Chapter 12
Legends
"I eat it or not, that sandwich? "asked Paul Jacob, with his eyes fixed on the remains of the banquet that the wolves had just consumed.
Jacob leaned on my knees and began to play with a hot dog stuck in a hanger adapted to metal skewer, the bonfire flames licked the skin of the swollen sausages. He sighed and rubbed his stomach. Somehow, it was still flat, even though I had lost count of how many sandwiches he had swallowed after the tenth. Not to mention the giant bag of chips and two-liter bottle of beer.
"I think so," Jake said slowly. "I'm so satisfied I'm going to throw up, but I think I can get it: Not for nothing I will enjoy it, though." He sighed again, sad.
Paul, who had eaten as many as Jacob, clenched his fists and looked grim.
"Come on," Jacob laughed. "Just kidding, Paul. Here here. "
threw in the middle of the circle formed by the skewer us in the house. I was expecting straight strung up in the sand, but without any difficulties Paul grabbed him by the right way with precision. By dint of
attend only people with extraordinary abilities threatens to be complex. Nevertheless, I burst out laughing.
"Thank you, brother," said Paul, who had already exceeded the brief moment of anger.
The fire crackled and slowly sank. Sparks burst bubbles as fast as bright orange color against the sky black. I had not even noticed that the sun had set. It had to be late, but I did not know what time it was. I had lost all sense of time. Being with my friends Quileute was easier than I expected.
While Jacob and I'd take my bike in the garage - and he was admitted with regret that the helmet was a good idea, to which he should have thought before - I started to worry for the evening.
Maybe the wolves I would have considered a traitor. It would be angry with Jacob for inviting me? I would have ruined the party? But when Jacob
spuntai with the forest and reached the meeting place at the top of the cliff - the already roaring fire, brighter than the sun obscured by clouds - it all became very simple and informal.
"Hey, vampire girl!" I greeted loud Embry. Quil had jumped up to give me five and kiss on the cheek. Emily had taken my hand when we were sitting on the cold stone beside her and Sam. Apart from some lament
provocative, mostly by Paul, because he held the stench downwind of bloodsuckers, everyone treated like one of them. as if it were part of the family.
There were only waiting for the boys. Even Billy was there, with the wheelchair placed on what appeared to be the natural head of the circle. Beside him, on a folding deck chair, there was the old, white Quil's grandfather, whose name as him. He looked frail and wrinkled. Sue Clearwater
At his side, the widow of Harry's friend Charlie, along
her two children, Leah and Seth, sitting on the ground like us. See the three surprised me: they had to be aware of the secret. By the way Billy and Old Quil spoke with Sue, it seemed that she had replaced Harry on the board. This automatically makes his children also members of secret societies in La Push?
wonder what must have been terrible for Leah to sit in a circle in front of Sam and Emily. Her pretty face betrayed no emotion, but never did not take his eyes from the flames. He watched the perfection of her face and I could not help compare it with the scarred face of Emily. What did you think of Leah
scars now that he knew the real cause? In his eyes seemed an act of justice?
Little Seth Clearwater was not so small. With his broad smile and joyful and slender body and slender Jacob reminded me a lot as a kid. The similarity made me smile and sigh. Seth also was ordered to see change his life drastically, as the other guys? It was perhaps for the future that he and his family came together to participate in the evening? There was a whole herd
: Sam with his Emily, Paul, Embry, Quil, and Jared with Kim, the girl of his imprint.
[...]
how you look! It was like a blind man could see the sun for the first time. As a collector who discovers an unknown Leonardo, as a mother looking into the eyes of her newborn child.
[...] Kim's skin was darker when he met the gaze of worship Jared, his eyes lowered in embarrassment, but not for too long could easily distract attention from him.
See, hear better understand what Jacob had told me of imprinting: it is hard to resist such a level of commitment and adoration. The key to my heart took another turn.
Kim was leaning against Jared's chest, the belt with one arm. I wonder how he was warm in that position.
"It's getting late," Jacob muttered.
"Do not start," he whispered in reply, but certainly at least half the group had heard so sensitive to feel. "The best part is coming."
