Piper's POV

The plane ride was interesting I must admit.

Wyatt asked Damon about phasing, Damon had told Wyatt that he might phase on our trip to Forks, and Mom had freaked out. Then Wyatt fell asleep leaning against me until we landed in Seattle.

When we got off the plane I was put in charge of Michelle. I grabbed her hand as we walked through the airport.

"Piper?" Michelle said tugging on my arm. I looked down at her and she reached her arms up. I picked her up and placed her on my back. "I'm tired," she said in my ear.

"I can't imagine why," I said to her. "You slept the whole way here Shell." I used her nickname.

"I wasn't asleep," she said. I thought back to the plane ride and Michelle lying in Damon's lap. She looked like she was asleep.

"It sure did look like it," I told her.

"I was watching Mommy and Daddy," she explained.

"Oh I see," I sighed.

Michelle could see into people's past, all of their past. And she loved to watch Mom and Dad's past. It was almost like hearing your Mom's stories about how she fell in love with your Dad, and you are totally engulfed in the romantic story. Well it was kind of like that for Michelle, but she got to watch everything. It was like a movie in her head, a great way to keep her occupied. And she could share it with anyone by touching them. She got that little part of her gift from Mom.

When we got to the luggage claim Damon came up to me and smiled at our little sister sleeping on my back.

"Having fun?" he asked.

"Oh loads," I replied shifting my weight.

"Do you want me to take her?"

"No it's alright," I said. "Just get the bags."

As we walked out of the luggage claim area I noticed how heavy Michelle really was.

"Would you like me to take your back pack?" a deep, smooth voice asked from behind me.

I turned to see my Grandfather. "Grandpa Edward!" I squealed, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he laughed pulling Michelle off of my back. "Damon?" he called over to my brother.

"Aww hey Grandpa Edward," Damon said shaking Edward's hand.

"Hello son. Want to take this one for me?" he asked holding out my sister in his arms.

"Sure," Damon said taking her. "I'm sure Grandma Bella wants to see her anyway," he chuckled.

"Probably," Edward said kissing Michelle's head before Damon walked over to my grandmother. Then he turned back to me.

"So how are you Sweet P'" he asked using the nick name he had given me when I was little.

"Jet lagged," I said laughing. I wasn't used to flying.

"Well that will pass," he laughed. "You're looking a little pale. Whens the last time your mother took you hunting?" he asked.

Because I had inherited the vampire gene from my mother, I had to have a normal intake of blood. Though Mom was always willing to take me and Michelle, who had also inherited the gene, Dad wasn't as okay with it.

"Um maybe a couple of months ago," I told my grandfather. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Dad doesn't really approve of us doing it on a regular basis."

"Really…" Edward trailed off.

We were now at the car, getting the entire luggage in, and fitting everyone into the SUV.

"Well don't worry Sweet P'", he said quietly, and then sliding in next to me. "Your uncles and I will take care of you." He winked.

I laughed and nodded. Hunting with the Cullens sounded good.

"Daddy!" I heard Mom say in her warning voice from the front seat where she sat with Grandma Bella.

"Yes honey?" Edward laughed.

"Don't," Mom growled.

Edward just laughed and looked out the window.

We were all staying at The Cullen Mansion; well that's what I called it. It was a huge house that all of the Cullens lived in since my Grandma Bella was human. Though Mom and her parents had a separate cottage close by in the woods; Mom had grown up there and I loved it. Almost as much as I loved the main house.

Michelle and I were supposed to share a room but Mom objected.

"Actually Grandma Esme," Mom was saying to my Great-grandma as they discussed sleeping arrangements. "The twins can share a room, and Michelle can bunk with Damon."

Esme gave Mom a questioning look.

"Wyatt and Piper are more comfortable being near each other, especially when we are away from home," Dad explained. It was true of course. Wyatt and I always had to be close. Even at home our rooms were side by side.

"And Michelle sleeps better when she around Damon or Jacob," Mom added.

"Man you have particular children Jake," Emmett joked slapping my dad on the back.

Dad nodded, laughed, and then looked at all four of us sitting on the couch. We all stared back.

"Their Nessie's kids," Dad said finally.

"Ha true Bro," Emmett said.

"Aww I don't know Daddy," I said to my dad. "We're a lot like you."

"Hey don't insult us sis," Damon said laughing.

Everybody laughed but dad, who just smirked.

"Okay I guess I can take some credit for them too," he muttered.

We all laughed again. This was already fun, I loved being around the Cullens, around my family.

"Okay guys go get settled and cleaned up," Mom said to us.

"Why?" Wyatt asked. He more than likely just wanted to sleep and play video games with Emmett.

