NOTE: Sorry for the delayed up-date; senior year's been hectic. Also, check out the new prologue I put up. I think it works better than the first. Here are two new chapters.

Chapter 10

An Old Friend

"Alright, Lorie, I can explain! It was all Jared!" Jensen yelled loudly as he practically poked Jared's eye out while pointing the blame onto him. I stepped into the restaurant and stopped when I saw the complete mess of spiraling heaps of wires dangling from the ceilings. Jared hopped in front of me, "It's not as bad as it looks! We called another electrician and he'll be here as soon as possible!" I nodded, a silly smile still stuck to my face, "Okay." I walked off, a skip in my step, to the kitchen.

Jensen & Jared's Point of View

"Did you just see that?" Jensen gaped in disbelief. We stared at the doorway our sister had just disappeared through. "No way," Jared's eyes narrowed and he blinked knowing that there was no way in hell that what just happened was real. "She didn't yell at me?" Jensen was torn between being happy that he got off scott-free and being concerned that he didn't. One thing that we had learned (and endured) from our dear sister over the years was that she was the responsible one. That pretty much means that when we do something stupid and she is the one to beat us up and kick us back in line. So, naturally, when we called her to tell her that we screwed up, we expected her to bite our heads off. But no, she just says "okay" and walks off with a stupid smile on her face.

"Aliens," Jensen nodded to himself, "Yep, definitely aliens. They beamed her up and left a robot in Lorie's place." I almost agreed with him; that was how surprised we were. Schuyler never let us off. We always got caught and always got in trouble. "Do you think something happened with the Cullens?" Jared proposed turning to his elder brother. "That or she just won the lottery and forgot to tell us," Jensen agreed half-heartedly. We were both worried. "Maybe we should invite them for opening day to see what's up," Jensen suggested. Jared thought over the suggestion and actually agreed. "Yeah, something's definitely up."

Schuyler's Point of View

Alright, now I was worrying.

I sighed heavily and stopped in my pacing to glance again at the antique clock hanging on one of the only non-glass walls in the restaurant. I whined and returned to my endless pacing. You might be wondering why I, after having such a wonderful morning, am so antsy. Well, that's simply because it's ten o'clock and my knight in shining armor is late! Usually, around nine or so, I would turn around and find him sitting in a both waiting for me. But now one million questions ran through my mind. Where was he? Is this my fault? Is it because I wouldn't tell anyone my secret? Did he skip town because his fear of killing overthrew him? Did I do something wrong? Does he not like me anymore?

I whimpered and stopped to bang my head against the door to the kitchen. "Stinking vampire…" God, what did I do? I hit my head again and glared at the earth toned wall. The silence covered my like a blanket; I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

"Schuyler?"

Silence gone. "Eep!" I jumped at least a foot and twirled around fast enough to get whiplash. My racing heart only accelerated once I saw who my visitor was.

"Jasper?" There before me was the southern, beautiful man I had grown so accustomed to. My sulking instantly washed away only to be replaced with a smile, "You're late." He smirked and pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans; he then glanced at the clock with a frown, "Your clock is one hour fast." Okay, well, don't I feel stupid. I glared at the contraption and frowned. Jensen and Jared must have messed it up when they destroyed the wiring earlier. Speaking of wiring…

"I see that you've… remodeled," Jasper stated as he looked around the electrical war zone. I followed his gaze and shrugged, "It could have been worse. At least the building wasn't burned to a crisp." He raised an eyebrow. "It's a long story. Let's just say Jensen is disaster prone." He nodded, "I'll take your word on it." I walked over to the glass doors leading to the garden. I opened them and gestured out the door, "I guess we'll move this party outside." He scoffed and then appeared by my side. He reached an arm over my head and held onto the door. He leaned down and whispered, "Ladies first." "And who said chivalry was dead?" Jasper smirked; I frowned.

I sat down on a bench between the rose arch and the fountain. Jasper appeared with lightening speed and followed suit. I leaned back and smiled at him. He appeared completely relaxed. Lazily, he threw an arm around the back of the bench leaving his hand to dangle beside my shoulder. I stared out into the glowing black night and found myself lost in the anomalies and vastness of the stars and the shining moon. "You like to look at the stars." "Yes," I answered instinctively. I glanced at the god through the corner of my eye. "Why?" He asked. It would seem that I am not the only inquisitive one, I thought amusingly. I humored him anyway, "They never go away." I didn't have to look at him to know that he wanted me to elaborate. I lost myself again in the beauty of the night and answered him with the thoughts flowing in my mind, "I've been around for well over two centuries, Jasper. Over all of that time, people I'd grown to love, grown to know, they grew old and died. People and places are only temporary for people like us. We have no home, no friends or family outside a select few of our kind, if we should be so lucky; we know no constant." I stopped to breathe, "Yet, no matter where I am, who I'm with, or what year it is, I can look up to the sky and see the stars. They're home." "Home…" The word lingered in the air as we both stared up at the twinkling mysteries above us.