"And what would it be? You who devour a cow in one bite? ".
Jacob grinned with his bass and raucous laughter. "No. That's the ending. There we met only filled up with food. Technically this is a board meeting. Quil for the first time, has not yet heard our stories. Be ', has heard, but today for the first time will know that they are true. So there'll be more careful. For Kim, Seth and Leah is the first time.
"Stories?".
I was leaning against a low ridge of rock and Jacob slipped back to close. I clasped my shoulder with my arm and spoke more softly in his ear.
"What we have always thought were legends," he said. "The stories about how we were born. The first tells of the spirit warriors. "
The soft whisper of Jacob had made an introduction. Around the fire down, the atmosphere suddenly changed. Paul Embry and stood up. Jared took Kim and lifted her gently from the ground. Emily pulled out a spiral notebook and a pen, as a student to ready for an important lesson. Sam, beside her, was moved enough to be looking in the direction of Quil old, sitting at his side. And suddenly I realized that the elders of the council were not three but four.
Leah Clearwater, whose face was a beautiful mask devoid of emotion, he closed his eyes are not tired, but to concentrate. His brother leaned more toward the elderly, excited.
The fire crackled and flashed another explosion of sparks into the night.
Billy cleared his throat and, without further introduction other than the whisper of her son, began telling, his voice rich and deep. The words were precise, as if he knew by heart, but also with feeling and a subtle rhythm. Like a poem recited by its author.
was an ecstasy, a total mental and emotional involvement, and with a terrible story, full of death and pain. Magic and sacrifice were its mainstays.
powerful spirit warriors, able to separate from the body to defend their people, were forced to change their human form in the animal due to a betrayal by the tribal chief, Taha Aki, the last Supreme Spirit. He was betrayed by
Utlapa, which took possession of the body of Taha Aki to take his place, killing himself and letting the true soul of the tribal chief, wandered through the woods in despair. He found refuge in the body of a great and beautiful wolf, an action that changed the fate of the Quileute. When
witnessed the killing of one of the older warriors, who understood the betrayal of Utlapa, Taha Aki felt anger and hatred so that he began to incontebili tremaree, and transformed back into a huge man and very strong. As they are now Jacob, Sam, Paul and others.
Taha Aki was able to regain his place and ordered his warriors not to venture more into the land of the spirits, given the risks to which they were facing. Does not age anymore, and defended his land, taking the form of the great and mighty wolf. This power was transmitted to his sons, and every wolf was different, because each has its own spirit, and the reflection of his person is unique.
"Oh, that's why Sam is all black," Quil muttered under his breath, laughing. "Black heart, black fur."
I was so taken by the story that I was in shock return to the present, the circle around the dying fire. And just as I realized that disturbance around the circle had gathered the great-grandchildren - who knows how many degrees - to Taha Aki. Only after I noticed the position that my body had taken involuntarily, I was so immersed in the story.
I was connected to Jacob.
The right arm was glued to his back and hand in a fist clutching the hem of his shirt, while his left hand and my ears were flat on his chest like a comfortable cushion. I could feel his heart beating faster than normal, as he enveloped me with one arm and fiddling absently with a lock of my hair with his free hand. The warm cheek was resting on my forehead, and felt the corner of his lips full and soft on the skin.
The lock of my heart had a quick start, so I hurried to take a less involved. For half a second Jacob refused to let me leave, but immediately broke his arms and let me just approach him.
I avoided looking at him not to cross his eyes deep as the embarrassment I felt at that moment.
"And your hair is chocolate brown thing?" Quil whispered in response to Sam. "Are you sweet?".
Billy ignored the skirmish. "Some of the sons became warriors with Taha Aki, and do not age anymore. Others, who did not like the change, refused to join the pack of wolf-men. Again began to grow old and the tribes discovered that the man-wolf would grow like everyone else, if they had given up their spirits. The life of Taha Aki lasted as long as one of three men. After the death of the first two, took a third wife and she found the best companion for his spirit. He had loved the others, but she felt something different. He decided to give up his spirit wolf, to die together her. This is the tale of how magic has come down to us ... but not the end of the story .... " Then he looked at the old
Ateara Quil, who moved his chair, squaring his shoulders fragile. Billy drank from a bottle of water and wiped his forehead. Emily had written incessantly.
