This is a fictional character that I created for my fanfic "Imprinted". I will be posting bits of it on here. :) 

Chapter One ~ The Beginning

Zoye's POV
I ran stumbling towards the beach where Bella was headed to today. It wasn't a nice day to be out on the beach. But then again, it's almost never a nice day to be out in Forks. A shame I have to watch her or else Charlie might get a heart attack if she does anything stupid. Like, say, jump off that huge cliff. 

I just got back to Forks last night and this is what I'm faced with; a walking, breathing, non-feeling Living-dead half sister to watch over. Yep. Life couldn't be better. Sigh.

I was starting to feel restless when suddenly I heard a gut-wrenching high-pitched cry from the dangerous looking cliff. I looked up, up into the sky and saw a figure, not too gracefully falling down the cliff into the deep shadows of the monstrous waves. 

I was paralyzed, my whole body went numb for god-knows how long, and then I saw another figure diving in head first into the waters, so gracefully that someone would have thought he belonged in the water. I was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of his (definitely a his) dive, that I didn't even notice that the rain was falling down too heavily to seek shelter. 

Wanting to see for myself if he had survived his dive--and the first not so graceful one too of course--I forced myself to move towards the water. I lightly stepped around the upturned roots of the huge tree, and as I made my way just close enough for my feet to touch the water, I saw a figure--No, two figures making their way out to shore. 

Understanding downed on me too late. I heard someone--myself let out an anguished cry as I saw the now limp body in the strong and lean man's arms. 
"No no No..!" I couldn't breathe. I couldn't look away. I was desperately thinking of a way to bring her back, but I came up with nothing but more denial of what was happening in front of me.

As the man-no, Boy to be more precise, laid her gently down on the ground, I dropped down near her head and with shaking hands, tried cupping her fragile, almost breakable face. I heard soft whimpering, and broken sobs coming out of me. The rain was falling down so heavily that I couldn't even see her face. The boy was trying his hardest to bring her back, shouting words of encouragement, and pumping his fists on top of where her heart lay. 

Out of nowhere, it seemed, Sam Uley showed up, wearing nothing but cut-off jeans (the boy was the same too) and grasped the boy by his shoulders and urged him to stop, I don't know why. All I could do was hold her face close to me and deny the fact that she's never coming back. Sam Uley said something to me, but I didn't have ears for him. I was numb, shut off from the whole world. Somebody grabbed my hands and pulled me back from her. I didn't even think to protest. I just didn't have the energy for it. I was so tired. All I wanted to do was lay down next to Bella and fall asleep. This person now started to carry me, so I thought I should protest, just a little bit. 

I looked away from Bella long enough to focus on the person that was holding me up, half carrying me now. As I focused on his face, I saw a flicker of something, recognition p*** through his eyes. Oh, it was that boy. Now that I had a chance to see him clearly, I looked, really looked at him. For a long time. It seemed as if he was doing the same to me, except he still had that look in his eyes, like he just realized something. His mouth was slightly opened, and I could see the attractive sleekness of his neck leading up to his even more attractive jawline. I forgot how to breathe, let alone why I even turned around in the first place.

Sam asked him to do something, take me away from here, it seemed, and he started to move back towards Billy Black's house. I suddenly recalled something. A childhood memory. One where I was watching Bella play with a black haired tanned little boy while I watched from a distance. Then it clicked. This boy, who was holding me now was Jacob Black. 

 My skin suddenly felt very warm, and I had trouble breathing as I took him in. I couldn't see his features too well what with the rain and my own unrelenting tears streaming down on my face. I couldn't seem to stop them from gushing and spilling over. It felt like all of the pent-up emotions that I had kept in check all my life was suddenly getting too much and it needed a sort of release. It wouldn't stop, even as I noticed that the rain had stopped beating down on us. He very gently placed me on a soft cushiony ground, the sofa I think. I still couldn't look away, nor did he make any move to break the spell that kept him grounded, that held his gaze steadily on mine. He crouched down to eye level, and placed a warm afghan around my now trembling body, which had grown cold when he let me go.

As I struggled to keep my eyes open, to keep myself from slipping into the abiss of darkness, I saw him move to sit on the far edge of the sofa. I couldn't hold on any longer, and as I was slipping more and more into the darkness, the last thing I felt was his hands, gently catching me as I fell onto his lap. I didn't think I could come back.

I was pulled back from the blissful oblivion by soft murmurs coming to me as if through a tunnel. I struggled to stay out, but my body had other plans. My eyes opened into dim light, and all was a blur. I blinked once, twice trying to clear it, and as it did, I saw Jacob leaning on the kitchen counter talking on the phone. His face held the same anguish that I saw at first glance. He was speaking softly, trying not to make too much noise. Suddenly, as if feeling my eyes on him, he turned around to face me. He gestured for me to lie down, and hanged up on whoever it was on the phone.

He came and crouched down to my eye level infront of me, and carefully wiped away the few tears still evident on my face.

That was Sam. He was asking how you were." He murmured ho***ly, with his hand still on my cheek. His eyes were rimmed with red, and I could tell that he had been crying too. He lost his best friend for godsake, while I lost my half sister. As this thought ran through my head, I was struck with spasms and I was gasping for breath. I was sobbing uncontrollably again.

