The next morning, I get out of bed and get dressed, remembering my promise to Mike to go to LaPush. LaPush... why does that name sound familiar? Maybe I went there during one of my trips to this town when I was younger. I haven't been here since the summer when I was nine, almost ten. I make sure I look normal instead of a girl grieving her brother. I meet Mike at his parent's store.

"You came!" exclaims Mike, shocked and happy.

"I promised I would, didn't I?"

"Well, yeah," he admits, "but you weren't at school yesterday."

"Sorry. Family stuff came up," I say, trying to block out the reminder as well as my emotions.

"Oh, well, we're just waiting for Lee and Samantha... unless you invited someone."

Nope," I lie.

Mike looks pleased. "Would you like to ride in my car? It's either that or Lee's mom's minivan."

"Sure."

"You can have shotgun," he promises.

It ends up more crowded than expected when Lee brings a few friends. Jessica, Mike and I sat in the front of Mike's car, and I got lost in thought as we drove to LaPush.

If I was still in Mystic Falls, could I have saved Jeremy? Could I have protected my little brother from Katherine? I shouldn't have left them. I don't know if I could have done anything, but I should have been there.

I am pulled out of my thoughts as Mike parks his vehicle. I get out and look around. I have been here before. I think Charlie is friends with the people on this land so we spent time here while we were in Forks that summer. Elena, Jeremy and I hung out with Jacob Black and his sisters mostly.

We walk down the beach, and people scatter to do their own thing. Mike and Jessica head to look at a shop in the village while Lauren and Tyler listen to music on the CD player one of the kids brought. Other kids, like Angela and Ben, go hiking. I sit down alone on my log, which isn't a good distraction.

Then a boy, fourteen or fifteen years old, with long black hair tied up in a rubber band, came up to me. "Hey, you're Bella Gilbert, right?"

"Bella Swan at the moment, but yeah." I realize he knows my name, and I ask, "Wait, Jacob?" I ask unsure.

"Yup!" He grins. "Its been a while."

"Nine years. I'm surprised you remember, given you were, like, six at the time."

"So How's Jeremy and Elena?"

My eyes fall to my lap, fighting tears at the sound of his name.

"What is it?" he asks, concerned.

"Elena's fine," I answer. Then I croak out, "Jeremy on the other hand...he's... he's..."

"I'm sorry," he says, understanding what I'm trying to say.

"I found out yesterday," I tell him, trying to pull myself together. I'm a Gilbert. I can be stronger than this in front of people. I gather what little strength I can muster and make a strong façade. "How are your sisters?"

"Rachel got a scholarship to Washington State, and Rebecca married a Samoan surfer. She lives in Hawaii now."

"Married, wow," I say, shocked. She's my age and she's married.

"So how do you like the truck?"

"I love it," I answer. "It runs great."

Jacob laughs. "Yeah, but it's really slow. I was so relieved when Charlie bought it. My dad wouldn't let me work on building another car when we had a perfectly good vehicle right there."

"It does great in collision."

Jacob agrees, "I don't think a tank could take out that thing."

"So you build cars?"

"When I have free time and parts. You wouldn't happen to know where I could get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1987 Volkswagen Rabbit, would you?"

"Sorry," I apologize with a well-acted forced laugh. "I'll keep an eye out for you, though."

He smiled, looking at me apprehensively.

"Knowing how to build and fix cars is a handy skill," I acknowledge. "I have a friend, Stefan, who had an old car passed down through the family that's only flaw was the engine. Another friend of mine has built and rebuilt engines before so he saved the day and fixes the car, which I was grateful for."

"Glad he didn't let the car go to waste. Why were you so grateful?" Jacob questions.

"He kept taking Elena's car to school with me and her because Elena and Stefan were dating."

"They aren't now?"

"Nope," I say, popping the p. "She broke up with him officially a few months back and started dating his brother, but that is a complicated subject matter to be discussed another time."

Jacob's eyes widen for a moment, and Lauren interrupts, 'You know Bella, Jacob?"

"Yeah," he answers, "We've known each other since I was little."

Lauren didn't like that answer. "How nice. Bella, I was just saying to Tyler that it was too bad none of the Cullens could come out today. Didn't anyone think to ask them?" She asks with feign innocents.

How does she know I asked him? My eyes narrow, but she doesn't notice as a taller older boy asks, "You mean Dr. Cullen's family?"

"Yes, do you know them?"

"The Cullens don't come here," he says, closing the subject, making me interested. He said it like they weren't allowed to come here. Edward did that a little as well. Maybe there was conflict way back when. Maybe it's a 'natural enemies' type of deal, like vamps and were-wolves. Or maybe I'm just looking into this too much.

"So is Forks driving you insane yet?" Jacob asks.

I shrug. "It's not bad. I'm kind of homesick though."

"Not that I'm complaining, but why are you here?"

"Family drama. Elena thought it would be best if I got out of the crazy town for a while. Wanna go for a walk?"

"Sure," Jacob says, practically jumping up at the idea.

We walk down the beach, and I ask curiously, "Do you come up to Forks much?"

"Not too much," he admits. "But when I get my car finished, I can go up there as much as I want - after I get my license."

