Chapter 15

Obviously I'm not Stephenie Meyer. All things in the Twilight Universe still belong to her and I'm stuck here, smacking my head, wondering, "Why didn't I think of that?" Ha, ha, but in all seriousness no infringement is intended on my part.

I'm feeling the winter blues today. It's all good though. Sadness helps me write. Happy Reading.

Before August 12, 2009

Once upon a time there was a shy girl who lived on a reservation with her family, a beautiful full native American mother, a handsome mostly Italian police chief father, an older bitchy half sister, who was also a full native American and a sweet mixed breed baby brother just like herself. That was me, the shy girl with the beautiful family. On the outside looking in anyone would think this was just another normal family with normal problems and that I was a normal teenager. How could anyone know about the pain and the darkness? How could anyone know about the rage the threatened to engulf me?

I suppose I should have been happy. After years of taunting and being bullied, mostly by my bitchy older sister and her cronies, I was finally making friends. I was part of something bigger than myself. I was the shy girl with no friends, other than her baby brother, to speak of. Then to be thrust to the top of the food chain. Everything was just crazy.

Once upon a time, I was the shy girl that had her whole future planned out. In a years time I'd be off to college, studying to be an English major. I wanted to be a teacher and then maybe in my spare time, maybe even write a novel or two. I was going to come back home and share my knowledge with the children of our tribe. Okay, so it wasn't an exciting plan, but it was a plan. I thought it a good plan and best of all, it was one of my choosing.

None of that was going to happen now. My life was no longer my own. My life belonged to Sam and the rest of the council, but mostly to my tribe. This night was to be an initiation of sorts. This night over a bonfire surrounded by friends and council members, over old stories and enough roasted weenies to feed a third world nation, us newbie's were going to be welcomed into the pack.

Sam, our mentor, tried to help us see that it wasn't the end of the world. He told us we were special, that we were a part of something important. I couldn't entirely disagree, but at the same time I didn't agree either. All I knew was that my life was no longer my own. All of us, mostly scared teenagers, sat around the campfire, our lives all drastically changing, having been drafted into a war none of us knew existed. This is were they would tell us the stories of how it all began.

Billy Black sat before us in his wheelchair. He was to be the storyteller for this evening. It was too bad the poor man has been left in the care of his insufferable prick of a son, Jacob Black.

Unfortunately Jacob was here tonight as well. I wasn't sure where but I could feel his cold stare boring through me. I looked around cautiously only to find him leering at me from three people to my right of the circle everyone was sitting in. I quickly focused my attention straight ahead just as Old Quil nodded to Billy, giving him the signal to begin.

I'd heard these stories many times growing up. Our tribe's elders and my mother insisted they were legends and that they held many truths. She encouraged me to take each story to heart and remember them because they were a part of my heritage. Of course back then, being at such a young tender age, I thought all those stories were a crock of shit. However, now that I'm older and I know these stories to be true it pains me to think of how disrespectfully I thought of them all.

"For many of you here, this is your first council meeting. While you've heard our legends many times over the course of your young lives this is the first time you will know these stories to be more than mere legend. These stories are indeed our histories. These our the histories of how we as a people survived, how we conquered our enemies and how we came to be. The first is the story of the spirit warriors."

Billy regaled us with the story of Keheleha, our first great Spirit Chief. How he and his warriors scared away their enemies for Quileute lands. Next was the story of Taha Aki and the greedy Utlapa and how Taha Aki became our first shape shifter. Then he got to the story of the cold ones and the third wife and her sacrifice.

I shuttered to think about these creatures and how even in the neighboring town, a tiny insignificant town such as Forks, there lived a fairly large coven of them. The Cullens. Unfortunately our tribe had a treaty with them. They were untouchable so long as they never bite a human and in return they would leave our people in peace and never step foot on our lands.

I had never seen a vampire before, but I was anxious to do my part in defending my tribe should one venture into our territory.

