Chapter4

Once every one was seated and eating, somehow Emily had managed to get Paul to sit next to Mary, Emily got a wicked gleam in her eye and looked at Mary. Mary took one look at her and cringed.

"Sooooo, Mary. I know why your here, but we don't know anything about you. What did you do growing up? Whens your birthday? How old are you? What do you like to do for fun?"

Mary threw a glare at Emily who just giggled along with Kim.

"Well, my birthday was last month. February 10. I am 16 and am a Sophomore. Really, my life is pretty boring. My father hates me, my mother died when I was born. I had no clue I even had relatives over here till I found my mother's box. I grew up in my father's family home in Biloxi, Mississippi. I know I look almost exactly like my mother. I got my eyes, my height, and the blue tint in my hair from my father's family. The rest is from my mother. Um...I don't really do anything for fun. I like to shop, but I never really related to any of my school friends. They just didn't understand me. I guess you could say I was a loner growing up."

"Why didn't they understand you?" Paul asked.

Mary looked down. "I don't know. I was the weird girl. Always spouting off nonsense. When people started to grow up and stop believing in fairy tales, I was the one that didn't stop. I was the tiny geeky girl, who believed in mythological beings till I was 13. Like I said, I didn't relate to anyone. It's no big deal. I got over it. I stopped trying to belong and just kept to myself."

"You believed in mythological beings till you were 13? Why?" Sam asked.

Mary looked at Emily who covered a giggle with a cough. "I don't know. I was lonely growing up. Like I said. My dad hated me and he had no other family. I wanted to believe that there was more to life than just normal people. Like there was a purpose. I even tried to get scientific with it. If humans were top of the food chain, who's above us? I think I could fill a library with the amount of books I have. I have a book on every legend and myth imaginable. I was obsessed till I was 13. Then I gave up and packed it all away. I spent 5 years tracking every un natural occurrence in history trying to match it up with something, anything, and when it didn't pan out. I gave up."

"That's it? You just gave up? For no reason?" Kim exclaimed.

"I had a reason, Kim." Mary gave her a look and she nodded and shut up. Sam was going to say something else when Billy wheeled up to the fire.

"In our tribe we have legends. Passed down from our ancestors. They believed that in the future we might need to learn from our ancestors. So they started to pass down the legends for generations. It is believed that our people were originally spirit warriors, able to leave their bodies to defend their tribe, but when the last great chief, Taha Aki, merged his spirit with that of a wolf after Utlapa, a traitorous warrior, stole his body, the werewolves were created. They discovered that as long as a warrior chose to continue changing into his wolf form he would not age."

Mary had read these legends in her mother's diary, but hearing it in person was a totally different experience.

As Billy's tale ends, Old Quil begins the tale of the third wife's sacrifice.

"Taha Aki saw his third wife as his true mate and gave up his wolf form so that he could grow old with her. After he had grown old, women in the neighboring Makah tribe began to disappear. The Makahs suspected the Quileutes because of their magic, so Taha Aki charged his eldest wolf-son, Taha Wi, to find the culprit. Taha Wi took five other wolves with him to search the mountains, but sent half the pack home when the trail they followed led them too far north. Tahi Wi and his two brothers never returned. Taha Aki went to the chief of the Makahs in mourning, and enmity between the tribes ceased. A year later, the disappearances started again. The wolves agreed to help the Makahs, and this time they found a male cold one feeding from a maiden. Only one wolf survived the attack, Yaha Uta, the oldest son of Taha Aki's third wife. The cold one was hard as stone, fast, and deadly, and Yaha Uta lost his two brothers in the fight. He brought the Cold One's corpse back to the village for the elders to see. The corpse tried to reassemble itself, so they set fire to it and separated the ashes into small bags,"

Billy held up a bag that was on a string around his neck. Mary heard gasps and knew one came from her.

"The Cold One's mate came to the village seeking revenge and killed the last wolf protector, Yaha Uta, as well as many of the tribe. Taha Aki turned into a wolf again in order to fight her, but he was old and she was too strong. The third wife saw his struggle and stabbed herself in front of the Cold Woman to distract her with her blood. The third wife died, but thanks to her sacrifice, Taha Aki was able to destroy the female. Afterwards, Taha Aki stayed with the body of his wife for one day, as a wolf, and then ran to the forest and never returned. Over time, the warriors only changed into wolves if Cold Ones came to the area. As long as there were only one or two, the pack stayed small."

