So, chapter 2! I've been working on updating more, maybe once a week so expect to see more chapters of this coming up. Thanks again to the amazing spoons17, who is my betareader on this and who writes fabulous Twilight stories! check them out! Anyways, I hope everyone had a great weekend and thank you thank you thank you if you read my story or reviewed. :)

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Victoria's POV

My hand was shaking as I stared at the note. Why me? What did James gain by chasing me? Had he already found out where I was?

The only thing I was relieved about was the fact that he didn't know the exact reason I was here in Forks.

I crumbled the note into a tight ball and threw it on the ground. He couldn't hurt anyone, I wouldn't let him.

I sat in my room for awhile, not sure what to think. I needed to find other vampires, and quickly. I decided to ask Uncle Wayne about them. As I walked downstairs, I heard soft mumbling. My pace quickened as I headed toward Uncle Wayne's office.

I looked at him, his blank expression, and figured he was in another one of his little 'trances' again. I remembered how when I visited him as a little girl, he would fall into them frequently and mutter really odd things.

I stood next to him as he murmured, "Cullen. Vampire." He spoke this numerous times, as I stood helpless next to him. Suddenly, he whispered something.

"Victoria... dead."

My face paled as my blood ran cold. Dead? What, exactly, did he mean by that? My feet rooted themselves to the floor in fear, as his trance finished up. When he came out of it, he looked around and locked eyes with me, than immediately looked away.

He looked very embarrassed. His cheeks flushed crimson, and he quickly returned to his books so he could avoid talking to me.

I stepped in front of him and grabbed the book from his hands.

"Uncle Wayne, you can't ignore me. Talk to me. Have you been having these trance thingys a lot?"

He avoided my gaze and replied quietly.

"They're not exactly trances, they're more... visions. They just show me a few select glimpses of certain moments, and give me... advice."

I looked at him, confused.

"I don't get it."

"Okay, I'll try to elaborate more. What happens is, an image pops into my mind and there is a voice giving me advice. In the vision that you just saw me witness, it showed a situation where there were a coven of vampires here in Forks facing a blonde, male vampire. They were all glaring, and the voice told me to keep you away from the blonde vampire. Then, an image flashed of the same vampire holding you in his arms. You looked dead."

"What did the voice tell you about that image?" I asked, trying to hide the fear in my voice.

"It told me that there was only one person who could save you, and it couldn't be me."

I sighed.

"Uncle Wayne, do you know how to find the pack of vampires from your vision?"

He stared at me for a moment, deliberating. He seemed to have reached a decision, for then he sighed warily.

"Victoria, I'm sorry but I can't tell you. I don't think you should be involved with vampires, heck, I have no idea how you know about them."

He gently took the book out of my hand, and began reading it again. I assumed that was my cue to leave, so I did.

I walked upstairs to the room that I was getting quite used to and plopped down on the bed, my thoughts heavy with vampires.

I must've dozed off, because all of a sudden Bella was looking down at me.

"Time to get ready!"

I groaned at all of her enthusiasm. Couldn't she see that I had just woken up from a wonderful nap?

She pulled me off the bed and started digging through my suitcases.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed in frustration.

"My clothes can't be that bad." I said in defense, still slightly sleepy.

She snorted in disagreement while throwing all of my clothes into giant, messy piles.

She finally showed me what she had pulled together and I had to admit, she did have some good taste.

I put on the outfit and we walked over to her red pick-up.

"My dads going to meet us at the reservation," she explained.

I nodded in acknowledgment that I had heard.

We arrived to see a giant group of gorgeous, tan guys surrounding us. They gazed at Bella and I like they were blind men seeing the sun for the first time.

They all introduced themselves and eventually, (when I probably looked completely overwhelmed by all of the flirting that was going on), Embry made his entrance through the crowd.

"Okay guys they 're just girls, and we all know you've seen a couple of 'em before. Step away."

Surprisingly, they did as he told them.

I looked at Embry's chiseled face and asked in wonder, "Why do they do whatever you tell them?"

"Because I'm one of the leaders around here," he replied with a smirk, trying to look all macho and tough.

I gave him a look that told him I wasn't buying it, and he laughed.

"Okay you caught me, I'm not a leader, they just respect me."

"And why do they all respect you so much?"

"They respect me because I respect them. We're all like brothers here on the Rez."

"I think that's really cool. I don't have any siblings and I've always imagined how amazing it would be to have even just one brother or sister," I confessed.

"You don't have to be related to have a sibling-like connection to them."

As he explained this, he walked me over to where Bella and Jake were standing, his warm, muscular arm placed on my shoulder leaving me breathless.

"Hey, did you enjoy getting hit on by almost every guy here?" Bella teased.

"They were hitting on you mostly," I corrected her. She blushed, and Jacob put a protective arm around her.

"Are you ready for campfire?" Jacob directed at me.

Bella broke in, grinning. "I love campfires! They tell stories about their ancestors and they're all so interesting. You're going to love it, Victoria!"

I smiled at Bella's enthusiasm. I envied how confident and sure of herself she was. I had only known her for less than a day and I felt like we were already becoming fast friends.

"You can call me Tori, and it sounds really cool." I replied.

The guys left to go set up the campfire, and it was just Bella and I.

"So, what's up with you and Jacob?" I asked her, studying him and Embry.

"Oh, we're just friends, I have a boyfriend. And speak of the devil, he's calling me right now. I'm sorry, one moment."

She smiled as she eagerly walked a few feet away from me and spoke into the phone, her smile turning into a frown. The frown was still intact as she walked back over to me.

"Torie, you need to come with me to my boyfriend's house. I can't explain now, I'm sorry, but you have to trust me."

I didn't want to leave Embry, but it seemed really urgent so I agreed. We said goodbye to all of the guys and then got into Bella's truck.

On the way, I asked her about a zillion questions, but she wouldn't answer any of them. Each time I asked, she'd give me the standard reply, "I'll explain when we get to Edward's house."

Edward, it seemed, was her boyfriend.

When we finally got there, my mind was exploding with questions. I was about to ask Bella one of these questions when a short, gorgeous pixie- like girl with really cute chopped hair came over and wrapped me in a hug.

"Hi! I'm Alice. Nice to meet you Victoria, I'm so sorry about James."

I backed away. Although this girl seemed like she was nice and although it seemed like we might become good friends in the future, she was creeping me out.

"Um, just curious, but how do you know my name? How do you even know about James?"

She just winked mysteriously and skipped away.

Bella chuckled to herself and dragged me into the house.

It was a gorgeous house with the whole entire back wall made up of glass.

"They must like sunlight," I thought wryly to myself.

I was led to a leather couch that looked extremely expensive where Bella had me sit down and wait. I listened and heard a fierce argument going on upstairs.

"We have to tell her! Chances are, she already knows about us," a feminine voice that sounded almost as gorgeous as a violin rang out.

I heard sighs and then murmurs of agreement.

I waited for about a few seconds until a group of five extremely pale and stunningly beautiful people approached me.

All five of them had perfect complexions, glimmering topaz eyes, and worried expressions on their faces. They had to be the most flawless people that I had ever seen.

A pretty lady with brown hair cascading down her shoulders and who seemed to be the maternal figure type to the rest of them looked around at the rest of her family and spoke.

"Victoria, we have something to tell you. We're not exactly normal. You see we are…"

But before she could finish, I spoke the word out loud. I knew what was different about them, and I seemed to have re-lived this experience, although far less frightening, months ago.

"Vampires."

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