"That was the story of the warrior spirit," began the old plaintive tenor voice with Quil. "This is the story of the sacrifice of his third wife. Many years after the surrender of Taha Aki's spirit wolf, when it became old, north, there were problems with the Makah tribe. Many of their young people were missing and it blamed the wolves, to which they felt fear and distrust. When taking on the appearance of the animal, the wolf-men could still read my mind, just as their ancestors were spirits. They knew that none of them was guilty of that crime. Taha Aki tried to pacify the Makah chief, but the fear was too great. Taha Aki did not want to be in war. She had too old to lead his people as a warrior. Charged his son-wolf greater, Taha Wi, to find the real culprits before they started the hostilities. Taha Wi led the other five men wolf-pack of his mission in the mountains, looking for clues of the Makah disappeared. They found something quite new for them: a strange, sweet smell in the forest that burned the nose to hurt. "
The reaction was immediate, and again I pressed the side of Jacob. I saw the corner of his mouth against me amused and put her arm.
From that trip, they returned only some of them to report the discovery of traces of blood, but Taha Wi not heard from again.
Taha Aki wanted to avenge him, but he was too old and not turned out too long. Following another shipment, only one child came back alive, carrying with it the remains of a creature named after the Cold or blood drinkers. Anninetarlo was difficult, they had to make the most of their abilities, but they succeeded. Some time later, the village appeared the companion of that creature, another cold, beautiful, who spoke an unknown language. When the only
consanguigno Taha Aki felt the unpleasant smell, panic took hold of the tribe. It survived only two. The only son of Taha Aki able to transform, Yaha Uta, died before his eyes and those of his brothers and mother in an attempt to destroy that creature. The anger exploded in the old body of Taha Aki, transforming into a wolf again, ready for battle with the cold came to avenge the death of mate.
The third wife, having seen her son and husband die in distress, knowing that their children were too young to change and that would be all dead, do not hesitate to take a knife and conficcarsela in the heart, trusting in a moment of distraction that the cold could be fatal. At the sight of his dying mother, two young children will experience a huge anger, able to give life to their spirit wolves, although they were only boys. Together with his father, ended the monster.
From that day on the presence of Freddi was rare, and the pack was not very large. Until you came a bigger clan. Although they were in greater numbers, they wanted to find a meeting place with giant wolves. The strange yellow eyes and incredibly human ways of the head of the clan, Ephraim Black persuaded to conclude a peace treaty. However, their presence drew other cold, which in turn necessitated an expansion of the pack.
"Therefore, today, the sons of our tribe again carry the burden and share the sacrifice that their fathers before them have endured, "concluded the old Quil.
for a long moment all was silent. The descendants of the legend of magic and stared at one another through the fire with sadness in his eyes. All except one.
"burden", scoffed in a low voice. "I think that's cool." The lip full of Quil swelled into a pout.
other side of the dying fire, Seth Clearwater - eyes full of adulation for the brotherhood of the protectors of the tribe - he nodded his agreement. Billy chuckled
plan and long and the magic seemed to fade into the fire sparkling. Suddenly he was again a circle of friends. Jared threw a stone at Quil, and all laughed at her fear. He began a quiet chatter, playful and informal. atmosphere was so different, more sober than that of Cullen. For a moment I thought that the portrait of a real happy family, was precisely that of wolves.
Leah Clearwater's eyes will not open. I thought I saw something glittering on his cheek for a moment, perhaps a tear. Neither I nor
Jacob spoke. Was still beside me, so deep and regular breathing that I thought was going to sleep.
My mind was far away a thousand years. I did not think Yaha Uta or other wolves, or the beautiful Cold, I could imagine all too easily. No, I thought someone who was totally out of magic.
I tried to imagine the face of the unnamed woman who had saved the entire tribe, his third wife.
