Chapter 11:

The date had been perfect. And although Jasper gracious offered for Allison to continue the date at home, she knew she must work fast. She hadn't wanted to pry, but the need to know his secret was getting harder and harder to ignore. First, she sat down and wrote down everything inhuman she noticed about the Cullens.

Qualities:

Beautiful

Pale

Golden brown eyes

Doesn't eat

Super fast

Super strong

Inhuman

She stared at the list, suddenly knowing something was missing. She wrote down the gut feeling she couldn't shake.

Lives forever.

She sighed as she looked at this list just sitting on her desk. Did she really care what they were hiding? No. She didn't. She loved Jasper, which scared her enough as it is. Did she want this secret revealed, when even Jasper had admitted it was not something she would take easily?

She knew she needed to know though. She had come to love every member of the Cullen family, and she knew even if the secret was something big she would never give up the relationship she shared with them. They would not change in her eyes, she was sure of it.

She wondered if her tribal blood would be able to give her any ideas. She knew the legends of the La Push reservation tribe. She knew the Quileute's histories, but did those really ring true. She sighed.

Her mother and father had been born on the reservation, and they had lived there until she was two when her parents decided North Carolina was the best decision for them. Her father had a falling out with the chief of the tribe, an altercation over the right of their blood. She truly had no clue what that was supposed to mean.

They moved to dreary North Carolina three weeks later, only to return when her father and mother divorced and her mother thought being closed to her roots would help her reconnect to her old self. She went far from that.

Her mother was nothing like she used to be. Her mother used to be happy, beautiful, free spirited, and overall an amazing mom. Once she remarried, she almost never noticed she was alive. And it was even worse for Alex, who couldn't even feed himself.

She didn't want her brother to have to grow up in that environment, she thought that when she turned 18, she could move away and take Alex with her. But she didn't really know if that were to be possible.

Could she get custody of a child who wasn't hers? She shook her head. She was getting sidetracked. But that did tie back, if their secret was so bad, would she want her little infant brother to be around these people? Of course, the answer was yes. She didn't want anything other than that.

Rosalie and Esme had already become like second and third mothers to him, it would kill them to lose their time with them. Which brought up another question in her mind. If they wanted a child so badly, couldn't they just produce one? Did whatever their secret entitled involve the ability to mother or father children?

She knew there was something weird about Bella's story about Renesmee and Jacob. Jacob Black. She knew that name. It was definitely a tribal name. She sighed, and walked over to her bookcase. She searched for the tribal community loge, which she had gotten her hands on before she had left the reservation. The chief agreed she should know her history.

And at this moment she was grateful. She flipped open the book. The prominent tale in her mind was the story of Ephraim Black, a chief that had made a treaty with the cold ones almost two hundred years ago now. But it wasn't that. It was the war in this very town that was recent. Almost one hundred years ago, an army of cold ones sought out revenge on a human girl, and more spirit warriors were called to protect them.

She knew this story because her great Uncle was supposed to have been a apart of this, he protected the human girl. Jacob Black, she found the name on her family tree and she almost dropped the book. Jacob Ephraim Black, son of William Black Jr. and Sarah Wilde. There on the logue, was Renesmee Carlie Cullen, mate to Jacob Black. She felt an unease in her stomach for a moment before she dropped the book on her bed and ran to the bathroom.

She threw up all the fear that was racking her body, all the questions she couldn't get out of her system. She stayed there for a solid ten minutes before brushing her teeth and sitting back on the bed, not knowing whether to open the book or forget her entire mission. She opened it hesitantly, preparing herself.

Her great Uncle was still alive, and he was married to one of the Cullen's, someone who was supposed to have died over fifty years ago. Her mind ran in circles. She grabbed the tribe's history book and searched for the words "cold one." There was a description but she couldn't read it. Because she found the story of the Cullen clan in the history.

"In 1936, cold ones again entered Quileute land. They were different from the vampires who had come before. Their coven was larger- three male and two female- and the eyes of all the members were golden rather than red. The leader, Carlisle Cullen, somehow knew that the wolves had human intelligence. He told the wolves that the Cullens meant no harm to the wolves, that they drink from animals not humans-"

She read aloud, and she almost dropped the exceedingly fragile book. The Cullens in 1936 had been in Forks, had been in La Push. A shiver went down her spine. The word was right there, in black and white in a history book. Vampire.

Was it possible? A vampire? Were they vampires? What did that even entitle? Do the Cullens drink blood? Oh god, would they drink her blood! No no, Allison. It says it right there. Golden instead of red. That must mean something? Animals not humans. Is that even possible?

It's in the book so it must be. She had so many questions she knew this book would not be able to solve. So, she decided she needed answers. Her body was thinking before her mind could, and it took her to her beat up old VW. Before she knew what she was doing, she was on her way to La Push. The current chief of La Push was James Uley, a tall muscular guy who ran the town's small community center that had been built about ten years ago.

This man was also said to have been the grandson Sam Uley, a former spirit warrior alpha in La Push. Of course, he let that fact get to his head. All remaining descendants of Ephraim Black were gone, except for her. But she would never take her position in the tribe.

She didn't want the responsibility it entitled, and frankly she didn't want to be stuck on the reservation for the rest of her life. She wanted to travel and explore before she ever decided her permanent residence. The chief knew that and decided his own title.

