasn't my fault I had a very protective adult sister, and that she didn't understand that I was sixteen and not a little child any more.

Her flight was apparently as anxious for me as she was, as the flight arrived fifteen surprising minutes early. Probably eager to get rid of a twitchy woman I knew.

"ANA!!!" I heard a scream rip through the airport.

Following the direction of the scream, I found the tall, pale woman, with long curly black hair and sparkling hazel eyes that I knew as sister, waving as though I was blind. I may be wearing contact lenses, but seriously. Beside her I saw the ever laid-back John, with his lengthy brown hair tied back for once, and a tired look on his tanned face. I didn't blame him; how many hours had he been onboard that plane with my sister?

Suddenly, abandoning John, and ironically the luggage, my sister came sprinting towards me at speeds I believe she kept hidden for such occasions. Almost knocking me backwards with the strength of her collision, and then her strangling me with her bear hug, I knew I was home.

"Ana! You grew- Well, you didn't grow, you never do. But I missed you so much, I can't believe you left England to come all the way here. The plane journey was awful, IS THAT A CAST?!!" she grabbed my arm to inspect the purple cast further. "What happened? Did you break your wrist? Your hand? Wait, why aren't you wearing glasses? Did you get laser treatment? I heard it was dangerous. John was telling me about his friend who- oh where is that man? JOHN, GET OVER HERE!" I doubt my sister knew the meaning of silence or subtlety.

Nonetheless, John strolled casually over, dragging the two suitcases behind him. How these two became friends I'll never know, something to do with him being the only one with the tolerance for her personality I think. "Hello Ana." He said with a little nod of his head.

"Hey John, how was the flight?"

"I slept."

"Have a nice dream?"

"I don't remember."

"Nice food?"

"I missed the meal, I was asleep."

"The whole flight?"

"The whole flight."

"Why are you ignoring me?!" my sister whined.

"Calm down Sasha, we're just teasing you. And I'm supposed to be the younger sister." The twenty-six year old pouted at me. She had been in my company not even five minutes and she was already cheering me up. I love my sister.

"AUNTIE KEIRA!!" she screamed next to my ear.

Then again...

*

Apparently, Sasha had been very worried about me when she noticed how quiet I was. And I was the silent one... She can be extremely sweet sometimes. We were catching up on the car journey home when my aunt told me some news I'd rather not have heard.

"There's a bonfire this weekend at the beach, do you all want to go? Everyone's invited, and there'll be food, dancing and stories of the Quilente tribes. It's all very casual though."

A strange glint appeared in John's usually faraway green eyes, reminding me of his slight fascination with fire, and that he never got over the university student see-food diet. My sister however loved stories. I used to write and read stories to her; she said I had a lovely voice for story-telling. They were both going to say yes.

I however was not looking forward to going, as there was a huge chance that Jacob would be there to see the pack, so Nessie would go, so all the Cullens would go. All of them. I had managed to avoid going before, saying I had too much homework or something, but I couldn't say no this time, otherwise Sasha would stay with me and 'subtly' sulk.

Sasha and John came to cheer me up, but I wasn't going to tell them why I was down, and I wasn't going to let them find out. This weekend I would give the performance of a lifetime.

*

"Look! I can see the bonfire!" Sasha said, tugging my arm excitedly.

"Yes Sasha, we have eyes too." Was John's almost automatic response.

I just rolled my eyes.

We were dressed casually, although I doubt John had clothes that weren't casual, and we had just reached the edge of the beach. I could smell the scent of barbecuing meat and burning wood, and could feel some of the warmth emanating from the bonfire as we got closer. Laughter and chatter filled my ears, along with the faint sound of music in the background. Lots of people from Forks were here, but I was glad not to spot the Cullens or Blacks yet.

"Ana! I didn't think you'd come." I saw a strawberry-blonde head make their way through a crowd, followed soon after by a face and body I knew.

"Becca, hi."

"Who are your friends?"

My sister stepped forward offering her hand, "I'm Natasha Heverford, Ana's sister, but call my Sasha. Lovely to meet you."

Becca gave me a confused look. "Heverford?"

Moving Sasha quickly to one side and letting John through, I stared in shock when he took Becca's hand and kissed it, "John Saunders, pleasure I'm sure."

Becca only giggled when introducing herself, before slipping off with John to get something to eat, because in his words, John was 'a growing man, and men need even more food than boys to grow'. Honestly.

"So, just you and me sis." Sasha said, linking arms with me as we strolled around the fire. My eyes kept darting around me, ready for quick escapes from certain people. "Are you okay Ana? You look kind of shifty."

