Scary Tales
The class finally arrived at the beach, which near a forest of Le Push. During the beach, when I was playing my games, a familiar brother came.
"Hey Gaz!"
"Hey Dib."
"It's been a while! I missed you!"
"I know you did."
"I heard you got a car. I might able to upgrade it once you are old enough to drive."
"Whatever, since when do you build cars?"
"Well, I helped a few a bit after I saw a ship crashed, but ended up being a dud....so, how is Spoons?"
"Okay, I guess." I shrugged.
"Do you want to walk down the beach with me?" he asked.
I got up and walked beside him.
"So, anything new in Spoons?"
"Not much, you?"
"Fine, just making sure the Cullens don't bother with us, or at least, the parent's kids."
"Why?"
"They are not suppose to come here, but I can't give away too much."
"I don't like secrets......!"
He smiled nervously, then asked. "You still like scary stories, right?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"Then have you heard the story of the Quileuttes?
"Not really."
"Well there is lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood --- the ancient Quileuttes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive. Just like Noah and the ark." He grinned. "Another story is how people were descended by wolves or get bitten by them and that the wolves are our brothers still. It's against the law here to kill them.
"Then there are stories about the unfeeling, coldones." He hissed.
"The unfeeling, cold ones?" I asked.
"Yes. There are stories of them as old as the wolf legends. Some of them are much more recent. According to the legend, someone's great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one who made the treaty that kept them off their land." He rolled his eyes.
"Whose?"
"I am not sure. He was their tribal leader. You see, the unfeeling, cold ones are the natural enemies of the wolf -- well, the wolf and humans, but the wolves turn into men, like their ancestors."
"Werewolves have enemies?" I asked, not amused.
"Part of the supernatural law."
I blinked quietly.
"So you see," Dib continued, "the unfeeling, cold ones are traditionally our enemies. But this pack that came to our territory during someone's great-grandfather's time was different. The siblings didn't hunt the way like they do, they weren't supposed to be dangerous to the tribe. So he made a truce to them. If they promise to stay off their land, they wouldn't expose them to the pale faces."
"If they weren't dangerous...then why-?" I tried, but he interrupted me.
"There's always a chance they attack the humans or the world. Even if they were civilized like the clan was. You never know when they might get too hungry to resist."
"What do you mean by 'civilized'?"
"They said they don't hunt humans. They were somehow able to pray on animals instead."
"So the Cullens are the same ones?"
"Yes."
"What kind of species are they?"
"Alien blood drinkers," he replied.
I paused my game. Then I continued it.
"I see."
"I tried to tell others about this, even dad, but they wouldn't listen. Once I show them proof, they will believe me!"
"Good luck with that."
He waved good-bye and left, followed by a crab that was in his pants that I just placed as he was talking.
As I went back to the bus, I thought about it carefully. So Zim and his family are aliens......eh.
