I was sitting in my room, trying to concentrate on the third of Macbeth. I knew I was actually just trying to listen if I could hear the sound of my loud truck. I thought I would hear the loud sound of the car, even though it was still raining like crazy. But when I allowed myself a glance outside the window I was shocked to see my car standing there. I was a little bit disappointed, even though I didn't know why. Maybe I was hoping to see Blaine? But then again he said Emma would bring my car home. I was feeling kind of guilty, I didn't really know her and she seemed nice but I could only imagine how annoying it must have felt to bring someone's car to their house when you don't even know them.

I wasn't really looking forward to Friday, and it seemed to live up to my expectations.

Apparently everyone knew I had almost fainted in Biology, I heard a few people laughing about it. But it didn't seem like they knew Blaine had been involved, it seemed like Karofsky hadn't told anyone about that. I didn't know why that was, but then again I didn't real care what Karofsky did, unless it had something to do with violence. Everyone was dying to know what had happened during lunch yesterday, even Rachel.

"What did Blaine want from you yesterday?" Mercedes asked during Math.

"I don't really know," I answered honestly, because I didn't. "He never told me."

She snickered, "it seemed like you were arguing."

"Yes, well believe it or not he can be rather annoying." I huffed.

She laughed, "you know what's weird though? I've never seen him sitting with anyone besides his family. Any secrets white boy"

I blushed, I had never seen him sit with anyone else either, but then again I hadn't been at this school very long. I tried not to hide the smile that was spreading onto my face, "is that so?"

She gasped, "are you two dating?"

I shushed her since she was talking rather loud by now, I hoped no one had heard it. "Of course not!" I snapped at her.

She rolled her eyes and smacked my arm, "but you'd better tell me when it happens."

I laughed, "yeah, right. I'll let you know when my life turns into a perfect movie." Honestly, how could she think like that? It wasn't like that at all.. well maybe I wanted it to be, but it wasn't.

"Honey, please. Have you ever seen the way he looks at you? Wait, does that mean you like him?" She was beginning to talk rather loudly again.

"Mercedes, had anyone told you that you talk rather loud?" I quickly glared around, making sure no one was looking in our direction, luckily no one was.

"And to answer your question, no I do not." I knew I was lying to myself and her, but I was quite sure she didn't believe me anyway.

"Yeah, right." She snorted, "you don't like him at all," she added sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up."

The worst part of Friday was lunch. I knew he wouldn't be there, he had told me so himself, but I couldn't stop myself from glaring at their table. I saw Emma, Laura and David talking softly, ignoring everyone else in the cafeteria. I hated the gloomy feeling that washed over me when I realized how long it would be until I saw him again.

It was totally unhealthy how much I thought about him, it was as if my whole life in Forks was about him. I sighed, sure I had liked other guys before, even though they either turned out to be straight, bullies or just perverts but with Blaine it was so different. He was confusing to no end, but it seemed that he didn't dislike me, not saying he was as obsessed with me as I was with him, because let's be honest I was pretty much thinking about him all the time -which I did not like that much-.

When I sat down at my table, as suspected, most of them tried to interrogate me about lunch, even Rachel seemed interested for a few minutes but eventually decided she wanted to talk about herself so turned to Finn, talking about her next solo.

After a while the interrogation turned into discussing the weather of tomorrow. It turned out it would be sunny tomorrow, but I wasn't quite sure if I believed that. It was a little warmer today than usual, maybe the trip wouldn't be all that bad.

I received a few disgusted looks from some people in the cafeteria. When Karofsky and his friends walked past all of them called my names, except Karofsky, that was weird.

I was walking towards the next class when they surrounded me.

"Shouldn't you be with your little boyfriend today?" Karofsky asked, so he was going to make fun of me today.

I rolled my eyes, "he is not my boyfriend."

"Yeah right, we saw that yesterday!" he yelled.

"So Anderson is gay?" A random girl I vaguely recognized said.

"But why would he go for that?" Her friend asked, causing the group to laugh.

"Probably because they're the only fairy's at this school," one of them said.

I tried to ignore them, but what they were saying was bothering me. Was Blaine gay? And if he was why would he want to go out with me? But that wasn't even it, because we were just friends, if that was even how I could call it.

