Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, it belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
This is the story of how Tatiana ended up in the shack with the wolves. It's third person POV.
It was a night like every other night running patrol. Jason and the lone wolf were running patrol, both on opposite sides of the reservation, running towards each other, making sure the borders were safe.
Jason was keeping a steady pace, his breathing even. Then it hit him, the smell before the sounds. He had never smelled this before, but he recognized the sounds. They were sobs. He turned toward them and ran. He entered a clearing, and saw a shaking form crouched over a limp body.
"Why?" she screeched to the sky. That's when he saw her face. And her mouth. The mouth that was surrounded with a red substance, one that looked like blood.
He crouched down, into a fighting position, ready to launch himself at the girl. He sent the lone wolf all of what he had just witnessed, and received on thought in return. Wait for me.
Jason pulled back into the woods, just enough so the girl couldn't see him, but so he could still see her, and waited. The lone wolf ran up and landed next to Jason, and looked out upon the girl. His body tensed as he pulled the smell of her into his lungs. He transformed into human shape, a form the pack had never seen him in, and advanced toward the girl.
She looked up at him, and wiped her eyes. He smiled, and wiped the blood from her face. Then he spoke. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft as he knelt down next to the girl.
"I think I just killed the boy," she whispered, her eyes wide in horror at what she had done.
"It's alright, we can help you," he said. He grabbed her arm and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style, and ran for the western end of the reservation, Jason following behind him, a very confused wolf.
The lone wolf ran silently, his mind back to a time about a hundred years before, the time he had carried another girl, his best friend, to the safety that another would give her. He knew where he was running, he was going to the shack that most of the pack lived in, the shack that he had spent his life before her, his old house.
Tatiana's POV
My eyes flickered open, and I took in my surroundings. I was no longer in the woods, but in a shack. I immediately flipped out of the bed I was in. I looked fiercely around, looking for escape routes.
"Oh, you're awake," a voice came across my ears. I turned toward the voice, and saw a boy with short black hair standing in the door way.
"Who are you?" I asked. I was confused, by both the smell, and the fact that this was not the boy who ran with me last night.
"My name is Jason," he replied.
"Where am I?"
"The pack house."
"Where's the boy who saved me last night?"
"Oh, Jacob? He's out on patrol, with Mike," he said.
"Wait, what do you mean by patrol?" I asked. Did it have something to do with the strangly strong smell of forest on both of the boys?
"We are shape-shifters," he said. He reached out and took my hand, probably trying to lead me somewhere, but this had an extreme side effect. I collapsed at the shock of his life story rushing into my head.
I have a power. If anyone touches my hands, I see everything that happened to them, as if it were happening to me. And this boy had experienced so much pain, it was almost unbearable.
"Hey! Are you okay?" he yelled, alarmed at my sudden collapse.
I gasped for breath, not wanting to believe what I just saw. "I'm so sorry," I whispered.
"For what? Collapsing?" he said, laughing.
"No, for the intrusion on your past," I said, smiling sheepishly.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"I have... a power," I confessed "Whenever someone touches my hand, I see their entire past, even the things they don't remember themselves."
"Oh," he said, losing his happy demeanor for a moment.
"Jason! Where are you?" a voice called from the other side of the house.
His pleasant face returned as he called out, "I'm in here."
Another boy, Mike, walked into the room. "Hey," he said "Why are you both on the ground?" he asked, putting out a hand for each of us to grab. Jason grabbed the boy's hand, but I just stood up on my own, not wanting to know the tragedies of that boy's past.
"Where's Jacob?" I asked. I wanted know where the reason that I was alive was. I probably would found a way of killing myself if he hadn't taken me away from the body of that man.
"I'm right here," he said. He was standing awkwardly in the doorway, his stance, the stance of a man who was lost. Of a man who was missing his soul, his reason for existence.
"Hello," I said. My stomach growled. Great, I thought, I'm hungry again.
"Do you like human food?" Jacob asked. I scrunched up my face at the thought of the foul smelling substance that humans called food. He laughed. "I'll take that as a no."
"But what are we going to do? I don't want to kill anyone else, but once I start to drink, I can't stop," I said, thinking back to that limp, bloodless body underneath mine.
"Simple. We go 'vegetarian'" he said, smiling sadly.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Well, vampire vegetarian."
"Once again, what the hell does that mean?" I asked.
"It means that we are going to put you on a strict animal-blood only diet," Jacob said.
"What?" I asked, completely confused. Vampires can't survive on animal blood, could they?
"Any vampire can survive on animal blood. But it's easier for half-vampires, because they can also survive on human food," he explained.
"Okay?" I said, unsure about that.
"Come on," he said, grabbing my wrist. I was so thankful that he didn't grab my hand, I couldn't stand to see another past today.
He led me through the house, out a back door, and pulled me into the woods. "Wait here," he said, then he walked away. A moment later, a russet colored wolf the size of a horse walked up to me and nudged me forward.
Then the hunt began.
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~Isabelle~