"We're going to a bonfire on the Rez," Dad said smiling.

"On our first night here?" I asked.

"Really Jacob!" Aunt Alice said to dad. "Rose and I wanted to take Piper shopping tomorrow and how is she going to get up in the morning if she's out all night?"

"Shopping?" I asked excitedly. Aunt Alice nodded at me with a smile. I loved shopping with my aunts! They always picked out the cutest outfits.

"Can it Pixie," Dad said to Alice with a smile. "Tonight is the only night that we can go this trip. Plus it will be good for the boys to hear the stories." Dad winked.

"Jacob," Mom warned.

"Sorry dear," Dad fake whined.

"Whipped," Emmett said in a sing song voice.

"Yep," Dad said. "And proud of it."

Again everyone laughed.

When we arrived at First Beach for the bonfire Damon and Wyatt followed Dad straight to the food table. Mom and I hung back at the car while Mom was on the phone with Grandma Bella.

"No mom don't let he convince you that she is allowed to stay up," Mom said.

We had to leave Michelle with my grandparents because we didn't know how long we would be out, so Mom was informing Bella on how to handle Michelle.

"Okay Mom, yeah, love you too. Bye," she said snapping her phone shut. "Ready?"

"Yeah," I sighed. I was still pretty tired from the plane ride.

We walked to the beach towards the roaring fire. Dad met us about half way and smiled. He grabbed Mom's hand and put his arm around my shoulders.

When we reached the fire I saw at least twenty wolves and ten others sitting around it. They were all talking and laughing comfortably. I felt a little out of place. Dad cleared his throat loudly, and then there was a loud scream.

"Jacob! You didn't tell us you were coming! Oh my God Nessie you look beautiful!" the girl rambled.

"Calm down Emily," a tall man laughing behind her said. "Hey Jake, Ness, it's good to finally see you guys back around here."

"Same here Sam," Dad said shaking Sam's hand. Mom gave him a quick hug along with the girl, Emily.

"And who might this be?" Emily asked looking at me.

"All in good time Em," Dad said.

As many times as we had been to Forks, we never met anyone from Dad's pack or the Rez. Of course they wouldn't know me. After Mom and Dad said all of their hellos they gathered me and my brother's top the circle.

"Okay guys," Dad said putting his hands on Damon's shoulders. "This is my oldest Damon."

Mom out her arms around Wyatt and I. "And these are the twins, Piper and Wyatt," she said.

"And our youngest Michelle is with their grandparents," Dad said.

"Wow Jake," a guy named Embry said.

"They look so much like you two," the girl next to him, Tori said.

"Have your boys phased yet?" Sam asked.

"I have," Damon said proudly, running his hand through his dark hair.

Sam nodded and smiled.

"Wyatt is just beginning the process," Dad said.

Some of the guys gasped, others gave Wyatt a sympathetic look.

"We're here to help Wyatt," Sam said.

"Thanks," Wyatt said shyly.

"What about you Piper?" one of the guys, Quil, asked. "Did you get the wolf gene?"

I shook my head. "No, Michelle and I got the vampire gene."

"Nice," Embry said.

"Looks like you're still the only she-wolf Leah," Quil said looking at a girl across the fire pit from him.

"Oh shut up," the girl called Leah snapped at him.

"Hey Leah where's Seth?" Mom asked the girl.

"Late as usual," she said in a softer tone. "He should be here soon."

"Well," my dad said sitting down next to Quil. "He's heard the stories already. Might as well start Dad," he said to Grandpa Billy.

Billy cleared his throat and dove into the legions of the tripe and the wolves. Damon and Wyatt hung on every word, but I was truly bored. About half way into the story I tapped on Mom's shoulder and told her I was going for a walk. She nodded at me and then turned back to Billy to hear the story.

When I stood up Wyatt looked at me and started to get up.

'Stay,' I sent him. 'I just need to go for some air.'

He gave me a worried look, and then sat back down.

I started walking towards the water. I took a deep breath of the warm ocean air, closed my eyes, and smiled. I loved the ocean. I always had. It had something to do with the calmness of the waves and the smell of the air.

I could still hear people talking from the fire pit, so I decided to walk into the woods by the shore. I began walking, taking any twist or turn I could. I wasn't really worried about getting lost at the time. I could just find my way back by scent, or just send thoughts to one of my brothers to come and find me.

The woods were dark and peaceful; it felt so nice to get away. I didn't understand why I was so overwhelmed, but I was happy to get away. As I was walking farther and farther into the trees I began to think; mostly about the wolves.

