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Sin's Of The Father	By : fusedtwilight Category: Twilight Series > General Views: 2997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sins of the Father
Chapter 5
Your Dad Is Who?
Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta animegirlkiki for betaing, thanks to Musiccality101 and Stina Whatever for reviewing. Last chapter Qahla was freed from the stone the Quileute's found and got into some trouble, now we get to see what happens when he crashes their party.
"Everyone this is the boy I told you about, his name is Qahla," Claire said.
She held up the tree frog for everyone to see. "Look, he made me a tree frog."
"Jake, that's the kid who I hit with my car," Rachel said again.
"And that's the kid who ate my pie!" Embry said.
Qahla smiled and rubbed his tummy. "It was a good pie."
He looked over at Rachel and smiled. "Hello lady, don't worry, I am okay now. I heal very quick."
Rachel looked like she was about to faint.
"Qahla, show them another magic trick!" Claire said.
"Please, there is no such thing as magic," one of the wolves said.
He had a stick over the fire, roasting some marshmallows.
Qahla raised his hand and pointed it at the fire. The fire roared to life, raising ten feet in the air. The wolves backed away from it in fear.
Qahla lowered his hand and the fire returned to normal.
The wolf's face was black with soot and his eyebrows were singed. The stick he was holding had been reduced to cinders, along with the marshmallows.
"Whoa!" the wolf said.
Jake stared in shock as the child caused the fire to roar to life.
He still held the stone by the strings. The rock was so hot now he knew if he touched it, it would burn him.
"Jake, what do we do?" Sam asked.
"Easy, let's go talk to him," Jake said.
They walked forward; Claire was showing the frog to everyone. Telling them how Qahla made it out of sand.
"How do you make a frog out of sand?" Jared asked.
"I breathed life into it," Qahla said, as if that was a simple answer.
All the wolves were circling them. Amazed there was a child who could do magic.
Qahla seemed to be enjoying all the attention. Then his eyes landed on Leah.
His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Then a look of pure joy filled his face and he ran to Leah.
"Mother!"
He wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a powerful hug.
No one was expecting this, especially Leah. She stared at Qahla who was still hugging her and then to the wolves.
"Mother, what happened? Where is father? What happened to the tribe?"
Qahla let go of Leah, a big bright smile on his face. Then the smile began to fade. "And why are you a wolf too? And Why don't you remember me? And why do you look different?"
"Look kid, I don't know how to tell you this but-"
"Your not my mother," Qahla said looking at the ground angrily.
There was a sound of thunder in the sky. The wolves looked up, the sky had once been clear but now there were clouds. The wind started to pick up.
"Where are they?" Qahla asked.
"Where's who?" Leah asked.
He glared at her and she took a step back, his yellow eyes were glowing. "My mother and father? Where are they!"
A sudden guts of wind began to blow. The wolves all backed away from Qahla, Quil grabbed Claire and pulled her away as well.
"Where's my family?" Qahla yelled.
Then to everyone's amazement and horror he began to levitate off the ground. Lightning began to flash in the sky and the wind was blowing so hard now that you could hear the branches in the trees swaying.
"I want my family! Give me my family!" Qahala yelled, his voice sounding much deeper and more ominous then before.
The wolves were at a loss at what to do, vampires they could handle, but a super-magical kid having a temper tantrum they had no idea what to do with.
Sam had the imprints leave with some of his wolves escorting them to safety.
"We have to stop him," Sam said.
"How?" Leah asked.
"If we phase we can-"
"We are not going to phase he is just a kid!" Leah snapped.
"Kids don't control the weather!" Sam snapped back.
"He just wants his family!"
It was not Qahla's fault, well not exactly. Imagine if you were a young child with great power. Imagine how at such a vulnerable and volatile state this power is tightly bound to your emotions.
Now imagine you wake up in a world where centuries pass, everyone you knew. Your family, your tribe, the people you knew, your way of life. The very world you knew was long gone and you were thrust in a world where you were confused, scared and all alone.
Now imagine how that would feel if you were just a small child.
Claire was struggling against Quil. "Qwil let me go, Qahla needs me!" Claire yelled.
"No! He's dangerous!" Quil yelled.
"No he's not! He's my friend!"
Quil would not let her go. Finally Claire did the only thing she could do. She threw the tree frog right at Quil's face.
The shock of having the little tree frog hit him in the eye caused Quil to let her go. Claire went running to Qahla. A part of her was afraid to get so close to him. Seeing him floating in the air, his eyes glowing like little mini-suns, the wind blowing around him like a vortex and the sky covered in lightning made him seem like a monster.
