Anti-Social Behavioral Order by SoapyMayhem

Disclaimer - I don't own Twilight or Misfits, and since this is not beta'd all mistakes are my own.

As always, special thanks goes out to my pre-readers CaraNo and Twimarti! Thanks ladies!

Are my Misfits fans enjoying that this story line is almost nothing like the show?


Playlist – 'Seekir' – Zola Jesus


Chapter 29

*Bella Swan**

"Maybe I shouldn't be here, Seth…" I whispered, my protest trailing off as my future step-brother positioned a single finger over his lips, his jet black hair blowing in the breeze.

"Just sit tight and listen," he replied quietly.

It was dark, and I'd been slightly apprehensive as he led me through the woods, and even more so as I noticed how few people were actually in attendance. It seemed like I was invading their privacy. But I did as I was told, letting my curiosity out-way any trepidation I felt.

The two of us sat on the edge of the tree line watching as Billy Black and Sue Clearwater, Seth's mother – my future step-mother, stoked a fire and passed around a long wooden pipe to a few other Quileute people I didn't recognize.

"Many of you have heard the Old Stories – the tales of famine and prosperity, the eternal war, and the prophecy of the great storm – Since our last tribal council, we've had many come of age, and so the stories must be told again…"

Seth and I sat and listened as Billy and Sue took turns reciting the 'Old Stories' as Seth had called them.

At the age of twenty, Seth was not yet 'of age' to be allowed to sit in, and had been terribly jealous when Leah and Jacob had heard them a few months prior. He was bound and determined to hear them for himself.

Being the slightly rebellious guy that he was, he decided that if he was already breaking the rules, he may as well do it thoroughly. Hence the reason he invited a pale face to join him.

Lately, I'd been spending an inordinate amount of time hanging with Seth as we worked on my bike together and when he mentioned his plan to eavesdrop on the meeting, I couldn't contain my interest in learning more about his culture.

So, there we sat, listening as the stories unfolded in beautifully descriptive words that easily captured my imagination.

According to Billy, the stories had been passed down by word of mouth, and had never been printed. He stressed that they were to remain that way.

The last two tales though, were particularly interesting to me – the eternal war, which was the story of the wolf spirit that resided inside the Quileute warriors, ready to emerge and take shape when their people were threatened.

Then there was the prophecy of the Great Storm, which he said was cause for much debate among the majority of the Quileute scholars, and tellers of the Old Stories.

Many believed it would bring about destruction – many lives lost, while others imagined the prophecy to have a much larger impact in that it would bring about the end of the world. The only thing they all agreed on was that a storm was coming and it was going to bring with it, something evil.

As soon as I realized what Rosalie was looking at, synapses in my brain fired rapidly searching for the tiny thread of similarity between Alice's vision, the painted wolves on the wall and something recent, something familiar – something I'd almost forgotten after all the craziness that had happened in the last thirty hours.

The Old Stories.

The moment I recalled them, my brain began putting the pieces together, drawing strange conclusions and explanations between the Quileute folklore and what had become my reality.

I was scared shitless.

"We shouldn't have come here," I said, feeling my panic start to increase.

"What's happening Bella, is it the wolves? Do you know something you aren't telling us?" Edward asked.

Looking around I could see the others were starting to worry, I had probably freaked them the fuck out, but before I could calm them I had to get it figured out in my head.

"I'll explain everything, but I need you two to tell me about that vision with the Wolves – as many details as you can remember however insignificant they might seem." I asked turning my attention to Alice and Edward. "I need information – things like the time of day, what the weather looked like, how we were dressed."

Alice closed her eyes as if concentrating.

"We're dressed in those ugly jumpsuits and it's a little dark – that in between time, so it's hard to tell if its morning or evening," Alice began.

"It looked as if it had been raining…" Edward added, "…kinda foggy and wet."

"The wolves, how many were there?" I asked anxiously.

I cringed in response to his bitter reply. "One for each of us."

Even though, I wasn't one hundred percent sure, I felt like we were probably safe at the moment. It was the wrong time of day – we weren't wearing the jumpsuits.

"Let's just head inside. I think we'll be fine for now. Then I'll tell you what I know."


A/N

Thoughts? Theories?

Until tomorrow...