Midnight
by Paranoid-Puppy
A/N: Yo just for you to know this chapter had been edited. Thanks to a certain reviewer (coughHikarucough) the atrocious typo that was here is now gone! Its kinda strange actually, on my backup file the typo wasn't even there :/ weird. Eh it's gone now anyways. Now Secrets can be read the way it was meant to be read. Enjoy~
Disclaimer : Dooooooonnnnnn'''''''''ttttttttt . Yeah, I'm bored. :P
Warnings - language...forgot what else...well whatever it just kinda gets worse from here on anyways. You'll see...
Ch. 12 - Secrets
Bella crossed her arms over her chest, trying her best to look confident. She smoothed over her features to look nonchalant, only the barest hint of trepidation in her eyes. On the inside, her emotions were chaotic and all over the place. Who wouldn't be disturbed if you were metaphorically tossed in the lion's den. Or the wolf's den in this case. Stop acting like a pussy, she scolded herself, you can do this. You lead them not the other way around. Grounding herself, Bella inspected her surroundings. The woman, Emily, watched her warily while Paul stared at the ground, scuffing his toes on the wooden floor. Jared was in the other room with Sam, helping to set his bones so that they would heal correctly. The silence was a tad awkward, neither party knowing what to say in this situation. Emily especially looked unnerved, fiddling with the end of her skirt. Every once in a while the older woman would stare at her with unease, looking away when Bella turned in her direction. The werewolf wasn't particularly bothered by her actions; Emily had every right to be angry with her. She did practically maul her fiancé, something that was sure to be looked down upon in proper society. Clearing her throat, Bella straightened in her seat.
"So…how much longer do you think?" She directed the question at Paul, hoping her voice didn't belay the awkwardness she felt. The native young man glanced at her, tensing.
"Jared should be just about done." He muttered. "The rest could be within twenty minutes to an hour. It all depends on whether his body heals properly."
"Oh." Bella licked her lips, tapping her fingers on her crossed arms. "I see." She turned her head, locking gazes with Emily. The older woman jumped slightly, a look of fear crossing her face. Bella frowned.
"So, uh…have you and Sam been engaged long?" She asked, straining for polite conversation. Her words seemed to upset the scarred woman even more, the fear in her face increasing. Bella could hear her heart pounding frantically in her chest.
"How did you know that?" Emily whispered, visually upset. Bella blinked, off put by the obvious terror in her gaze. The werewolf held her hands up in a defensively.
"Hey calm down, I didn't mean to upset you or anything! I just noticed that you had a ring on your hand, that's all. And considering how you're scent reeks of Sam…it's kind of obvious."
Emily relaxed at her words, heart slowing to a steady rhythm. She bit her lip, fidgeting with her hands.
"Um…a little less than a year." She responded slowly. Her tone had a nervous inflection. "We met after I moved down here when my parents died. I'm his…" She paused, darting her eyes to Paul in question. The boy shrugged, giving Bella a quick glance. Bella, catching on to what was happening, eyed her thoughtfully.
"Imprint?" She suggested curiously. The older woman hesitated before nodding her head. Bella cocked her head, a strange gleam in her eye.
"Guess that's another thing you mutts have in common with me." She stated under her breath. Paul's head jerked up, dark eyes flashing.
"We're not mutts!" He stated fiercely. "Just cause you're some type of mutant bastard wolf doesn't mean that we're-"
"What? Inferior?" Bella interrupted coldly. "Newsflash, you are. And whether you like it or not I'm the new Alpha around here. So get used to it, or else I'm going to teach you the same lesson I taught Sammy boy."
Both Paul and Emily flinched at that, the latter cringing back in her seat. Paul clenched his teeth together, but held his tongue wisely. He had seen how powerful she was, and despite his big words, didn't want to be the next one that faced her wrath. There was a new law to the land, and that was that Bella Swan was not to be messed with. Seeing their reactions, Bella sighed heavily. She ran a hand through her wild locks.
"Listen. I'm not here to pick a fight, ok? And to my credit, I never wanted to fight anyone." She turned her attention to Emily. "The truth is that I just came to get my dreams deciphered, nothing more nothing less. It was these shit for brains, no offense, that got their panties all in a wad. I didn't want to fight your fiancé, but I didn't see any other choice at the time. So for what it's worth…I'm sorry."
Emily stared at her, brown eyes peering into Bella's gold red gaze. She bit her lip, some of the tension in her body drifting away. Paul, though a little irked at her insults, relaxed slightly as well. They all stared at each other in silence after that, each person realizing a truce when they saw it. They might never fully get along, but for the sake of peace they would try. Suddenly Bella perked her head up, eyes narrowed in on the doorway. Paul looked up as well, turning his body to the room in which Sam laid. The door opened, Sam limping through with Jared in tow. The tall man had a determined expression on his face, not giving away even the slightest hint of pain. Bandages wrapped around his torso like a shirt, hiding the damaged tissue from eyesight. Bella watched him warily as he walked over to her. She stood up from her seated position in a slow motion, trying to judge his intentions. He stopped right in front of her, meeting her gaze evenly.