But she knew he wasn't.
"Qahla!" she yelled.
He ignored her.
"Qahla you stop this right now!" she yelled. "Do you hear me! You told me you were afraid they wouldn't like you. Well if you keep this up they won't."
He continued to ignore her, too lost in his fury.
"Please stop this, you're hurting them. They are my friends!" Claire yelled, almost crying.
Qahla's lips began to tremble. Tears leaked from his burning eyes. The wind began to die down and the sky calmed down. Qahla returned to the ground, his body shaking and he began to cry.
His eyes returned to normal, and Claire went over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Shh, it's okay," she said.
"I'm sorry, I just want my mommy and daddy back," he said.
Rain began to pour from the sky. As if the earth was weeping with Qahla.
The wolves gathered around the two. Quil held the tree frog in his hands. Part of him was confused as to what to do next, the other part was proud that his little Claire had saved the day.
Now the wolves had no idea to do. They had no idea exactly what they were dealing with.
As the water hit the stone steam rose from it as it had grown so hot it evaporated any water that touched it.
Qahla looked up, wondering what was making the hissing sound.
His eyes widened in recognition.
"That's my fathers," he said.
"Your fathers?" Jake asked.
"Yeah. My father, Taha Aki," Qahla said.
?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
"WHAT!" they all yelled.
"Your father is Taha Aki," Sam said.
"The great spirit chief," Jake said.
"The great wolf," Leah said.
"The white death," Quil said.
"The slayer of Utlapa," Collin said.
"The first great wolf," Paul said.
Qahla nodded. "Yes. He's my father." he raised his arm to touch the stone. "The last time I saw this was when father told me I had to take a nap for a while until he found a way to make me better. I remember touching the stone an-"
Before he could finish he touched the stone. When he did there was a powerful reaction.
When his skin made contact with the stone the stone began to glow with the same black and white light it did when Claire's blood dripped on it.
Every one closed their, unable to look at the bright light.
The rain stopped and the light faded.
Qahla was gone.

"Bring him back!" Claire yelled.
She beat her fists against Jake's legs. Jake held the stone in his hands. It was cool once more.
"Bring Qahla back now Jacob I mean it!" Claire shouted. Angry that Qahla was gone.
"Calm down Claire," Quil said gently.
"No, I want Qahla back! You can't just leave him in there all alone," Claire shouted.
"Take her back to your place Quil," Jake said.
Quil picked her up and she fought him. She begged and pleaded for Jake to bring Qahla back.
They waited until her cries were a distant sound.
"So...what the hell do we do now?" Leah asked.
"We put this damned thing back where you found it," Sam said.
"We can't just leave him in a stone in a box. I mean, he is just a kid. And what if someone finds him?" Leah said.
"Did you see what he did? That kid is far from normal," Sam said.
"But he is Taha Aki's son," Seth said, "I think we owe our great chief more than that. We should help take care of him."
"How do we know he really is Taha Aki's son?" Paul asked. "I mean, I think they would have mentioned one of his sons having freaky powers like that."
Paul had a point. Jake had no recollection of any story involving Qahla.
"We will wait until tomorrow for my dad to return. We will let him translate the book and we will go from there," Jake said.
Jake put the stone around his neck. It felt so light, you would not think there was a living being inside it.

Later that night Jake drove to the Cullen's. He did not tell anyone where he was going. He was hoping the Cullen's powers might be able to help him out.
It was about ten at night and he pulled up to their house in his rabbit.
He was thinking about the meadow and wondering if Bella and Edward had been there yet.
Before he could knock on the door it flew open and a livid Edward stood in the doorway.
"It was you!" he roared.
"Oh shit!" Jake went to run, but in his human form he was nowhere near as fast as he was in his wolf form.
Not that it mattered. The second he turned Bella was in front of him, her arms crossed, a look of deep anger on her face.
"Oh, hey Bells," Jake said with a nervous laugh.
"How could you Jake! Our Meadow!" Bella said, her face filled with anger and pain.
"I'm sorry, please, let me explain," Jake said. He backed up but ran into Edward.
"It was bad enough you imprinted on my daughter, but now you sullied the most sacred place in my life," he growled.
Things were looking bad for Jake. Caught between two very angry vampires things never looked so grim.
But luck was on Jake's side.
Alice poked her head out the door. "Oh let it go, kill the dog later. We need to talk," she said.
Edward stepped to the side to let him pass. "Yes, we will settle this later Black."
Not feeling comfortable with the two at his back Jake quickly made his way into the Cullen house. Alice closed the door behind them and glared at Jake.
