Daughter of the Count and Countess

The Treaty

I stayed up all night of course and just stared at the moon. I could occasionally hear Charlie's obnoxious snoring in the other room and with acute hearing, my ears could pick up on the loud sound waves and on the frequencies of each snore ten times more than the average werewolf or vampire. It was like I was lying in the bed beside him. When the sun slowly began to rise from its long night's rest I went to my closet and fell asleep in my coffin. I could hear Charlie yawning and the shuffling of his feet as he made his way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Sleep quickly creeped its way into my consciousnesses, blurring my vision, my mind becoming empty and welcoming the darkness that rapidly overtook me. By the time Charlie had left I was fast asleep.

It was 4:30 in the evening when I woke up. I had set an alarm to wake me up a bit early (translation: cutting off my needed rest.) so I could get ready and make it to Jacob's house in time. I slowly stepped out of my coffin and went to take a shower. I stood under the shower head unmoving for awhile as I let the warm water cascade down my body. I yawned. I was still so tired. I hurriedly washed up and got out. I wrapped myself in a towel and brushed my teeth. My fangs were elongated and shown brightly in the dim bathroom light. I brushed each one individually.

Just because I am a pure-blood does not mean I shouldn't believe in hygiene.

I grabbed my oldest and favorite brush that was given to me by my Father. It was a rare gift that you would never be able to find anywhere in the world. It was a gold color with silver swirls and designs on the front and the handle was an intricate arrangement of a rare metals and a diamond piece on the bottom. It was firm in my grip as I brushed my hair.

Next, I went into my closet to find an outfit to wear. The weather was gloomy again today, so I decided on wearing my burgundy red pair of leather pants with a short sleeved black lace blouse and a dark grey cardigan. I put my phone in my pocket and went downstairs grabbing my car keys along the way.

I put on my white wool uggs and stepped outside.

I didn't find it cold, the temperature seemed fine to me. But then again the temperature always feels the same to me. My body temperature never changes, it would feel like the inside of a 'refrigerator' to humans. But, those who are of my kind would feel warm including the vampire family situated here in Forks.

I checked the time on my dashboard it was 4:45, I still had fifteen minutes left. I started the truck and proceeded to back out of the driveway. I remember how quickly I was able to master the basics of parking and backing up, but Celestina had trouble teaching me how to keep both hands on the 'steering wheel'.

I chuckled at the memory. I missed Celestina she was like a friend no, more of like a sister to me. Even before my siblings deaths she was always there when we needed her. She was kind to everyone. I couldn't bear the thought of losing another one of my sisters too.

I made it to the reservation on time and quickly followed the directions to Jacob's house by memory. When I arrived I parked my car near the house, but the smell of wet dog was strong.

I remembered my mother's advice of trying not to think about the smell. I held my breath and made my way to the small house. I knocked on the door, trying to tell myself to breath in and out and to forget about that god awful stench.

I could hear feet thundering towards the door in a hurry and the door was flung open.

Jacob had a wolfish grin on his face, he wore shorts and what humans would call a 't-shirt'. He led me inside of the small house and into the living room. I gingerly sat on the couch and looked around the room.

There was a small television placed in the center of the room and a wooden table beside it that looked to be hand made. There was a long couch, the one I was seated upon and two couches that were off to the side. I could tell that Jacob and his father put some effort into trying to make this space appear more welcoming to anyone who would come and visit.

I do have a word of advice for the next time they decide to decorate, they need more darker colors and better furniture.

"Isabella, I am glad that you could make it." Jacob said excitedly taking a seat beside me.

I nodded.

"Where is Billy?" I asked looking around.

I already knew where he was, but I found it appropriate to ask to start off a conversation.

"He's in the kitchen." Jacob replied pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

On cue, Billy wheeled into the leaving room with a tray of human food that resembled to be what this world calls 'grilled cheese'. I could see the cheese oozing out from the sides of the grilled bread.

"Dezgustători" I mumbled low under my breath. (Disgusting)

"Hiya there Isabella." Billy greeted me handing Jacob the tray of food.

"Hello Billy, it is nice to see you again." I answered giving him a tiny smile.

"I made you guy's some grilled cheese while you two, uh, catch up." And then he wheeled away.

Catch up? What is that suppose to mean.

Jacob began to scarf down the grilled cheese, but quickly offered one to me when he realized he was eating most of it.

"No thank you I already ate before I arrived here."