"You said you wanted someone to decipher your dreams." Sam stated, voice emotionless. "There is someone on the reservation who dabbles in such things. Her name is Mariana, and she is a respected elder among the Quileute. She lives on the outskirts of the reservation; to the south. You should find her somewhere near a large river. That's all I can tell you."
"And you're sure she can help me?" Bella asked intently.
"Perhaps. Mariana is…a strange individual." Sam said softly. "Although she is an elder and respected as such, her presence makes people wary. It is said that she practices long forgotten magic, but no one has proved this for certain. I've personally only met her once. She doesn't really consort with people you see. She much prefers to be with herself and nature than her own tribe."
"So there's a chance she'll send me away?" Bella crossed her arms, frowning. Sam shrugged.
"You never know with Mariana. She is unpredictable and cryptic from what I've heard. But she's your best bet if you want something like this done."
Bella sighed, scratching the back of her head in frustration. She was hoping for a more definite answer, after all she went through just to get it, but if that was all there was then she would just have to deal. She schooled her features, making her expression grave.
"I'll go see her then." Bella stated finally. "I didn't come all this way just to turn back now."
"I should hope so. I would be severely disappointed to lose my pack to a quitter." Sam grunted out, crossing his arms. He frowned, looking at her with the utmost seriousness. "Speaking of the pack…what is to become of us? I doubt you'll let us go about our business without at least some changes."
Bella winced, not wanting to talk about this particular subject.
"Er…I don't suppose I can just tell you to stop hating the Cullens, can I?"
"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way." Sam said wryly. "Even if you are the Alpha, you can not change our emotions for us. The bond is a physical one, not emotional."
"Shit." Bella exhaled, shoulders slumping. "Well that blows my plans."
"You're kidding." The shape shifter stared at her incredulously. "That was your grand idea for us? You're not one to think things through are you?"
"Hey! I never claimed to be particularly brilliant, ok? Sure I'm a raging powerhouse, but it doesn't mean I'm a genius." Bella scowled heavily, glaring at the native boy. Sam stared back at her, straightening up slightly. They gazed at each other menacingly, a silent battle of wills taking place. Emily watched them anxiously, eyes darting between them periodically. Jared and Paul moved closer to Sam, standing to his side just in case. Bella caught the movement, knowing that one false move could start another fight. She relaxed at the thought, not wishing to fuel the bad blood between them.
"Fine how about this." She stated seriously. "Since I'm sure as hell not staying in La Push, there needs to be an Alpha while I'm gone. Sam can take that position. But while I'm here, I want to be treated as your leader. I earned that right and demand to be treated as such. Which means if I want help with something, you better jump to get it. Is that understood?"
"Fair enough." Sam stated evenly. "But don't expect us to be lenient on the Cullens. Just because they're you're friends doesn't mean they're going to be ours. The treaty will still be upheld…no matter what you say."
"That's fine. But on one condition." Bella held up her index finger for emphasis. "You make an exception for Alice Cullen."
The shape shifters all collectively hissed in outrage. Their dark eyes burned into hers angrily. Bella gave a short growl of her own, cutting off their protests quickly. Sam pursed his lips, fists clenched to his side.
"Explain." He barked out.
"I was going to." Bella snarled out. "As I was saying, I'll let this stupid treaty continue as long as Alice Cullen is allowed to cross over. As you have no doubt noticed, she is my chosen mate, and I want her to be treated with respect."
"Chosen mate?" Sam cringed in disgust. "You can't possibly mean…"
"Yes, that's right. She's my imprint."
"You imprinted on a bloodsucker?" Jared spat in revulsion.
"Did I stutter?" Bella growled, eyes flashing. "Remember your place Jared, and know that as long as I'm Alpha no one will disrespect my Alice. That goes for all of you." She roved her eyes around, meeting their gazes evenly. Seeing begrudging acceptance on all their faces, Bella made her way towards the door. Just as she was about to leave, Sam intercepted her abruptly. The werewolf raised her eyebrow at the shape shifter. Sam ignored the look, opening his mouth to speak.
"The help goes both ways." He said. "If we need assistance then you must help us as well. The Alpha has a duty to the pack in protecting it; if I am to accept you as my superior then I want you to treat the role seriously. No half-ass job."
Bella studied him for a moment, seeing the determination in his eyes. A deeply rooted sense of protection lay there as well, causing another twinge of respect to go out to him. Although almost entirely helpless he still wanted to make sure his loved ones were safe. It was a virtue that Bella understood well and admired in the tall man, His personality may be shit, but he was a good man overall. With that thought, the werewolf nodded her head, accepting his terms. Sam moved out of her way carefully, letting Bella exit the modest home. Suddenly she stopped, an errant thought occurring to her. She whipped her head around, placing her gaze on Emily.
