- Alice, Cullen
When Emmett and Rosalie had sped off to knock some tree’s down last night, me and Jazz had asked the whole family to participate in our little game. Rosalie already knew our plan and had nodded a simple yes before speeding off with her husband. Edward and Bella were more than willing to help since they had their fair share of Emmett’s sex jokes themselves.
“That boy needs to learn to keep what goes on in the bedroom in the room,” Jacob laughed. Renesmee was curled up on his lap watching re-runs of The Simpson’s.
“Or in the woods,” Esme added, stifling her giggles.
Edward moaned, “Guys! Can we please not talk about this in front of my daughter?” Bella nodded in agreement.
“Come on, you’re such a spoil-sport. Look she’s not even listening,” I said and pointed to Renesmee as she was engrossed in the TV, her eyes dazing at it dreamily – or was that the dog’s face? They had been growing closer and closer lately and no-one could stop the progress their relationship was making. Every so often we would see them tasting each other’s lips. Come on Edward, give us a break. It’s not like she hasn’t been exposed to Emmett’s jokes first-hand, I thought. “Oops,” I said out loud afterward.
Edward growled, “What?”
“Calm down, honey. We’ll talk about this later, Alice,” Bella hissed, looking at me through narrowed eyes. Jeez, can’t a girl get a break around here.
“Right, well the plan is as follows…”
It was now morning; we’d spent all night planning. To start off, myself and Rosalie would take Emmett shopping with us – for him it would be enough torture, he detested shopping – he would be useful when it came to carrying our bags, although I’m pretty sure we could have handled them ourselves. While we will be away, the rest of the family were going to be removing all of the gadgets Emmett loved so much, including the enormous flat screen TV in the living area. The wolves were coming over for dinner later – Esme was going to have some quality bonding time with her son in the kitchen, getting his hands dirty.
By then we were hoping he would have cracked enough, but if that didn’t tip him off enough I had the most ridiculous Prince-Charming Halloween costume he was going to try on in front of everyone at dinner, he would have to strut it on the walkway.
“I’ll definitely need the camera tonight,” I laughed, hugging Jasper around the waist and kissing him softly on the lips.
He kissed my nose lightly, smiling. “You can be an evil little pixie when you want to be,” he chuckled. “I like it.”
“You better. Now go help the others downstairs I’m late as it is. How is it you can distract me so easily?”
“That’s because you love me.” With that he left the room and darted downstairs where Carlisle and Edward were just lifting the television outside.
Pulling on my Beige Wool and Cashmere (with silk) dress, clipping the ivory leather belt around my waist and putting on my new Prada pumps – which I’d gotten at a discount price – I reviewed my appearance in the mirror before running out to meet Rosalie. She was wearing a pair of Versace skinny jeans, a sexy black tank top with the Aviator jacket I had bought for her last New Year. “Where is he?”
“He should be here any minute, I think he went to get changed,” she said, rearranging her hair so it was pulled back in a loosely curled ponytail hanging down the back of her neck.
“That boy better hurry up, there’s a sale in the Ralph Lauren store and I want to make it there in time,” I crooned, lacing my fingers together in annoyance. What could possibly be taking this boy so long? And I pray he hasn’t seen what’s going on in the house?
Two minutes later Rosalie looked up to see Emmett flitting from the house, his dark hair disheveled and his eyes wide in anticipation. He stopped a few steps away from me, “So, where are we going?” he asked, looking from his wife to myself.
Rosalie nodded in my direction. “We’re taking you shopping Emmett” I declared happily, both of us grabbing an arm and hauling him towards the jeep. As soon as he heard his name and the word shopping together he started pulling against our grasp.
“Let me go! I ain’t going shopping with you two, it’s horrible! Get off me!”
“Yes you are. Get in that car, Emmett Cullen,” I growled.
“To hell I am.”
I pushed him in forcefully as Rosalie got the car started, the engine growling underneath us. I was prepared for this; once he was in his seat I pulled the seatbelt around him and clicked it in. I was faster than him and got in my seat while Rosalie sped off before he could climb out.
I held on tight as we sped off towards the mall. I felt rather proud of our achievement so far. “Aaah, this is going to be horrible. Why didn’t you talk her outta this, Rose?” Emmet whined.
“This wasn’t her idea, it was mine,” she lied, pretending she knew nothing of my plan of payback.
“I’ll get you back, Alice. I swear I will get my revenge,” he hissed.
He sounded as if he were going insane even by the mere mention of the idea of shopping. How is it that anyone can hate it? It is one of the best things you can do on this planet? “Sure you will, baby bro,” I lamented sarcastically.
When we pulled into the parking lot, Emmett gave up on trying to break through the seat belt and willingly climbed out, looping his arm through Rose’s, then headed towards the shops with us. “Let’s get this over with,” he growled and it sounded as if he were almost sobbing.
