AN- Twilight and the characters are owned by Stephanie Meyer, I don't own anything.
I sunk lower into the trucks seat looking out at all the trees unhappy with my lot. I was moving back to the place I was born and I was not happy about it. My dad had after all these years had decided to return to his home town. He was going to be police chief. I was glad that he was leaving the LAPD and becoming the chief of police in a small town. He would be a lot safer. Couldn't it have been somewhere warm though? I didn't get why all of a sudden he had decided it was time to go back. I didn't even remember the place. He had moved to L A before I was six years old. The only time we had been back since then was when Grandma Marie died. Even then we only stayed for a day. That was five years ago. So why couldn't it be somewhere else. God I was going to hate it.
Don't get me wrong. It was only the weather and small town life that I wasn't looking forward to. I wasn't going to miss my friends or 'shudder' the shopping. I had no friends and hated shopping. It also didn't have anything to do with having to change schools. Starting a new school wasn't going to be fun though. I had just managed to get to the point where I was a part of the scenery in my last school. I was the person in the background that no one would remember so was free of the hassle at school. It wasn't easy either. People didn't naturally like me. In high school if there was something different about you, there was always a target on your back. There was something very different about me and people noticed. There was something very wrong with me. I knew it and everyone at school had known it. It wasn't because I was gay either, although that had been the start, what it was I couldn't quite work out. I had done research on the internet and in the library. Nothing, and I mean nothing, scientific or medical would explain the things that were happening to me.
I was a normal little girl once. I had a father who worshipped the ground I walked on. I had friends at school, I went to sleep overs and party's and did all the things a normal little girl does. Then things changed when I was twelve. It was my own fault to start with. I told my best friend that I was gay. To cut a long story short she didn't like it. I soon became public enemy number one at school. All my friends stopped talking to me. I began to get abused verbally and physically. I won't go into it because you know what people do to the freaks. For a while my grades suffered and my behaviour at both home and school suffered. Dad and my teachers noticed and there where many parent teacher conferences and counselling sessions. I soon realised that my behaviour was drawing unwanted attention to me. I began to work harder and tried to blend into the background. This worked with my dad and teachers. The other kids though were not fooled. The bullying continued. Then my periods started.
I was in class at the time. Ironically it was biology and even more ironically we were studying the human reproductive system. I had been feeling a little odd for a few days and what with stomach pains I was pretty sure what was coming. I was sitting there concentrating on the teacher when I smelt it. It was a warm rich and delicious smelling substance. If you imagine the reaction baking bread can elicit in people then you will understand my reaction a little, this though was a thousand times better. My head lifted and I sniffed trying to locate this delicious substance. I glanced around as strange tasting saliva pooled in my mouth. I was zeroing in on the smell when I realised it was coming from me, from between my legs. I swallowed down the saliva and it burnt my throat. This pulled me out of my stupor and the smell disappeared instantly. I instantly knew what was happening and could feel the slight dampness between my legs. I stood and bolted from the classroom, my cheeks flaming red. The teacher Miss Gibbons was very sympathetic when she caught up with me in the girl's bathroom. She took me to the school nurse her arm around my shoulders whispering consoling words. My father was called to come and get me and while we waited the school nurse gave me the usual lecture, pamphlets and demonstrations. The bright spot of the whole situation was my dad's reaction. I love him to bits but his embarrassed stuttering and foot shifting was just so funny. Fortunately he had the sense not to talk to me about it and got his partner Shannon to come over that evening and have a long talk with me. She was nice and always had my dad's back. Unfortunately she disappeared six months later. She left her house one night and no one saw her again. Her car was found at a motel in the adjacent county, right out in the middle of nowhere. Her gun and badge on the bedside cabinet in the room she rented. No signs of a struggle in the room other than a seriously torn up bed. They never found her body. They think the serial killer that her and my dad was searching for got her. Dad was devastated. He still has a copy the file and goes through it in the evenings trying to see what he has missed. My last abiding memory of her, is her comforting me after a nightmare right before she left.
After that incident the bullying only got worse. As much as I tried to keep my head down they kept finding me and giving me all sorts of abuse. I tried hiding around the school in different places at lunch and during breaks. Unfortunately they always found me. This is when the next strange incident occurred. I was hiding one lunch time in one of the lesser used bathrooms when the door opened. In walked Simone George, Jackie Dent and their boyfriends. They were all fourteen and would be going to High School at the end of the year. They were famous around the school for being sexually active with their boyfriends and probably others to.