"Um, is it okay if I keep these?" She said sheepishly, pointing to the jeans she borrowed. The older woman looked taken aback for a moment before nodding slowly. Bella gave her a tentative smile in return, before hardening her features once again. Quickly she ran out of the house, heading south of the reservation. She dared not phase, not wanting to have to look for new clothing. Heated resolve burning in her eyes, the werewolf dashed hastily through the forest, maneuvering easily through the tall trees. Watch out Mariana, here I come.
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Alice stared at the treaty line, fists clenched at her side. Jasper and Edward stood behind her, watching their sister diligently. The smaller vampire was ever aware of their scrutiny, making her decision harder to make. Emotions conflicted inside her, throwing her mind into a constant state of hesitancy. She wanted so badly to help her mate, to save her from the horror that was her vision. But had the event already come to pass? Or was it happening now, just waiting for her intervention? Swallowing down her fear, Alice faced he brothers. They met her gaze curiously, Edward frowning when he saw what was in her mind. Noticing the gesture, Alice nodded towards him, sending a silent signal of agreement. The bronze-haired boy clenched his jaw, shaking his head stiffly.
"No. We aren't going to leave you here." He stated fiercely. "So don't you dare ask us to!"
"I'm not asking you Edward, I'm telling you." Alice said softly. "There is no need for all of us to break the treaty."
"At the sake of you dying?" Edward cringed, bowing his head. Catching on, Jasper took a step towards her in defiance.
"My mate is right, Alice. It would be suicide to go in there alone."
"And it would mean all out war if you two followed me." Alice told them calmly. "I might be able to use my visions and relation to Bella as an excuse, but you can't. If we suddenly show up, especially if my vision hasn't occurred yet, it would be an utter disaster."
"And what makes you think they won't declare war if only one of us crosses?" Edward said logically. "They could still say we broke the treaty and attack us anyways."
"If that should happen, then I'll take full responsibility." Alice turned around, back facing her brothers. Her words were final and stern, barring no arguments. "Bella is my mate, and I need to protect her. They should understand that basic fact. If they can't, I'll deal with it myself." With that statement she slowly walked across the invisible border, steps confident and sure. "You once said that I'll ruin our family because of my selfishness. Whether I'm proving you right by doing this, I don't care. Bella needs me…and I need her."
Edward and Jasper stared at her moving figure, her words hitting them with surprising weight. Jasper was the first to recover, a sigh spilling out of his mouth sadly. He could feel her emotions roiling deep within her; fear, guilt, intense love, and awe-inspiring determination. He was still unhappy about the circumstance, but he understood her need to do this. He turned his head to his silent lover, watching Edward struggle with his own emotions. Suddenly the mind reader tried to follow after Alice, only to be restrained by Jasper's arms.
"No, Alice is right. We would only be making the situation worse by following after her." The blonde whispered gently. Edward swallowed, a brief look of pain settling on his face.
"I know but…" He paused, staring at the spot where his sister once was. "I feel as if I need to make it up to her somehow. Surely you feel it, this burning guilt inside me." Edward lifted his hand, fisting the cotton material over his chest. "And what if things go wrong? What if she or her lover dies and I can never make things right ever again? I don't think I could take it."
"Alice is resourceful and smart." Jasper soothed. "If anyone can do this, it's her. There is also a chance that her vision hasn't happened and she can sneak on and off without any problems. She could use her size to go without notice, in such a case."
"Still…" Edward gazed out into the forest trees, a morose look on his face. "I can't help but worry."
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Bella cautiously walked through the forestry, scanning the area for any hint of human life. She had just passed the river Sam was talking about, and was now walking along it's narrow brook. Narrowing her eyes, the werewolf observed her surroundings, taking in the undisturbed peace that presented itself. Despite the serenity that was all around her, Bella felt uneasy. She looked at the grass, noticing how unnaturally rich and green it looked. She looked up at the sky, eyes widening as she saw how miraculously blue it was, as if it were airbrushed with electric aqua tones. Bella stopped walking, hands forming into fists at her side. She inhaled sharply, taking in the scents around her. The aroma of undisturbed nature greeted her senses; fresh flora, pure water, and a pleasant musk left by the wildlife. It was surreal, perfect in an impossible way. Her eyes flashed to the babbling brook at her feet, the flowing water sparkling as if it were made of moving diamonds.
"What the hell?" She muttered under her breath. Bella kneeled to the ground, hand outstretching to touch the water. When her hand made contact with the stream, she gasped at the cool temperature and smooth texture. Alarm bells were ringing in her head, but she ignored them, cupping her hands to taste the liquid. She brought the water to her lips, drinking deep and slow. The taste was absurdly delicious, fresh and untainted in every way. Her eyes closed in bliss, purring deep in her chest. For some reason, she could feel her head getting fuzzy, previous purpose fading away by the second. What was I doing again…? Bella's brow furrowed for another moment, but then she shrugged uncaringly. It can wait, I'm sure. She bent her hands down, drawing more of the sparkling water into her palms. Just as she was about to take another sip, a sudden voice cut through her peace.