I came out of the Ralph Lauren sale with a gorgeous knit dress for Bella, obviously it was in blue – Edward adored the color on her; while I found a cute pair of patterned leggings, a tanned-esque skirt and a black lace dress I could wear at night.
Rosalie got a long silver sequined maxi dress that flowed down to her ankles with a pair of black heels, and killer heels – I mean killer; the heels were spiked! Emmett groaned and dragged himself away from the shop, rubbing his eyes. “So many clothes, shoes and bags, it stings my eyes.”
I punched his shoulder playfully, “Don’t by stupid. This is fun, right Rose?”
“Of course. Emmett is just jealous because he didn’t get anything,” she teased.
People were watching us closely through narrowed eyes. I didn’t know if they were observing the fact that we were inhumanly beautiful or that we were dragging Emmett along by his ears. “Oh please no. Don’t pull me into another store. I don’t want anything,” Emmett shouted.
We managed to get him into the Dolce&Gabbana shop where he was now standing in front of a large mirror, a blank tortured expression his face, while a small man with straightened blonde hair and nimble fingers ran a measuring tape around Emmett’s chest. The poor man didn’t even reach Emmett’s waist so he had to grab a chair to reach up to his height.
Me and Rosalie were examining the jewelery, watching Emmett getting measured while giggling under our breaths. “This is hilarious,” I chuckled, picking up a diamond necklace and weighing it in my hands. Determining the diamonds were fake, I groaned then put it back on the shelf.
“He doesn’t seem too happy,” Rose whispered in hilarity.
While we were watching, our laughter now being heard by Emmett, we were aware of the small man gazing at Rose’s husband through wide admiring eyes. He thought Emmett was attractive. Rosalie ground her teeth.
He put a finger to Emmett’s chest, “Erm, dude. Are you done?” Em’ asked, curious as to what was happening.
“If you want it to be finished sure,” the man crooned, a wide grin appearing on his face.
Rose lost it; she stormed over and pointed a stiff finger at him. “What in hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded in a shrill voice. “This man is my husband, how dare you touch him!”
After that I scrambled to pull Rose out of the store, Emmett’s new designer suit now having been ordered. When we got back in the car, I decided to drive and we floored it back to house. I was mentally exhausted, but it was all in a day’s work.
Emmett yelled in excitement when we got back home; he leapt from the car and his cries of joy could be heard from miles away. “I survived the most horrible experience of my life, high five. So much for your payback Alice. It didn’t work out too well.” With that, he left for the house with Rose. What a surprise he was about to get.
Jasper was by my side within a few seconds to help me out of the car with my bags. Of course I didn’t need help, but Jazz was such a gentleman. He always would be. I fell into his arms and kissed him on his lips passionately. “Welcome back, my lady,” he chanted in his sweet Southern accent that made me want to fall down.
“It’s so good to be back.”
He scoped me up into his arms and carried me and my bags inside the house and back into the bedroom – I could already hear Emmett’s loud protests, “Why me? Haven’t I already had the worst day of my life?”
“I guess everything is going according to plan?” I questioned, lying back into the bed and relaxing my muscles.
Jazz pecked me on the cheek and proceeded to empty my bags. “Everything is going according to plan. Esme has got him into the kitchen and he hates it.”
“Good,” I answered. “When are the wolves due to come?”
“In about two hours. Esme says when she’s done ‘bonding’ with Emmett she’ll get Bella and Nessie to help her in the kitchen, then everything should be done faster.”
For the remainder of the time Jasper just lay with me in his arms on the bed, it was bliss. I couldn’t remember a time I felt so safer than I did in Jasper’s arms. Of course my human memories were still foggy so I still couldn’t remember the face of my mother and father. It bugged me to know that they had left their only daughter in an insane asylum. Why would someone do that?
“Come on, Emmett. Stop moving around, our guests are going to be here soon and I want to get this right.”
I was now dressed in my lacy black dress I had bought earlier today, my sapphire earrings dangling from my ears. I pulled my silk shawl tighter around my shoulders as I pushed a pin into Emmett’s Halloween costume; he shuffled on the spot so it fell out. “Stop moving around!”
“Stop pricking me with the dam needle then.”
I gave a loud sigh of annoyance and instead picked up the thread and sewed the hole in the costume back together hurriedly. I smoothed the material down with my hands before darting out of the room to get the final piece. “There we go,” I said, clipping the cape around his neck. “No looking until I call you downstairs,” I scolded.
“Why not?” he complained, pulling his hands from his eyes, but keeping his eyes tightly closed shut.
I nudged him in the ribs. “Because I told you so.”