"Oh look it's the dirty little dyke." Simone said. I stood and tried to move past her. She just moved in front of me. I backed off and stood with my head down waiting for the beating or verbal abuse to start.
"You know I think that the boys here could teach her what it's all about. I mean she probably just needs to experience it from a real man." Simone declared. Hang on I thought, I hope she isn't suggesting what I think she's suggesting. "What do you think guys." they all giggled.
"I don't know Simone she is only twelve. Do you think she could handle a real man?" Jackie smirked. The boys just had big shit eating grins on their faces. I was really scared now and began to shake.
"The only way to find out is to give it a go. What do you think Bella? Which one of the two boys do you think it should be?" She walked towards me and grabbed my arm and dragged me to the centre of the room. It was then I flipped out. I tried to yank my arm away from Simone. Simone screamed in surprise as she flew across the room colliding with Jackie. She didn't stop there though. Both she and Jackie continued, slamming into the sinks and smashing their heads into the mirrors shattering them. I am sure I heard the crack of breaking bones. I stood in shock looking at the two girls now slumped on the floor unconscious bleeding from cuts on their heads. The blood smelt delicious and the saliva pooled in my mouth. I swallowed and it burnt my throat as it slid down.
"What the fuck did you do you little freak." I heard from my side. The two boys were standing there looking at me in rage. Crap they are between me and the doors. "We were only playing around before but you are really going to get it now you freak" I moved trying to dart between them and out the door. The room became a blur briefly, I felt something brush both my shoulders and I was suddenly out the door. There were two loud thuds from in the bathroom. I didn't check though. I moved on to my next class keeping my head down.
Later that day I was called to the principal's office. Waiting for me was Dad, two uniformed policeman and the principle. Apparently the unconscious forms of my attackers had been found not long after I left. When they had awoken in the hospital they claimed that they were attacked but they didn't know who it was. I smirked at this because they were obviously too proud to say I had done it to them. I was seen exiting the bathroom just before they were found. I just claimed they had entered as I was exiting. The policeman and principle didn't believe it because no one else had been seen entering or exiting the bathroom. Also I had come out in such a rush. I told them that they were fine when I left and that I was late for class. The interview ended when I was accused of attacking them. My dad got angry and bellowed something about me being alone and too small and one against four He grabbed my hand told them that we would not talk to anyone else without a lawyer before dragging me from the room.. After that the physical abuse stopped. Word got round the school that I had beaten up Simone and her friends. Unfortunately people just got more verbally abusive and suspicious of me. The few kids that still spoke to me on occasion stopped and I became isolated from the rest of the student body.
Apart for becoming extremely clumsy, maybe clumsy is an understatement. I could trip over thin air or I would reach for something and end up knocking with my hand across the room. It was if my hands and feet moved quicker than my brain or eyes could adjust to. Still I digress. Other than the clumsiness I didn't have any more really strange incidents until I started high school. The first major High school incident was during gym. We were playing softball when my clumsiness struck. I was batting and for the first time in my life I managed to hit the ball. It was really weird it was as if the ball was flying at me in slow motion. I swung as hard as I could and the bat hit the ball with such force it sounded like a bomb going off. This caused two reactions all the kids ducked or dived to the floor. Most of the school where transported in from gang territory and used to drive by shootings and stuff. So they didn't see what happened to the ball. I watched as it disappeared into the distance shocked. Unfortunately the surprise of hitting the ball had caused me to release the bat. Unnoticed by me it flew at great speed through the air hitting the gym teacher knocking him unconscious and fracturing his skull. He was in a coma for three months and never returned to the school or teaching. After that I was permanently excused from gym. It was after all not the first time my clumsiness had injured someone in gym; it was the most serious though and caused a major investigation. Most of the students complained about the weird things that happened around me. Plus they didn't like the idea of the 'dyke' looking at them while they changed and showered. I thought I was being subtle about that too. I am a hormonally driven teen who likes girls after all. In the same situation I am sure they would have looked to. Still I only had to report my presence to the gym teacher and where I was going and I would get a pass in the classes I spent most of my gym classes after that in the library doing homework or studying.