"I see you've found my stream."
Bella whirled around, fangs bared threateningly. She let loose a rumbling snarl, letting her hands form into sharp claws. As her eyes came upon the figure who spoke, she paused. Bella coked her head, frowning as she inspected the curious person. A small old woman stood jut a few feet away, a mysterious smile set on the weathered face. She was dressed in what appeared to be a faded purple frock, curious gold stitching swirling around the neckline. Salt and pepper locks covered the woman's head, a long braid spilling from the back of her neck. Bella glanced up, locking gazes with the stranger. The woman's eyes were a peculiar shade of grey, the iris milky and almost blending with the white. She seemed to be able to see however, staring intensely at the disgruntled wolf.
"I wouldn't drink any more of that, If I were you." Her voice had a raspy quality to it, like wind whistling through a screen door. "You might loose what little sense you have left."
Bella growled again, body hunching low to the ground. Her muscles tensed, as if she was about to pounce. The woman lifted a grey brow at the gesture, mouth quirking in amusement. She took a step forward, movements surprisingly lithe and graceful. The werewolf barked at her in warning, pupils constricting to fine points. Ignoring her, the old woman took something out of a brown bag at her waist. Bella eyed her warily, a wolfish sneer on her face. When the woman was done, she held out a small bell in the palm of her hand. She lifted it and hit the metal side with the tip of her fingernail, causing a sharp ring to sound throughout the forest. Bella stiffened, blinking rapidly. Then she grimaced, clutching her head in pain. After the minor discomfort passed, she shook her head frantically, as if she was just waking from a disturbing dream.
"Wha-"
"You should be glad that I stopped you from taking another sip." The woman said casually. "There were stronger people than you who fell to the siren's call."
"S-siren?" Bella stuttered, taking a step back in confusion. "What are you…?"
"The water is enchanted. I've likened the effect to a siren's song, causing even the strongest of wills to be lost to it's spell. A person who consumes the water will lose their way in a cloud of bliss and uninhibited feelings. It's quite effective I have to say." The old woman's eyes twinkled in the bright sunlight, their milky hue almost glowing. Bella clenched her jaw, feeling that ball of unease settle in her stomach. She cleared her throat, trying to ease her discomfort.
"Who are you?" She asked, muscles still tense. The woman's smile grew wider, the question seeming to amuse her greatly.
"Don't act so put out, child. You were, after all looking for me were you not?"
Bella frowned, puzzling over the words. Then comprehension entered her eyes, causing her to gasp in realization.
"Mariana?" She asked incredulously. "You're the woman I was sent to find?"
The woman suddenly laughed, throwing her head back in hilarity.
"Find…me?" She said between chuckles. "Oh child, no one finds me. I find them." Mariana walked closer to the werewolf, only the barest hint of sound issuing from her footsteps. "And found you I have…Bella Swan."
"How do you know my name?" The werewolf asked with narrowed eyes. She stared at the approaching figure in suspicion, not trusting her words. Mariana just kept smiling, not showing any offense to Bella's action's.
"Perhaps it is not the how, but the why." The words were cryptic and lilting, like a riddle mixed in a song. "As to that…well, you'll just have to see for yourself." When she was finished speaking, Mariana turned around. She walked back from the direction she came, leading down the brook's waters. Bella hesitated, not sure whether or not to follow. After a moment she caved, her curiosity burning through her hotly. Quickly she caught up to the old woman, falling in step at her side. Together they walked along the stream, Bella eying Mariana critically. The woman wasn't exactly what she expected, but then again what did she expect? She frowned, brow furrowing in thought. Someone more impressive she supposed. Bella sighed, looking around herself once again. The scenery was still lush and glittering, like in a perfect dream. And what's up with that? Is it a spell…like the water?
"Thinking hard, little one?" Mariana spoke abruptly, cutting off her thoughts. The werewolf blinked in surprise.
"Um, well…yeah…" Bella said in hesitation. "I was thinking why everything here looks so…" She trailed off, trying to find the perfect word to describe it.
"Sublime?" Mariana suggested. "Surreal to the point of distraction?"
"Yeah, that."
The old woman chuckled again, thin lips curving up into an enigmatic grin.
"Tis a deterrent of things unwanted." She turned her cloudy gaze to the tree tops. "An illusion to distract and confound. It has served me well, just like the water has. My own perfect paradise, of which only I remain sane."
Bella gave her an unnerved look.
"So…you're a witch or something?" She swallowed, putting her hands into her jacket pockets. Mariana scoffed, a vaguely insulted expression on her face.