They all looked so young. Though most of the pack, like Dad, had already had kids of their own who had phased, they still looked to be twenty years old. Amazing. Would Damon and Wyatt be like that? Practically frozen in time as long as they continued to phase? Michelle and I would live forever because of our vampire gene, but what if my brothers decided to stop phasing one day? They would just start aging again right? They would eventually die…while the rest of our family was frozen in time. I couldn't imagine forever without my brothers, especially Wyatt.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize how far I had walked. I could no longer smell the salty sea air of the ocean, the trees around me seemed dead and lifeless instead of green and lush, and there was a disturbing fog in the air. I stopped and looked all around me. I was most defiantly lost. I sat down on a nearby log to think.

"Lost?" A thick, deep voice asked from behind me.

I sprang up and turned quickly. My eyes widened at what I saw.

I saw four beautiful people standing behind me. People with dark red, crimson eyes. Vampires.

"Are you lost?" the man in front of me asked again.

He was tall and buff, had blonde hair, and bone white skin. Beautiful. The woman next to him was equally beautiful. She had jet black hair that was straight and perfect. The two smaller vampires looked eighteen and sixteen.

"Are you lost?" the woman repeated for the man.

"Um no… I … uh… was just taking… a walk. Yeah a walk," I gulped.

I tore my eyes from their beauty and started stammering. As mesmerizing as their beauty was, it was just as frightening.

"You smell odd," the younger vampire girl said. She looked older than the boy standing next to her, short, with black curly, and of course red eyes. "Are you human?" she asked me.

"Part," I managed to say. I was so scared I could barely talk. "I'm also part vampire."

"Interesting…" the man said looking me over. "My name is Stephan, and this is my mate Katrina," he gestured to the woman. "And this is the rest of my coven Bailey and Dylan."

"And you are?" Katrina asked.

"Piper," I squeaked. "Piper Black."

"You're a Black?" Dylan asked in a calm, smooth voice.

"Yes," I whispered. How did they know my last name? Did they know Dad? Or Grandpa Billy maybe?

Bailey suddenly hissed and tried to snap at me. I backed away just as Dylan grabbed Bailey around the waist to hold her back. As Bailey continued to hiss at me, Dylan tried to calm her down by speaking to her softly. Then Dylan looked right at me with his… gold eyes? Did Dylan really have gold eyes while the rest of his coven had red?

"The black family is not well liked around her miss," Stephan explained, a warning tone in his voice.

"The Blacks are wolves," Bailey hissed at me. "You are no wolf."

"My mother's side of the family is vampires," I said, staring to back away slowly. I figured at the right minute I could make a run for it. I didn't know what this coven had against my family, but I figured it would be best to get away from these vampires.

"What coven does your mother belong to?" Stephan asked suspiciously.

"The Cullen family," I said sternly. "They are a family, not a coven." My family didn't like to believe that they were a coven. They didn't have a leader, they had a father. They were linked in blood and venom and in love. Covens weren't like that.

This time Bailey and Katrina hissed at me.

"Well, well, well," Stephan said inching towards me. "It looks as though you are just in the wrong place, at the right time." He smiled menacingly at me. "You see miss, we have a score to settle with your family… and what better way but to settle it with one of the family members right here, right now."

Stephan started walking towards me with his teeth baring, Bailey and Katrina close behind.

"Run!" Dylan yelled at me as he grabbed Bailey and threw her against Katrina causing them both to fall.

I didn't hesitate. I began to run as fast as I could, but someone caught me by the shoulders and pulled me down. My back was slammed to the ground with a thud.

"Sorry I can't allow Blacks or Cullen go free after what they did to my family. They all must be punished," Stephan said as he picked me up off of the ground and twisted my arm behind my back.

I yelped in pain. Just as he was about to sink his razor sharp teeth in my neck, something collided with Stephan's body. It was with such force that it knocked him away from me. I fell to the ground when Stephan was knocked away from me and pinned to the ground. I looked up from the ground to see Stephan tangling with a giant gray wolf. My guess was that it was actually a werewolf, because the beast was not the size of a regular wolf, more like the size of a big horse.

The wolf sunk its teeth into the vampire's shoulder and began to tear. Soon after Stephan's arm gave way. As he yelped in pain he swung at the wolf with his only good arm, hitting it in the ribs. There was a loud, angry roar from the wolf, and again it lunged at Stephan.

It was a close, horrifying fight, and I was getting more scared by the second. Each bite, tear, hit, howl or roar of pain made me flinch. I felt so helpless as the wolf took blows to the ribs or head, so I decided to help the only way I knew I could.

'Help! Help! 'I called in my mind. 'Somebody, anybody! Help please! HELP!'

