I forgot to mention before , that all characters sadly belong to Stephanie…I do not own them, I just like to play with them. Sorry this ones a little shorter.

Bella POV

"Bella…Bells. Come on wake up." I shot up quickly to someone shaking me, coming face to face with Jake.

"I'm up, I'm up…what's the matter. Jake you look like you've seen a ghost." And he did. He was pale white. Well as pale as he can get. His eyes written in worry.

"You ok Bells, you were screaming…kept saying, please don't do this to me."

Shit. How am I going to get out of this one.

"Yeah Jake. I'm alright. Guess I was watched one to many scary movies. Wait, what are you doing here?"

"We're having a bonfire out on the cliffs tonight, and everyone sent me over to see if you'll come out." He must have noticed the look on my face.

"You sure your alright Bells? You know I'm here if you need to talk right?"

"Yeah I'm fine." And I planted what I hoped was a believable smile on my face.

"Well are you coming to the cliffs?"

"Can you run up to my room an grab one of my hoodies please? It gets kind of cold out there." He turned around and made his way for the stairs. I was kind of hoping to get him a little distracted in order to pull myself together. A couple minutes later he came barreling down the stairs carrying my black sweatshirt and we walked out the door.

When we made it to the cliffs it was twilight. The best time to be up here. The sun setting behind the water, gave a sense of serenity that you cant get anywhere else. Lord knows I've tried looking for it.

I made my way to the edge, and looked down to the water crashing on the rocks. Peace.

Looking at this, it gets me thinking of that song. That song that I've been singing now for the last few years whenever I thought about these cliffs, and without realizing it start singing it quietly.

Well, it's not far down to paradise

At least its not for me

And if the wind is right

You can sai away, and find tranquility

Oh, the canvas can do miracles

Just you wait and see

Believe me

It's not far to never-never land

No reason to pretend

And if the wind is right

You can find the joy of innocence again

Oh' the canvas can do miracles

Just you wait and see

Believe me

"Where'd you learn that?" I heard from behind me.

"It's a song by Christopher Cross, called Sailing. When ever I hear it I think of this place."

"Why this place?" Paul said sitting down next to me.

"I don't know really. Whenever I think I'm not going to make it through the day, I think of this." Waving my hand around.

"I don't think you can get closer to heaven than this. The wind blowing, the sound of the birds in the distance, the waves crashing on the rocks. The colors of the sunset. It doesn't get much better for me. And when I close my eyes and take it all in all I feel is serenity."

"That's pretty deep Ms. Swan."

I looked at him then and noticed he was watching me closely. Reading me. And for the first time, I didn't panic.

"Yeah, well what I've been through, and with what I've seen, a little piece of this feels like heaven. There's no worries here. You can just 'be'.

"You know you can talk to me if you want, about anything you want. I wont judge you."

"Thanks. Maybe I'll take you up on that sometime. But right now I really want a couple of roasted marshmallows. Its been a long time since I've had one."

I couldn't understand why I felt so comfortable with him. I wanted to tell him things. But my own fear and self-loathing won. I put my hand in his hand that he offered, and he pulled me up to stand. A warmth I've never felt before spread through me from the simple contact.

He led me to where everyone was sitting, and I sat down on the peace of dried up driftwood next to him. Uncle Billy and my dad, where sitting next to each other, and everyone turned to them and waited for them to begin talking.

This was one of my favorite things growing up. Listening to the elders tell the old tribal tales.

" It is told that the Quileutes, have magic in there blood. Many, many years ago, Ephriam came across a group of abnormal beings. They had skin as pale as snow, they never aged, and there beauty outshone above everyone. They are called the cold ones. Many feed off the blood of humans. But a few…. The golden-eyed ones vowed to only feed from the blood of animals. The Quileutes created a treaty with these cold ones. If they promised to only feed off animal blood and stay off of our lands than we would live at peace."

I continued to listen to my Uncle tell the old tribal tales. I was always amazed at the way he told the stories.

"Bella." My uncle said.

"We need to tell you some things."

"Go ahead Uncle Billy."

"We need you to stay calm, and listen to everything we say."

"O.K."

"The reason we brought you here tonight was not only to retell the legends. We also brought you here to tell you, that these legends are all true. Cold ones exist. Shape shifters exist. And they exist around us tonight."

I quickly looked around to all the overgrown men, I slowly opened my mouth to say the only thing I could.

"I know."

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Song was Sailing by Christopher Cross