I pulled up to Mike's father's store. Mike eagerly stood outside my car, waiting for me to get out. I gave him a smile and his lips stretched in a smile so wide, I swear I was surprised he didn't crack his face.

"You came!" he shouted excitedly. He walked over to Tyler's new van, a slight bounce in his step. "We're car pooling, do you mind?"

Angela smiled when she saw me. Jessica leaned over her and smiled wider. It was clear that it was fake, "We're very Eco friendly."

"You can have shot gun!" Mike shouted happily. "We're a little crowded..."

"What if I just take my car?" I suggested. "I'll take the girls."

Mike frowned. "We were going to...drive together." he whispered sadly.

I almost took it back, it looked like he was about to cry. He was crushed. "It's okay." I lightly patted him on the shoulder, trying to transfer some sort of comfort. "We'll meet you there. Come, Jess, Ang. You guys do want to come, don't you?"

Angela nodded politely, although I could tell she was relieved to not be crowded in the car. Jessica seemed a little regretful that she could not stay with Mike. I almost told her she could stay, but she got out and started to walk towards the car.

Angela sat in the front, Jessica offering it to her.

Jessica looked away from the window, staring at the beautiful green wonderland. "You don't like...Mike, do you, Bella?"

I stared at her in the rear view mirror, driving fast, wanting to get to the beach quick. "No, of course not!"

She laughed, at herself. "Of course not. You like Alice Cullen."

I almost stepped on the breaks. "What?" I demanded, blood rushed to my cheeks, inflaming my pale skin, making me look like a fire truck.

"Well." Jessica started, as if she were explaining it to a child.

"I told you, Jess." Angela scolded. She looked at me and continued to explain, "People thought you liked Alice by how strongly you reacted when Lauren was being mean to her."

I glared at the road. "People are cruel." I said harshly. "She does not know Alice, yet she judges her. She did nothing to her! So what? Her brother wouldn't date Lauren, and now Lauren hates Alice. Alice can't make her brother do anything!"

"See?" Jessica said excitedly, "Like that!"

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. "She reminds me of my younger sister. I loved her dearly."

"Loved?" Angela asked hesitantly.

"She died...in a fire." I explained hoarsely.

Jessica looked away awkwardly, deciding to change the subject, "But people also think you like Edward." she giggled. "'Specially since Amy walked out of the main office to see Edward carrying you romantically."

I sighed, but blushed nonetheless, "I get nauseous around blood."

I parked in the lot and stepped out of the car, the sun beating down lightly, making me depressed, yet happy, once again being reminded of Mary. I slipped and someone pulled me up by the arm. I looked up into deep dark eyes. I grinned. "Hello, Sam."

He steadied me, "Bella." he looked around and Jessica and Angela, "Hey."

Jessica shared a smile with Angela. "Hi." they chorused.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned. "Where is Emily?" I quickly scanned the beach, looking for the beautiful scarred up woman.

"She decided to stay home." he answered. "I'm here with some friends."

I smiled. "Sounds like fun. I hope you enjoy yourself."

"You too!" he called as Jessica giggled and linked arms with me, pulling me away.

"Who was that?" Jessica asked breathlessly while looking backwards. "He isn't yours is he?"

Angela rolled her eyes. "He isn't property, Jess."

I chuckled and flushed. "No he is not mine. He is Emily's." I sat on a log, where Mike was trying lighting a fire. "I met him the other day. They are quite a sweet couple."

A boy sat next to me. His hair was long, the color of coal, but had the texture of silk. His skin was dark, and I automatically knew that his smile would be like Sam's. Very white. "Tell that to Leah." he grumbled.

"What?" I asked. Who was this Leah?

He shook his head, and smiled a stunning white smile. "Nothing." he stuck out his hand, "I'm Jacob. You can call me Jake though."

"Isabella." I answered. "But, please, call me Bella."

He smiled. "You got it."

"Hey, Bella!" Mike shouted, although he was not even a foot away from me. He blushed guiltily as I winced at how loud his voice was. "Have you ever seen a driftwood fire?"

I shook my head. "No."

"You'll love this." he sat on the other side of me and urged me to watch. The fire slowly licked at the wood. It touched the salt and crackled, leaving the flames blue.

"Wow." I said, mesmerized. "It's beautiful." I was in a trance, I could not control my body as my hand slowly drifted towards the fire. My fingers barely grazed it as Jake pulled me back.

"Bella!" he shouted as he studied my fingers to make sure they were okay. "What were you thinking?"

I felt the blood color my cheeks. I had pyrokinesis. I could start fires with my mind. I got it from my grandmother. But, I was also a bit of a pyromaniac. It was not my fault, of course! It came with the power! That is how my grandmother and Mary also reacted around fire.

"Who is Leah?" I asked, changing the subject. Fire did not affect me, it did nothing, but nonetheless, he brushed my fingers gently.

"She's my girlfriend." he smiled fondly. "She's great!" his smile suddenly turned sad, "She used to go out with Sam. . .until he dumped her for her cousin Emily."

"Oh." I mumbled. That was sad.

He grinned again, obviously one not to dwell on the negative.

Lauren sat across from us, listening to music with Tyler. She looked up and grinned slyly. "So, Bella. I hear you have quite an infatuation with a certain Cullen...or two." she smirked. "Why did you not invite them?"