I tried to walk past them but they didn't seem to like that idea. Before I could do anything I was shoved into a locker, the harsh metal slamming against my skin, probably leaving bruises. They walked away laughing and I was glad they were at least gone. I tried to shake of the feeling, at least this time it was just shoving.. I didn't want to tell anyone, well my friends knew, but I had to after they saw what happened. But my dad was already stressing out at work and I heard about his heart attack last year, I didn't want him to worry. Telling a teacher could be an option but most of the teachers couldn't really do anything, or so they said.

That night at dinner Burt seemed pleased that I was going to La Push, probably happy to see I really had friends here. I knew he was still feeling a little bit guilty that I didn't have anything here at first. Of course they knew everyone who would be joining, probably even their parents.. and their grandparents and their parents also.

They didn't seem to have any problems with my beach trip. I wondered if they would have any problems with my plan to go to Seattle.. with Blaine Anderson. Not that I was planning on telling them anyway.

"Does anyone know that place called 'Goat Rocks' ?" I asked 'randomly'.

Finn didn't even look up from his plate, still shoving food down like it was a matter of life or death. Burt was the one who answered me, "Yeah, I've heard of that place, why?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh, some kids were talking about camping there."

My dad narrowed his eyes for a few seconds, "well that's not really a good place to go camping." He looked at Carole who had raised her eyebrows at my statement. "There are way too many bears. Most people only go there during the hunting season."

"Oh, maybe I heard it wrong," I muttered. But I was quite sure he said Goat Rock..

I was planning on sleeping in, since I hadn't really done much sleeping lately. But I was rudely awoken by a bright light. I opened my eyes so I could locate the disturbing brightness. I saw the light was shining through my window, it had a soft yellow glow to it. Wait, was that really.. was that the sun? I ran to my window to look outside, and as I had thought, there it was, the sun. Sure, it wasn't nearly as high in the sky as I was used to and it didn't seem quite as bright as in New York but there was of the sun in Forks!

The Olympic Outfitters store, that Jeff's parents owned, was North to the city. I had seen the store a few times but I'd never actually stopper there. Since, well I didn't really need camping stuff since I didn't plan on going camping, -gross-.

When I parked next to the store I saw a few other cars, presumably from the rest of the group of people who were going.

I walked towards the front of the store, I saw Nick, Jeff, Mercedes, Tina, Rachel, who had required that Finn would come with her in stead of driving there with Kurt. Surprisingly enough there were also a few others I didn't know were invited. Sam, a popular senior, blonde, football player, was there. A guy who's name I remembered as Noah Puckerman, a tall guy with a Mohawk, was standing next to Sam, his same smug expression as always spread across his face. I saw Tina talking to an Asian boy, I thought his name was Mike? I was even more surprised to find three of the most popular girls there, Quinn, Santana and Britanny standing there. Just as I was about to wonder why the hell they were there, Nick and Jeff spotted me.

"Kurt!" They exclaimed happily. They came walking towards me, smiling.

"You're here!" Nick said. "We told you the sun would be shining!" Jeff said, still smiling.

I chuckled, "It's still hard to believe."

"Now that you're here, were complete." Nick smiled, looking around as if to check the amount of people.

"That is, unless you invited someone?" Jeff said, smiling smugly.

"No, I didn't," I lied, they didn't need to know.

Jeff examined me, trying to see if I was lying. I kept a straight face, sometimes being a great actor was really helpful, and looked over his shoulder. Mercedes waved at me, I smiled at her.

Jeff decided I wasn't lying, or that he wasn't going to get the answer out of me anyway, and pointed in the direction of the cars while talking to Nick.

It was proved quite hard to fit everyone in the cars, since they didn't want to take all the cars they decided only a few people would drive.

I ended up being pressed between Mercedes and two blonde girls, Quinn and Britanny, Santana was driving since she didn't want anyone else touching her car.

La Push was about 12 miles from Forks, the car ride was awkward and crammed so it was a huge relief once we got out of the car.

I had been here before with Burt, in the summers I still came here, it looked extremely familiar.

It still had the same green glow to it, the water a dark blue mixed with dark green color, even when the sun was shining on it. Little isles visible from between the waves, the steep, gray cliffs decorating the shoreline, which also had various stranded dead trees lying around. The stones seemed to be all different kind of green-gray color.

