-Chapter 1: They?


"Hold on tight" I said to Jake, as I put my feet on the pedals of my bike. 2009 Ducati Multistrada 1100 S.

I shifted my gear once I was on the highway. I sped up little once I saw my destination after thirty or so minutes. I took the exit to Forks and turned left at the first stoplight. I shifted gears again once I was in Fork's road. I checked my side mirror, even though I didn't have to, before switching lanes to La Push. I entered La push territory and I could feel the fear that was in it. Something was off, but I was too interested in spending time with Jake to do or say anything about it.

I parked my Ducati behind Jakes Rabbit, and took out the keys from my ignition. I got off; you know swinging one leg from the other side. I released my hair from helmets captive and let it breath. The strawberry scent of my shampoo spread around me.

"If Billy found out how fast you were driving, he would have scolded you" Jake said smiling. That's what I like about Jake; he's not protective and doesn't hover over you. Not that anyone does.

"If, is the big word" I laughed with him. As I took off my tight black fingerless cycling gloves and placed them on the seat of my bike. I cracked my knuckles and grinned. I live in the orphanage not far, but I'm free to get out and spread my wings once in a while.

Just one more year and I will be totally free from an old building that mocks me to escape it. And I will one day. The bike was a gift from one of my parent on my sixteen birthday. How sad is it that, I never seen them but they offer me nice clothes, and everything. I've been rejected by over ten families, because they want someone much younger, and more polite. I don't need money or work overtime at some shop or some crappy place, I have money thank you very much.

MY parents weren't useless as anyone could think. Inside the bike I found a paper with a number of something and a credit card, with little loose cash. Thank you lord I though then. I went to the bank to find out about the amount in the credit card once, and I was blown off by what the lady said had to be an understatement. Over billion dollars… Not to mention a mansion in Forks. So far I can get one thing clear; I have a really close connection to Forks.

I did tell Jake about the money and the house, and he was also in the same state as I was in when I found out. Jake and I met in Port Angeles, about a year ago, and became great friends. Every night before I sleep, I always make a wish. I wish I knew who my birth parents were, or are. It would help my restless heart. Did they drop me in that hell hole on purpose? Just something about me. All I know is my name is Isabella, and I don't even have a last name that I know of.

"Up for little cliff diving?" I asked him already anxious. "Sure but first let me get something to eat, I'm starving" Jake said what I expected him to say about two hours ago.

"Me too" I said, and I followed him inside his little house. More like a hut. But who am I too judge, I share a room with four little girl, who very much cry babies. Without asking I opened up the cabinet on right and took out peanut butter, and Jake took out the jelly and bread slices. I had two peanut butter sandwiches, while Jake gulped down over four.

"Jeez, how much does a guy need to eat?" I mumbled to myself. Though it was useless asking, they were all pigs in some sense. It was fairly sunny, but not that much too actually light up anything, just enough to know that it won't rain. Jake was already waiting, sitting on my Ducati with a smirk on his face. Cliff diving has to be my favorite pastime, before sports. "Ready?" he asked before patting his hand behind him for me to seat in the back.

"Real funny Jake, you're lucky I'm in a good mood" I said softly punching his shoulder and sitting down, putting on the helmet, and wrapping my hand around Jakes waist.

"Drive fast" I said. Jake nodded and put his helmet on before driving little slower than me. He took off from the reservation and to the cliff I knew all too well. It was almost sunset time, it would be so beautiful.

"Darn, I wish I brought my camera" Jake said what was going through my mind, just before I was about to say it. I nodded in agreement, and got off just as he parked and kept the keys in the ignition. Jake took off his shirt and I took off my cardigan and threw it on the bike.

I stood on the edge of the cliff, waiting for the right moment. I couldn't help but feel self conscious. I didn't look back; I jumped silently with open eyes and did a little flip at the end before the water hit my face. I saw Jake standing on the edge, he dived in little too dramatic and I scowled.

"Show off" I screamed. He howled a laugh.

"It's called talent" Jake smirked. "No it's called fake" I argued. We jumped out of the water into dry land. We walked fast to the top of the cliff to see Jake there were parked cars there; around four or so luxurious cars. No one was out, but Jake was looking there, staring or maybe even glaring at whoever was sitting inside.

"Jake is something wrong?" I asked. Jake visibly stiffened, and I freaked. He had never shown that kind of behavior around me before.

"Jake?" I asked coming closer to him. His gaze was fixed on anyone who was inside those white and black Mercedes, a Lamborghini, and two bikes in the back. The windshields for each car were too dark for me to see anything, and the people sitting on the Bikes were wearing helmets. Each car was aligned perfectly as if to protect the black Mercedes in the middle. I looked at it confused, yet completely fascinated. What are these people doing in La push? I asked myself.

But something in me told that Jake knew, he could answer my questions. Soon the cars started to move, and Jakes body relaxed little, yet there was so much anger in his black eyes. The wind blew, and I shivered slightly. But Jake didn't move a muscle. I wanted to ask, and I spoke the truth.

"You're not going to tell me" I said before he even spoke.

"Bella, I have to get back. Come on" he said little frustrated, and yet confused himself.

"They were vampires weren't they?" I asked him softly once we were safely strapped in the Ducati, with helmets.

"Never say what they are, Bella they'll kill you." Jake said darkly. I already knew that.

But who were they? "Who are they?" I asked him.


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