Old Quil tells of the coming of the Cullens and the pact made with Ephraim Black. Mary sat there staring at the fire after the stories were done being told. It was so weird. She knew they were true, but to here of her great-grandfather and to see him in a vision. When she had picked up a photograph of three young men, she was hit with a vision of three wolves running through the woods. Meeting with a group of five beautiful pale people. And meeting their mates and growing old with them. Then she had read her mother's letters and diary of the legends. But hearing it, made it so much more real.

She noticed Emily kneeling in front of her and looked at her. She realized she had tears in her eyes.

"Are you ok?" Emily asked. Mary nodded and pulled an old photograph out of her pocket. She handed it to Emily"

"I saw it. When I first found the pictures, but to hear them....." Mary told her.

Emily took the picture and looked at it. She gasped and put her hand to her mouth. "My...God...."

Sam came over and looked at the picture. "Is that....?"

Mary nodded. "I found it. When I was looking through my mothers things. Their names are written on the back, Ephraim Black, Levi Uley, and Quil Atera 1925."

Emily looked at Mary quickly. "You said you saw. So you could see, the beginning, right?"

Mary nodded, "If I had something that one of them touched...." Mary and Emily turned as one, to look at Billy.

"Mary, I think it's time to tell your secret." Emily murmured.

"Emily.....this is amazing. Think of the possibilities! To actually know! An actual eyewitness to something that happened thousands of years ago! But......" Mary grabbed Emily's hand and put her other hand on Paul, who jumped at the contact. She concentrated on what would happen when she told. If there were any consequences.

She opened her eyes and looked at Emily. She grinned and jumped up. Both almost pounced on Billy.

"Billy, this is going to seem like a very strange request, but can I touch the pouch" Billy looked at Mary for a moment before lifting over his neck. He held it out in his hand for her. She raised her shaky hand to touch it, but turned to look back at Emily first.

"I've never gone this far back before. I.....don't know what will happen. If....something happens....just remember....trust them. They are good. You'll know who, eventually."

She turned and touched the pouch and almost immediately passed out.

"What the hell happened!" Paul roared jumping up and running over to her. Sam ran over to see what was going on.

"Paul take her to my house. Emily what the hell happened?" Sam said.

"I can't say....."

They put Mary in the spare room and Emily checked on her every few hours. Her vitals were fine. But Paul was ready to rip down the house. Emily walked into the living room in the morning of the second day to have Paul up in her face.

"You better tell me what is going on." He snarled. Sam was up and had him by his neck and threw him into the wall. Which he went through. Kim got up from where she was sitting with Jared and wrapped her arms around Emily. They went and sat in the kitchen and stared at their coffees.

Ten minutes later, Sam and Paul walked back in the house. Sam glaring at Paul, and Paul with his head hanging. They came into the kitchen and sat down.

"Please, Emily. Please tell me what is going on." His voice cracked as he asked her.

She looked up at Kim who nodded. "Fine, but only if you fix my wall.

"Mary....well, I guess the easiest way to say it is she's psychic."

"What like those funky fortune tellers?" Sam asked.

Emily shook her head. "No, I don't really know how to explain it, but she has to touch something and then she will get images of who ever touched the object. We thought it would be cool, to have first hand experience with Taha Aki. You know to see what really happened. She said she had never gone that far back before. I don't know....what is happening."

Paul got up and walked back out the door. A second later a howl peirced the air. A sound that was filled with pain. The hair on all their arms rose and they all shivered. What would happen if something happened to Mary?

I had no plans on revealing her so soon, but the oppertunity presented itself, and the story just took a mind of it's own. When I wrote that Billy lifted the bag....I thought oh, the possibities! It would be anyone's dream to go back and see history in the making for thierself. I was never into history, but I love legends and myths and how they came to be. Do you know there is a disease that makes people crave blood? Thier body lacks something and it actually makes people crave blood. That is one of the things that made Vampires become myth. I seen it on the history channel. lol anyway on with the reviews. I'll be posting again in another couple days. I'm also going to redo a couple of my old stories.