Only a human woman, with no special powers or gifts. Physically weaker and slower than any other show in history. But she had been the key to the solution. He had saved her husband, her young children, the tribe. I wanted
know his name ...
Something I shook his arm.
"Come on Bells," Jacob said in his ear. "We're here."
squeezed his eyes confused: the fire was gone. I stared at the unexpected darkness, trying to make sense of my surroundings. It took me a bit 'to realize that I was no longer on the cliff. Jacob and I were alone. Still wrapped in his arm, but no longer sitting on the floor.
How I ended up in Jacob's car?
"Oh, shit!" I protested when I realized that I had fallen asleep. "What time is it? Shit, where is that stupid phone? "I touched my pockets, in a panic.
"Easy. It is not yet midnight. I've already called him. Look, is waiting for you there. "
"Midnight?" I repeated like a fool, still disoriented. I stared into the darkness and [...] recognize the shape of the Volvo, thirty yards ahead. I tried the door handle.
"Here," said Jacob put something in her hand. The cell phone.
"Did you call you Edward for me?".
My eyes were set long enough to see the glow of the bright smile of Jacob. "I thought that if I behave nicely, I can spend more time with you."
shadow looked into her eyes, not realizing that I had in my facial expression. After hearing all these incredible stories, once you understand the reason for his grudge against vampires, forcing him to lose his normal range of human life and go to fight, however, was willing to swallow the poison of caustic ' hatred for me.
Just to see me.
My stomach twisted and my soul loosen its grip on the steel key to my heart, whose pieces were glued together barely. What kept me
Jacob? As yet he was willing to sacrifice for this stupid and fragile girl unable to repay its efforts? Ricacciai tears of emotion in his eyes with all the strength I had.
"Jake," I murmured in a broken voice. "By tonight, I understand your reasons. If they never existed vampires ... if only there had been no Laurent Victoria .... "
"I never changed," he concluded peaceful. Now that the Cullens had come back, who knows how many Push the other guys were doomed to the same fate.
With a sigh he nodded with eyes closed. Yet even in this case there was a downside. Perhaps the same could see that only Quil.
"You know, take me well mad, fanatical or occult horror film ... but your ability to become a strong and gigantic wolf, and to be so useful to your people ... makes you more special than you have always been, "I confessed. "There's magic in you and it's good, or better I like it, and I think you should appreciate more your condition. "
Jacob stood still, rooted to his seat with his eyes fixed on mine, in silence. Probably was measured several times every syllable I uttered.
My breath became short, as his own. "So well behaved as you want, not what I will spend the desire to see you," I added hint of a smile.
I do not know what to say, Bells are ... happy. For everything you have said, his voice low and hoarse trembled and his eyes shone like stars on a clear night. "Anyway, I insist, I will try to be good even if you do not seem to be more important. I want to try to do the same game on your vampire. I'll try to be more reasonable, "he said, concluding with an affectionate smile. I returned biting her lower lip.
"Thank you, Jake," I said moved. "Yeah, thanks. And thanks for inviting me tonight. It was ... "the words I missed. "Wow. It was unique. "
"And you have not even survived to see me eat the cow." Rise. "No, I am glad that you've been good. ... It was nice for me. Have you here. "
There was a movement in the dark, at a distance. Something light moved like a ghost against the trees blacks. He walked restlessly?
'Well, is not very patient, do you? "Said Jacob noticed that I was distracted. "Go now. But check back soon, okay? ".
"Sure, Jake," I promised and I opened the creaky door. The cold air caressed my legs and made me shiver.
"Stay calm, Bells. Do not worry about anything, I'll be there to supervise, tonight. "
I stood with one foot on the ground. "No, Jake. Rest a bit, 'I'll be alright. "
"Sure, sure," he said, but looked more like a concession agreement.
"'Night, Jake. Thank you. "
"'Night, Bella," she whispered as I walked away in the dark.
Edward took me on the borderline.
"Bella," he said with a strong voice in relief, his arms wrapped tight around me.
