A/N: So…I'm really super-duper sorry that this took so long…again. And I know I'm a horrible author for it, but I've been really busy with school, dance, being a teenager, and oh yeah, that awkward moment when you and your ex-boyfriend (whom you're still trying to repair your obliterated friendship with) like the same guy. Anyone else know how that feels? No? Okay, well I had to deal with that…And then there was that awesome moment when said guy likes you back and you're now dating…And have finally got your first kiss :D and so yeah…Anyways I'll just shut up now and give you your chapter. So much thanks and love go out to Mizackles, h(guest), Larkafree, PsychoPicasso, and CassXDeano for reviewing and taking the time to read about my life's troubles in my long and bitchy author's notes, you guys are just too awesome for words :)

Scary Stories To Tell At The Beach

I quickly recovered my composure and did my best to smolder at him, "I friggin love scary stories."

Sam walked over to an uprooted driftwood log and perched on one of its roots.

I followed him over, sitting on the body of the tree and turned to him expectantly.

"So…" He began slowly, "Do you know any of the Quileute tribe legends?"

"No, not really," I stated honestly.

"Well, our people have lots of old legends, some of them dating back as far as the flood when the ancient Quileutes had to tie their canoes to the tops of trees to survive like Noah and his ark." Sam smiled and rolled his eyes as if to say he didn't believe a single word of that story.

"'Our People'?" I asked teasingly. "Dude: you're white."

Sam huffed indignantly, "For your information pale-face, my mother was half Quileute and my father is more than a quarter."

I held my hands up in silent surrender and gestured for him to continue.

He nodded tightly and continued, "Another legend claims that 'our people'-" He grinned at me as he used air quotes, -"are descended from wolves - like, actual wolves – and that they're still our brothers. It's against tribal law to kill them and everything - it's considered to be the highest form of murder.

"And then, there's the legends about the cold ones," He smiled darkly, dropping his voice again as he spoke the last two words.

"The cold one?" I asked, becoming genuinely intrigued.

"Yeah, there are legends about them as old as the ones about wolves. Although…there is another more recent one…" He paused dramatically.

I gave him a teasing glare along with a warning whisper of his name and he continued.

"According to legend my own great-grandfather knew some of them. He was an elder like my father and he's the one who made the treaty that kept them off of our land."

"And why would he want them off of your land, exactly?"

"Well, you see the cold ones and wolves are natural enemies…well not actual wolves, but the ones that turn into men- like our ancestors. You would know them as werewolves."

"Werewolves have enemies?" I asked, giving him one of Castiel's head-tilts without even realizing what I was doing.

"Only one," He paused again and I leaned in closer, hoping for him to continue. "Well, back to the story: The cold ones are traditionally our enemies, but this pack was different. They claimed that they didn't hunt like the others of their kind - they claimed to not ne a danger to our tribe. So my great-grandfather made a truce with them: If they promised to stay off of our lands, then we wouldn't expose what they truly were to the pale-faces."

"You just keep telling yourself that you're not just as white as I am," I joked to lighten the mood before continuing seriously, "But, wait a minute; if they weren't dangerous then why the treaty?"

"Well, because there's always a risk for them to be around humans…even if they are civilized."

"What do you mean by 'civilized'?" I asked in confusion.

"They claimed that they didn't hurt humans; that they only preyed on animals."

I nodded, clearing my throat, "So, um, how does all of this fit in with the Cullen's exactly?" I asked, fighting to keep my voice casual. "I mean are they like the cold ones your great-grandfather met?"

"No," Sam held his breath, letting another dramatic pause draw out. "They are the same ones."

My heart dropped and I couldn't keep the look of fear and borderline horror from taking over my face.

Sam must have took my expression as a reaction from his story telling skills because he smiled and continued, "There's even more of them now too; a new male and a new female, but the others are the same."

"And how do you know that, it's not like they could have taken pictures of the original ones, right?" I asked skeptically.