She glanced at the clock on the dash, it was almost midnight. She knew the chief wouldn't be happy about this late visit, but she honestly didn't care. She stopped her car in front of his house, and went straight to the door, and pounded with her fist.

The door swung open, an angry and half asleep chief opened the door, but his eyes held no surprise when he saw the girl on the other side. "I thought you might come soon, come in."

"I need you to tell me about the Cullens." She demanded, and he sighed when he motioned her over to a chair in the living room, but she stood with her arms crossed over her chest. He smirked and shook his head.

"You're just like your mother. What do you need to know?"

"Everything." Her response was instantaneous, but his features held no surprise.

"I'm assuming you read the book I gave you. So those details I won't have to repeat?"

She nodded her head. He sighed again, digging out an old teacup from the cupboard from behind him. He handed her one despite her rigid posture. "There's a lot you may not want to know."

"Try me." Her voice was firm.

"You are in love with one of them aren't you?" His voice held no question, she knew it was only out of respect, so she made no move to answer. He nodded with a sad smile. "You should be careful."

"And why is that? They would never hurt me."

"That is not the senerios in which I was referring to. You forget where your roots are, where your blood has come from. You are the last remaining descendant of Ephraim Black, and an even stronger alpha, Jacob Black. You're great grandfather was also a spirit warrior, but he was on the opposing side of Jacob's pack. Which I am sure you already know?" Again, she nodded. "A wild story that one is. Your great great grandfather almost lost his marbles when he found out his son would be marrying a leech.

Either way, he did. Although, he was certainly happy he imprinted, but that is another story. The point is, you're descended from many powerful spirit warriors, and your blood is pure. The gene runs strong within you, something I've seen all your life. I knew it the moment you were born you were the strongest alpha we would ever have. If you are not careful around them, you could hurt them."

"I could hurt them?" She had nothing but disbelief. He smiled and nodded.

"Yes, very easily. One false move could trigger that gene and you could open the world to your spirit warrior. You would be a strong one too, a very powerful alpha, I would have no choice but to step down."

He had finally admitted it, and to her no less. He was a spirit warrior, which would explain why the man should look in his forties but yet still looked as if he was twenty-one. He wasn't aging.

"So you are a spirit warrior too?"

"Yes, for over twenty years."

"Why don't you stop. That's how you start aging again right? You stop?"

"You underestimate the self control I possess. I have thought about it many times, but then this tribe would be left unprotected, and to be honest I was hoping to find my imprint before I turned off my ability."

"Imprint. Soul mate right?"

"Yes, I am very proud of you, you have learned so much already. But sadly yes, soul mate. Something I have not found yet. When you were born, your mother insisted you would be my imprint, but no such luck. I was not that lucky."

"Why me?"

"Because you will be the strongest spirit warrior in our history. Our blood would have created a line of pure blood, something that has not happened in over two hundred years."

"But you didn't. So what does that mean?"

"Both of our imprints are still out there."

"But you are so sure I'll turn. I've spent so much time with the Cullen's, and yet I have no phased. Who says I will?"

"Our blood says that the Cullens mean us no harm. Because of young Jacob and his imprint with Renesmee, the Cullen girl, it has sent a new allele in our gene, it seems the Cullens do not trigger our ability anymore. But the second a nomad enters our land, you will change."

"That's what happened to you. One stray vampire came and you phased." She said sadly and he nodded, stirring sugar into his probably cold tea. She couldn't help but feel sad for him. She knew now why there was such a rough exterior put on his shoulders. He had to protect this whole place by himself. "What will that mean for me and Jasper?"

"It will mean you are no longer under his spell." He said bitterly. She could see a tad bit of jealousy, which made her slightly uneasy. He really believed their blood decided their mates.

"His spell? There is no spell. I love him. I fell in love with him. Don't you think if he had a way to make people feel that way it would work on every one else but me?"

"Allison, you underestimate them. These vampires have vast special abilities beyond the human capability. We cannot defend our senses against them."

"Special abilities?"

"Yes. Your mate Jasper has the ability to control emotions, he is an empath. Edward can read others minds, Alice can see into the future, and Bella, such a sad story, she can project a mental shield."

"Bella? What happened with Bella?"

"The last time the Cullens came to those grounds, young Edward had not had his mate. He met Bella, and that changed. He was so attracted to the smell of her blood he almost killed her. But he didn't, and soon he made her fall in love with him. Jacob Black had fallen in love with Bella, and she broke his heart.

Edward and Bella soon married and they produced a child, young Renesmee, who almost killed Bella in the womb. But they changed Bella just in time. The tribe had to overlook the break in the treaty because Jacob's mate had been born."

"He imprinted on a vampire, how is that even possible?"

"The tribe had believed it wasn't, but they believe it was a physical form of the treaty, a way to show our two species can live in peace despite the problems we seem to have."

"What if I'm turned? What happens then?" His spoon stopped completely, and his eyes went right through her. She felt the question had been stupid to ask the Chief of the tribe, but she had no other choice, she saw it possible.

"And why would that happen." His voice was cold as ice and she could feel the saying "if looks could kill" happen in her mind.

"If I don't phase, Jasper will be my mate. Some things happen." A small smirk rose on his lips only momentary and then it faded, becoming grave again.

"Your blood will reject the venom because of your gene, and you will die a very painful death."