"I c-can't.. I-" It was getting too much for me. I tried to tell him how I couldn't breathe, and he somehow knew what i was trying to say. He pulled me upright on the couch, sat on the seat beside me and rubbed my back, trying to soothe my spasms and the sobs that were now wretching my whole body.

"Sshh.. I know." He murmured softly, comfortingly. But I didn't think he would know. Bella was like the big sister I always went to with my problems, and even though she wouldn't give me any decent advice, she still tries--tried to make me feel better. Affection never came easy for her, and she rarely knew what to say around me. But she still was a comfort. Now she'll never be there to sit quietly while I vent and rant. She'll never tell me that it isn't as bad as I think it is, and would never smile at me in her awkward way whenever I complimented her. I had no one. 

This realization was worst of all, because as Jacob drove me to the hospital, I was filled with more dread and hopelessness, that I thought I might suffocate from it all. I clutched at my seat, trying to even out my breathing, while jacob kept giving me concerned looks. As he laid his hands across my back from the seat, I looked at him in surprise, and just then realized that I was shivering uncontrollably. I was still in the rain soaked clothes. His arm was surprisingly very warm, almost toasty. A bit of the dread subsided.

"How.. How long, was I unconcious?" I asked, clearing my throat halfway through as I noticed how damaged it sounded.

He looked at me for a moment, and then looking away he replied, "About half an hour."

I took this in ation in, and tried not to p*** out again. So much must have happened at that time. I tried not to think about it.

"You're her little sister, aren't you?" He asked me hesitantly.

I winced, and replied faintly, "Half. Half sister. I'm Zoye Descourde`s."

He looked at me then, as he parked his old Rabbit near the hospital. I remember that car once belonging to his dad. Guess it's Jacob's now.

"Aren't you Charlie's daughter?" He asked me a bit confused like everyone got around Folks when I tell them my full name. No one around here knew that I was adopted, as my mother gave me up to a decent couple she met at the hospital right after she gave me birth. and so I went with my adopted father's name. After Charlie found out, he was always in contact, and asked my adopted dad to drop me off at Folks for visits during summer. Everyone just asumed that I lived with my mother, and that my last name is Swan. Sam Uley was one of the few that knew I'm adopted. I mostly hung around with him whenever Billy, Charlie and Harry went fishing and Bella and Jacob would go play together. He considered me a decent sub for a little sister, going off on "adventures" into the forest and telling me stories and legends about La Push. Sadly after a few years into high school in California, we lost touch. I didn't come for a visit in ages, and we rarely emailed.

"I.. It's a long story. I'm adopted, and I go by my adopted father's last name." I told him this much, and left it at that. He looked taken aback by my reply, and this was such a common expression that I rolled my eyes.

I took off the seatbelt, and opened the p***enger door to get out. I didn't look back to see if Jacob was doing the same. I looked ahead and waited for Jacob to guide me towards the building, because I didn't think I could make it alone.

Chapter Two ~ The Funeral

I was engulfed in a bone crushing hug by Charlie, and I tried to return the pressure. If he keeps this up, I will slowly run out of air and start gasping and sobbing at the same time, as I'm trying hard to keep a control over the waterworks. I squeeze my eyes shut, and in another moment Sam has gently disentangled Charlie from me and set him down on a chair. I was immediatly lifted off my feet in a comforting hug from Sam, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I burst out choking on my sobs and hugged him to myself tightly as he rubbed his hands soothingly down my hair. I didn't want to let go of the one person who I claimed as my brother. He set me down gently on the seat next to Charlie and took the seat to my left. He held my hands as I once again struggled to control my emotions.

"They are trying to keep her alive." There was hope in his voice as he uttered those words. I didn't want to listen in case those words fall short of the now spreading hope. I didn't look at him, I stared at Jacob, focusing on his expressions. He looked at me just as silently, and I knew that he was trying hard not to hope too.

I heard the catch that was in Sam's voice which I missed far too late. "But..?" I asked him in a barely audible whisper. I looked at his face, trying to figure out what he could be thinking.

"They won't be trying much longer. Another two hours or so, and that's it." He said, just as quietly so that only the both of us could hear.

I caught my breath, and before I can stop it, it came out in an agonized whoosh and I was left gasping again, clutching my chest as Bella did whenever the pain of Edward leaving her got too much for her to handle. I was expecting Sam to try to calm me down, but it was Jacob who wrapped his arms around me and started rocking me back and forth, tears streaming down his face.  

I'm also using her in the RPG of "The Mortal Instruments". 

Her Husband, Charlie Logan>> 

A Rogue Vampire, turned at the age of 18. He is over 500 years old, but looks 18. He married shortly after meeting and falling in love with Zoye. They moved to the Carribian to live, where they dopted Catherine.

Her daughter Cathy Logan(at the age of 16) >>

 She is now only a few months old. She is half Angel, half human. As she grows older, she'll discover that the tattoo of the angel's wings that consumes her whole back can be brought to life whenever she wants to. The wings were concealed as a tattoo by Zoye to protect her from prying dounworlders and humans alike. 

Cathy at the age of 4>>

Cathy's wings when she lets them take (Shortly after her 16th birthday)>>

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