"What are you wolves up to now?" she asked.
"What are you talking about?" Jake asked.
"All day we have been feeling a strong pull towards La Push," Bella said. Her voice was collected but Jake knew she was still pissed with him.
"A pull?...When did it begin?" he asked.
"Around noon," Bella said.
That was around the time Qahla appeared from the stone.
"Qahla? Who is that?" Edward asked.
Jake smiled and held up the black stone. "This is."

A little less than an hour later and Jake was just finishing telling the Cullens the story.
He put extra emphasis on how it was Leah who started to dig up the meadow and how he was very against it from the beginning.
"So you're telling us there is a child inside this stone with mystical powers who claims to be the son of your Taha Aki?" Carlisle asked.
Jake nodded. "It is all because of the book my great-grandfather sent me. But it is written in Quileute so I don't know what it means."
"Dude, how can you not know what it means?" Emmett asked. "You're Quileute."
Jake's face flushed with embarrassment. "I can understand the language, I just can't read it."
"May we see this stone?" Carlisle asked.
Jake took the stone off from around his neck and placed it on Carlisle's desk. Everyone stared at it.
"Looks like just an ordinary piece of crap to me," Rosalie said snarkly.
Jake glared at her, annoyed at her disrespect.
"The pull did end a few hours ago. It must be because this Qahla was sealed inside the stone," Jasper said.
"But how is that even possible?" Esme asked.
"It's magic. Our stories tell how our ancestors were capable of such things," Jake said.
"You mean like the spirit warriors and how they could control the weather and animals once they left their bodies?" Bella asked. She vaguely recalled when Jake took her to the bonfire where Billy told the story of the spirit warriors and Taha Aki.
"Yeah, but they could only do all that after they left their bodies and entered the spirit world. It left their physical bodies in a coma like state until they returned. But this kid almost caused a hurricane and he didn't fall unconscious or anything."
"And you have no stories that mention this child?" Carlisle asked.
"No, I mean our stories mention many of his sons, but nothing about Qahla or or a kid that could use magic."
"So why did you bring him here?" Emmett asked.
"He is hoping maybe our powers could help him learn more about this childs power," Edward said.
"If you wouldn't mind," Jake said.
"I don't sense anything from the stone," Jasper said.
"Neither do I," Edward said.
"Well...maybe we should let the little scamp out," Emmett said.
"What are you nuts?" Rose said. "That is like letting a bull loose in a glass shop."
"But with Jasper around we can keep him nice and calm," Alice said.
"I wouldn't ask this of you all unless I had to. But this kid has a lot of the others freaked out and I don't want to keep him stuck in this thing for another dozen centuries," Jake said.
The Cullen's all looked at one another.
"We would be happy to help," Carlisle said with a smile.
"Speak for yourself," Rose said.
"Alright, so how do we get this little dude out?" Emmett asked.
"Well...Claire said some of her blood fell on it and that is when he appeared so maybe if we give it some blood it will release him again," Jake said. "So where are we going to get blood?"
He noticed all the Cullen's were looking at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Think of it moron, we need blood sooooo?" Rose asked.
"Me? Why me?" Jake asked.
"Well, in case you have forgotten we don't have blood anymore," Bella said.
"Wait, I thought you had some human blood stashed somewhere?" Jake asked.
"Well, since Bella isn't human anymore and we have been trying to get Nessie to drink more animal blood we haven't kept things stocked up," Edward said.
"So guess who our donor is?" Rose asked with a wicked smile.
Bella swiped her hand at Jake's arm. He felt her nail slice into his arm, drawing some blood. It healed in a second but it still hurt.
"Ow Bella!" Jake said.
"Think of it as the start of your penance," she said.
She held her finger over the stone and let a single drop of blood fall on it.
At first nothing happened. Then like before it began to emit a black and white light that blinded them all. When they opened their eyes they saw Qahla was now standing on Carlisle's desk he was soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of jean shorts and his bracelets.
He blinked twice and looked around.
"Not again," he groaned.

A few minutes later Qahla was sitting in the living room drinking a warm cup of chocolate and a dry blanket around his shoulders.
He didn't have another freak out after they freed him, when he saw Jake he figured he wasn't gone for so long this time.
Introductions were made and Esme made him something to drink.
Qahla was not intimidated by the Cullens. In fact he seemed to be fascinated by them. Like with the wolves he saw through the spirit world and saw the Cullen's aura was sparkly and they looked like living breathing crystal statues.
And they had skin white as snow.