There was a strong breeze coming from the waves, the salt air burning on my tongue. Some seagulls were flying around or floating on the waves, making a screeching sound. The clouds were dark even though the sun was still fully shining, its warmth touching my skin. The forest was close to the beach, leaving an even more green glow.

Nick and Jeff led us to a big circle, formed out of dead trees, it was obvious that this was used more often as a hanging spot. There was already a fireplace made out of dry wood and stones, black ash still remaining in the middle. Sam and Nick started collecting more dry twigs, presumably for the campfire.

After a short time a there was already a steady fireplace and people were gathered around it, sitting on the trees.

Everyone was chatting idly, the more popular people gathered all together and the one I actually knew sitting mostly across of them but also chatting. Tina was sitting next to Mike though, and I saw Mercedes sending the Sam guy secret glances from next to me.

"Have you ever seen magic wood burn?" A sweet, high voice chirped beside me. I looked next to me to see one of the blonde girls, probably Britanny, I saw she was sitting next to me.

"No?" I had no idea what she meant, but she was the only one talking to me and she didn't seem mean.

"Santana said I'm not allowed to play with fire," she stated blankly.

"Oh, why's that?" I asked, not sure if I would actually get a logical answer.

She shrugged, "last time I almost burned down our house."

I was about to ask her how she did that, but at that moment Santana came over, glancing between me and Britanny.

"Why are you sitting with him Britt?" She asked it in a sweet tone, but I wondered if that was only directed to Britanny.

"He looked lonely, so I though I'd sit with him" she said honestly.

Santana smiled at the blonde girl, as if she had just seen Britanny declare world peace or something.

"Tannie, will you make the magic fire for me and Kurt?" Britanny asked, laying her head down on Santana's shoulder.

Santana smiled at her, "sure Britt".

I still had no idea what they were talking about but as soon as Santana lit the dry twig on the campfire and I saw what she meant with 'magic fire'. Instead of its usual orange and yellow glow the fire was blue, it was really beautiful.

"It's because of the salt," Mercedes told me, having noticed what had caught my attention and apparently taking a break from glancing at Sam.

Santana put the twig back on the fire and I watched it burn while the others went back to chatting with each other. I couldn't stop myself from wondering what Blaine would be doing right now.

About a half our later, some of the boys wanted to hike to the nearby tidal pools. Most of the girls were looking horrified but some of the girls looked swooning at their partner, or interest in the hope they could spend some time with him.

I always used to love the tidal pools but the bad thing about them was that there was no way to avoid getting dirt all over my clothes. I sighed and decided I might as well join the hiking group since the group that was staying behind were the people who didn't like me.

I walked next to Mercedes who was apparently -finally- talking to Sam. I listened to them talking about football until I got bored and decided to walk a little further from them, just by myself. I didn't mind having a little bit of quiet around me for a change.

It was really hard to get to the tidal pools, even though they were quite close. There were roots shooting from the ground everywhere, hiding under a thick layer of moss or leafs, making it hard not to stumble over them.

After a long while the forest finally started to change into the rocky shore. It was low tide, and a tidal river flowed past us into the sea. The shallow pools who never seemed to be completely drained were full of life.

I didn't come too close to the tidal pool, in case I might fall, or get pushed in. The others didn't seem to have the same concerns as they jumped over the rocks and balanced on the dangerous edges. I rolled my eyes at the way they were 'showing off'.

When the rest went a little further I carefully sat down next to one of the tidal pools. I saw little crabs slowly making their way through the water, starfish hanging on the side of the rocks and a little eel making it's way back to the sea.

As if it was the most normal thing to do my mind wandered off to Blaine, wondering if he would come up with a beautiful or maybe annoying comment about the tidal pools, or the immature people around here.

It felt like an eternity had past when I finally caught sight of the others again, they were walking back towards me, towards the forest.

Everyone was walking rather fast and I was so careful not to wreck my clothes that I got behind and had to haste to get back to everyone, and of course, of my way fell and cringed when I saw the green spots on my pants, -Stupid swamp-. I also saw my hands had a few little cuts and I felt the familiar feeling of a bruise on my knee. I quickly checked if no one had noticed -no one had, at least not yet- and went to follow them again, but this time a little more careful

When we came back to First Beach I saw that even more people had arrived. When we came closer I could make out the copper skin and long black hair of a few guys, obviously teenagers from the reservation.