I closed my eyes and pictured everyone at the bonfire, everyone in my family, even the Cullens back in Forks, sending my thoughts into everyone's head.

I opened my eyes to see the wolf with its jaws around the vampire's neck.

"You'll pay for this miss!" Stephan growled at me. "They will find you, and your family."

I gasped, feeling my heart pound even more wildly in my chest at his threat. Who were they?

The wolf growled angrily and then bit down completely, snapping Stephan's head off of his shoulders. I sighed in relief as I looked at the red-eyed vampires still body in front of me. I stood up then I looked at the wolf. That's when I realized that it was growling again but this time… at me. I started backing away slowly from the wolf. Then it sprang at me. I screamed and fell to the ground again, waiting for the weight of the wolf to cover me, but it never did.

I sat up slowly to look around. I turned to see the wolf fighting with yet another vampire.

A vampire with gold eyes.

Dylan. The one who had told me to run, the one who had stopped Bailey and Katrina from attacking me. The one who didn't feed from humans.

"Stop!" I yelled at the wolf who was trying to get a bite on Dylan's arm. "Stop! Stop it!"

I ran towards the wolf and Dylan. Dylan had backed away from the wolf, getting ready to spring. Using my semi-vampire speed I put myself between them.

"Stop it he's good!" I yelled at the wolf. It growled down at me. "He helped me! Please…" I said, my voice softening. "He's good," I whispered.

The wolf looked down at me, its angry eyes softened. The wolf then closed its eyes and ran away into the trees. I sighed and turned to Dylan.

"You didn't have to do that," he said. "I can take care of myself."

"No offense," I said quietly, "but that wolf tore Stephan apart. And he was bigger and stronger than you."

"I am stronger than Stephan ever wished to be, thank you very much," Dylan said in what I just then realized was a British accent. "I should be going," he said looking at his wrist watch.

"And whys that?" I asked.

"Your wolf friend is on his way back," Dylan said starting to walk.

"Oh," I said as I watched him walk farther from me. "Why did you do it?" I called to him.

"Excuse me?" he asked turning back to me.

"Why did you do it?" I repeated. "Why did you tell me to run? Why did you save me?"

"I'm not quite sure why that coven thought they had to settle their score with your family by killing you. You did nothing. In my opinion, your family didn't do anything. But that was their prerogative," he said.

"What happened between them and my family?" I asked. None of this made any sense.

"I don't think its place to tell you any of that," he said adjusting the cuff on his jacket. "I don't know that much anyway."

"So you can't tell me anything?" I asked.

He ran his hand through his dark brown, curly hair. "No I can, but I won't. Ask your family."

"Okay," I said. "Well thank you Dylan."

"Don't mention it," he said turning again. "Oh by the way, when your family gets here tell your mom that if Sara finds her way around Forks that I am looking for her."

"Who's Sara?" I asked. "How does my mom know her, or you?"

"My sister," he said. "And she should explain everything."

"Ok…" I said confused.

"And tell Michelle I said hello," he said quietly. Michelle? How did he know my five year old sister?

"Your family is almost here, along with the wolf pack," he said. "That gift of yours is quite interesting." And with that he was gone.

I sat down on the exact same place that I was when Dylan left, and tried to take everything in. Nothing Dylan said made any sense. Who would have ever thought that on my trip to Forks that this would happen…

Well everybody.

"Hey," a soft voice said from behind me.

I whirled around to see a tall, tan, strong looking boy standing behind me in cut off shorts and no shirt.

"Hey…" I stammered.

"Are you alright?" he asked me holding out his hand to help me up.

I grabbed his hand and gasped. I had suddenly felt a sudden rush of electricity running from his warm hand to my cool one.

"I'm Seth," he said smiling at me once he had helped me up.

"Gray wolf," I said nodding.

"What?" he laughed.

I looked down at our hands still glued together. I slowly pulled my hand out of his. I suddenly felt empty inside…my hand felt cold, and all I wanted to do was grab Seth's hand again. It was like my hand belonged in his.

"You were the gray wolf that just saved me from that," I said pointing at Stephan's mangled body, "right?"

"Oh yeah right," he said frowning. "Excuse me for a minute."

I nodded.

Seth turned toward the body and pulled something out of his pocket. He lit the silver lighter and bent down to set the body on fire. Once Stephan was completely engulfed with flames Seth turned back to me smiling.

"So I never caught your name," he said.

"Piper," I said quietly. My hand was still tingling from Seth's touch. It troubled me. That and the fact that he couldn't keep his eyes (beautiful brown eyes I might add) off of me, or mine off of him.

"Piper," he whispered a smile in his voice. "You look really familiar."

I opened my mouth to speak when I heard about a million voices yelling my name.