A full week, a full week it's been since Rachel's tests were positive, since Jacob and I had our first time, and since Paul found out he was going to be a dad. Rachel's reactions to the tests being positive weren't what I was expecting, but it was a relief to see she didn't break down. She took one look at them and smiled and ran into her room screaming and jumping on Paul, which caused him to jump and crouch into a defensive position, but relax once he saw Rachel's smiling face. He smiled back at her and lay back down without her saying a word and almost fell back asleep before she blurted out the words 'I'm pregnant!' and having him flip off the bed, but tackle her with kisses and hugs once he got back up.
Billy wasn't thrilled about the situation, but he soon warmed up to it since they couldn't go back in time and change anything and it would be great to give Paul some discipline and responsibility although he was thinking of making him start out with a gold fish, not a child.
Jacob wasn't the happiest camper either when he found out his sister was pregnant with a man that Jacob never would have approved of in the first place, but when I confronted him about if we were in this situation and if people didn't approve of you being with me, he wouldn't be to happy about that, or he wouldn't care what everyone else thought. I guess that's what helped him cope with the idea of him being an uncle to two children now; Rebecca's baby girl and now Rachel's child.
Anyway, today was the day we would be meeting with the Cullen's once again in the clearing for a meeting they requested to show our abilities and to learn about newborns. I've been testing and picking at my strengths little by little in the past week to see what I could do, and training with the wolves, mostly because Paul said he'd never get his butt kicked by a girl, but I soon proved him wrong many times. Jacob was especially hard to practice with since he was too careful with me and would hold back to much, unlike an army that wouldn't hold back at all.
The dream I've been having has disappeared for a little while, but you never know, it could start again, and it hasn't been off my mind since the last time I had it. I still haven't told Jacob about my parent's being murdered, and I think I should tell him after the fight, or at least after the meeting with the Cullen's, I think it's best if he has a clear head.
Right now me and the wolves were in a smaller clearing in the woods and I watched as Paul and Sam went at it, Paul almost winning, but Sam having more power was able to get a hold on Paul's tail and swing him about forty feet away. Paul scrambled back to his feet and charged Sam determined to win, but lost again. Sam looked at Embry and pointed to Paul with his chin with a small bark and Embry stood in front of a grinning and determined Paul. Everyone knew this would probably be no fight, and Paul would probably kick Embry's butt, but this is the first time Embry really ever fought against anyone in the pack besides Jacob.
Jacob let out a low growl when Sam called Embry to go and fight, but I rested my head against his soft fur and scratched behind his ear making him forget about Embry and his right legs shake in pleasure. Quil, who sat next to Jacob, snickered, probably at a comment Jacob made in his head. Jacob opened one of his closed eyes and a low growl rumbled in his chest silencing Quil.
"What time are we meeting the Cullen's?" I asked. I knew he couldn't verbally answer so he cocked an eyebrow at me and whimpered. "Don't give me that, you can write something in the dirt." I joked. His nose twitched and he lifted his paw to write in the dirt like I asked. When he was done I took a look and it looked like a monkey wrote it, of course, it might be hard to write with paws. "Is that a nine or a Q?" Quil laughed at my comment and Jacob hit him with one of his back paws making Quil shut up. "Does it say 9:30?" I looked at it closer and then back at Jacob who nodded his head. It was a little early for a meeting, for we need to make sure no one was in the woods at that time, we wouldn't want anyone to go telling everyone they saw the Cullen's talking to these really huge wolves in the middle of the clearing.
Before I knew it Paul was on top of Embry and swung him into a tree next to me, and Embry began scrambling back to his feet to charge Paul again. Paul being his overconfident self stood there grinning, but Embry took this chance and got a hold of Paul's neck swinging him in the air once and slamming him against the ground making Paul cry out in pain. Embry whimpered and backed away from Paul who shifted around trying to stand, but failed. Jacob shook his head and nudged me with his nose, and I could tell Paul probably broke something, and was yelling out profanity, like it was normal. But it should heal soon. Not long after Paul was back on his feet and barked at Embry's victory and sat down on the other side of me. I smiled and ran my fingers through his fur once before laying my head back on Jacob and watching as Quil and Embry went at it. Sam thought it was best if Jacob and Embry were the only pair that shouldn't fight, since Jacob still wasn't happy with him, and Embry still didn't like Jacob for dating me. I didn't know what I did for Embry to like me, but I've tried telling him, I don't love him like that, and that he should keep his distance until him and Jacob settle things.