My life at home was happier as well, the serial killer had stopped and my dad was home a lot more. He did spend a lot of time looking at files from the case, trying to work out what had happened to Shannon. Nothing ever broke though. Like a few of the other victims she just disappeared. I have to say I missed her too. She was the only sort of mother I had known. I still dreamed about her at times. I suppose that was understandable as she spent a lot of time at our house. She was there every birthday, thanksgiving, Christmas and top of those special occasions she spent three nights a week at ours if not more. For a long time I thought that something was developing between her and my dad, but she disappeared before it got serious. I am sure they liked, maybe even loved each other. I still at times would have my attention caught by someone thinking it was her. A flash of red hair, or someone with her build in a crowd or her unique scent would draw my attention and I would turn in its direction to find no one there. On a few occasions late at night I would catch a figure, out of the corner of my standing across the street. It was always someone of her build and height. When I turned to look though the figure would be gone. I have always intended to mention this to dad but next day some strange occurrence would happen and I would go into research mode and forget. After a while I came to the conclusion it was either my imagination or that her spirit is constantly watching over us.
At school, after a lot of effort on my part, people began to ignore me all together even the teachers. At points they jumped in surprise when I spoke to them. On a few occasions I was even accused of skipping, even though I had been in every class and had the work to prove it. The school at the time had some new-fangled electronic attendance system they were trialling. You had a school id card that you would have to scan upon entering the class. This recorded your location and the time. Some kids would scan and leave, disappearing to god knows where. If I had friends, I don't think they would have believed me. As I didn't have any friends they accepted the work and pop quiz on American history as evidence of my attendance the first time. Still they must have had some suspicions left, as I had to get a slip signed in each class to prove my attendance after the second occasion. This lasted for three months. The very first day after that finished my dad got a call saying I wasn't at school. He immediately dropped everything came to the school and dragged the principle to my current lesson to prove my attendance. They still argued saying they checked themselves and I hadn't been in the previous lesson. I was called out and had to go to my locker and show them my work. I was also able to repeat to them everything my teacher had told us word for word. (Another little ability I had gained as I got older. I had got eidetic memory anything said to me or that I read or saw was there in every detail stored away in my brain. In fact I could sometimes zone out in class and still be able to tell you what happened. This impressed my Dad no end who said I would make a great cop. He even began to bring home pamphlets for the police and FBI and leave them on my desk.) Anyway my father threatened to report them for incompetence until they backed down. Eventually at the end of the semester they removed the system saying it was unreliable. I think the teachers still kept saying I wasn't there but my grades where perfect and homework was always handed in. Still it was strange; it was if I wasn't even there to everyone but my father. It was a lonely situation to be in, but it suited me as I was now being left alone.
The only things that bothered me during this period were my reaction to blood, my skin colour and the dreams. Before when I was little I always hated blood. It smelt of iron and rust and made me throw up or faint. Since my periods had started it had become extremely attractive; it smelt so nice. Whenever I smelt it my mouth watered with strange tasting saliva that burned my throat when I swallowed it. I could smell when girls were on their periods and if someone cut themselves I became entranced by the blood. I began to have my steaks raw and bloody and they tasted wonderful, this stopped for a while when I worked out the effect on my eyes. My eyes seemed to gain these really creepy red flecks whenever I had bloody steaks. This freaked me out and I stopped eating the steaks bloody. However, I soon went back to eating them when I almost attacked a bleeding classmate in chemistry. The smell of blood had been getting even more desirable as the days went by. Eventually this boy cut himself and I wanted to go and suck on his cut. I was actually half way to him when I realised what I was doing and bolted from the class to the bathrooms. I spat that strange tasting, saliva down the sink and looked in the mirror taking deep breaths to try and calm myself. I then noticed that where my eyes used to go red they were now completely black. I began have bloody steak again to ease the symptoms. I even began to smother them in blood gravy, made from real blood, purchased with my steaks at the butchers. As a little side note my dad noticed the red eyes and asked if I was on drugs. He searched my room, my school bag, me and only backed down after a pee test. So I took to wearing dark glasses and buying the steaks and blood from my lunch money. I would then eat them about twice a week before my dad got home. Funnily I never felt hungry at school and sometimes had to even start forcibly eating at dinners with my dad. Eventually my eyes became almost fully red only taking on their normal colour when I had blood gravy or bloody steaks. This was becoming more often and was beginning to make a large dent in our grocery bill as I could no longer afford to get it from my pocket money