Gathering downstairs to wait for our guests to arrive, we all exchanged a silent giggle at Emmett’s costume. Carlisle was even sharing his inherent laughter. I had dressed him in the Prince Costume used in the children film “Enchanted” with the puffy sleeves, golden gloves, fake sword and red tights. When he came downstairs he would be so embarrassed it would make my eyes water, if that were possible for a vampire, which it wasn’t.
The doorbell rang and Carlisle and Esme welcomed our guests and ushered them into the living area which now held a massive mahogany table, the top peppered with the most cutlery I’ve ever seen in my life, and it was all Esme’s good china. Renesmee greeted Jacob right away with a kiss to the cheek; I rolled my eyes and looked away.
There was Seth, Sam and Emily, Jared and Kim, Quil, Embry, Paul and even Leah. They were all seated and looked around hungrily for the food; well at least they bothered to dress up instead of coming looking like starved animals. The wet dog smell made me wrinkle up my nose in disgust but we all kept friendly and set down to our first course – Esme’s homemade tomato soup.Well, their first course. We just sat and chatted along as they wolfed down their food.
I picked up a glass and tapped my spoon against it, willing to make an announcement. I stood up. “I’d just like to thank everyone for coming tonight, especially the wolves who have tight schedules when due to their patrols.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, your food rocks,” Embry interrupted, the crowd of dogs shouting their approval at the comment.
“But,” I continued, “I’d like the start off the night with a little humor. My brother Emmett, who isn’t downstairs just yet, has a tendency to spread his sex jokes shamelessly amongst people and today I decided to get him back. We took him shopping – which he hated! – removed all of his favorite gadgets, made him get down and dirty in the kitchen and finally…”
All of a sudden Emmett sped down the stairs, his face looking flushed with horror-struck anger. Everyone stifled their laughter for a moment. “Alice Cullen, I swear I knew it was you all along. You think doing all of that is getting me back but…” then everyone did laugh, and loudly as well. He gaped down at his costume. “What is this?”
I walked over to him and guided him to his chair, laughing. “If you promise to stop with the sex jokes, I promise I won’t do this again?” I held out my hand to him.
“So you won’t ever, ever, take me shopping again?”
“I swear,” I drew a cross over my heart mockingly.
He clasped his hand in mine. “Deal, baby sis. And look, you got me in a ridiculous Prince costume without me knowing, that is just hilarious!” He pulled me into his arms and spun me around frantically in the air, his laughter booming louder than anyone else’s.
So all ends that ends well. The dinner went fantastic and the food was great, according to the wolf pack. The wolves went home late with extra bags full of Esme’s food so that kept them exceptionally excited and we were left to take once last laugh at Emmett’s costume before we all tidied up.
When the moon rose, I I began to feel mentally tired from pranking Emmett all day. I sat down on my bed lightly and Jasper pulled me tightly into his arms. “What are you thinking?” I asked cheekily.
“Only just something to end the night in perfect bliss,” he replied, trailing kisses down my throat.
“I may like this idea.” Then my fatigue slipped away and was replaced with a heightened sense of delight and ecstasy.
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- Leah, Clearwater
It was like one of them freaky programs you see on television where it documents out-of-body experiences, except it was completely wrong. I had always suspected those ad show narrators had no idea what they were talking about – it’s like telling a child that a baby is born by pressing the belly button, a lie. They had no idea what it was like because they had never experienced one and it’s not like you can take a camera with you – if you could the next thing you know, your Fuji Finepix S1500 will be floating in the air while it records.
It was so much different. I wasn’t just a semi-translucent body pined up in the tree watching the scene before me, it was like I was magically enhanced to see everything around me in a different light. I could see very color of the spectrum – red, blue, green, yellow, violet etc – through my eyes. I could even notice were each color started and stopped within the space we were in. I could see everything like the whole world was being monitored for a new season Big Brother and there were camera’s everywhere.
To be more simple, it felt like there were thousands of pairs of the eyes in the sky that observed everything – and I had control over them. And if that’s not strange enough, I still felt in control of a body: I could still feel my fingers and toes; I could even hear the thudding of my heart-beat in my ears.
“Bloody hell,” I murmured internally. The words didn’t escape my lips, but I could still feel my mouth move along with the sound of the words I had created.
I could see my body sprawled out across the grass, except it didn’t look like me at all. My arm and T-shirt was painted with dried blood, fresh drops pooling in the grass which was now stained as crimson as Julian’s eyes. My hair was tangled and knotted around my bruised face – my features swollen; I could make out a burst lip, badly bruised cheekbone and maybe even a black eye if I was right. “How in the world could I have looked that bad? Would I not have felt the pain?”
