Alright, here's Chapter 2! Like promised!
And, James never got killed, just another little tweak I'm adding. Thanks.
I do know own Twilight, SM does.
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"Yes, I'll be alright. I'll just work with my art or writing until dinner," I told him. Dad said something about ordering pizza.
Embry sighed but nodded and took off out the door.
True to my word, I turned to my art things. There had to be good birds, flowers, interesting trees, animals, something to sketch in the forest. I picked up my brand new sketch book and headed for the forest with a pencil tucked neatly away in my hair for easy transporting. After a little while of walking, I found a nice little meadow filled with birds. Sitting on the edge of a rock, I opened to the second page and starting to sketch out a blue and black bird.
The bird surprisingly sat still long enough for me to sketch it, it's like it knew what I wanted to do. After sketching a few more birds that didn't sit so still, it started to get dark. Frowning, I realized that I didn't know which way went back to the house. Since the ground was hard, I had no chance of following my footsteps back. Bravely, I set off on a path that I thought was right.
I don't know how long I walked; I just know that I probably wasn't going the right way. My hands and knees where scratched and bruised from tripping so many times and hair was tangled with leaves. Exhausted, I sat on a rock, and looked up at the sky. The sun was setting and it was starting to get colder, I had to get home soon.
"Are you lost, child?" A voice asked from behind me. Quickly, I spun around, my sketch book in hand.
"Who are you?" I asked warily.
"Just a hiker," he replied. He was about 25 by the looks of his face. He has very pale though and his clothes were slightly ripped. He had his blondish hair pulled back. "Are you lost?"
"No," I replied stubbornly. I didn't know him, I wasn't taking chances. Confidently, I started to walk down the path, hoping it was the right path to take me home. The man followed me, all the birds stopped chirping and everything was silent. Like the time before a storm or when the prey was being stalked. Then I realized that I was the prey.
Before I could react, the man grabbed my sketch book and tossed it aside at lightning speed and pushed me roughly against a large tree. It was then that I noticed that his eyes were black. I struggled against him hard, bruising my arms and wrists where he held me tightly.
"No," I begged as he moved closer to me.
"You lied, you are lost. Lost like a little puppy. You don't belong here and I'm going to make sure you don't stay any longer than you need to," the man hissed. "My name is James, what's yours?"
"Evelyn," I choked out as he shifted both my wrists into one hand and used his other to stroke my cheek then lift my chin up to him to meet his eyes.
"Well, Evelyn. You are a pretty thing, aren't you? You see, I like to know the name of my victims. I like to have fun and play around with my food too, so here's what I'm going to do," James said. He pulled out a longer rope from a backpack I hadn't even noticed he was wearing. Quickly, with only one hand, he tied both my hands together in front of me and then let me go. I was shocked, but I didn't take the time to figure out what he was doing. Immediately, I tried to get free but he knew how to tie knots.
As he jerked the rope back to get more, I was pulled back too. He just laughed and tied the rope to a tree. He sat on a tree stump and watched me struggle, he was enjoying it. It felt like forever, but was only about five minutes before he untied my hands and pushed me back against the tree, I was so tired that I couldn't' even fight back. He leaned his lips down to my neck.
"Fight back, Evelyn," he hissed softly, his breath was against my neck. I shivered and tried to fight back. I wasn't strong enough though and he laughed. Slowly, I felt his tongue slide over the hollow of my neck, I wanted to puke! What was he going to do with me? Kill me, rape me? Then, suddenly, he was gone. I was shaking hard as a big russet wolf ran by, chasing after him. The wolf didn't pay me any attention and to that I was grateful. The russet wolf was followed by a slightly smaller black wolf, then a grey, chocolate brown, white another black, a brown and white and a grey and white wolf. None of the wolves even looked to me.
I decided it was time to scramble home, so I did just that. When I got home, I headed for the shower. I didn't care that my sketch book was still lying on the forest ground somewhere; I just wanted to take a shower and forget about the experience. After my shower, I changed quickly into my sleep clothes, and walked downstairs. My dad was waiting for me there, Embry was also, but he looked more tired and he had a fading pink mark on his chest. He was shirtless, like all the other Quileute boys I'd met.
I rolled my eyes and reached for a single slice of the greasy pizza sitting on the counter. I noticed that more than half the pizza was already gone. I avoided dad and Embry the rest of the night and settled for staying in my room and drowning myself in my music.
I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up at about three, my music was turned off and there was a blanket over me. I smiled at either my dad or Embry's kindness and went back to sleep. I didn't dream at all that night.
The next morning, I got up slowly, remembering it was Saturday, I nearly jumped for joy. But at six in the morning, I settled for sleeping more. It was Saturday, I was not getting up early. Not bothering to change, like I normally would, I walked straight downstairs and to the kitchen. There was one flaw in this plan, Embry, Paul, Quil, Seth and a girl that I saw sitting with them at lunch Friday was there. Paul wolf whistled when I walked by after I had gotten a soda. I dropped the soda out of surprise and Embry reached out quickly, catching it. The girl slapped the back of Paul's head.
"You've got Rachel," she said. Paul grinned wolfishly and looked down. "That's what I thought."
"Lighten up, Leah," Quil said. The girl, Leah, I assumed, shot daggers to Quil.
"Be nice Leah, and introduce yourself to my little sister," Embry said as he handed me the soda back. "And Evelyn, these things aren't good for you this early."
"I'm Leah," the girl said, distracting me from my come back about my early morning soda.