My skin colour was a little weird and my dad said that it was probably my mother's genes kicking in or the clothes I had taken to wearing. (Very large hoodies baggy jeans and boots that where always dark coloured.) I stopped there because I had only mentioned the paleness of my skin. I had started wearing these because of the sparkling. Now this didn't happen often, only in sunny weather, (which in LA was almost all year round almost) even then only maybe once a month for a few days when I was on my period. I wore the cloths because glittery skin in the sun would get me noticed and I didn't want to get noticed. It became a fashion all of my own. All the other girls wore dresses skinny jeans and short skirts. In fact there was a lot of female skin on show at the school. If anyone had been paying attention to my presence they would have seen me staring and licking my lips. In the late spring and early summer it was like I was constantly turned on. There were some really pretty girls at my school. I didn't like them but they were sure good to look at. Again I digress. Anyway the reason I had asked my dad about my skin was because up until I was twelve I had really dark skin like my father. Apparently my mother was pale almost albino in appearance. He said that our skin colour was from our Quileute heritage. Somewhere in our family history someone had married a woman from the tribe. When I got a tan I became really dark, Arabic in appearance. My dad had the same skin colouring. Now though I didn't tan and my skin was very pale. I still spent as much time in the sun as possible when alone, but no tan. I didn't burn either no matter how hot it was or how long I was out there. Another odd thing that sort of links to this is that I stopped feeling temperature. No that's wrong maybe the better way to put it is that extreme temperatures didn't make me uncomfortable anymore. I could probably walk out naked at the South Pole and survive. Not that I would try this but you get my point.
The dreams were like old memories. I had them as a little girl and they came back with a vengeance. They were my most vivid dreams of my childhood. They always contained the same things. The upside down giant wolf. The pale man with glowing red eyes. The olive skinned boy who caught me when I fell. Blood and purple smoke. The upside down car. The most important thing though was the angel. The beautiful angel with golden eyes, short spiky black hair, alabaster skin and cold hands. She was always staring at me with loving concerned eyes. I thought I was dreaming of my mother at first but when I asked my dad he showed me a picture of their wedding and all of the family albums. There were a lot of them with [pictures spanning a hundred years maybe more, I love History and looking at pictures of the past and imagining the lives of the people in them. Anyway the angle wasn't my mother. They were nothing alike. My mother was in the dreams occasionally after that. Lying there covered in blood and dead. The angel was my protector and sometimes it was like she was calling to me without using my name. Calling me with all the love in her heart.
"Bella!" I started at the voice jumping out of reverie rather abruptly. "Have you even been listening to me?"
"Sorry Dad I was miles away." I a replied apologetically. "What were you saying?"
"I just got a call from the removal company. They are waiting at the house. We will be there in about twenty minutes. We will unload everything then this evening we will go to Billy's. He has invited us to dinner. We can finish unpacking tomorrow and Sunday. Then you have school on Monday."
"OK." I sullenly told him, not happy about going to the res to see Billy and especially Jake. Billy was an old friend of Dads. I really didn't understand the relationship at all but had to respect it. My Dad was an open caring man with very few prejudices. Billy however could be very bigoted. For example when I told my Dad that I was gay he just accepted it and said he still loved me. Now the last time Billy visited us he had brought his son, Jacob with him. Now over the years I had seen Jacob a lot. As a child we had been sort of friends and began to get along quite well. The last visit however had been the first in a couple of years and Jacob had changed, a lot. The friendly little boy had gone. Now he was almost as arrogant and bigoted as his father. I had to listen to countless speeches about how he was going to be chief and that he was going to be respected. Now I could ignore these speeches with ease. It was the flirting, sexual innuendoes and blatant out right passes he made, that was getting on my nerves. Finally I snapped when he grabbed my breast one day in the garden. I pushed me him away and stomped of into the house. He followed me into the house making comments like 'you know you want to' and 'I am quite the catch you know and you should be honoured'. Just as I walked into the room he asked me on a date. I turned in front of Billy and told him that I was gay and would never date him. The twenty minute lecture I got from Billy that it was unnatural, just a phase and the fact it was my responsibility to honour my Quileute heritage and marry a decent man. Preferably from the tribe and carry on the legacy and that Jake was perfect match. When he mentioned talking to my father about it when I was old enough. I stomped out of the room in exasperation. Later my father came and spoke to me and just said to ignore it. Although the tribe still practised arranged marriages, he said he would never agree and anyway Jake would likely forget his crush by then, or have a new one. Again my Dad startled me from my thoughts.