"Please, those circus peddlers no nothing of true magic. Don't compare me, a genuine practitioner, to them."
"Then…what are you?"
Mariana didn't answer, that peculiar smile gracing her mouth once again. She kept walking onward, never glancing at her werewolf companion. Bella huffed in irritation, scowling slightly. She turned her head to the front, observing the forest with new eyes. It was strange to think that this small old woman could create such a spectacle. Quite frankly, it baffled her how such magic existed in the first place. Power like that was amazing and slightly frightening, even to her. Bella covertly watched the strange woman out of the corner of her eyes, still feeling off put by her presence. Even though she would never admit it out loud, the werewolf was kind of afraid of this person. Something about her set her teeth on edge and her hackles rising. Her wolf was even stirring in discontent, pacing back and forth in its mental cage.
So lost in her mental ponderings, Bella failed to notice that Mariana had stopped walking. It was only when she ran into the woman's outstretched arm that she took notice. Mariana's eyes twinkled in mirth, finding the wolf's obliviousness amusing. Bella noticed, scowling again at the sorceress.
"Why did we stop?" Bella asked in irritation. The old woman raised her brow, gesturing with her arm to the structure in front of her. Bella looked up, brow furrowing. A medium sized cabin lay in front of them, the wooden exterior a rich auburn color. It was rather plain in appearance, but somehow seeming beautiful in a modest sort of way. The yard, like everything else around them, was lush and manicured, the grass glowing unnaturally. In front of them was a stone pathway, organized and neat, leading to the front of the home.
"Because we're here." Mariana said finally, her tone belying her humor. Bella opened her mouth before closing it sharply. She turned her head to the side, not wanting the older woman to see her sheepish look. Soon Mariana moved towards the house, steps sure and unfaltering. Getting over her brief embarrassment, Bella followed dutifully. They walked up the stone pathway, Mariana waving a hand at the door. Immediately it opened, letting their stroll into the house be unimpeded. Bella swallowed, fists clenched nervously at her side. As soon as they entered the home, Mariana led her to the back of the cabin. The werewolf frowned, but didn't question the woman's motives. They came to a stop at a rotted wooden door, the panel looking out of place within the tidy house. The odd sorceress opened it with ease, gesturing for Bella to enter. The tall youth stared at her warily, before walking through the doorway.
The room she entered into was small and dark, sparse except for a cloth covered table and two chairs. No windows adorned the walls, leaving wax candles as the only source of light. As she was inspecting the area, Mariana moved passed her. The old woman sat in one of the chairs, glancing up at Bella in expectation. The werewolf took the cue and sat in the other chair across from her.
"Now." Mariana began. "What is it that you wish to know?"
Bella narrowed her eyes.
"Aren't you supposed to already know?" She asked frowning. Mariana gave her a humoring glance, smile never leaving her face.
"I do, but do you?"
Bella's eyebrow twitched, her temper flaring. She leaned forward, crossing her arms in an aggravated pose.
"What the hell type of bullshit question is that?" Bella asked petulantly.
"The type that you need to consider." The old woman swept a loose strand of hair behind her ear, milky gaze pinned to the wolf's form. "I can not help those that do not help themselves."
"Fine." Bella huffed, rolling her eyes. "I know, so can we move on?"
"Very well." Mariana clasped her hands under her chin, leaning on top of the small table. "What is it you want from me?"
"I want you to decipher my dreams."
"Dreams?" The old woman chuckled, cocking her head to the side. "Oh child, you came here to ask me about dreams?" She shook her head, mouth quirking. "In that case, I'm afraid I can not help you."
"What?" Bella cried heatedly. "What the fuck do you mean you can't help?"
"Calm yourself, pup. I meant nothing personal by it." Despite her words, her face remained unrepentant. Mariana grinned slightly at the angered wolf. "But I mean what I said. The realm of dreams is not a practice I dabble in. Only certain…people are privileged enough to handle such a thing."
"Great." Bella grumbled. "Then I came here for nothing."
"Did you?" Mariana said softly, tapping a wrinkled finger to her lip. "All things come to my attention for a reason. And you, Bella Swan, are one of those things."
"What do you mean?" The werewolf asked cautiously, muscles tensing.
"Though I cannot tell you why you dream of blood and tears, of agony and lost hope, of anger and murder…" Mariana trailed off, eyes burning into Bella's "I can tell you how."
"How did you…?" Bella cut herself off, voice catching. A hint of fear flickered in her eyes. The old woman continued on, ignoring the werewolf's interruption.
"I see a connection binding you down." She said with a mysterious rasp. "Someone like you, yet not. An eater of men, a being born from shadow not blood, and a servant to a terrible power." Mariana paused suddenly, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "He hasn't forgotten you…not one bit."
"He?" The younger girl frowned. "Who are you…?"