"Evelyn, it's nice to meet you," I replied, turning my full attention to her. I looked down at my clothes and realized that the only reason he wolf whistled was because my tank top was showing part of my stomach and my shorts were extremely short. I smiled and excused myself to go change. After running upstairs and trying not to shake my soda or fall, I shut my door and opened my soda. It wasn't shaken up, thankfully and I started to look for something to wear. What I really wanted to wear was a tank top and a pair of shorts, but the weather didn't permit that. I ended up with a pair of jeans with a hole in the knee from wrestling with a few friends in a pasture and an old grey shirt that had a faded wolf pack howling at the moon.
I really wanted to try to find my sketch book, but I did not want to go back into the forest. Even if the chance of meeting up with that James guy was microscopic, I didn't want to chance it. Something in the back of my mind told me to tell Embry what happened, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. He'd get too protective. Instead, I decided that I needed to go get a new sketch book. But that would mean dragging Embry away from his friends for part of the day just to drive me because I didn't have a car yet.
When I walked back down to the kitchen, Paul was gone, but the rest of the people were still there, talking softly about a boy named Jake. I cleared my throat softly then said, "Embry, would you mind either me borrowing a car or driving me to the store?"
"I'll take you!" Seth exclaimed. I smiled a little and Leah rolled her eyes. She looked like she was going to protest but Embry hissed something softly to her and she nodded in agreement. "If you don't want me to, I understand…"
"No, it's fine, I'd like that," I told him as I smiled. He grabbed the keys from Embry and took my wrist in his hand, I winced a little and was glad that he couldn't' see through the jacket as he started to pull me out the door.
"Hold up, Seth," Embry called, he took a few long strides and was standing next to me. Carefully, he pulled my hand from Seth's and rolls the jacket sleeves, up, revealing the bruises. "Evelyn, what aren't you telling me?"
"I," I struggled to put the right words together. He looked like he already knew but wanted me to tell him. "I was sketching in the forest and a man tried to attack me. But some really, really big, and I mean huge, wolf like bear creatures chased him away. And they didn't even pay any attention to me."
"You got lucky," Embry said. His eyes looked like he was deep in thought. "Please, be careful." I nodded and he rolled my jacket sleeves back down.
Seth rolled his eyes and took my wrist gentler and pulled me out to the car. "Embry's just being protective, Eve."
"I figured," I said. I didn't mind him calling me Eve, but I really did prefer Evelyn or Lyn. We got to the store quicker than I would have thought and Seth kept chatting away about his funny stories and all the cool things that we could do when it got a little warmer. I ended up telling him all about Texas and all the cool things I had done when I lived there. We talked when we got to the store and I quickly found the computer paper. Seth insisted I get the hard cover sketch book with a wolf print on it, apposed to the binder that had the town's high school's color on it and "Forks High School: Home of the Spartans" written on it. I complied and paid for my things and we started the ride home.
When we got back on the Reservation grounds I could have swore I saw the wolf bear, as I was calling the giant wolves I'd seen yesterday, following the car. I didn't freak out or anything and kept up the conversation with Seth like I hadn't seen a thing, but I knew he had seen them too. His voice wasn't as fun and light and he was more serious, looking more in the forest as he drove, like he was watching.
"Everything alright," I asked him when he pulled into the driveway. A man was leaning on the railing where Paul was the first day I met him. This man was older, but still shirtless. He looked about twenty-three and his hair was cropped short like the rest of the boys. It was only then that I noticed that he and Embry, Paul, Seth, Leah, and Quil all had tattoo's on there right arm. I decided not to say anything. Seth hopped out quickly and ran up to him. I got out slower, slightly annoyed that I didn't get an answer to the question I asked Seth. The man walked up to me.
"I'm Sam," he said as he extended a hand, I took his hand and shook it. He looked intimidating and I was afraid to get on his bad side, he could snap me in half like the others!
"Evelyn," I said meeting his eyes. He looked me over and seemed slightly taken back by my blue eyes and black hair.
"Embry's sister. I can see it in your features. You must have gotten the eyes from your mother, though," he said. I nodded not wanting to be rude. He turned back to Seth and dropped my hand. "Normal meeting place." Seth nodded and gave me a quick warm hug.
"See you later, Evelyn," he said as he jogged off. I was officially confused. Sam looked over me once more before speaking again.
"Just stay out of the forest, blue eyes." I frowned; it was like Paul all over again. He laughed lightly. "I'm kidding."
I flashed a small smile and walked inside as he walked away. There was something the boys around here weren't telling me and I didn't like it. Walking up to my bedroom, I wondered if they actually did know what happened in the forest yesterday. Carefully, I slid out of my jacket and looked at the bruises on my wrists. They were light, but you could still tell they were there. It was still cold though, and if I wore a long sleeved shirt tomorrow, no one would be able to tell that I had bruises. Knowing I wouldn't remember later and would be furious with myself for it, I pulled out a sheet off paper and grabbed a pencil.
As I sat down in the kitchen, I thought about the wolf. I had to draw it; I closed my eyes for a few minutes. Thinking about the form of the wolf was easy, getting it on paper wasn't. Lightly sketching in the book, I began to draw. Since I was so focused in getting the scene right, I hadn't even heard Embry walk in. I wanted the entire scene, the first wolf in the center of the path, while the other wolves where jumping out of the mystery of the forest. I was putting the finishing touches on it when I heard Embry say, "Wow, that's really good."
"Thanks," I said after jumping nearly two feet into the air. He just laughed and sat down next to me.
"You're really good," he told me. I shrugged a little. "No, I mean it, you're really, really good."
"Yeah, sure," I replied as I stood up. I went upstairs and put my things away before walking back down. When I got back downstairs, Dad was already home.
"Hey, I was just telling Embry that Sam and Emily invited us to dinner at their house," he said to me. Embry had already changed and was sitting, drinking a coke at the table.
"Cool," I said. He then asked if I wanted to go and I replied with a yes. I honestly couldn't wait to meet Emily, one of La Push's best cook.
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