They Could Hardly Believe Their Eyes!

Home Is Where the Heart Is

If she could have cried, she surely would have. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine what she saw before her golden eyes now. That little thing had surprised Peter and Char when Camille finally uncloaked herself she had the eyes of a vegetarian vampire.

"I'm a protector of human's first, vampire second! So I feed only from animals. I have even managed to hunt only the weak, the infirm and the dying. I tried very hard not to upset the balance too much, wherever I went" she explained to them in that bar,

But here before her was a whole tribe of her people, not her tribe, but definitely her people! They were chanting and the drums were beating. Quil Ateara the third, Shaman of the Quileutes met her at the edge of the village. He greeted her in the time-honoured way between two Shamans, and then he held out a cloak, the type of dressing she hadn't worn for many years. Then together they entered the village of La Push and finally into the tribal meeting hut.

The ground below their feet had been strewn with herbs as a welcome for her and a blessing. But the most shocking sight was the young man on his knees before her as she entered the building. There was no doubt in her mind he was a Lahote; he almost exactly resembled her beloved Lu'kka and his father before him.

"I am Paul, grandmother!" he said with a catch in his voice as he stood to step into her embrace.

All the wolves were surprised; she didn't smell like a vampire at all. In fact, she smelt more like them than anything else. Cah'mel was stunned by the acceptance she'd received, the feeling of once more belonging somewhere. Even when the feasting commenced she was shocked to be presented with animal blood to drink.

"We have learned much from our neighbours Cah'mel. Making us less judgemental and more accepting of what the spirits bring our way. How can we expect to achieve enlightenment if we do not open our eyes and our hearts?" Old Quil said at her bemused look.

Tomorrow she would meet the other supernaturals, but today was for them alone. This was the rejoicing of a people, old traditions brought forth by the return of a lost ancestor.

TCHBTE

All of the many other communities around La Push heard the tribal drums and the upraised voices of the people. They were really happy for them, each of them had intermingled more so than the Quileutes. So having different species among them was less alarming. Heavens the fairy Queen had just recently taken a vampire to her heart and her bed. This was quite normal now for them all; they saw only that it strengthened them, with their diversity.

Bella and Jasper were spending the day together; she was showing him all her favourite hangouts. Each suited to a different element in her make-up. The calm waterfall, the mountains which he'd seen after her renovations. The open landscape where the sun could beat down on her and the forest where the wind whistled through the trees. They were all different from each other, but all tied together by her presence.

"There's not much call for an elemental in day to day life. But I usually have a large role to play during our rituals and things like that. I mainly just use my powers for small things and concentrate on basic magic. It doesn't come all that naturally to me. The same as the elements don't sit well with others and tend to get away from them. Each to there own as they say!" Bella explained to him and he understood, because gifts were like that, except others couldn't master yours or vice versa.

But what Jasper noticed, was that the magical folk weren't power crazy with their magic, unlike vampires with gifts. There was next to none of, my magic is better than yours! Whereas that happened all the time in the vampire world. Bella said usually it was just friendly rivalry or occasionally family-oriented. How did they deal with it, easy Bella told him, with 'Hex Wars'! Not real wars but set aside days where anything goes.