"No one to be concerned with." Mariana interjected. "Not yet at least." She gave the werewolf a significant glance. "But know that there is something after you, and they are part of the reason you have these dreams."
"I see." Bella scowled leaning back in her chair. "But you can't tell me who?"
Mariana waved the question away with her hand.
"It would be inconsequential for you to know. Besides you'll soon find out." She stated casually. Then she smirked, the expression looking devilish on her weathered face. "But if there is something else you wish to know…I would be happy to help."
"Huh?" Bella stared at her, confusion plainly written on her face. "What else is there?"
"A lot, my child." The old woman said patiently. "History is my strong suit, my most worthwhile passion. I know all there is to know in the world; from ancient histories to untold secrets. There is nothing that can remain hidden from me for long."
"Impossible." Bella growled out. "I can accept that you're some type of magical sorceress, but there is just no way you literally know everything." She shook her head, standing up from her seat. "Whatever, I'm going to leave now."
"I know about your mother's rape."
Bella froze instantly, heart skipping a beat. She stared at the older woman in shock, mouth drying. The werewolf swallowed hard.
"Wh-what?" She whispered, voice breaking slightly. Mariana's gaze burned into hers, the cloudy iris glowing white in the dark.
"You heard me, young pup." The sorceress stated. "I know the cross you bear; the secret you dare not escape. Even to your own mate." Her smile seemed to darken, almost turning cruel. "It lingers on you know, surrounding you like a shroud of pain. The fact that you are not your father's child, it hurts…doesn't it?"
Bella didn't answer, hands starting to shake. She clenched her teeth, pain and anger starting to boil in her veins. Already she could feel her wolf start to take over, demanding blood. She shivered, clutching her head in her hands. Mariana didn't seem to care, smirk still plastered on her face. She watched the wolf struggle with herself, leaning back in her chair calmly.
"Surely you realize you can't escape this fact forever? It is apart of you, like the fire in your soul and the wolf in your blood. Such a thing will not stay hidden." The sorceress' eyes never wavered, piercing in the dim light. "Especially when it concerns your destiny."
"And what do you know of my destiny?" Bella roared, fangs appearing. "What do you know of my pain, of my past?"
"Everything." Mariana said simply. "As I said before, nothing remains hidden from me. Not even you."
Bella's shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of her. She sat back heavily in the wooden chair, head bowing to her chest. Her chest flooded with buried pain, causing her to hold back tears. Closing her eyes, she steadied herself, drawing in a deep breath.
"Then tell me." She said quietly. "If you know everything…then tell me what you want me to know."
Mariana considered her in silence, wrinkled fingers stroking her chin absently. Then she rose from her seat, walking over to one of the candle sticks. The light flickered over her face ominously, highlighting her features with a ghoulish glow. She raised one of her hands, extinguishing the flame with her fingertips. Smoke rose from the wick, swirling around her hand with a dancer's twirl. It gathered in her palm, drawn by a strange unseen force. After all the smoke was taken, Mariana strode back to her seat, milky gaze glittering with an indefinable emotion. She sat down once again, opening her hand to let the smoke spill out. The grey smog spread across the table, covering it like a blanket. Bella watched in reluctant interest, eying the smoke guardedly. Suddenly Mariana spoke, voice echoing through out the dark room.
"There are many stories depicting the birth of the werewolf, but none contain the whole truth. All cultures around the world, ancient and current, have strived to achieve this goal, only to fail. The closest to the truth was the Greek story of King Lycaon."
The smoke undulated with her words, twisting and curving on the table cloth. Then a part of it rose up, arcing into a male figure, a long robe and sharp crown adorning his body. Bella watched in fascination as Mariana's words came to life.
"It is said that King Lycaon despised the gods and cursed their meddling existence. He scorned their power, dismissing them from his Kingdom without care. The King of the Gods, Zeus, was outraged by his actions. To challenge King Lycaon, he took the form of a mortal man, showing his identity to the villagers. Seeing the deity, they fell into worship of Zeus once again, not wishing to displease him."
The smoke shifted, transforming into a large scene. A regal looking man stood in the middle of a crowd, small figures bowing to their knees in front of him. Off to the side, the cloudy shape of Lycaon watched on in displeasure.
"Despite Zeus's actions, King Lycaon refused to submit. He conspired against the God, inviting him to dinner as a ruse of compromise. To trick Zeus, he used human flesh in the stew he prepared, in order to dishonor him. His plan failed however, as the God recognized the scent of human meat. Incredibly angered, Zeus punished Lycaon by transforming him into a wolf, forever to wander with an incredible thirst for blood."
The smoke took on the form of a howling creature, its body a grotesque hybrid of man and wolf.
"The story is a well known version, accepted by the supernatural world as fact. But…it is not, for the truth is much more harrowing."
With a wave of her hand, the smoke flattened once again into a formless shape.