He was amazed Edward could hear thoughts like him, he was amazed Alice had visions, he was amazed he couldn't hear Bella's thoughts and he knew Jasper wanted to drink his blood but he wasn't scared.
He knew all the Cullens thought he had really good smelling blood, but he knew if they did try to attack him he could defend himself.
He had done it before.
"So Qahla, what is the last thing you remember?" Carlisle asked.
"Well, mother and father had been keeping me inside our hut a lot. The others were getting more and more angry and afraid of me and they didn't want me to be all by myself. Then father went away for some time...I think a week. When he came back he talked to mother about something. She cried a lot and I knew father had found a way to protect me from the tribe and the spirits but it made him and mother really sad. He told me to touch the stone that it would keep me safe. I touched the stone and then I was staring at Claire."
He took a sip of his hot chocolate. It was sweet, not like blueberry, but still sweet in a different way.
"What do you mean by it would protect you from spirits?" Carlisle asked.
"Well, father said my power drew spirits. That they were drawn to my aura because it made them strong. Father and the other warriors spent a lot of time keeping them from attacking the tribe. That was one of the reasons why the tribe hated me because I drew monsters, I made them strong."
He leaned against Esme. Not bothered by her cold body. Esme, acting on instinct ran her hand over his head, petting his hair affectingly.
"Qahla, why do you have these powers?" Carlisle asked.
Qahla shrugged. "I was born this way. Father and mother said I was blessed by the spirits. The others said I was cursed."
"You are not cursed, just special," Esme said feeling a need to make Qahla feel better.
Qahla smiled.
"Thank you Esme. But I am not in need of support. I know bad things follow me and I accept it," he said.
Esme's heart broke for this child. He was so young, but his eyes were so much older.
"I like your eyes, you all have pretty eyes. I thought I was the only one in the whole wide world with yellow eyes."
He looked at Edward and spoke to him mentally.
"I also think it is cool you can hear thoughts too. Father said he and the spirit warriors could hear each other's thoughts, but only when they were in spirit form. But they didn't go into spirit forms because of the bad man."
"Jacob and his wolf friends can hear one another's thoughts when they are in wolf form," Edward replied.
"You can hear the thoughts of the wolves?" Qahla asked.
Jake smiled. "Yes, your father found that out when his sons turned into wolves too."
Qahla frowned. "Sons? But father and mother had no other children but me."
Jake immediately focused on shielding his thoughts. His years of experience with the pack gave him an edge.
"Come to think of it, the wolf said father had descendants. So does that mean we are related?" Qahla asked.
"Yes. See me and all the other wolves are descended from Taha Aki, that is why we can turn into wolves. My family, the Blacks are the chief's of La Push," he said.
"Are you the chief?" Qahla asked.
"No, my father is. But one day I will be," Jake said.
"Well, I hate to break it to you Jake, but I am releasing you from your duty," Qahla said sipping his drink.
"What?" Jake asked confused.
"Well, since I am Taha Aki's firstborn son the duty does fall onto me," he said.
"He does have a point," Emmett said.
"Hey, it doesn't work like that," Jake said.
"Don't worry; you can be my second in command. You and the other wolves can be my loyal subjects," Qahla said with a smile.
"It doesn't work like that kid," Jake said annoyed.
Qahla was amused by Jacob's attitude.
"Qahla, can you turn into a wolf too?" Edward asked.
"Oh yes, I can turn into other things. Watch."
Qahla took of his blanket and put down his drink. He jumped off the couch and in front of everyone he turned into a small male deer.
"Cool!" Emmett said.
"Amazing," Bella said.
"Fascinating," Carlisle said.
The deer then transformed into a small eagle. Then a moose, then a mountain lion. Then finally back into a human boy. He had transformed his jean shorts back into the deerskin kilt it had been.
"He even transforms his clothes. We can't even do that," Jake said.
"Jacob...I need to know. What happened to my mother and father?" Qahla asked.
Jake looked at the Cullens.
"I know you know Jake, please tell me, I won't freak out I promise," Qahla said.
A little while later Jake and Qahla sat together alone in the Cullen's living room.
They had left, giving them some privacy.
Jake told him the story. About Utlapa's betrayal (which Qahla already knew about) all the way to the third wife.
"Father married twice?" Qahla asked.
"After your mother died of course," Jake said.
"Mommy," Qahla said tearing up.
"I know how you feel, I lost my mom when I was really young," Jake said.
"What was she like?" Qahla asked.
"Well...I can't really remember. I recall she was really sweet and living. A lot like Esme. But I was so young then, I can't remember those days too well," Jake said.
"I can help with that," Qahla said with a smile.