"Hello. Sorry if I did so late. I fell asleep and .... "
"I know. He explained Jacob. " He walked to the car and followed him, numb and stiff. "Are you tired? I can take myself. "
"I'm fine."
"Better to take you home and go to bed. Did you have a nice evening? ".
"Yes, it was ... really amazing, Edward. [...] I can not even explain it. Jake's father told us about the old legends and was like ... like magic. "
"I tells her, but after a good sleep."
"I will not be able," I said, then made a big yawn. Edward grinned.
I opened the door, ushered me and handed me the seat belt around it.
A pair of headlights flashed and passed in front of us. Jacob said goodbye with a wave, but perhaps he could not see it. I felt like I was back in my squalid, bare studio, after a summer spent in some great destination in which I felt reborn. I stayed in the silhouette of the Golf nostalgic look, until it disappeared behind the curve of the tree.
That night - after saying goodbye to Charlie, who gave me all the problems I had expected, as Jacob had called him - instead of throwing myself to bed I stayed leaning against the open window. [...] The air was suddenly cold, almost winter. On the windy cliffs I had not noticed at all, rather than the fire burning, maybe it was on the closeness of Jacob.
icy drops splashed on my face as the rain began to fall. It was too dark to see anything close to triangles blacks in the firs, which is thrown to the wind and swayed. However, the thesis eyes, looking for other profiles in the forest. A pale figure, moving like a ghost in the dark ... or maybe the dark outline of a huge wolf ... my eyes were too tired.
I crawled into bed, not having seen anything interesting in the trees, and collapsed as soon as I touched the cold pad.
I dreamed of being in a blizzard, with the wind whipping my hair on my face and closed his eyes. I was still on the rocky outcrop of First Beach, trying to recognize the shapes that moved fast and seemed clouded in darkness on the edge of the coast. At the beginning there was only a twinkle black and white, darting toward each other and dancing away. Then, as if the moon had suddenly appeared from behind the clouds, I saw everything.
Rosalie, with golden hair and wet, loose and long to the knees, had hurled a huge wolf, with the fur on the face spotted with silver, which instinctively recognized as Billy Black.
began to run, but I was moving with the frustrating slowness of dreams. I tried to shout them to stop, but the wind died away and my voice came out of my mouth not even a sound. I waved my arms, hoping to attract attention. Something flashed in his right hand and suddenly I noticed that was not empty.
holding a long blade and sharp old, silver, encrusted with dried blood and black.
shuddered and dropped the knife and my eyes were opened to release my room quiet and dark. rubbed his eyes, got up and went back to looking out the window, hoping to see something more than the vague shapes of trees. I saw and heard nothing of course.
While I was going to go under the sheets still warm noticed my tattered copy of Wuthering Heights is open to the floor, [...] on a page mo 'sign, as I always am.
I wondered what he was doing there. I remembered I left her in the living room, more closed.
I picked it up, intrigued by such a coincidence, and I turned on the lamp shade on the bedside table to read.
On the open page, three words caught my attention, his head bent down to read the paragraph more closely. Heathcliff was talking about: I knew well that passage.
is the difference of our feelings, if he were in my place and I her, I would have hated with a hatred that would have poisoned his life as gall, well I never raised a hand against him. As you can see in disbelief want! I would never deprived of the companionship of Catherine until she had shown her desire. When this desire had ceased, I would have ripped the heart and drank his blood! But until then ... oh! You do not know me ... I would die before then drop by drop, rather than hurt one hair!
The three words that had caught my eye were "drinking the blood."
shivered.
I do not know why, but that monologue made me think of Edward, Jacob and me. As if to death Edward hates Jacob, so much that he decided to kill. To stop, just my desire to be in the company of my friend. But I'm not longer needed, Edward would not have stopped. Or maybe it could be otherwise. Jacob Edward kill the day that I will not see any more.
In both cases, the fickleness of my feelings were the only reason why they would not have killed each other.
shuddered again and closed the book loudly with both hands. I tried to drive out those associations with the absurd reason: I believed to have left it in the living room and instead was on the bedside table. Will fallen, and had opened at random, for sure.
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