A/N: If you don't like the characters or plot, then don't read. This is slightly AU as fair as Lana and their ancestry and stuff like that. But the main premise will not change.

DISCLAIMER: I only own my OC, nothing else.

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Chapter 6

A Chat

Lana was in the water, sitting on her board, letting the waves rock her. She had slipped the ankle strap underneath a rock to keep her anchored in the water and she just looked out at the bleak sky. She wasn't really cold, despite her bathing suit was suited to Arizona weather instead of Forks weather.

A black two piece bikini that showed off her entire body, her long hair damp as the light rain pattered down on her and she sighed, running her fingers through the black tangles and she closed her eyes, trying to understand.

She didn't know why she was having such strong negative feelings over a boy who seemed to have a genuine interest in her sister. Nearly every other guy that did she had encouraged for them to try, get through Bella's tough exterior but nobody ever could. Now somebody had, and she hated it. Why she did, Lana didn't know. One of the few things she didn't know.

It was like something primitive inside her awoke when she met Edward Cullen, something that lay dormant until she saw him through the cafeteria window. It was a part of her and she didn't like the murderous intent she felt whenever she saw Creeper Cullen.

"Hey, Lana!" A distant voice called from the shore and she turned to see Jacob with Bella. Instantly, she felt jealousy creep up into her muddled thoughts and make them even harder to think through.

Why couldn't it just be easy for Lana for once? Why couldn't the guy she liked, just like her back! It wasn't exactly hard!

Grinning and bearing it, she lifted a hand in a semblance of a wave, before Jacob gestured for her to come to shore. "Oh, God." Lana murmured to herself, un-tucking the ankle strap from its anchor and she swam to shore, before picking up the board and tucked it under her arm, jogging to Bella and Jacob. "Hey, guys!" Lana smiled as bright as she could. Lana thought she could supernova like Johnny Storm and 'Flame On' at any given time.

God, what she wouldn't give to have Chris Evans on La Push right now.

"Hey, Lana, Bella was asking me about the Quileute legends." Jacob said, obviously excited to be talking to Bella for more than five minutes with Bella actually participating in the conversation, and not just injecting random grunts and mumbles.

"Oh?" Lana asked, "you've never shown an interest before." Her dark brows lifted at her elder sister.

"Well, I find it fascinating, now. I'm actually doing some research and I think I could learn and get some good points if I knew a few of the tribe's stories." Bella said, her widened, which to the untrained eye, would have been excitement.

Lana knew her sister better than that. She wanted answers. The younger Swan kept her mouth shut and nodded. "So, Bella, what story did you want to know?"

All three of them started to walk as Jacob shrugged off his jacket and hung it around Lana's shoulders who thanked him softly, her cheeks turning a soft pink as he nodded, but his eyes trained on Bella. "What did your friends mean about: 'the Cullen's don't come here'?" Bella asked.

Jacob scoffed, "you caught that, huh?" Lana shook her head imperceptibly. Her sister was using Jacob for her own agenda. She couldn't believe she was letting this happen. "I'm not really supposed to say anything about it." Jacob's face turned somber, so Lana, being herself, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Hey, I can keep a secret." Bella tried her hand at teasing him, gently bumping into him.

"Um," Jacob chuckled, his fingers twitching against Lana's bikini bottoms. He was nervous, "really, it's just like an old scary story."

"Well, I wanna know." Bella pressed.

"Okay, um," Jacob's hand tightened around her hip and she patted his shoulder gently. He was disobeying his father's orders directly. "Did you know Quileute's are supposedly descended from wolves?" Lana smiled, she loved this story.

Billy had told it to her in confidence and she had never uttered a word. She loved every bit of their tribe.

"What?" Bella wasn't expecting that. "Like wolves? Like real wolves?"

"Yeah! Well that's the legend of our tribe." Jacob smiled proudly.

"Okay. ." Bella mumbled, "so what's the story about the Cullen's?"

'Ding-ding. And Bingo was his name-o.' Lana thought snidely.

"Well, they're supposedly descendants from this like, 'enemy clan'. My great grandfather, the chief; found them hunting on our land. But they claimed to be something different, so we made a treaty with them." Jacob made scary eyes at Lana who giggled, but her mind was racing a million miles a minute. Maybe Bella was on to something. "If they promised to stay off Quileute lands, then we wouldn't expose what they really were; to the pale-faces." He nodded to Bella before looking at Lana and he grinned. She wasn't exactly a pale-face.

"I thought they just moved here."

"Or just moved back." Jacob teased her.

Both Lana and Bella had somber looks on their faces.

Two girls squealed, running by but Lana hardly noticed.

"Well, what are they really?" Bella questioned Jacob who scoffed at her question.

"It's just a story, Bella." He chuckled, before he and Lana walked off, but Lana was still deep in thought as was her older sister. "Come on, let's go." He said to Bella softly.

If what Jacob said was true, then the Cullen's were much more than what they appeared to be. The signs were there. All of them.

Lana looked back at Bella and they nodded in mutual agreement.

They'd find out what the Cullen's were hiding.