"He we go Bella. Forks!" I could hear the excitement and pride in his force. I looked out the window at the dreary little logging town around me. Then up at the overcast sky. Big thunder clouds were rolling in from the west and I knew it was going to rain. From warmth and sunshine nearly all year round to wet rainy and cold nearly all year round.
"Oh Joy" I dead panned. "Home at last." Then I pulled up my hoodie and slumped down even further in my seat. Forks was going to be boring. I could see by the lack of retail outlets that I knew the name of. Don't get me wrong I hate shopping but if there had been a couple of well-known stores there might have been a Starbucks or something for me to do. I hope there is a library or book shop nearby. I watched the scenery as we slowly moved through the streets and out the other side of town. We were going back to my childhood home. The house had been in the family for years. My dad had inherited it from his dad and he had from his dad and yada, yada, yada. You get the point. It was an inbred small town were family's had generations of heritage back to before Washington became a state, or in some cases Forks was a town. I read a lot so I actually know these dates and all the history, of both the town and some of the families to. I had even studied a map to see what was here and had also taken a virtual tour and around town on Google Earth. So with my eidetic memory I knew everything I never wanted to know about Forks Washington the place of my birth.
When we arrived at the house the movers were already unloading the truck and stacking the packing cases in the front yard. All that was remaining were the larger furniture items. Dad jumped out and opened the door for the men so they could bring everything into the house. I sauntered past them all shoulders slumping trying to convey my displeasure at having to be in Forks. I didn't bother to check out the downstairs and just moved of upstairs carefully. Stairs and I did not have a loving relationship, I was of the opinion that they were trying to kill me. Dad just laughed at me whenever I mentioned it, which was always just after I had had an accident on the stairs. I scowled at every step on the way up threateningly.
I checked out the two bedrooms upstairs trying to decide which I wanted. Dad was going to have the downstairs one because he felt that with work he might wake me when he was called in or returned home. Personally I think he was partly doing it for protection and partly because he didn't want me sneaking out at night to party or whatever normal teens did. I nearly went for the front bedroom because it was the biggest but the view out on to the road was rather boring. The bedroom at the back was smaller but for some reason had an on suite bathroom. This bemused me and I decide that I would ask Dad why later. I took a brief look around and walked over to the window. It looked over the back yard. The back yard was just as I remembered it small, mostly grass, surrounded by a wooden fence and very few flower beds. The whole right and side and back of the garden was bordered by the forest and the left had the side gate and was bordered by the only other house within about half a mile. The only thing that I was unsure of was the tree that was relatively close to the window. Hope there are no perv's or criminals around I thought. I would have to talk to dad about getting a lock and decent curtains. I turned and as two removal men entered and asked where I wanted the bed. The rest of the afternoon was spent placing the furniture around the house. Dad left this to me and just helped hump stuff into the appropriate rooms. I was sure that we would move some again as we re-familiarised ourselves with the house, but it would do for now. We finished around six pm. As we were due at Billy's at seven we quickly changed out of our dirty smelly clothes, washed and headed out.
Two hours later I found myself standing outside Billy's front window listening to the discussion going on between the two men inside and Jake inside. The conversation was rather frightening. I had come outside to get some air and avoid the loaded comments and lustful eyes from Jake. Plus it gave me a break from the stench. I had first noticed it as we drove down the road to La Push. I had my windows open enjoying the unique fresh air filled with the smells of the forest, when it suddenly changed as we crossed the bridge into reservation lands. It was a combination of wet dog sewage and garbage. It wasn't overpowering but it caused me to close my window. However it did become very overpowering when we entered Billy's house and seemed to be emanating from Jake. God take a shower I had thought.
"Hi Bella." Jake had tried to say this in a flirtatious manor and failed miserably. He then leant forward and sniffed at me slightly, the creep. "You met anyone new in Forks today?" He narrowed his eyes at me when he asked this and crinkled his nose.
"No, haven't seen anyone yet. Why?"
"Oh nothing it's just your perfume is just very strong." Jacob Black is such a charmer and hang on a sec, I smell. "It reminds me of some people on Forks is all" I scowled at him and turned to Billy.
"Hey Uncle Billy. How are you?" Billy who had been watching the whole exchange between us nodded his head and turned back to my Dad. Small talk continued for a while until I could stand it no longer and needed a break and said I wanted to get some air. Now without their knowledge I was listening in as they talked about me.
"So has anything improved Charlie." Bill asked him quietly.