Sam turned around, his head whipping so fast, it was surprising he had not gotten whiplash. "The Cullens don't come here." he growled.

I raised an eyebrow at his hostility. Lauren shrunk back into Tyler.

Jake rolled his eyes. "Ignore him."

Sam growled louder at Jake and almost started shaking. He turned around and ran angrily away, his friends following him.

"What does he mean?" I asked Jake.

"Nothing." Jake shook his head. "Don't worry about it."

I shrugged, pretending to drop it. "Would you like to go for a walk?"

He nodded. "Yeah, okay." he pulled me up and we started to walk along the beach towards a tree.

"So, how old are you, anyway?" he asked me.

I smiled. "Older than you think."

"I can see that." he retorted while shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Seventeen." I lied. I was much older than him, physically and mentally.

"Cool, cool. I'm fifteen." he seemed proud.

"I would have guessed older." I said as he stood even prouder.

"I'm tall for my age." He was taller than me.

We arrived at a driftwood tree. It's roots curved upward, as if the legs of a spider. I sat on the roots and he sat next to me.

"So," I pushed. "What did that older boy mean when he said the Cullens don't come here? It almost sounded if they're not...allowed."

He sighed. "I thought you forgot about that." I shook my head. "I'm not supposed to tell you." he shrugged. "But what harm could it do? It's nothing but a scary story my older sisters used to tell me to freak me out."

I nodded encouragingly.

"So, the Quileute people, we're...supposedly children of the moon." he rolled his eyes. "When the moon is full, you'll hear a wolf howl. Only the children of the moon though can understand the message. 'Come to me my brothers', it howls. The men all gather in a forest, where their limbs twist and break. Their ears shift and their faces grow. They turn into...wolves."

I snickered for his benefit. "Wolves. Very Hollywood."

He nodded. "I know. But, on the very night, there is a reason why the wolf howled. A race of super beings. Super beings who were eerily beautiful, chillingly fearful, and had a thirst for blood." I shivered, once again for his benefit. He seemed satisfied. "They're called the Cold Ones. The children of the moon, or wolves, have to band together and fight these blood raving beasts."

"What does this have to do with the Cullens?" I asked.

"Well you see, I am supposedly a descendant from a child of the moon. My great grandfather was the leader of the pack of wolves, but back then there was only three. They shifted to their, ahem, 'spirit animals'." he snorted a laugh. "And met a group of cold ones. There were five of them. They were feasting on the blood of an animal when my great grandfather met them. The wolves were ready to attack, but the leader of the bloodsuckers told them that they would not harm a human. They drink animal blood, they weren't dangerous. So, my great grandfather made a treaty with them, if the cold ones did not step on our land or make another of their kind, then we would not kill them.

"These things...we call them by many names, the most common, cold ones or blood drinkers." he smiled. "Your people call them vampires."

I stared at him, putting two and two together.

"The pack that made the treaty with my ancestor were vampires. Their last name, Cullen. And they're back."

I shuddered, this time, because of my own human emotions.

He laughed. "You have goosebumps! Calm down, Bella, it's just a story."

I rubbed my arms and smiled hesitantly. "That you for telling me the story, Jacob."

Jake grinned. "No problem!"

I studied the clouds, seeing how they were gray and gloomy. A rain drop splattered to the ground. I looked over to the beach to see Mike walking over to us, looking disappointed.

"Looks like your boyfriend is coming over." He nudged his chin towards Mike.

"Hey, Bella." he greeted. "Who's the tike?"

Jake rolled his eyes. "I'll see you later, Bella."

I nodded, rubbing my arms. "Yeah, I'd love to meet Leah, by the way!"

He smiled and nodded, walking away.

~Massachusetts. January, 1663.~

~~Victoria's POV~~

He growled and attacked. He landed atop of me and bit every visible inch of skin. I pushed him off of me and grasped his neck with my teeth, ripping a chunk off of it. He pulled away and bit her hand, trying to rip it off.

I flew across the clearing, my eyes big and bright. "James, you fool! You should not dare to duel with me. I have years on you. I have more blood on you!"

He hissed and backed away, looking for the beautiful, alluring human. She was not there. He yelled, not hearing the approaching foot steps of the horses.

I gasped as the humans riding the horses rode into the clearing. A man opened his mouth and belted, "Witch!"

In mere seconds humans were surrounding us, carrying torches to be able to see in the night. "Witch!" they screamed again.

I should run. I looked back at James to see him looking for Mary Brandon, searching desperately, wanting her blood. The humans walked towards us, carrying matches and a new stake to burn us on. The fire will kill us.

I sped towards James, grasping his hand and pulling him with me. I hissed and bared my teeth at the mortals, sending fear. I grabbed a nearby human by the neck and bit into his flesh, sucking on the blood and letting the body drop, to show I was not to be tampered with.

James, practically a child compared to I, raved at the sight of the blood. He threw me aside and attacked the bleeding body. The mortals gasped and scuttled backwards, not wanting to be next.

"W-Witch!" Another woman dared to shout. "Burn them! Hang them!"

I growled in frustration, yanking James up and tossing him over my shoulder. I ran. I ran and did not look back at the fearful humans.

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