He shrugged and continued to inhale the food.

Impeccable manners for a dog. I thought sarcastically.

I would expect nothing less, all that is missing is a dog bowl. I continued to muse through my thoughts.

After he finished the food we began to talk, our conversation was mostly about his childhood. I tried to laugh during the appropriate times and offer my sympathy when needed.

"Hey, I have been thinking we should give you a nickname. Isabella is kind of long." He said suddenly.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh, and what would you prefer to call me instead of my birth name?" I asked.

"Maybe, Is or Izzy. Hmmm, no that doesn't really suit you. How bout Bells?"

"Yah, I like that name." He said happily.

I. Am. Going. To. Freaking. Kill. This. Dog.

Jacob and I left the comfort of his small home and began to walk along the sandy shores of a place called "First Beach". I had begun to feel claustrophobic being in that small enclosing space and suggested that we take a walk somewhere. We ended up walking towards a log that had been swept up by the tide, we sat side by side.

"How long will you be staying here for?" He asked looking out at the water.

I shrugged.

"I am not too sure."

I guess when I have successfully completed my mission.

"I hope you stay for awhile, I haven't seen Charlie this happy in a long time."

I stayed silent. That humans' happiness wasn't any of my concern, I could care less.

I began to change the topic.

"So Jacob, have you heard of a family called the Cullens?" I asked.

He stiffened.

"Ya, what about them?" His demeanor completely changed he was no longer happy, but slightly angry.

"They attend my school and everyone is always talking about them." I answered cautiously, I was aware of the fact that I was walking on thin ice.

"The Cullens." He began.

"Are much different then you and I." I remained quiet waiting for him to continue.

He looked at me, seriousness evident in his eyes.

"What I am about to tell you must stay a secret. You can't tell anyone else." He said. I nodded my head.

Who would I tell besides my parents, but the real question is; who would believe me?

He looked directly into my eyes, trying to find any trace of deceit.

Relieved that he could trust me with this secret he continued.

"A long time ago, when the Cullens arrived on our land my grandfather Ephraim Black and two other members of the tribe Levi Uley and Quil Ateara II made a treaty with them. The Cullens are considered what my people call 'the cold ones'. The truce was maintained as long as the Cullens didn't hunt or turn any humans on our lands or anywhere near Forks."

My brain began to absorb this new information.

"What would happened if they did?" I asked.

He gave me a look.

"Bells." He began and I gritted my teeth at the stupid nickname.

"It's only a story. I don't even know if it's real and besides it happened a long time ago, before you and I were even born." He explained sounding annoyed.

I internally laughed, if only he knew that I was born before his time.

But, I got what I wanted and now I could piece everything together.

Since the Cullen's decided to live in the small town of Forks, they were obligated to create a new diet for themselves by drinking the blood of animals, that explains the weird gold color of their eyes, but I can see it doesn't fully satiate their thirst. Especially Jasper he seems to be struggling.

We got up from the log and walked along the sandy shores once more, neither of us said anything. I let the breeze blow through my hair as I thought on what to say next.

I could sense that Jacob no longer wanted to talk about the Cullens.

"I heard that there were once wolves who protected these lands, is that true?" I partially knew the answer to this, but I wasn't certain on how many Quileute's were descendant of the wolves.

His mood drastically changed again and he seemed more comfortable with this question.

"Apparently, so I've heard. People say that there are some still here that continue to guard these lands." He explained.

"But, I guess they aren't doing a good job at it, because Sam and his gang are running a muck." He muttered bitterly.

"Sam?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

He ignored me.

"Hey, we should probably head back. It's getting dark." He turned around and headed back to his house.

I quickly followed behind and wondered who this Sam kid was.

As soon as we got back I left immediately not wanting to stay any longer than I already had to.

Jacob told me I could come back anytime.

Don't count on it.

As I drove back home, I replayed everything that Jacob told me in my head and decided to let my parents in on what I discovered when I get home.

As I left the reservation, through my peripheral vision I saw a black mass speed by me.

I smirked and continued to drive.

Things were about to get a little more interesting. I thought.

As I tried to get the smell of wet dog to leave the interior of this human contraption called a 'truck.'

Sorry it has been awhile since I last updated. I was actually a lot busier than I thought. I know a lot of you have been anxiously waiting for this chapter. I hope you enjoy!

School has begun once again and I hope everyone had a great March Break.

~Mariam

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