"Who was that guy Lauren was talking to?"

"That's Sam. He's nineteen."

My eyes widen as I recall a boy a little older than me named Sam when I was last here. "What was he saying about the Cullen family?"

"Oh, they're not supposed to come onto the reservation," he says, confirming what I guesses.

"Why not?"

He bites his lip. "Oops. I'm not supposed to say anything about that."

"I won't tell anyone," I promise. "I'm just curious."

"Do you like scary stories?" he asks. ominously.

"I love them," I answer honestly.

Jacob sits on one of the twisted roots of a tree, and I sit next to him, looking at him curiously.

"The Quileutes have a lot of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood. Supposedly, the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive like Noah and the ark. Another legend claims that we descended from wolves — and that the wolves are our brothers still. It's against tribal law to kill them. Then there are the stories about the cold ones."

"The cold ones?" I question, interested.

"Yeah. There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends, and some much more recent. According to legend, my own great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our land." Jacob rolls his eyes. "You see, the cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf—well, not the wolf, really, but the wolves that turn into men, like our ancestors. You would call them werewolves." My eyes widen. Werewolves? I didn't know there were werewolves in Forks. Maybe they are different from the ones in Mystic Falls, like the two vampire species. That is if I am right about that.

"Werewolves have enemies?" I ask, faking my lack of knowledge about this sort of thing.

"Only one. So you see," Jacob continues, "the cold ones are traditionally our enemies. But this pack that came to our territory during my great-grandfather's time was different. They didn't hunt the way others of their kind did — they weren't supposed to be dangerous to the tribe. So my great-grandfather made a truce with them. If they would promise to stay off our lands, we wouldn't expose them to the pale-faces."

"If they weren't dangerous, then why...?" I trail off.

"There's always a risk for humans to be around the cold ones, even if they're civilized like this clan was. You never know when they might get too hungry to resist."

Sounds like vampires.

"Civilized?"

"They claimed that they didn't hunt humans. They supposedly were somehow able to prey on animals instead."

So they have a bunny-diet like Stefan used to.

"So this type of Cold Ones, the Cullens are like them?" I ask, knowing the answer.

"No," Jacob pauses, dramatically. "They are the same ones. There are more of them now, a new female and male, but the rest are the same."

My eyes widen again. So two are new to the group and can be dangerous if they weren't on the bunny-diet before.

"Pretty crazy stuff, isn't it? No wonder my dad doesn't want us to talk about it to anyone."

"Don't worry. I won't give you away," I promise.

"I guess I just violated the treaty." he laughs.

"I'll take it to the grave."

"Seriously though, don't say anything to Charlie. He was pretty mad at my dad when he heard that some of us weren't going to the hospital since Dr. Cullen started working there."

"I won't," I promise. He doesn't need to be dragged into this mess. What would I say to him anyways? 'Hey, Uncle Charlie! The Quileutes that you're friends with are supposedly werewolves, and the Cullens you know and love are bunny-diet vampires! Oh, and they are natural enemies. That's why the Quileutes refuse to go to the hospital while Carlisle Cullen works there.' Like that'll go well. He'd think I am crazy and send me back home with a friendly letter saying to send me to the nuthouse.

"So," Jacob asks, "do you think we're a bunch of superstitious natives, or what?"

"No. I think you're a great story teller."

There is a clatter of beach rocks that make our heads snap up to see Mike and Jessica approaching.

"There you are, Bella," Mike says, jealousy written across his face at the guy I'm sitting next to.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Jacob asks me quietly.

"Definitely not."

"So when I get my license..."

"You should come see me in Forks. We could hang out."

Mike and Jessica reach us. "Where have you been?" Mike questions.

"Jacob was telling me some local stories. It was really interesting."

"Well, we're packing up," Mike says to me with a quick glance at the sky. "It looks like it's going to rain soon."

I look up and see that he is right. "Okay," I say, getting up. "I'm coming."

"It was nice seeing you again," Jacob smiles.

"It really was. When Charlie visits your dad, I'll come, too."

"That would be cool," Jacob says with a grin.

Mike, Jessica and I head towards the parking lot to leave. There are drops hitting the stones as we walk. When we arrive at Mike's Suburban, I slide into the backseat and begin to think.

From the look of it, there are two types of vampires; the ones that originate from the Mikaelson family, and then there are these Cold Ones. They have multiple differences from the original vampires. I compare Stefan and the Cullens. Stefan was on the bunny-diet for a while, and when he accidentally slipped up, he killed towns, according to Damon. If the Cullens break their diet, it could have the same effect on them as it did on Stefan. That would be a disaster. And are the Quileutes werewolves? If so, are here two kinds like there are two types of vampires?

When I get home, I pull out another notebook and write in Sharpie: QUILEUTES

Inside the notebook, I copy the legends I learned from Jacob Black, knowing I'll add more eventually. I probably won't need a whole notebook, but I need to keep them separate. I pull out my Cullen notebook and write on the cover: CULLENS

At the bottom of my suspicions list, I write down in a large print: Vampires (Cold ones)

Then I put them back in my secret hiding place, and I go to bed.

A/N: Sorry this is a short chapter. The next one will be longer.