Some people had brought food and it didn't take long before most of the guys, including the new comers, had claimed their portion and were shoving it into their mouths.

Nick was introducing us to the new-comers when I finally sat back down, hoping the green stains on my pants weren't obvious or that no one cared to notice. I saw one of the boys looking my way, his eyes curious and something that seemed like interest?

When I too, had claimed some of the food I tried to listen to the conversation the guy who just looked at me was having, maybe find out something about them. It turned out they heard us chatter and decided to see who would be on the beach, see if there was any food, also I came to know the name of the guy was Allan.

I looked away, in case they might have seen me listening. I saw Tina was sitting next to me, listening to a conversation on the other side of her. It was nice that she didn't feel the need to fill the silence, that she just let me eat and think.

I thought about my life in Forks, how confusing it had been, well still was actually. And how sometimes time seemed to pass by, but sometimes seemed to go so slow it was almost surreal.

When everyone was about finished with their lunch the sun finally lost to the clouds and the sky turned gray, leaving a shadow over the beach. Most of the people went for a walk in small groups, or went to look at the sea from closer up, some even to the shop in the nearby village.

I was sitting by myself now on the fallen tree, Jeff and Nick talking to Puck who had apparently brought some sort of luxury CD player. The guys from the reservation talking loudly to each other.

I heard the sound of footsteps coming towards me, I looked up to see that Allan was walking towards me, his expression friendly. He went to sit next to me, I looked at him properly now.

He seemed about fifteen, sixteen maybe, his hair was long and black, it was darker as Blaine's hair, it was kept together by an elastic band. His skin was rather gorgeous, nothing compared to my pale and see-through skin, no it was a warm, soft looking brown color. His eyes were dark, but not unfriendly, kind of like a deep warm brown color.

"You're Kurt Hummel, right?" I sighed at the fact that still everyone seemed to know my name, even in the reservation apparently.

"Yes, that would be me."

"Allan," he said cheerfully. "Allan Baldulf. My dad works at the police station as well."

"Oh, right." I said, suddenly remembering Mr. Baldulf, he was a good friend of Burt. "I don't recall ever seeing you though." I said, because I didn't, well he didn't seem familiar. But that could have something to do with the fact that I tried to ban all the summers here in Forks out of my memory.

"What a shame," he said jokingly. "But that's okay though, I only vaguely remember you anyway."

He did? It made me feel a little more comfortable around him, to know that at least someone knew me before I moved here.

"Yeah, you were the cute little guy with the pink power ranger and their tea parties!" - or not -.

Allan let out a laugh when he saw the look of horror on my face and only laughed harder when I gave him a bitch glare.

"Oh come on, you were adorable!"

"Well, I'd rather not have you recall embarrassing moments from my childhood, especially not in front of my friends. Or at all for that matter." I was trying my best not to blush.

He chuckled, "well we all have those, so don't feel embarrassed about yours."

"Really now? So what's yours then?" I snapped, still feeling a bit insulted.

He laughed and then shook his head, "there's no way you're getting that out of me."

I glared at him while he pretended to lock his mouth with a key and then throw it away. I rolled my eyes and tried my best not to be amused by his childlike behavior. Allan didn't seem to mind.

"So what are you and Mr. Pinky doing back in town?"

"Really, Mr. Pinky?" I raised an eyebrow. He shrugged but waited for me to continue.

I sighed, "well my mom got offered a big role in a play so basically I packed my my bags and moved here with my dad so she could take the role."

"Ah, so you're here against you will?" He stated, a small smile still on his lips.

"I guess so.."

"Sucks," he smiled but his eyes seemed to show a little sympathy.

"Only sometimes," I said giving him his first earned -small- smile.

He seemed to be somewhat pleased with that.

"So what else do you do around here, you know, besides terrorizing people with their embarrassing childhood memories?"

He laughed at my comment, "well, I do like to work on cars. I learned it from my uncle, he owns the garage over here. But since the accident, let's just say he's in a wheelchair now, I help him out a lot."

"Well that's sweet of you, unless of course you use it to flirt with ignorant girls."

He laughed, "believe me when I say I don't."

