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-Storm Clouds

IMPORTANT: This story takes place after the events of Breaking Dawn, and the wolves and all the Cullens get along really well. Since Nessie is Jake's imprintee, there's no longer the whole territory issue. The Cullen family is welcome on the Quileute Reservation, and the wolves are welcome on Cullen territory.

The first night for Aria was hard. Like at home, she lay awake for hours sleeping in small periods, always waking up from horrible nightmares. The last time she woke up screaming, it was ten in the morning. Luckily, she'd discovered her aunt was a heavy sleeper, she didn't wake up once. Seeing it was ten, she just slid from her bed instead of bothering to lay there, and went into the bathroom. After doing her business, she docked her iPhone on portable speakers, playing her music as she showered.

Once out of the shower, she quickly blow dried her long, auburn hair, before throwing it up in a messy bun with a braid in the back. She then pulled on black leggings and a tan, loose, long sleeved, long sweater, and tan Ugg boots on her feet. The fact that she was dressing like it was winter in the summer seemed so weird, but she was cold so much lately anyways. Grabbing her phone and earphones, she put her wallet, journal, sketchbook, and camera in her purse, and headed downstairs, looping a pink scarf around her neck as she went.

She found a note on the table from Karen saying she went to work and didn't want to wake her up, and that she'd be home around eight, and she'd bring dinner. She also said that she could take the car in the garage, and she'd left the keys on the table with the note. She grabbed the car keys, which also had a house key attached, and headed to the garage, locking up the house.

Once she'd found a good radio station in the car, she backed out of the driveway, and cautiously made her way into town. It was so different than home, she saw people stopping and saying hi, everyone seemed to know everyone else. In the city, people would rather plow you over, than stop and converse. The first place she stopped was a coffee shop, pulling into the lot as soon as she saw the word coffee. Since she slept so little, caffeine was her best friend.

Inside the shop it was calm and cozy, a far cry from the busy, loud Starbucks that she frequented at home.

"Hi, can I help you?" A bright, cheerful girl that had to be around her age asked.

"Yea, large coffee, black," Aria said, not bothering with food. She didn't eat much nowadays. "Hey, are there any beaches close by?" She asked, desperate. She loved the beach, the waves were calming.

"Yea, about fifteen minutes away on the Quileute Reservation!" The girl said brightly as she handed Aria the coffee, taking the dollar fifty in exchange. Aria scribbled down the directions the barista gave her on a napkin and thanked her, hurrying back out to the car.

It was easy enough, the directions were straightforward and the route was simple. It took her only ten minutes before she was parking the car in the almost empty lot. She grabbed her purse and coffee and got out of the car, locking it with the remote before shoving the keys into her purse, and heading towards the ocean. It was quiet here, but the calming sound of the waves made it bearable. She sank to the dry sand about twenty feet away from the shore. It was overcast, not a ray of sun in sight, but it wasn't raining.

The beach, with the soothing sound of the waves, was the only place where memories didn't attack her. It was just her and the sound of the waves, well, plus the sound of a group of people throwing a ball around and having a picnic about a hundred feet away or more.

She was staring out at the ocean, the waves crashing to shore, when inside of her bag, the phone rang. She pulled it out and sighed, the caller ID telling her it was her father.

"Hello," She said, reluctantly answering it.

"Cherie," He said, the only one who refused to call her by the name she preferred. "You were supposed to call when you landed."

"I forgot. Sorry." She said.

"You'll understand one day, why I had to send you there. You've changed...this isn't like the daughter I knew before."

She rolled her eyes, she'd heard this so many times over the past week. "No, I don't think I will. But keep telling yourself that, dad. Whatever. I don't care anymore."

"Young lady, I don't like your tone! You're sixteen years old, I'm the parent here!"

"I'll be seventeen in two weeks." She said, before sighing, not wanting to argue anymore, not now in her happy place. "I have to go, Aunt Karen's calling, by." She muttered, hanging up, shutting the sound off, and shoving it back in her purse, before pulling out her journal.

Even away from home, I can't escape the nightmares, not that for one second I imagined I could. They follow me everywhere, asleep or not, a constant reminder; as if I could ever even forget.

I close my eyes at night and I'm brought back to either of those nights. If I'm not focusing on something else, I'm brought back. It's always there, waiting to remind me, never letting me have a break.

"HEADS UP!"

The scream pulled Aria out of her writing, and she looked up, just in time to see a football before it hit her in the head, knocking her back into the ground.

She thought the cartoons seeing stars was just that, a cartoon, but she felt safe in saying she actually did see stars.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," A guy was saying, "Jake, Goddamn It, you were supposed to catch it!"

"Nessie wanted his attention," Another guy's voice said in a mocking tone. "You know what's more important, Paul!"

"Are you ok, hon?" Another voice said, this time a gentle woman's voice.

"I think so," Aria said, as her sight came back, her head cleared. She felt a gentle hand on her arm helping her as she slowly sat up, and when she felt fine, and opened her eyes, more people than she was comfortable with were crowded around her, not to mention all of the tan obviously local boys were humongous.

"Don't crowd her," The woman who'd helped her up said, shooing the others back. "I'm Emily, hon, are you ok?"

"Y-yea," Aria muttered, "I'm fine, it just...wow, you can throw," She muttered, rubbing her head and wincing.

"I'm so sorry," The closest huge, muscular, tan, shirtless guy said, and this time, Aria looked up at him.

"It's fine, I've survived worse," She said, about to say something else when her eyes locked with those of the guy who'd thrown the ball that had hit her. It was like he was no longer paying attention, he was somewhere else, a faraway look in his eyes. He'd been crouched down, talking to her, but all of a sudden, it was like his feet gave out, and he dropped to his knees.

Unsure of what the heck was happening, blushing, she looked away. "Maybe you should go to the hospital, make sure you don't have a concussion," Emily said quickly, glancing from the one acting strange, to the tallest one of them all, standing near them.

"No, I'm fine, really. It doesn't even hurt, I'm ok."

"What's going on?" A musical female voice said, and they all turned to see a couple approaching.

Aria's body froze at the sight of the two beautiful looking people that approached. They couldn't be the same people, or whatever they were, that had been there that night, but they had to be like them...they were so pale and stunningly beautiful they almost resembled them, only the man and woman here looked nicer and less scary.

"Well Bella, Paul threw a football to Jacob, but his attention was elsewhere, and it hit this girl," One of the many large tan guys said.

"I have to go," Aria said before she knew it, pulling herself up. "Thank you for your help," She said quickly, snatching her bag, and hurrying away.

"Wait," A voice said, a hand on her arm, and she whipped around in fear, only to see the strange tan guy that had hit her with the football. "I'm sorry," He said again, "About hitting you."

"It's fine," She shrugged, "No harm done."

"I'm Paul," He said, friendly, though he looked at her in a way she couldn't put her finger on.

"Aria," She said back, even though she didn't think it best, she couldn't stop herself. "But really," She said, glancing over at the woman they called Bella and the guy with her, "I have to go." She said, turning and practically running to the car.

She immediately turned the radio on, the volume high, focusing on whatever song was playing, anything to stop the onslaught of memories threatening to invade. All she could see was the two people that had resembled the two on the beach in that they were paler than she'd ever seen, and breathtakingly beautiful, with their bright red, murderous eyes as they mutilated her own sister and best friend in front of her very eyes.