"It is true that there was once was a Lycaon, King of Arcadia. He was a cruel leader, ruthless and a notorious lecher. His thirst for blood was only matched by his thirst for pleasures of the flesh. Like the Lycaon of Greek mythology, he too was disrespecting of the powers that be. However, Zeus did not bother to challenge him personally. Instead he resorted to more…nefarious matters." Mariana paused, eyes shining with an otherworldly gleam. The smoke danced onward, never stopping its hectic movements. "The God traveled out into nature, taking with him two creatures; the bat and the wolf. He transformed them into two beautiful woman, their inhumanity never to be seen. Taking advantage of Lycaon's lusty nature, he sent them to him, a day apart from each other."
The smog turned into the form of two woman, each one holding the arm of King Lycaon. Behind the woman stood a wolf and bat respectively, watching the scene with interest.
"True to his desires, Lycaon fell to their charms, oblivious to Zeus's scheme. "Blessed before hand with increased fertility, both of the creatures became impregnated with Lycaon's children. Pleased, Zeus called his servants to him, his plan coming to fruition. With his power he rendered the children to full term, the mothers falling into immediate labor. They gave birth to two baby girls, the children aging at the whim of the God King. Zeus soon disposed of the mothers, their purpose fulfilled in his plan."
The smoke trembled, morphing into a picture of Zeus holding two infants in his arms. Then the scene changed, the newborn babes changing rapidly into adults. One was incredibly feminine, long hair spilling over thin shoulders. The other woman was strong and able in appearance, shaggy locks just touching a broad back.
"To ensure that his plan would succeed he gave them godlike immortality, so that failure would not be an option. Zeus then granted them separate powers, creating two fearsome creatures to exact his punishment. To the child borne to the bat, he bequeathed extraordinary beauty; her appearance rivaling that of the Gods themselves. He hardened her skin to withstand any mortal blow, making sure no human made weapon could harm her. He granted her amazing strength and speed, creating a nearly perfect hybrid of seduction and fatality."
"To the other daughter, he granted the form of a monstrous wolf, its size forever growing with age. Rapid healing was given, enabling her to be virtually unstoppable. He also gave her fearsome strength and incredible endurance, allowing her to never tire with fatigue. Unlike her sister, her appearance was created to terrify, deadly fangs and claws apart of her human form. Although beautiful in a feral way, her presence brought an instant unease to mortals, filling them slowly with abject terror."
"To each of them he gave one single affliction, a failsafe should the creatures rebel. The daughter of the bat was cursed with a horrible thirst for human blood, never to be satisfied until the liquid was consumed. To the wolf's daughter he blighted with a consuming hunger for human flesh, complimenting the sister's curse. Zeus then proclaimed, 'Go forth daughter's of the dreadful King Lycaon, and know that it is his blood that shall set you free from your curse. Exterminate him and all of his line and your hunger will forever be sated. When your deed is done return to me so that I may take away your monstrous forms and let you lead a normal life.' Believing him, they set off to Arcadia, to kill their oblivious father. With their superior might they easily disposed of the army and the villagers therein. They were unstoppable in their bloodlust, in the power that was granted to each."
Suddenly the smoke exploded into a chaotic scene, two figures slaughtering people one by one. A ferocious wolf tore them to pieces, fangs easily slicing them to bits. On the other side, a beautiful figure ripped them apart with her hands, limbs flying to the ground. A shudder went through Bella at the sight, the story completely captivating her.
"It wasn't long before they took over the palace, killing the many sons of Lycaon in their rampage. The King, desperate and afraid, fled from the castle in terror. He brought with him his youngest son, Nyctimus, in a last ditch effort to protect his lineage. The two monsters followed after him in pursuit, never aware of the child that accompanied him. Lycaon, knowing his end was near, laid Nyctimus at the foot of a shepherd's home, along with his crown. He then waited in the wilderness for his atrocious spawn to appear, sword drawn at the ready."
Lycaon appeared in the smoke, looking ever helpless as the grisly creatures closed in on him.
"But to no avail. His daughter's soon tore his body asunder, feasting upon his blood and flesh viciously. When the deed was finally accomplished, they had thought their thirst and hunger would be sated. When it was not, they were angered at Zeus, thinking that he had betrayed them. In an act of rebellion, they did not return to the God King, deciding to keep their power and reign over the Earth with their immortality."
Mariana waved her hand over the table, dismissing the grey vapors. The smoke soon evaporated in the air, leaving no trail behind. Bella sat in wonder at the tale, staring at the sorceress in awe. She looked up, a sudden idea occurring to her.
"I'm just like the wolf daughter aren't I?" She asked. "The same species of werewolf."
Mariana smirked, milky eyes twinkling.
"No my dear…you aren't the same species, for there is only one kind of werewolf. And that is the ancient line of Lykania."
"Who…?"
"The first werewolf, daughter of Lycaon himself." The sorceress clasped her hands together, smiling gently. "You are related to her, young one. One of her last true relatives in fact."