At that moment Allan's friends, well at least they seemed to be his friends, walked over. They plopped down right next to us.

"Allan, please don't tell me you're flirting with him already?" One of them said. "Oh, the poor guy doesn't know what he got himself into." The other one added.

I arched my eyebrow and Allan just laughed and punched the friend who was the closest to him in the shoulder. They turned to look at me and apparenty my face betrayed me because they're smiles turned into guilty looking faces, wel except for Allan's, who was still shimmering with amusement.

"Oh, we just thought.." "We were only joking, you know that right..?" "I mean, I didn't, I mean we didn't.." "Look we just.. wow, this is awkward.."

By now Allan was almost shaking with laughter, I was still waiting on some sort of explanation.

"So you're gay?" I asked since it seemed like no one was about to tell me.

"What? Oh, yeah." Allan said while wiping a single tear away from his eye with his pinky. (A tear from laughter.)

"Why? Do you have a problem with that?" One of the, still not so smart looking, guys piped up.

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrow at that, -again-. "No, I happen to support the gay community. And I know you will ask it anyway so let me clear it up for you, yes I'm gay too."

One of them quickly closed his mouth when I added the last part, as I had though that was the question he wanted to ask.

Allan seemed to be highly amused at his friends and apparently this had been 'one of the best moments' of his life.

After introducing his, still a little embarrassed, friends, Chad and Ben, we talked for about 20 minutes. It turned out that Ben and Chad had become friends because they both got into detention for making the teacher feel 'awkward' what I didn't find surprising, at all. And that they became friends with Allan because he was good at helping them with staying out of trouble.

"Benjamin, Chadwick! Where the hell are those guys?" The sudden call made them look up. I chuckled, "Chadwood and Benjamin?"

They became a little more red than before, Allan answered my question. "Their full names, but they like to call themselves Ben and Chad, because they think it sounds more 'cool'." He made the quotation marks in the air.

"Yes it's our full names. very funny, ha-ha" Ben said. "And it does sound a lot cooliar!" Chad added.

"Cooliar, really?" I asked, sounding amused.

"We agreed that you could say the word when there were no people around!" Ben snapped at Chad.

"Oh, it's just a word Ben get over it!" "It's not just a word it's a-"

"CHAD, BEN! IF YOU DON'T COME OVER HERE RIGHT NOW-!"

"Gotta go, boss is calling!" Ben said. "You mean your dad?" Chad chuckled. "Oh shut up, mister my father-is-in-the-marine."

"Bye Kurt!" Ben said before Chad could say anything about his last remark. "Nice meeting ya!" Chad smiled and then waved.
They didn't seem to stop arguing on their way back, towards the angry man standing there.

"I swear, those two can be something.." Allan laughed.

"Yeah, they seem nice though." I couldn't help but see the similarity between them and Jeff and Nick. Suddenly I was hoping they hadn't met each other, or would ever meet each other actually.

"They are," he smiled. "So how about your friends? Are they as weird as mine?"

I laughed, "Yes, definitely." He laughed too.

"Oh, hi Blaine!" I turned around quickly but only to see Mercedes smiling at me. "I knew I could get your attention somehow."

I blushed, feeling rather dumb for actually believing that Blaine would be here, but knowing I would probably turn around every time his name was mentioned.

Mercedes laughed when I gave her a glare,-what was it with those people today? was my death glare not scary anymore?-.

Suddenly I remembered Allan was still sitting there as well, I refused to blush again, I tried to change the subject.

"Oh, erm- Mercedes this is Allan. Allan, Mercedes, my best.." I paused for a second to glare one more time "friend."

"Nice to meet ya, Mercedes." Allan smiled and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, too."

"So who's Blaine?" Allan asked, sounding amused. -seriously what was that kid on?- I sighed but before I could answer him Mercedes piped up.

"Kurt's boyfriend." She said, chuckling.

Allan arched an eyebrow, the smile still not leaving his face. "Really now? You didn't mention him." He looked at me.

-I seriously had to stop blushing-. "Blaine is not my boyfriend, he is just a friend." It's not that I didn't want him to be...

"So Kurt has a boyfriend?" Allan looked at Mercedes, totally ignoring the statement I had just made.

"Seriously, is neither of you listening to what I'm saying? He is not my boyfriend!"