"I'm fine, just staying alert."

"For what?" Sasha turned to face me, worried all of a sudden. "Did you hear something? Should we leave? Oh my god what is it?- "

A hand suddenly appeared between our faces. As our eyed trailed up the arm to the face, we saw a very tall man, perhaps Sasha's age, with dark russet skin and short cropped black hair. I recognised him as one of Jacob's pack members. Warm dark eyes were trained on Sasha's face however, just as Sasha's hazel eyes were trained on his. They didn't even move for at least a minute, something Sasha's never done before. They couldn't have... could they?

"Hi." His deep voice rang to Sasha, slightly huskier then Jerem- no one's.

"Hi." Sasha squeaked back. I had never heard her squeak before, and she began to blush, another unseen thing. The man gave a deep rumbling chuckle, causing Sasha to smile.

"I'm Seth Clearwater, and you are?"

"Natasha Heverford, I'm Ana here's sister."

Finally looking away from my sister's face, although it seemed to pain him, Seth started when he saw who I was. Did I know him?

"Ana. I think Jacob mentioned you once or twice. Nice to finally meet you." Oh, Jacob had told him.

"You too."

"Sash! Come see this!" John called out, waving to Sasha over the crowd.

Sasha looked torn, before finally leaving, saying she'd be back soon. As soon as she was gone from sight though, I heard Seth give a low growl, I assumed aimed at John.

"Easy Seth, John's like a brother to us, they're not together. And no, your imprint isn't seeing anyone else currently."

"How did you know?" I gave him a look. "Oh, right, sorry." He continued to watched the crowd Sasha had disappeared in. "I don't understand how he does it though, not five minutes from her and I almost physically hurt. Remy's done that for what, three weeks?"

"Over two months in fact."

"Two months?! He's not human to stand so much pain."

"You think I don't hurt too? That these past two months have been easy for me?"

At this he once again turned to look at me, genuinely surprised, "I didn't realise the imprints felt pain too."

"Apparently you're not the only one. Still, I'm glad you found her Seth, treat her nice or you'll have me to answer to." I said, before telling him to pass the message on that I had gone to get a drink. I doubt he would move from the spot if he knew Sasha was going to join him again soon.

I grabbed some water and walked a little away from the mass of people, looking out to the sea. It looked so peaceful now. Dark and captivating. Like Jeremy...

But looking at how Jacob looked at Nessie, or how Seth had looked at Sasha just now, when could I ever recall a time when Jeremy looked like that at me? With such love and adoration, such pure happiness. The first time Jeremy properly looked at me, he had glared and turned away. Maybe I wasn't his imprint. I was probably just some pathetic, infatuated girl in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he probably felt sorry for me, nothing else.

"That isn't true Ana."

I spun round with a shriek, only to find Edward, Bella and Jacob standing before me. Great, the original trio.

I scowled, "Stay out of my head Edward."

"I had to correct your train of thought."

"You shouldn't know my train of thought."

"Regardless, Jacob has something to say."

Looking behind him, I saw Bella push Jacob non-too-kindly, and Jacob kept his eyes trained on the sand beneath our feet.

"Black-"

"Alright Cullen," Jacob said still refusing to look at me, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed things were easy for you, I was just worried for my son."

I stood simply looking at the werewolf for a minute before answering, "Understandable. Sorry I used your face to break my hand."

At that he gave a chuckle, "I think I can let it slide this once."

After a few more minutes of some idle chatter they left. I had left the bonfire for a while, and worried about Sasha, so started heading back. I needn't have worried, as I saw Sasha sat beside Seth on a log by the fire, listening to a tribe elder start his stories. She was wrapped in someone's coat, and that same someone's arm around her shoulders too. Sasha never seemed to have the time for herself, to be a girl, and it was sweet to see her like this. And it was comforting to know she was really with her Mr Right.

"Don't you want to sit down? The stories are quite long."

It was Jeremy; I'd know that voice anywhere.

"No." Thank god my voice didn't shake, that would have been embarrassing.

"Why? There's a place on the log over there."

"I don't want to sit there, I'd disturb Sasha and Seth, and they look too cute. Sasha'd get all embarrassed, which would annoy Seth, but he won't say anything to upset Sasha then. It would be less awkward if I just stay here, I can still hear the story anyway. Maybe I'll get some food, that'll give them some more time together. I'll have to chew slowly though and- What are you smiling at?"

I wasn't seeing things. Jeremy was really smiling at me.

"You ramble. You're a rambler." He said. "Interesting."

I just stared at him in complete confusion.