"Well no, but in my great-grandfather's time they already knew the leader's name: Gabriel. By that time he had already lived here and left before your people had even arrived."

A chill ran down my spine as I forced myself to speak, "And what exactly were they supposed to be? The cold ones I mean?"

"Blood drinkers," He replied in a voice that sent chills through my entire body, "Vampires to the pale faces of course."

I turned and stared out at the waves, unwilling to let him see the myriad of emotions flickering across my face. I jumped when I felt a hand on my wrist. I composed my face as best as I could and turned to him.

"Dude," He spoke softly, his hand still on my wrist, "You have goose bumps…Was the story really that scary?"

I simply nodded, not trusting my voice enough to actually speak.

"It's completely crazy though, isn't it? That's probably why my dad doesn't want us to talk about it…"

"No worries, dude," I assured him, shooting him the flirtiest smile I could muster. "My lips are sealed."

He nodded, excepting my promise, "So…do you think that we're a bunch of crazy, superstitious natives now?" He said it jokingly, but I could detect a small hint of worry in his tone.

"No," I smiled honestly, "You're just really good at story telling. See, I still have goose bumps and everything."

"Cool," He grinned looking down at my arm.

Then we heard the clatter of beach rocks, letting us know that someone was coming. We looked up to see Chuck, Lisa, and Becky about thirty yards away.

"There you are!" Chuck called over, sounding relieved.

"We thought we'd lost you!" Becky agreed.

"Girlfriend?" Sam asked is a falsely nonchalant voice, finally taking his hand off of my wrist.

"Uh no…I'm not exactly the um…girlfriend type." I froze the second I realized what had just come out of my mouth. Had I seriously just blatantly suggest my sexuality to Sam? ? I held my breath and prayed that he didn't catch it.

"Oh…boyfriend then?" He spoke easily.

"No…Cuck is…just no."

"But, I bet that they both wish that they were," Sam smirked.

I grinned back and winked at him as I carefully slid down from the log.

Sam slid off

Too and turned so that we were facing each other. "So uh, when I get my license…" He trailed off hopefully.

"Definitely come to Forks; we can hang out sometime." And then I felt somewhat guilty because I knew that I had just used him, but in all honesty I truly did like Sam…He was cute in a kind of puppy-dog way and his eyes were pretty friggin beautiful. Maybe in a couple of years…

"Where have you been?" Lisa asked, cutting off my train of thought.

"Sammy was just telling me about some Native legends." I smiled at how natural my new nickname for Sam came out. I turned my smile to Sam and he grinned back.

"Well…" Lisa paused as her eyes flitted between me and Sam. "It's going to rain soon, so we're going."

I looked up at the sky and grimaced at the clouds forming there. "Alright, I'm coming." I turned my attention back to Sam, "You walking back with us?"

He shook his head, "No; I like the rain."

"Okay," I nodded, "Well it was really good seeing you."

"Yeah, I really enjoyed seeing you again, too," Sam said, playing along with my obvious taunting of Lisa.

I briefly glanced at Lisa who huffed and started walking back. I shook my head, looking back at Sam, "Hey, maybe next time my dad comes out to see yours, I can come out too."

Sam's grin widened as he beamed at me, "That would be great."

I smiled at him for a moment, plotting my next move. I quickly decided on a hug and carefully wrapped my arms around Sam who instantly returned my embrace. I squeezed Sam tighter and took a moment to revel in how strong his arms were and how nice it was to be pressed against another warm body. Finally I slowly pulled back, becoming suddenly reluctant to say goodbye to Sam. "And thanks…" I turned away with one last smile and followed my friends to Chuck's Suburban.

A/N#2: So let me know what you thought and this time I swear to Castiel that I will update sooner! Next up: trying to get the next story for 28 Tales of Kink up!

P.S. The title is a play on the book series Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (if you haven't heard of them read them they are awesome!)