Disclaimer:I said at the beginning, I don't own Twilight. Must I say it again?
We spent the night sitting in the living room, talking about schools, past lives, and future places we might live. We laughed and joked our way through multiple hours. Then Dad's ears perked up like a dog on a hunt who just caught the scent.
"Someone's coming," he said.
I stood and walked over to the door, and opened it. I took a deep breath in through my nose. It was faint to me, but I could smell the scent of a half vampire, maybe at the end of the drive. But this was slightly familiar, then it hit me. The girl from school!
"Dad, it's her," I whispered, positive he could here me.
I closed the door and sat back down. "Why did you do that?" Grandma asked.\
"What if she's here to fight us?" I asked.
"Then we will restrain her. If she continues to struggle, then we will put her into a room until she calms down enough," Uncle Jasper said. There was a small knock on the door.
"Coming!" I called, getting up to get the door for the girl. I opened the door, and was surprised at what I saw. It was a girl I never thought that the half vampire could be. Tatiana Ateara.
This was the girl at our school that came up every day from the reservation. "Hello," she said.
"Tatiana. Hi! Um, come in!" I said, still completely confused.
"Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick. She followed me into the living room, where she sat on the couch and curled up into a ball.
"Are you okay?" Mom asked.
"No," she whispered, then she broke into tears.
"Tatiana!" I said alarmed. I went over and put my arm around her shoulders. "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry. I don't even really know you, and I just barge in, and start crying," she said, sniffling.
"It's alright honey, just tell us what's wrong," Grandma said.
"Well, I live with a bunch of my friends, and my best friend is a little bit controlling. Today, when I got home, he and I got into a fight. He yelled at me, and he never talks above a murmur. And I just couldn't stand it, I ran away. And I just kept running, that's when I reached here."
"Oh, honey," Grandma whispered, wrapping her arms around the shaking form.
"Do you want to go home?" Aunt Alice asked.
"Yes," she whimpered.
"I'll take you," I volunteered.
"Thank you so much."
"Anytime," Dad said. He tossed me the keys for the Volvo.
"Take that one," he said.
"Thanks, Edward," I said, flashing him a bright smile.
"Welcome, Nessie," he replied, giving me a crooked smile in return.
I grabbed Tatiana's wrist, and pulled her into the garage. She pulled in a quick breath at all of the cars in there. "Wow," she said.
"We collect cars," I said.
"He would love it here," she said, staring hungrily at the cars.
"Who?"
"My best friend. He's obsessed with cars."
"Oh, well, we're taking the Volvo," I said, leading her to Dad's Volvo.
"Awesome," she said, climbing into the passenger seat.
I hoped in the driver's seat, and sped down the drive. "Where do you live?" I asked.
"At the edge of the rez, on Peg Street," she said, looking out the front window.
We drove in silence the rest of the way. "Here," she said, as I drove past a house with the door open, the light from inside spilling out over the overgrown lawn. She jumped out of the car, and ran up to the door. A figure walked out, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Damn, Tatiana! Don't ever do that again!" he murmured.
"Sorry, Jason," she said. I could hear the timid smile in her voice. She turned and waved to me. I pressed my foot down on the gas. Tears had begun to fall from my eyes. That was Jake's old house, and he plainly wasn't there.
A howl ripped through the night, I looked in my rear view mirror. A wolf the size of a horse was standing in the road. But it wasn't Jake. This one's coat was a sandy tan color, a lot like Seth. I drove on.
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~Isabelle~