"I'll see you tonight," I smiled to the sparkling man before me. Jasper glanced at the rising sun in disdain, "It would seem so." He turned away from the light on the horizon to stare into my eyes, "I'll be counting the seconds." He leaned closer to my face, and hesitated only inches from my neck. Surprising us both, he buried his face in my wavy brown hair and inhaled. We both froze- him in restraint and me in worry. After a long moment, he relaxed, which created a domino effect. I relaxed as his kiss tenderly brushed my neck. His lips lingered, and he sighed. He untangled himself from my hair and restated, "Tonight." He leapt away into the forest neighboring the restaurant's property. I sighed in relief and turned to go back inside. Finally! Someone didn't ask about my "gift." "Sky," I felt an icy touch slide over my left arm. The ice pulled me into an iceberg. "Forget something?" I smirked as the vampire embraced me. He returned my cocky smile, "Yes. I have a theory." My smirk faded, "About?" His smirk widened and his eyes smoldered, "Your ability." Well, I'll give him brownie points for not referring to it as a gift. "Can't wait," I replied monotonously. He chuckled and ran off. The jerk just couldn't leave it at "see yah!" I groaned as I locked the door and walked around the building to my truck.


"April 30," I checked off the day on my calendar. Wow, time goes by when you discover an entire coven of vegetarian vampires. I chuckled as I threw the marker into the drawer of my desk. I stretched out to pop several of my bones. I then waded over to my closet and set to work on finding something else to wear (as I had just taken a shower). Not caring too much about my outward appeal, I grabbed a few random articles of clothing- a faded pair of jeans, a white lace chocker, random undergarments, and a Nightmare Before Christmas t-shirt that hung loosely over my curves. I glanced in the mirror at myself and combed through my drying curly hair. Satisfied that I didn't look like something from the black lagoon, I threw on two random knee length socks, one purple and black and the other pink and red, and a pair of black converses.

Now, what would I do today? I pondered over what I could do with my peaceful Sunday. A conversation I had with Jasper came to mind.

"Are the Cullens the only supernatural beings in Forks?" Something in her eyes told me that she somehow already knew the answer. "Besides you and your family? No. But… in La Push, there is something else." Her eyes lost focus as if she were recalling a past memory. I answered her before she could ask the question, "Werewolves."

It was far past time to keep my promise and meet up with an old friend or two. I left the house and ran through the forest in the general direction of La Push.


I was only a few miles away from the Indian reservation when I caught the scent that I was looking for, the scent of wolf. I stopped running at blurring speeds and looked around the forest for anything other than green. Silently I thanked Jasper for passing on the unrivaled eyesight. Nearly a mile away to the east, I saw a blur of brown. He was getting closer. I nearly burst into laughter as he passed me without so much as even a hint of noticing my presence. So… being me, I decided to help the old dog out. And well, that meant leaping out of no where.

The colossus wolf, which I had greatly underestimated size-wise, stopped in his tracks and slip forward a few feet. I grinned up at the great beast, "What's up with you, Black? Growing senile in your older years, I see." The beast growled at me; I saw some type of emotion well in his eyes. "Now, now, pup," I smiled as I appeared right in front of him. I reached up and scratched behind his ear. I continued by patting his chest, "Wow. You sure have been eating a lot ever since I left. Geez, Ephraim! You're as big as a house!" The creature snorted and glared. I winked, "No more Oreos for you." I looked over towards La Push and then whipped around with a big grin, "I'll race you to your house, Black!" I took off running. I chuckled when I heard the stumped wolf turn around and shoot off after me.

"Beat you!" I chirped as I reached the house first. The wolf was still a blur behind the trees. Deciding not to wait, I walked right in. And imagine my surprise when just about everything looked exactly the same as when I had last seen it. "Wow, Billy," I mumbled as my fingertips grazed over the old wallpaper. It was like I'd stepped into a time capsule. "Jake?" I jumped at the voice. I soon heard what sounded like something being wheeled into the room. I turned around to find two wide black orbs staring straight into my own widened eyes. "Billy?"