"I don't understand." Bella furrowed her brow. "What about the Quileutes? They're at least some type of shape shifter right?"
"The Quileute wolves are not werewolf in blood. The line of Lycaon does not run in them. A long time ago, when the werewolf was not a dead breed, they roamed the earth rampantly. They terrorized many in their path, of which the Quileute clan was one of their victims. One day, the Chief of the clan at the time sought the council of their village shamaness. The shamaness was a wise person well versed in ancient magic, and told the pleading leader to follow these directions. She said, 'Kill one of these beasts and take it back to the village. Skin the creature alive and wear its skin like a cloak. The power of the creature will transfer onto you, should you do as I say.' The Chief followed her directions and made a cloak out of one of their slain foes. The shamaness cast a spell upon the skin, binding it to the man so that he can take the beast's shape. They repeated this process over and over till they had an army of Skinwalkers. As the enchanted wolf skins passed down from generation to generation the magic within them infused with the people who wore them. As such, the cloaks soon became no longer needed, the inherited magic becoming enough for them to shape shift at will. The rest is, of course, history." Mariana waved her hand, her tale complete. Bella's eyes lit up with comprehension, a new understanding dawning.
"Then Sam and the rest…"
"Are the descendents of these Skinwalkers." The old woman finished. "Although the original magic has faded some, they still possess the necessary power to shape shift."
"I still don't understand something." Bella said, sighing. "If what you say is true then why aren't there more of my kind? You said that the true werewolf is a dead breed. How did that happen?"
Mariana raised a grey brow, mouth quirking up into a peculiar grin.
"So full of questions now, aren't you?" She said, chuckling. "To answer that, would go back a few centuries from now. A group of vampires named the Volturi started to exterminate the Lycanthrope race, seeing them as adversaries to their cause. They wished to be the only rulers of the night, and to do that they needed to get rid of the competition." Mariana sighed, the exhalation sounding almost sad. "A true pity it is, that cousins would resort to such folly. Time waits for no one though, and marches on with the turning days. As a result, the Lycanthrope is dead to the world…except for you."
"But you said this person that's after me is a werewolf too." Bella cocked her head to the side in confusion.
"A form that he hath taken, yes. But as I said before, he is a being created from a greater force; born of shadows not of blood. You are truly the last of your kind that walks the earth."
"And why am I the last one? I'm no one special."
"And that is where you're wrong child." Mariana gave her a enigmatic look, eyes glowing. "You are special. Know that the line of Lycaon runs twice within you, all because of your father."
Bella stiffened, hands bunching into fists. Her eyes narrowed sharply at the sorceress' words, mouth pursing into a thin line.
"I don't suppose you're talking about Charlie, are you?" She asked lowly. Mariana shook her head, answering the rhetorical question.
"Afraid not." She said bluntly. "But a word of forewarning, young pup." She stood from her seat, walking over to the somber werewolf. Bella stood up as well, sensing a dismissal. Mariana locked eyes with her, hands clasped behind her pack casually.
"You will have three days before your destiny commences." The sorceress said ominously. "The first will be a day of peace, a calm before the storm. The second will be a day of struggle, both mental and physical. The last day will be one of immense sorrow, and know, that of all of these, this is the one most inevitable."
"I see…" Bella softly, swallowing down a lump in her throat. She turned around, heading to the door. Her mind was roiling with the information she had been told, fear and uncertainty nearly overwhelming her. She did not expect anything that Mariana had said, the woman's words foreboding enough to terrify. For the first time, Bella was genuinely afraid of the future and what it held for her. Sighing, she opened the rotted door to the room, stepping through its doorway. Bella turned her head to say goodbye to the sorceress, only to pause. Her mouth dropped open in shock.
Where there once was a small room, only vast forest remained in its place. She looked around, noticing in surprise how the whole house seemed to have disappeared in a span of seconds. Everything was gone, even the door she had just touched. The only thing around her now was ordinary forestry, the unnaturally perfect hues from before completely gone. Bella blinked before crossing her arms, a small scowl on her face.
"Stupid show-off witch." She said with a growl. "She can make a whole house disappear, but she can't even give me less cryptic answers? Pft." Done with her little tirade, the werewolf tracked her way back to the reservation. All the while she was thinking over Mariana's words, mulling them over repeatedly. Bella growled deep in her chest, a feeling of resolve taking over her. Wolf, or shadow, I don't care. I'll never let anything hurt the people I love. I promise you that, Mariana, I promise you that.
A/N: Yay for cryptic prophecies! :P To those that are familiar with the Greek tale of Lycaon I know that some of the stuff isn't exactly accurate.(Hey it's an AU afterall) There are many versions and I just chose the one that best suits my purposes. As to the second telling I made that up all by myself so don't try to google it for any truth (trust me it won't work). Hope you all enjoyed! On to the chapter preview!
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