CHAPTER 2: THE LEGENDS OF FORKS
I was walking along the beach with Quil and Embry and spotted a van. Suddenly I spotted Bella and a big smile broke across my face.
"So that's her, huh?" Quil asked.
"Yeah." I said, blushing.
"Let's go, talk to her." Embry said and ran ahead of us.
"Embry no!" I called.
Quil and I caught up with him and we decided to play it cool.
"Bella!" I exclaimed
"Hey Jacob." Bella smiled.
"Guys this is Jacob," she said introducing me.
"What are you like stalking me?" she asked.
"You're on my reservation remember?" I asked her
"So are you surfing?" I asked.
"Definitely not," she chuckled.
"Maybe you can keep her company, her date ditched her," one of the girls said.
"A date, who?" one of the guys asked.
"Bella invited Edward Cullen," the other girl said.
"It wasn't a date, I was just being polite." Bella said.
"I think it was nice she invited him. No one ever does," the second girl said.
"That's cuz that guys a freak," another guy said.
"You got that right." Quil agreed.
"You guys know him?" Bella asked.
"The Cullens don't come here." Quil said.
"Wanna go for a walk on the beach?" I asked her.
"Sure." Bella smiled.
We walked through the wet sand with our hoods up, since it was raining again.
"What did your friends mean, about the Cullens don't come here?" Bella asked me.
"You caught that, huh? I'm not really supposed to say anything about that." I said.
"Hey, I can keep a secret." Bell said, wanting to know more.
"Umm….well really it's just an old scary story." I chuckled nervously.
"Well I wanna know." Bella said.
"Do you know any of our old stories, about where we came from------ the Quileute's, I mean?" I asked.
"Not really," she admitted.
"Well, there are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood-------- supposedly, the ancient Quileute's tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive, like Noah and the ark." I smiled.
"Another legend claims that we descended from wolves--------and that wolves are our brothers still. It's against tribal law to kill them."
"Then there are stories about the cold ones." I said, dropping my voice lower.
"The cold ones?" Bella asked.
"Yes. 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." I said, rolling my eyes.
I was honesty surprised how into these stories she was.
"Your great-grandfather?" she asked.
"He was a tribal elder, like my father. 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." I said, sarcastically trying to sound spooky.
"Werewolves have enemies?" Bella asked, getting more into the tale.
"Only one." I said.
"Now my father says they've moved back and legend has been in motion." I said in annoyance.
"I thought they just moved here?" Bella asked.
"Or just moved back." I said.
"What are they really?" she asked.
"It's just a story Bella. Come on." I said, walking farther down the beach with her.
I was laying on my bed looking out the window. My father rolled into my room and I saw a serious look on his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Quil and Embry said Bella, was hanging around one of the Cullens," he said.
"Yeah, I know." I said.
"She shouldn't be hanging around him, the Cullens' can't be trusted," my dad said with a stern look on his face.
"Dad it's just a story, would you leave her alone." I said getting annoyed.
"It's their fault the wolves will return," he muttered to himself.
"What dad?" I asked.
"Nothing, just keep Bella away from him," he warned.
"No dad, cuz then she'll never wanna hang out with me." I said.
"You'll understand soon enough," he warned me.
"Whatever," I scoffed and turned out my light.
Sometimes I couldn't believe how into the legends he was. I mean really, who believed in werewolves and vampires. I chucked to myself as I nodded off to sleep. I had a really weird nightmare that night. I was running through the forest, but on four legs. I stopped at the lake and when I looked at my reflection it wasn't me, it was a giant wolf. I woke up in a cold sweat and looked at the time, 3:30. I shook off the fear and settled back to sleep. That dream felt really real, I thought to myself.