"I GOT HER!!!" I squeaked as something huge and heavy knocked me to the ground. Something incredibly hot, about as hot as myself, pressed against my back. I growled and punched (instinct). The painful source of the searing heat flew off of me and right through the open front door. "JERK!" I yelled out at the giant man groaning on the gravel. I slammed the door and turned to smile at Billy, "Long time no see, Black." He chuckled, "Still peppy as ever, I see." I beamed at the man, but frowned when I noticed the chair he was confined to. "Billy," I walked closer to the older man and kneeled down beside the chair, "I missed my best friend." "I missed you, too," he replied, a small smile growing out from the corner of his lips. "I see that you've already met my-" "THAT IS IT!" The door flew open and a thin, lanky teen with shaggy dark hair ran in. Instinctively, I jumped in front of my beloved friend and growled, "Back off, pup!" The boy glared. I heard a low growl reverberate inside his chest, "This is MY house! And that's MY dad! You back off!" "Dad!" I turned to Billy with a befuddled look, "Dad?" The older man smiled fondly, "Meet Jacob, my youngest." "Oh. Oh!" I appeared instantly in front of the boy, who looked familiar somehow (I brushed it off and figured it was because he was related to Billy), "I'm really sorry! I didn't know you were Billy's!" He stared blankly, "You seemed to know who I was in the woods." I nodded and smiled sheepishly, "I apologize, it's been several years. I got a little excited when I saw a wolf running around La Push, and I jumped the gun; I thought you were Ephraim." He glared, "You thought I was my great grandpa?" He sized me up and raised an eyebrow in mockery, "How old are you anyway? Twelve?" I glared blankly at the boy and answered him with as much patience as I could muster, "I've been fifteen for quite awhile, thank-you." His eyebrows furrowed, "Quite a while?"

He sniffed the air, "What are you anyway? You smell weird." I scoffed; I just couldn't catch a break, could I? First my age and now my smell? What ever happened to good old chivalry? Ha, apparently it skipped a generation. "I'm 270, how about you, Junior?" I ignored the boy and turned to Billy, "Can I hit him?" He tried to keep a straight, serious face, but his sparkling, spirited eyes gave away his amusement, "Now, now, Skye, no need to hurt him. If you hurt him too bad, I won't have anyone to help me around the house or to run errands for me." Jacob glared at his father, "Thanks, Dad. It's good to know that you care about my well being." "Yo! You," the arrogant boy came up beside me and waved his giant hand in front of my face. I smacked his hand away, "I have a name. It's Schuyler." "Whatever. How do you know my old man?"

"We're old friends," Billy explained. He then gestured for both the mutt and I to sit on the couch. He rolled over to the arm rest and parked. After seeing us both sit (and not kill each other), he picked up an old picture frame off of a nearby table and handed it to us. "Skye lived here when I was your age, Jacob. I guess you could say she was my Bella." "Bella?" I questioned the man. Were we talking about that Bella? How do they know Bella? Oh, yeah, that's right. Bella's a monster magnet. Anything supernatural within one hundred miles of the girl seems to find her. But if that was the case, then did that mean that Jacob is Bella's best friend? If so, then why haven't I ever heard of him? "Oh!" Jacob gasped as he looked at the picture, then at me. "I've seen this picture a million times. I knew you looked familiar!" Instantly, I leaned to his chest to see the picture in his hands. I recognized the picture to be one taken a year before I left Forks. I remembered the day as if it were yesterday…

"Skye!" I twirled around to face my best friend in the entire world. "Billy!" I beamed and ran straight for him. I pounced and knocked us both to the ground. "Aw, come on!" Harry Clearwater groaned as he walked up to the two. "Sorry!" I smiled and jumped to my feet. Quil Ateara, Jr., appeared next with a camera in hand. He smiled sheepishly, "My dad let me borrow his camera. Let's take a picture!" Quil handed the camera to a random passerby on the street and asked him to take the picture for us. We all scrunched together and smiled cheek-to-cheek. "Cheese!"

Those were the times. "I remember that. Right after that picture was taken, I found out about Ephraim, that crazy old man, being a werewolf. I remember being mad at you when you told me how old he was. It took me the longest time to actually believe that he was older than 30." Billy laughed at the memory, "Those were the days. Do you remember when you ran into him in the forest? You appeared out of no where and nearly gave him a heart attack! And then, once he had decided you weren't a threat, you pulled his tail!" "Hey," I argued, "I was making sure it wasn't fake!"

