Under The Moon and Stars

(Dakota Gray's POV)

The moment I was born, there were already things hunting me. I was the daughter of a vampire, and a werewolf, better known as a shapeshifter. War had broken out between the shifters and vampires the last time one of these children was born. That was centuries ago. Now, the werewolves and vampires simply kept their distance. My mother and father couldn't. My father was a werewolf, my mother a vampire. Vampires aren't supposed to have children. The children are too bloodthirsty, too powerful. They'll cause chaos. Many will die. I was different. Because of my father being a werewolf, I wasn't born fully a vampire. I wasn't as bloodthirsty. But being part vampire does mean I have to feed on blood occasionally. Usually once a month. Otherwise I can feed normally. I do prefer human food. Especially tacos. Those are really good. But back to the story.

My parents raised me away from the pack. Although my father's pack wouldn't be able to attack my mother (because he imprinted on her) they chose to raise me away from it all. They don't even know I exist. It's for the best.

Twenty years we lived in the outskirts of Alaska. Sure, it was rough at first for my parents. They had a baby on the way and no where to go. But slowly they were able to find a living.

My father taught me everything I needed to know about survival, my mother taught me elegance, and all that of a lady. I was home schooled. I suppose they knew that one day they'd be found and I would have to take off into the world. I still remember their last words to me.

It was a regular day, unlike any other. My father had been coming home from work (at a construction sight). I had been upstairs in my room, reading a book (paranormal romance, it's quite interesting to see how humans perceive vampires. Quite hilarious. Not all vampires are muscular or bulky and hot, trust me I know). I suddenly heard my parents arguing, then my mother rushing up the stairs.

She was beautiful, long curly chocolate brown locks, golden eyes, slightly tan skin. She usually dressed well too. My father always said I looked like her (except for the eyes. Mine were gray, like my father's, and they turned silver when I turned into a wolf)

"Dakota!" She yelled at me. She was worried and frantic. She started looking around my room.

"Mom! What's wrong?" I was totally confused at the moment.

Then she found what she was looking for. It was my emergency backpack. It had some of my clothes, a first aid kit, money and other stuff.

"Mom...?"

"Dakota, listen to me. You need to go. Remember everything we've taught you. Use your skills. Get out of here. They've found us. Find the Cullens, they'll know what to do. Forks, Washington! Go!" My mother had pushed me out of the house. I tried to stay back.

Just as I was about to head back I saw my father, in wolf form (huge wolf black with specks of gray in his fur, silver eyes, a deep growl) he was fighting someone. Clawing at them. I saw enough to know it was a vampire. His skin glistened in the faint sunlight. The vampire was faster than my father. He grabbed my father, all I heard was a whimper and a crack. I couldn't bear to look. I knew enough from hearing my mother's scream.

I ran. I couldn't go back. I needed to find whoever those Coles, wait no Cullens, were. Ma said they would help, I could only hope she was right. For now, I had to find the nearest town.

Which takes me back here, where I am now. It was safer to travel in daylight, or at least where there was more people. But at this time there was nobody traveling anywhere. My best option was to find a hotel or motel somewhere. Then I could at least be safe for tonight. I was tired anyways. I had taken on my wolf form to get to town faster. I only hope that no one saw me.