"Oh, are we talking about Blaine here?" Another voice raised.

This time I saw Nick and Jeff standing behind me. I suppressed the need to face-palm myself.

"I thought he wasn't able to come?" Jeff asked.

I sighed, -seriously/. Was it mock Kurt and annoy him to death-day or something?- "For the hundredth time, Blaine is a friend. And no he isn't here either.

"I thought the Andersons only went camping a few times a year? When it's like really hot, or something." Jeff said.

"Wait, Anderson as in 's family?" Allan asked, looking directly at me now.

"Erm-yeah, why?" I asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, and I'm just saying, then he probably wouldn't have come here with you anyway." He stated.

"Why not?" I asked again.

"Oh, that just has to do with a stupid legend, it's a long story really"

"What is it, then?"

"It's dumb really, I'm sure you'll laugh." I didn't know why but there was just something about the way he said it that made me feel as if it was more important than I could understand.

I tried to look at him the way Blaine always did which caused me to feel extremely dizzy. I knew it couldn't have the same effect, or even close but I was hoping that he didn't have a lot of experience with flirting.

"Will you please tell me?" It either worked or he was amused at my attempts because he smiled at me.

"Well, why don't we go for a walk then?" Allan said.

I tried to hide the smug smile that I felt creeping onto my face, -ew, that was so Finn!-.

"Sure," I tried to turn it into a genuine smile.

Allan jumped up and starting walking towards the shore line. I quickly got up and followed him, excusing myself from my friends.

I felt a cold breeze when I got closer to the shoreline, I put my hands in my pockets and suppressed a shiver.

"So how old are you?" I asked. Hoping that my acting skills could pass of as flirting.

"I just turned fifteen," he said smiling.

"Really?" I said full of fake surprise. "I thought you were older."

He seemed to walk a little taller, "well I am tall for my age, so that's probably it."

"Do you visit Forks often?" I asked, trying to sound like I hoped the answer would be 'yes'. I didn't feel very guilty for leading him on, maybe a little.

"No, not really." He said frowning. "But I'm working on a car now, my uncle said that if I finish it I can have it so then I'll be able to visit as much as I want." He smiled, "well at least when I have my drivers license."

"Oh," I tried to sound impressed. "So, what exactly did you mean by 'long story' aka 'legend'?"

"Well, I'm not even sure I am allowed to tell you." He bit his lip, seeming a bit serious for the first time since I met him.

"Well, I won't tell anyone?" I tried. "I'm just curious," I sent him a -hopefully- seductive smile.

He did seem a little bit seduced, even if it was just a little. He raised his eyebrow and his voice sounded even deeper than before.

"Do you like scary stories?"

"I love them," I said enthusiastically. -even though I didn't, at all-. I sent him another look, trying to get my eyes smoldering like Blaine always did. - no I wasn't laying it on to thick, okay?-.

Allan walked to a nearby driftwood tree, its roots sticking out forming some sort of spider formed bench. We both sat down on one of the roots, the tree nearly bending. He was still smiling, staring down at the rocks. I payed attention to keeping the look of interest in my eyes.

"So, have you ever hear of our old legends? About where we Quiletes come from- I mean." He started.

"No, not really." I confessed.

"There are quite a few actually, some even going back to the Flood- Apparently the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest, thickest trees on a mountain to survive, kind of like Noah and the ark." He smiled, it proved that he didn't really have much faith in that story.

"Well, another legend claims that we descended from wolves, that the wolves are still our brothers. As you may have know it is forbidden to hunt them.

Then there are the stories about the cold ones." His voice went even lower, if that was possible.

I tried not to shiver at his voice. "The.. cold ones?" I asked, not faking my interest this time.

"Yes, there are different stories about that. Some of them as ancient as our first tribe stories, others much more recent. According to one of the more recent ones, my own great-grandfather knew some of them. Supposedly he was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our land." He rolled his eyes.

"Your great-grandfather?" I asked him.

"Yeah, he was the tribal elder, like my father is now. The cold ones are said to be the natural enemies of the wolf- not really the wolf himself, but the wolves that can turn into man, like our ancestors. Or probably as you would call them 'werewolves'.

"Wait, so werewolves have enemies?"

"Only one."

"I thought silver was their enemy?"