Once Quil finished off Embry Sam looked at Jacob, who than looked at me with apologetic eyes. I smiled and nodded for him to go and he stood up and I moved over to lie next to Paul and sit my head on his side. Jacob stood face to face with Quil and they were both grinning wildly and finally took off at each other. Embry lugged over to the other side of the small clearing and plopped down looking at me, sorry still in his eyes. I looked away not knowing what to do and looked up at Paul, who was staring straight ahead. He wasn't even looking at the fight, only at a break in the trees that exposed the dusk sky.
"What are you thinking of?" I ran my fingers through his fur again and he looked down at me and whimpered. Somehow I understood what he was saying and shook my head. "Don't be like that; you'll be a great daddy." He grinded his nose in the dirt in frustration causing me to laugh at his temper tantrum and made me laugh even harder when he lifted his nose up and sneezed. "Gesundheit." I chuckled as he wrinkled his nose.
Jacob had his jaw locked around Quil's neck and finally spun him in the air three times before letting go and Quil bringing two trees to splinters.
Just like last time I rode on Jacob's back to the clearing we'd be meeting the Cullen's at and I was sure happy that I was able to find land again. I could always just fly, but I haven't gotten enough control over it with my new wings and I didn't feel like hitting a tree on the way there.
Carlisle smiled at me and Jasper began the minute we got there.
"There are a few things you must learn before you even have an encounter with a newborn." He started.
"They want to know how the newborns are different from us." Edward translated looking at Jasper.
"They are much more powerful; no vampire is more physically powerful than in their first few months of being changed, because their human blood is still coursing though out their veins." Jasper answered. He started on something different. "Do not let them get their arms around you; they'll crush you instantly. And one other thing; never go for the obvious kill, they'll be expecting that, and you will lose." Low growls came from the pack that stood behind me. "Now, newborns are mostly like Emmet and Paul, they rely on strength, not strategy." I couldn't help, but laugh when Paul snorted and growled. "We'll demonstrate our abilities, and it would be good if Mitchy, showed us what she can do." I put on a humble smile at Jasper and nudged Jacob's leg when he growled.
Jasper and Emmet were first to go, I could barely see them when they started running, and that's when my stomach fell and I knew the newborns would probably be faster, with stronger legs. I remember being told to slow things down with my mind when I was younger, and that one day it would really help. I watched the fight between Edward and Carlisle next. I took a deep breath and watched closely slowing down every move they made to a normal speed, and I could see everything that happened. Carlisle almost had Edward down when, Edward flipped the scene and suddenly had Carlisle under his fist. Edward stood up and turned, but Carlisle caught him with his foot and brought Edward down with him.
"Oh, yeah, and another thing," Jasper started. "Never turn your back on your enemy." He rolled his eyes as he walked passed Edward.
Soon enough it was finally my turn after everyone else went, and Jasper stood in front of me with a small grin on his face. I felt confident, since I could kick anyone of the werewolves' butts, and even more than one at a time.
"Don't hold back, cowboy." Jaspers hint of southern accent gave him away. He smiled and sprinted toward me, and I side stepped and turned to his confused face. He started to get serious coming at me, full speed and ready for whatever I had in store. It was kind of easy dodging him, but I need to start fighting back. His arms moved with his body as he ran toward me, and I held one with both hands and flipped him over my shoulder listening to a small cracking sound. Jasper grimace lying on the ground face up and stood up and the back of his right leg was somewhat cracked, but instantly healed.
"She'll have no problem dodging attacks," He smiled at me. "But, the newborns are a great deal stronger than us. She'll have to learn to fight at least four at one time if she'll be in the battle."
Jacob's eyes widened and he let out a loud bark that made me jump and cock and eyebrow at him.
"What? Did you think I was just here for fun?" I retorted kind of annoyed with Jacob and as to why he was acting like this. He whimpered and gave me a look that meant 'we'd talk about it later'. I couldn't help but smile and roll my eyes.
Seconds later four vampires surrounded me; Carlisle, Jasper, Alice, and Edward. I waited for them to come at me at once, and pretty soon they all did at different angles, and me letting my wings lift me up and having them run into each other. I looked at my wings that were a Tangerine color, which I figured out, shades of orange means determined, and depending on how dark or deep it is, is how determined I am.
Carlisle, Alice, and Jasper smiled while Edward laughed at his own mistake and since he could read minds and didn't see that coming.