He put his hand on Jake's arms.
Images began to flash in Jake's mind. Memories gray with age and dusty from time became fresh once more.
He remembered his mother holding him in her arms, she sat in a rocking chair, a bottle held in her hands, feeding him some milk. Her eyes beamed with love.
His mother giving him a bubble bath. His arms splashed wildly, throwing water in the air. He laughed madly, his mothers laugh was like the sound of angels as he splashed her.
His mother coming into his room in the middle of the night. He had woken her up, he had wet his bed and he was ashamed of what he did. He was afraid she would be mad but she just kissed him on his head. Took of his dirty sheets and got him some new ones, tucking him back in and telling him it was okay, everyone wet their beds when they were young.
His mother on the front porch, sowing some of his sisters clothes while they talked about boys and Jake played with Embry and Quil.
So many memories, so many feelings and emotions that went with them.
"Stop!" Jake yelled.
He jumped up, unable to deal with it any more.
"I am sorry, I just wanted to be nice," Qahla said sadly. "I try to do good but bad thing happen when I am around."
"It's okay, just...give me a minute," he said.
When his mother died, he had cried, but her death had been the least painful for him. He was so young then, he barely had any comprehension of life or death.
His mother's death had affected his sisters and father hundreds of times worse than it had him.
But now that those childhood memories were back, so fresh with all the feelings that went with it a part of him was happy he remembered him again, another part was feeling a sense of profound loss.
"Sorry Jacob. All I ever do is hurt people. I'm sorry I ruined your party over, I am sorry I made you remember your mother. I am so stupid," Qahla said.
Jake sent next to Qahla, putting his arm around his shoulders. "You just have to be careful about messing with people's heads is all bud."
"Bud?" Qahla asked confused.
"Yeah, it is short for buddy," Jake said with a smile.
"Buddy?...We are friend?"
"Sure."
"Wow. First Claire then you, I am liking the future."
He got a thoughtful look on his face.
"Jacob...could my father be alive?" Qahla asked.
Jake didn't know how to answer. The stories said Taha Aki left after his wife died. They never said he died. But if his imprint was dead why would he want to live.
If anything happened to Nessie Jake wouldn't want to live either.
"I...don't think he is Qahla," Jake said.
Qahla began to tear up. "Why did he leave me? I thought he loved me."
"We'll find out tomorrow. Qahla, my great-grandfather left a book. With the book was a map, it was show we found you. The book might tell us how Ephraim came to hide you and the stone. It might answer some questions."
"Wait...why didn't you read it?"
"It's in Quileute."
"But you are Quileute."
"I can only speak it...not read it."
"...And you think I shouldn't be the chief."
Jake gently shoved him and Qahla giggled.
He yawned and rubbed his eyes. "I am feeling sleepy."
"Then let's get you to bed," Jake said.
Esme appeared and led them to Jacob's old room. Esme took off Qahla's kilt, belt and bracelets. She frowned at the knife attached to his belt. I knew right away she did not approve of a child having such a sharp weapon.
Qahla still had a loincloth on and Esme put him Edward's old bed.
"Jake," Qahla said.
I kneeled next to the bed. "Yeah?"
"I am sorry I ruined your party," he said.
"It's okay," Jake said.
"Hey Jake."
"Yeah?"
"Are you really my friend?" he asked.
"Of course, and so is Claire," he said.
Qahla smiled.
"I never had a friend before."
He shut his eyes and fell asleep. Jake and Esme left the room, leaving him to sleep. Jake noticed Esme was holding the knife in her hands.
She was still frowning at it.
"Try not to get to upset about it," Jake said," in those days kids were allowed to do a lot of things that would be frowned on today."
"It's not that," she said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Jake, look at it," she said.
She held it out for Jake to get a better look at.
The knife was made of an odd substance. It wasn't metal; it was sort of like a rock.
"What is wrong with it?" Jake asked.
"It's not metal Jake. This knife is forged from human bone," she said.
"What?"
"I can smell it. Someone took a human bone and carved it into a knife," she said.
Quileute's didn't do that. They used sharp rocks to make our weapons.
"Maybe...there is something significant about it," Jake said.
"I hope so. It is bad enough to give him a knife, but one made from bone?" she shuddered.
"Well, maybe Taha Aki didn't want to leave him defenseless," Jake said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Remember what he said? How spirits were drawn to his power?"
She nodded.
"Well, if spirits were drawn to him then...why won't they be now?"
Fusedtwilight: Next chapter some bad things show up, drawn to Qahla and Qahla decides it is time for him to take over the tribe. What will happen? Stay tuned.
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