He laughed. "Not that I know of."

I waited for him to continue the story, I didn't know if there was much more to it, but I couldn't help my curiosity.

"You see, the cold ones are traditionally our enemies. But this pack that came to our territory during that time was different. They didn't hunt the way others of their kind did. They weren't supposed to form a danger to the tribe. So they made a pact, if they would promise to stay off our lands, we wouldn't expose them to the pale-faces." He finished it with a wink.

"But if they weren't dangerous, then why weren't they allowed on your land?" I tried to understand, trying not to let him see the importance of this simple 'ghost story'.

"There's always a risk for humans to even be around the cold ones, even if this civilized like this clan was. You never know when they might get too hungry to resist."

"What exactly do you mean with 'civilized'?"

"Well to put it simply, they claimed that they didn't hunt humans. That somehow they were able to prey on animals instead."

I tried not to let him notice my heart was beating rather fast by now. "But how does that fit in with the Andersons? Are you saying that they are like the cold ones your great-grandfather met?"

"No," there was a dramatic pause. "They are the cold ones my great-grandfather met."

He must have thought the expression on my face was fear of the way he was telling the story because he smiled pleased and continued.

"There are more of them now though, a new female and a new male, but I'm pretty sure the rest are the same. In my great-grandfather's time they already knew of the leader, Anthony. He'd been there and gone before your people had even arrived." He was definitely smiling at the look on my face.

"So what are they?" I finally dared to ask. "What are the cold ones?"

"Blood drinkers," he replied in a simple, chilling voice. "Also known as vampires."

I adverted my gaze, hoping to hide some of the emotions that were definitely spread across my face.

"You have goose bumps," he said proudly.

I chuckled, more out of nervousness than I'd care to admit. "You're a very good storyteller," I complimented him, but still not looking at him.

"It's crazy right? No wonder my dad doesn't want us to talk about it." He laughed.

I didn't trust my face entirely yet so I still didn't look at him, "Don't worry, I won't say a word."

"I think I just violated the treaty," he said, still smiling.

"I don't you have something to worry about, I really won't tell anyone.." I finally shivered.

"But definitely don't tell Burt, okay? He was quite upset when my dad told him we weren't going to the hospital here anymore because of Dr. Anderson."

"I promise."

"So I guess I'm now the weird, superstitious friend." He said playfully, but a glister in his eye betrayed him.

"No, I just think you're really good at storytelling." I finally turned around to face him, giving him, hopefully, a broad smile. "Look, I even still have goosebumps." I raised my arm.

"Awesome," he laughed.

I heard the sound of rocks crashing under shoes, we looked up and I saw that Mercedes and Tina were walking towards us.

"There you guys are," came the relieved voice of Mercedes.

"Yeah, sorry we kind of got carried away." Allan answered.

"It's getting late and the sky is turning darker as well, so we're going." Tina informed me.

"So.. when I get my drivers license-"

"You should definitey visit Forks some time." I winked at him, hoping Mercedes didn't see it.

He smiled broadly, nodding contently. I knew I was being a little unfair towards him, but to be honest I really liked spending time with him. He was a fun person to be around and everything just seemed a little less serious, at least for a while.

"So what were you guys doing here," Mercedes hinted.

I rolled my eyes, "Allan was telling me some local legends." I didn't tell her what they were about, that had multiple reasons. "It was very interesting," I smiled at him earning a broad smile back.

It seemed like Mercedes wouldn't let this go just jet, she was looking at me with a you-will-explain-all-of-this look, but I had a feeling she wasn't talking about the legends.

Jeff and Nick were waving at us to come over. I looked up at the sky and saw the threatening clouds pack together into one bigger cloud, predicting rain.

"It was fun seeing you again," Allan said smiling.

"It was. You know, next time Burt visits your dad again I'll see if I can come too."

He gave me the biggest smile yet, "awesome".

When I walked towards the car I fellt the first raindrops land on my skin and in my hair. We hasted into the cars, because luckily everything was already packed into the trunks.

I looked through the window of the car, leaning against the side of the car. I was sitting next to Tina who was busy talking to Mike so at least I would have some time to think. I still had no idea what to make of the legend stories.. I tried really hard to avoid the big question that was there inside my head. I closed my eyes and tried to let my mind shut up.