title: Dask'iya'
summary: with the newborn army destroyed, everything was supposed to be peaceful. but, the clashing supernatural forces have caused a new enemy to rise, and they're only getting stronger. in the midst of it all, it seems that jacob has imprinted on the one girl that can help them destroy the dangerous creatures.
pairings: jacobXoc, edwardXbella, leahXoc, sethXnessie, cannon.
The flames danced across the ocean, and Blue watched in mild fascination. Although it was around three in the morning, the party didn't seem to be dying down anytime soon. Not that she minds, it gets her out of the house for a bit. Staring into the waves, watching as they crashed slowly onto the sand, made Blue feel peaceful. Even if everyone around her was drunk and loud, the ocean calmed her.
"Blue, you aren't even trying to fit it," Amelia slurred, stumbling over to where the girl was sitting on a discarded piece of driftwood.
"I highly doubt my aversion to getting drunk with people I don't know means I'm not trying to fit it." Blue stated, raising a perfectly done brow. She used to have it pierced, back in the day. Her father didn't approve.
Amelia looked as though she was going to retort with something she would regret when she was sober, but instead turned her head and spewed her stomach contents out onto the ground. Blue wrinkled her nose in disgust as the smell wafted over towards.
Perhaps she would find more peace in the solitude of the woods.
Blue pushed herself off the driftwood, ignoring the laughter as people discussed Amelia once again throwing up on the beach. Pulling her sleeves over her hands, she headed for the woods, taking a beat down path as her guide. The noise from the party faded as she delved into the thicket surrounding La Push.
She wasn't really sure why she kept going to these parties, she wasn't much of a drinker, not anymore, and she didn't care for too much social interaction. At times, she felt as though she was on a different wavelength than everyone else. It wasn't like her parents did much to dispel that feeling.
Her parents hated that she had her hair dyed a vibrant electric blue, had piercings and wore dark makeup and dark clothing. Admittedly, at first she did it to rebel, but then she found she quite liked the aesthetic. Her nose had a black hoop in it, her tongue had a silver ball resting on it, her belly button had a black glitter jewel pierced through it, and her ears were filled to the brim with hoops and studs. She had yet to get tattoos, because those were a bit harder to obtain when your parents didn't approve, and you were not yet eighteen.
Only a year and a half to go, and she would be eighteen and ready to move out of their house.
Her dad wasn't so much of the issue as her stepmom, she mused. Really, she made all the decisions and he just enforced them. If there was anyone that truly was on a different wavelength than Blue, it was her. Her stepmom loved drinking, as did her dad. That's how Blue's habit started, back in the day. However, events in her junior year put a stop to that. Now Blue wouldn't touch the stuff.
Now she just goes to bonfires like this and acts like everything is normal. She acts like she isn't a bit fucked up mentally, and isn't scared of what she's seen. What she's done.
An odd crunching noise makes Blue tilt her head towards the brush, watching as it starts to shake like an animal was coming out of hiding. She backed away quickly, not wanting to disturb it.
The first thing she saw was the horns. They curled and gleamed in the moonlight, vicious and dangerous. The odd, bluish grey body was next, with the claws that glinted like razors, attached to arms that moved in slow, jerky movements, like it was unsure of its body. And the smell, oh, god, the smell. It smelt like burning hair, reeked of it, and Blue vaguely remembered her Health teacher telling her that burning flesh smelled the same as burning hair.
It turned its deep set, red eyes on her, and opened its mouth to showcase awful, horrible sharp teeth, dripping with thick globs of saliva.
Blue let out a blood curdling scream, and stumbled backwards, succeeding only in falling onto the forest floor. The creature took that chance to lunge at her, and Blue shot her arms out in a feeble attempt to stop it.
She felt something vibrate through her palms, and with what felt like a bang the creature flung away from Blue. It lunged at her again, and Blue pushed her arms towards it, this time causing a purple flame to burst out of her hands and seem to melt the creatures skin off. As Blue stared in utter disbelief, the thing melted like a plastic doll, right before her very eyes.
How the fuck had she just done that?
Without wasting any more time, Blue scrambled off the ground and bolted back towards the party, her feet pounding onto the forest floor. As she ran, she swore she could again smell the disgusting odor, but pushed herself to keep moving.
No one seemed to notice her re-arrival, even as she burst through the woods at an incredible speed, looking exactly like she had just been through what she had been through. They all were too drunk or high to notice her.
All except Jared Cameron, who was giving her an intense gaze.
Blue scanned the crowd for Amelia, knowing if she found her she could go home. There was no way in hell that Blue was walking back home alone after what she had just been through, no way at all. Although, she wasn't quite sure what a drunk Amelia would do in terms of keeping her safe.
"Are you okay?"
Blue had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed Jared until he was right next to her.
"Um, no, not really," Blue let out a shaky breath, running a hand through her hair. She stopped short.
Her palms, which had previously been free of any blemish, now had half of the Quileute tribe symbol in inky black markings. Her hands shaking, she placed her palms next to each other, seeing how they lined up to create the full circle symbol.
"Why did you get that?" Jared asked, his tone now guarded, and when Blue looked up at him, his face was the same.
"I didn't get that, I don't-" Blue had to choke back tears, overwhelmed. "I don't know what's going on."
"What happened in the woods?" Jared asked yet another question, his tone and expression unchanging.
"If I told you you wouldn't believe me." Blue felt a few tears leak down her face, and wiped them away in frustration. She wasn't much of a crier, unless she was overwhelmed or angry.
"Try me." Jared stated, his arms crossing over his large, bare chest.
Blue shook her head, her full lips pressed firmly together. She wasn't going to tell, and risk him telling the Elders she needed to be admitted.
Jared opened his mouth, and shut it again. "What's your name?" He finally asked.
"Blue," She replied, wrapping her arms around herself. "I want to go home."
"Blue," Jared nodded. "I'm Jared. Would you like me to walk you home?"
She hesitated, but figured the large, possible steroid junkie would offer more protection than drunk Amelia would. "Yes, please."
With that, Blue led the way to her house, Jared following. She didn't miss that way his eyes kept scanning the forest, just as he didn't miss the way hers did.
ninjahugger: glad you thought so! Hopefully you think this one is interesting as well.
Alright, so a bit of an introduction to Blue. hopefully you all liked this chapter, and liked Blue as well. Feedback is much appreciated!
-theflyinggraysons