Finally Billy got to the part of our tribes histories that told of an old Shaman, Chí Chal.

"Chí Chal was a well respected medicine man in his day. He had great spirit power. He was the last known Quileute who's spirit self could leave his body. "It has been written that Chí Chal could talk to the spirits of our ancestors in his dreams and talk to the spirits of living animals when he went on his spirit walks. The spirits would warn him of impending dangers. When Chí Chal learned of a threat he would go on a spirit walk and talk to the spirits of the animals and call upon them to help protect our tribe from other tribes that sought to do the Quileute people harm."

"Now it had been some time since the Quileute people had any contact with a cold one. Not a single person had phased into a wolf in generations. As a result, the Quileute people stopped believing in their histories concerning the cold ones and the tribes children turning into wolves. That all changed the night Chí Chal had a terrifying dream/vision. The spirits of our ancestors warned him that in a lifespan of a wolf there would be four cold ones that would wipe out the Quileute and Makah people. Our ancestors urged Chí Chal to go on a spirit walk and plead to our wolf brothers and sisters to merge their spirits with those of the tribes children. Chí Chal did as the ancestors suggested and many children came in contact with their wolf. The Quileute people didn't think too much of this because it was well known that wolves never harm the Quileute people just as the Quileute people never harm the wolves. The wolves are considered extended family because the Quileute people believed that they were descended from wolves. Now, by this time Chí Chal was a very old man. When Chí Chal told the tribe about his dream/vision and warned them about the cold ones and what he did in regards to pleading with the wolves to merge their spirits with that of the children's most of the Quileute people laughed at him and called him senile. When several years had past and the tribes children started phasing into wolves the children's parents became outraged. They were angry with Chí Chal for doing this to their children. They cried out to him to speak to the ancestors on their children's behalf and find out if there was anything they could do to relieve this burden off their children. Chí Chal fell into a deep sleep. He slept for three suns and three moons. When he finally awoke the tribe was not happy with what the ancestors had to say. Chí Chal explained to them that there was nothing that they could do for their children except to teach them patience. However, the ancestors showed him a vision of a Kwo-ok (a great swan) that would come to destroy all the evil cold ones that sought to harm the Quileute people. The Kwo-ok is prophesied to unite with a race of good cold ones and together with them and her children will protect the Quileute people, releasing future Quileute children from the burden of phasing into wolves."

"Disappointed and angry the tribe asked Chí Chal to leave and never return. Before leaving Chí Chal warned them to keep a lookout for the cold one's attack. It was only seven moons later when the cold ones finally attacked. Even though there were over a dozen wolves they were still young and inexperienced. Many from the tribe died along with most of the wolf children. Even so they managed to take out three of the cold ones until all that was remaining was one cold one against two of the eldest wolves. It ended with the last two wolves tearing the cold one to shreds. They then preceded to burn all traces of the cold one's body parts."

"When all was said and done some of the Quileute people realized that everything that Chí Chal had ever said to them eventually came to pass. This gave them hope that the prophecy of the Kwo-ok would come true. Still there were many others that were skeptical. To this day the Quileute people remain divided on whether or not to believe such a creature as the Kwo-ok exists. All we know for sure is the existence of the Cullens makes prophecy more plausible."

"That is if you believe they're actually good." Leave it to Paul to be rude and disrespectful. Sam only glared at him. I however was inclined to agree with him. The very idea that a creature that's nature instinct was to suck the life's blood out of another creature being good… I just didn't believe it was possible.

After October 10, 2010

"You're the one," he's saying in complete awe. His lips are trailing down my neck, across my collarbone.

"Shut up!" I whine. My tone is teasing, but he's seriously starting to irritate me.

"You know you love me," he's whispering against my skin, his cold breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"Edward," I'm warning him.

"Say it." He's pulling back, capturing my gaze. He's got this gorgeous, fucking, shit eating grin on his face.

I'm rolling my eyes.

"Say it. Out loud," he's growling.