Jacob cut in, "I'd love to sit here and listen to you two talk all day about the 'fun times' you had, but I think there are more important things to get to. For example, what the hell are you?" I rolled my eyes and recited what I've heard so many times, "Yeah, yeah, I smell like rain and cinnamon. I've heard. I'm not human, and I'm not a werewolf like you." "Then what are you?" He glared, not liking where the conversation was heading. I shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world, "I'm an Immortal. You've heard the legend, I'm sure. Oh! And part vampire, too." Jacob leapt off the couch faster than a get away car leaving the scene of a crime. "You're a WHAT?" "Immortal vampire," I said the words slowly so he could understand. I even used hand gestures.

"She's an exception, Jacob," Billy sighed as he tried to reassure his son, "She is the only one allowed on Quileute land." "SHE'S A BLOOD SUCKER!" His body began to vibrate and shake. I glared at him, "I'm partially a vampire. Blood is not my forte. I just happened to get bit and got a few nice quirks." Billy nodded to confirm my story; he added, "She only has the senses of a vampire. She doesn't drink blood. The Immortal genes outweigh anything else. " Jacob went silent and stared at us in disbelief. "BUT-" I stood up and glared, ready for a fight and even had the pointing finger out. I then perked up and sniffed at the air and cheered, "FOOD!!!" I ran for the kitchen. "He-hey! THAT'S MINE!!!" Jacob shouted and raced after.

Billy chuckled as he heard his son and his best friend arguing over pancakes. He rolled his chair in the direction of the loud teens, "Things are certain to get more interesting from now on, now that Skye is back." He shook his head and smiled. He rolled to the doorway of the kitchen and frowned when he saw the two stuffing pancakes into their mouths and fighting over the last one. He suddenly remembered the down side to his dear friend's return. "Great, now there will definitely be no food in the house." Billy could already imagine the empty fridge and cabinets.


"Hey, Billy, my brothers and I just opened up our own restaurant. You and your friends are welcome to come for the grand opening on Tuesday. You're a friend of the family so I promise that you won't have to wait. In fact, anything you want is on me, free of charge. Think of it as a thank-you for all of the years I ate all of your food." Billy beamed at my offer, "So, it's you and your brothers that are responsible for all of the hub-bub! I should have known. And I hope you weren't kidding. I plan to take you up on your offer. Feeding an entire pack of ravenous wolves has burnt a hole in my pocket." I paused as I bit into a chocolate chip cookie. I swallowed most of the bite and sputtered, "Pack?" Jacob, who sat right next to me on the couch, laughed and tried to grab the bag of Chips Ahoy's from me. I hissed as I leaned away and shoved the package under my shirt. The wolf glared at me, "Yes, pack. There are more than ten of us, and apparently, you are going to feed us all for free." "And Mrs. Clearwater and Charlie Swan," Billy added with a crinkly smile. "TEN!" I shrieked. Now I knew something was wrong (other than the major hurt I was going to feel when I saw how much free food I was planning to give away); there had never ever been that many wolves before! Never! Last time I was here, there were three. Three I can stand, but TEN? No. "Ten?" I turned to give Billy the puppy dog eyes, knowing all to well that it was his week spot. He tried to resist, but as always, he lost. Billy sighed, "Two; Jacob, you can bring two friends." Jacob glared (as it had become his new routine; glare at the girl) and snorted when he saw the smile I tried to hide by munching on another cookie. He rolled his eyes and leaned back into the couch, "Fine."

The old grandfather clock chimed on a new hour. I stopped hording the cookie container (and that darned wolf stole it right out of my hands) for a moment so I could get a good look at the clock. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw that it was eight o'clock. Wow, time sure flies by when you're having fun. I stood up and walked to Billy to give him a hug, "Wow! Time sure flies by! I'll see you on Tuesday, should you decide to come. I've got a lot of stuff that still needs to be done." I turned to Jacob and grimaced as he shoved a handful of cookies into his mouth, "Pup." "Mamfire," he spat out. I assumed he said Vampire. That or "Manferd". I walked to the front door and stepped out, but doubled back to say one last thing.

"Hey, Jacob?"

"Humph?"

"I licked those cookies."

I danced out the door and laughed when I heard him spit out everything in his mouth then run to the bathroom. I chuckled all the way through the woods and didn't stop until I arrived back at the restaurant.