"If anything it's got worse since I told her we were moving back." He sullenly replied. "I don't know what to do with her anymore. I mean she never really talks. I was constantly called into the school, she has no friends that I know of and she hardly eats. If I hadn't done tests, I would swear she was on drugs." Shit he is still on that.
"What makes you think she is on drugs," Jake asked surprised.
"Well she is pale and moody. She wears that type of clothing all the time. Never takes of those sunglasses, even at night, she seems really lethargic and according to the school she never eats lunch there or very much at home. I thought she may be saving her money so I checked her bank but there is hardly any money there. I've searched her room on several occasions and there's no drugs or money there. In fact there is hardly anything new there. Just the occasional Items of clothing but I pay for them on my card." I was getting pissed now with my Dad. He had obviously been invading my privacy a lot more than I thought. "I have even administered a couple of drugs tests, they came back negative though. I even took a week of work to follow her in case she knew of ways to beat the test and to see if she bought any. Nothing though." WHAT! THE! FUCK! The anger must have been radiating of me now. I was standing there shaking with the power of my anger. How dare he, I was saying to myself. I glanced up and looked around me trying to decide what to do. I saw two guys standing down the street staring in my direction, they seemed to be confused about something. One took out his phone and made a call. I took deep breaths trying to calm myself down in the hopes it would prevent me ripping my father a new one. As I started to calm I tuned back in to the conversation taking place inside, while keeping my eye on the guys down the street.
"Why does she wear the glasses, is there something wrong with her eyes." Jake asked him through clenched teeth.
"That's how the drug business started. I began to notice her eyes were red and had bags under them. With everything else that was going on I thought it might be drugs. As I said though there is no evidence of it. The only place she could have been getting it and keeping it is at school." I heard him sigh sadly. "So I decided to move out of LA, luckily the chiefs job opened up here so I applied and here I am."
"Charlie has Bella been attacked or been in the hospital or anything?" Jake asked still sounding angry he seemed to have taken over the conversation. "Has she disappeared for a few days for example?"
"No why?" Charlie sounded very suspicious.
"Nothing really, just checking you know trying to understand." Jake soothingly replied. There were now three boys and a girl looking down the street in confusion. They kept sniffing the air raising their noses up to do it to. Further in the background I could see two more jogging towards them.
"Can I use your bathroom Billy." My dad politely asked. "This beer is going straight to my bladder."
"Of course you can, you needn't ask." I heard my dad get up and leave. "What's going on Jake why are you asking those questions."
"Oh come on dad you know why. Red eyes, pale, smells like the Cullen's. What do you think?" Jake sounded exasperated with his dad.
"Don't be stupid. First I am sure you would have reacted a lot differently to her presence if she was a leech." LEECH? What the fuck never been called that before and who are the Cullen's. "Secondly she blushed once when you made one of your crass remarks. You're going to have to tone that down you know if you want to win her over?"
"I don't want to win her over if she is a leech." Jake grumbled.
"Jake be serious, think about it carefully, what did you feel when she entered and what did you hear." Billy was trying to calm the boy by the tone of his voice so Jake must have been angry. Jake was silent for a moment.
"Well her smell put me on edge a bit but it was only slight could have been cheap perfume. But it was there, slower than normal but there." My smell, that's rich. Crap the gang and it was a gang because there was eight of them now were moving down the street sort of searching it. Maybe I should go back in.
"Another thing to consider is that Bella reacted to you just as she always does. If she had sensed you and was a leech she would have attacked and tried to kill us both and maybe her dad to."
"Leech? Billy you going on about your stupid superstitions again." My Dad was just returning to the room. The group coming down the street had stopped and were staring at Billy's house suspiciously. There seemed to be a small argument going on as well. I tried to become more inconspicuous by leaning further into the shadows. I watched them closely and tried to listen to what was happening in the room at the same time.
"It was just a joke Charlie. We were actually talking about Bella. I have an idea I want to run by you." What's Billy up to now, it better not be about me being with Jake or even marrying him. "Well we were thinking that with the current element at Forks High…."
"Is this about the Cullen's again? I told you Billy, I had them checked out. The kids are first class students and Dr Cullen is one of if not the best Doctors in the country. We are lucky to have him here." I had heard these kind of lectures before Billy would be best advised to leave it alone. What is with these guys on the reservation, can't they afford clothes. All the guys in the group in front of me were bare footed and topless. The one girl in the group only had a small cropped halter on. Actually she's hot those abs….. my tongue…mmmmm. Oh my god her legs.