He's been like this sense we came back from La Push.

"Edward, I'm really nervous. You're not helping."

"Come on, baby. I need to hear you say it."

"My parent's are going to be here in an hour."

"That's plenty of time. Please, Sweet Girl."

"Edward, I'm in love with you. And I…"

He's crashing his lips to mine with a deep throated groan. Cold, sweet, delicious kisses, I just want to devour him. "You taste so good," I'm moaning. Better than a scoop of chocolate ice cream.

Ever so gently he's turning my body around. He's poking his erection against my ass as he's cupping my breasts. This is what addiction must feel like, because I can't get enough of him. He's like fucking heroin to me.

His hands are traveling downward, over my baby bump, sliding beneath the waistband of my maternity pants. "God, this is so not sexy."

"What are you talking about, Sweet Girl," he's purring in my ear at the same time his fingers find my clit. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you are like this."

"Edward Cullen's got a potty mouth. Me likey," I'm giggling.

"You've been a very bad influence on me, you naughty girl."

"Something tells me you've had it in you all along. You're just too much of a gentleman to let me see it most the time."

I'm reaching behind me to slide my hand down the front of his jeans to squeeze his cock.

"Fuck!"

I'm giggling at his four lettered expletive.

"You got a thing for pregnant ladies, Mr. Cullen?"

"Hell no! I've got a thing for my woman carrying my babies. What better way to mark you as mine, Sweet Girl? I planted my seed in you. There's nothing fucking sexier than that to me."

Now I can feel my cloths being ripped from my body. I'm standing naked before my husband in the bathroom mirror. I'm smiling because he makes short work of his own cloths and he's standing behind me caressing our babies with his strong, cold, large, but gentle hands.

"Do you know what I see right now? You say such awful things about yourself in this state. You call yourself fat. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I see everything that I cherish wrapped up in one convenient package. You have no idea how excited I've been to watch your body swell to accommodate our children. Children that I now know we created out of our love."

"So damn straight, that makes you beautiful. Don't you ever forget it."

Edwards scooping me up, carrying me to our bed. He's laying me on my side climbing in behind me.

Our lovemaking has been slow out of necessity lately, to my endless frustration. But I'm feeling, as his cold shaft presses into my heat, it's not going to take much to get me there.

"Edward!"

"Ah," He's groaning.

"I'm almost there, baby. Please."

He's starting to thrust faster and I'm falling apart, stars dancing across my vision. He's grunting out my name as he comes deep inside me.

I'm turning my head, kissing him softly.

"Say it again, Bella."

"I love you, Edward. I'm so in love with you."

"I thought I'd never hear you say it." Edward's gently turning my body around so that I can snuggle into his side.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to find out that way. I was waiting to tell you when I wasn't so huge."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It felt all wrong. I want you to believe me."

"Are you trying to tell me pregnant women are prone to lie about their feelings?"

"Of course not. Oh my goodness, I was being so silly. I don't know why I felt I should wait."

"So this imprinting thing… How exactly does it work?"

"I feel like I have a lot to apologize for. I've been drawn to you from the beginning. You have to understand though. I was feeling all these things for you and because of what you are it didn't make any sense to me. I heard all these horrible stories about vampires and then come to find the first vampire I get close to I feel like this magnetic force is pulling me towards you."

I'm hearing the doorbell along with my father's impatient knock.

I'm laughing at Edward's pouty face. "It's just like my dad to be early."

I didn't feel it was necessary to repeat the Quileute legends previously written by Stephanie Meyer. Only the story of Chí Chal is mine. Chí Chal as I understand it, is not a typical Quileute name but a word. Directly translated from the Quileute Dictionary, it means: Shaman searching underground for a spirit. Well anyway, I liked the sound of it. Kwo-ok is another word I found, meaning swan, though the spelling is slightly different. The Quileute language has special characters that I'm not able to type out so I did the best I could with that one. Bye for now.