"Alright I'll give her that one." Jasper chuckled a little and stood up along with everyone else. My wings let me down and I stood waiting for them to come at me again, and from the same angles they did, but Edward seemed to get to me quicker so I used him, by grabbing his arm and swinging him around to hit everyone else who flew back a little, but came back with a determined face on. I swung Edward into a tree and he held his stance on a high branch waiting for the right time. I let my wings lift me up as they came at me and once in the air they waited for me to come down, which is exactly what I did, only I crashed into Alice's side and since she was on the end I took everyone with her, but it hurt like hell to hit a vampire that hard, let alone three at a time. They all flew back into a tree except Alice, who I held onto and gave her a look that said I needed to talk to her. I didn't notice it, but the pack was now howling and growling immensely with laughter at how I just kicked vampire butt.
I let Alice down and she smiled prancing back over to Jasper who looked behind me with a goofy looking face. I turned around and gasped when Edward leaped at me and aimlessly kicked hiding my face, and soon realized nothing happened. I looked up to see Edward on the ground with his arms folded across his chest and a grimace glued to his face. Then I realized I probably kicked him into the tree he was leaning against.
"Well, I don't think we have to worry too much about Mitchy getting hurt." Jasper declared rubbing Alice's back. I took a look at my wings and now they were a Persian blue, meaning I was happy and by how dark it was I was ubber happy at the moment. Pretty soon after Jasper spoke my wings wiggled back into my back and Carlisle called the end of the meeting.
I sat at the kitchen table tapping my fingers and still putting in random words that might fit into the dream I kept having. Things fit, but they just didn't feel right.
Jacob was on duty and Rachel and Paul were in her room doing who knows what, and who wants to know? But, it was surprisingly quiet so they were probably asleep since it was almost midnight. But soon my thoughts were interrupted by someone's bed creaking and quiet footsteps, and then I knew it wasn't Billy, and if it was Rachel, Paul would have woken up to her sent stirring around so that only left Paul.
He entered the kitchen and the first thing he did, didn't surprise me; he opened the fridge and grabbed whatever he could before sitting down at the table across from me.
"Hey, Mitchy." He greeted and shoved whatever he could in his mouth. He was probably eating away his nervousness of being a dad, but then again, most werewolves eat like that.
"Hey, Paul, have enough food?" I joked picking off part of the mountain of food that sat between us. He laughed and kept eating. I sat still thinking while Paul stuffed his face and I began to get frustrated with the last word on the puzzle. I felt like I wanted to scream, but I guess everyone would lose if I did.
I think Paul started to notice my frustration because he started laughing. "You okay, Mitch?"
My head snapped up and I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little frustrated, but it's nothing." I assured him. For most of it I told the truth.
Paul nodded, and before he inhaled something else into his stomach he sighed and sat it back down and looked at me.
"Mitchy, can I ask you something?" Something unexpected, was that he was serious. I was a little unsure at first, wondering if it was possible for Paul to admit he had a problem or for him to be serious, but I nodded and he took a deep breath. "I need help."
I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Well, Paul therapy is a little expensive, but I think I could –" He cut me off.
"No, not that kind of help," He retorted. I grimaced at his tone and he went on. "Well, I was thinking that since – Or maybe – " it was taking him forever to spit it out.
"Okay, Paul breath," I took a deep breath and we rolled his eyes and took in a fake deep breath with me. "Now spit. It. Out." I laughed.
"I want to ask Rachel to marry me, but I don't know how." He grumbled. I think it was the hardest thing for Paul to admit he needed help, let alone with his lady.
"Awe!" I cooed, but Paul glared at me and I soon shut up, when he shook a little. "Okay, well, you need a ring." Paul probably knew that part, but still looked confused. "You don't know the first thing about jewelry shopping do you?"
Paul shook his head. "No, because I'm not gay." He laughed.
I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to be gay to know how to shop for jewelry." I chuckled. "Anyway, whenever you're free, I could help you out." I smiled.
"Uh, yeah, how about sometime tomorrow when Rachel goes over Emily's?" He questioned.
"Sure, just be here whenever, I'll probably be awake anyway." I assured him.
He had a faint smile on and nodded and dove back into the thing that used to be a mountain of food, but was reduced to a hill.
Again, I sat in the dark room, and it seemed every time I was in here, it got darker, colder, and creepier. I began to walk around again and glide my hands over the bloody tools and came across the same knife. I picked it up and ran my finger over the flat and messing with the blood on my finger. I took a deep breath and I looked at my Angela – My mom – and Sarah that still lay on the table's motionless.
I jumped at a scratching sound and turned to see the wall being carved into again by nothing. I read the words carefully.
'You know my daughter.' My stomach fell, but I still didn't know who she was, so I didn't know who her daughter was. The words on the wall vanished and knew ones began to appear.
'Knife,'
I looked at the knife in my hand, and watched as the blood began to have letters being written into it. When the word was complete, my stomach fell even more, knowing I did know this person.