"What do you think?" Billy's voice pulled me out of my aroused stupor. Crap I had missed something.
"I don't know if she well agree to that. She is very independent. Plus does she qualify." My dad sounded so unsure. Billy only had this effect on him when it came to one thing. Tribal matters! Crap, crap, crap not this arranged marriage shit. I'm gay for fucks sake.
"Well can't you just do it, I mean you are her legal guardian." Jake asked. Do they feed these guys steroids or something. The group had moved even closer and now I could see how big they were. Come to think of it Jake was just as big. Every one of the boys must be close to seven feet tall and the girl wasn't much shorter. They all looked like body builders. Toned to fuck. Is it a fitness cult.
"Plus think of the benefits for Bella. You said she had no friends in LA. Jake goes to the reservation school so do some of the pa…er his friends, so she will already know people there. The other added benefit he and his friends will be able to keep an eye on her for you." Shut the fuck up Billy I will not go to school down here. Tell them dad. "As for qualifying, she may not live here but you are on the tribal rolls so they would make an exception." Why is that smell getting stronger, I came out to get away from it. Great it's coming from them, is it some cheap deodorant they make here. Yeah that's it a cheap deodorant, sold by billy, bet it's called 'eau da bullshit'.
"You have a point, I'll talk to her about it later." No Dad not a chance I am going to the reservation school. I am going to Forks High, I want to stay away from Jake as much as possible.
"Just be firm with her Charlie, it is for her own good." Don't care what you say Billy not happening. With the attention I had been paying to the group coming down the street and the conservation inside, I had failed to notice the figure walking towards us from a different direction. I now became aware of his presence. It wasn't the fact that he was the biggest guy I had ever seen, or the fact I hadn't smelt him or seen him coming that surprised me it was my reaction. I just spun, crouched and hissed defensively at him. I knew immediately he was the singular power in this group. Unfortunately my reaction immediately brought the groups attention to my location. I was still contemplating my reaction to this guy when his hand grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the side of Billy's house knocking my glasses of in the process.
"Your dead Leech." He growled at me. I hissed in his phase and did what comes naturally and kicked him between his legs. He dropped me clutching his privates as he went to his knees. Right on target I smirked to myself, he leapt to his feet and got into a defensive crouch. He was visibly shaking and growling at me. Several members of his gang were growling to. He then leapt forward grabbing my throat and pinning me again to the side of the house.
"Sam stop." Billy shouted at him as Jake leapt in front of me and the very angry group. "This is Bella Swan, Chief Swans daughter. Just stop and listen very carefully." He gave this Sam guy a very pointed look. The whole group seemed to cock their heads to one side in unison. Creepy much I muttered to myself as they all stared at me. Sam began to look confused, he let me go and stepped away.
"But the smell…."
"I know." Jake agreed. "I thought the same at first." OK what the fuck are they talking about.
"Her eyes are…."
"I hadn't seen it for myself and they are not all red but I know." Jake was peering at my eyes and making me very uncomfortable. So much to my embarrassment I hissed at him to this time I bared my teeth to. He backed off.
"She's hissing at us." Sam said then found himself confronted by a very angry Dad.
"What the hell do you think you are doing grabbing and threatening my daughter. If I had jurisdiction I would arrest you on the spot for assault. As it is." He turned to Billy. "I expect you to deal with this Billy and the other thing we were talking about, if this is the type of kids you have at the school here" he gestured at the gang. "I don't want her going to the school here." Jake was now glaring at Sam. "Come on Bella." he grabbed my hand and began marching us of. As I passed Billy, I threw a smirk at him causing him to narrow his eyes at me. "We will go into town for dinner Bella, what do you fancy."
"I fancy having a very serious talk about boundaries, trust and my privacy." I growled at him as we walked away. He shoulders stiffened and he glanced to his side.
"Why would you want to do that?" he asked quietly. Before walking around to the other side of the truck. He unlocked it and then we climbed in.
"I heard everything you talked to Uncle Billy about." I said getting settled.
"Eavesdropping is rude Bella." I scowled at him.
"Do you really want to go there Dad." I was glaring at him now.
"I don't suppose, do as I say and not as I do isn't going to cut it." He looked at me then and paled at the amount of rage that was displayed on his features.
"Nope!" I snapped at him. He sighed and turned to the front. Started the engine and we left to find dinner. "Oh and Dad I would never go to school down here so don't let Billy talk you into it."