I felt myself tilt towards the lingering shadows in the trees; there were three vampires with their teeth exposed with a vicious hungry look in their eyes. One had long blonde hair with green eyes – she kinda reminded me of Buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Don’t get me wrong about anything, she just reminded me of her. I wouldn’t give up my vampire kicking-ass skills to become an immortal with their creepy scrunched up, hungry faces.
Her name was Lily, I could tell. She turned her face to her colleague, “Wanna go eat some residents?” she taunted.
“Sure, let’s start with this prophecy girl first. I would just love to rid me of another rotten shape-shifter,” he sneered indignantly. He had chestnut brown hair with stiff cardboard features.
I wasn’t afraid of him, or Lily. I knew they wouldn’t come close to touching my body. That reassured me because in my mind I was trembling with apprehension. “She’s nothing but a worthless disease in this world, we vampires will purify this planet soon enough.” She laughed manically and they started to advance.
I moved again so suddenly without notice that I now felt Julian’s presence by what I believed to be my left shoulder. He noticed the three leeches’s approaching footsteps before I could become accustomed to my new surroundings. Before blinking, Julian already had the chestnut haired male held up in the air by the neck of his T-shirt and was sneering something low and violent at all three. “Don’t you even think about coming to touch that girl; otherwise I will personally behead you myself, understand?”
Julian threw him through the air where he landed with a hard thump against the tree – its trunk now looking permanently dented where the crash landing had taken place with the dummy. The boy parasite jumped up and all three went running off – probably off to drain some blood donation bags from the health clinic.
“She’s quite popular with the undead it seems,” Daniel added in. My heart raced when his voice sauntered to my ears. It soothed the coiling pain in my chest which reaped me of my staggering breaths.
Julian ran his fingers through his dark hair and stepped over towards my body; again I moved within a flash and I found myself lodged in-between Daniel and my body in which Julian was kneeling over – his long pale fingers tracing my cheekbone. Even in my spiritual, thousand eyes type near-death experience I could feel tingles trace over my face where Julian’s fingers lingered on my skin. It made me shiver. “She’s so beautiful and exotic; she’s defiantly the girl-of-my-dreams from the prophecy.”
Daniel clenched his fist at his sides and his brow furrowed, “Come away from her and I’ll get your money,” he growled protectively over my lifeless body.
“Oh no no,” Julian uttered shockingly. “Forget the money; you’ve given me something much better. My soul-mate. This is a completely different payment, your debt is over-ruled.”
“You think I’m going to give my imprint to you?” Daniel shouted angrily, the ground looked like it was shuddering from the tension between the vampire and shifter. They were actually fighting over me? Huh, figures. “To hell I am. She belongs with me, no-one else. You can’t have her!”
My chest clenched and the coil tightened. It felt as though I couldn’t breathe. Julian leapt up with passionate grace and forced Daniel against the dented trunk of the tree. He made a quick yelp when his arm was twisted behind his back. Their faces were inches apart and Daniel was already trembling and half-changed. His eyes were a piercing green – like the glare of a cats eyes at night – it was eerie and frightening. More eerie though.
I yelled helplessly for them to stop but all I could hear was their snarls at each other and the rustle of the leaves. Tenderly, the words stuck to my lips. “You two are crazy! Stop fighting!”
“Don’t you ever tell me I can’t have her,” he twisted Daniel’s arm further and he whimpered in pain. I forced myself to move and I found myself by Julian. Feeble and powerless I went to grab his arm, however, my hand went straight through it. It was like moving your hand through a thick vicious honey. It slowed me down and the movement of my arm felt sluggish until I drew it back harshly, cradling it to my chest in the sheer horror of the moment.
“I have searched far-and-wide for the scrolls containing the prophecies just so I could find Leah; it has taken hundreds of years. I have dedicated my small insignificant life to it and even if she doesn’t take me, I’ll still protect her and be there if she ever needs me. You don’t understand the extent of what I have done to find her!” Julian barked.
Daniel flinched away when Julian released his grasp on his arm. If they had any idea I could see and hear them right now, would they act differently to what they are now?
Daniel then turned and, with horror painted on my face, he passed straight through my body leaving me feeling sick to the core. My whole body felt as if it was simmering with a tingling energy, as if Daniel had touched each and every single of piece of me when he passed through me. Creepy, I know.
“Tell me honestly, to your extent, what you have done for her?” he spat, pacing back and forth. “You’ve only just found her after I told you she was my imprint. Is this a game to you? Just a way to get back at me since I don’t have your money. Let’s just play with poor Daniel’s mind,” he mocked.
“Have you ever heard of the forgotten library, pup?”
Daniel snapped back a hysterical snort, “Of course I have. I’m not that stupid, leech. But it’s never been found, it was rumored to be in Egypt but no-one has ever unearthed it because they died before they could.”
While they were talking it out, I felt my astral body being tugged towards my real limp body in the grass. I found myself kneeling by it within seconds of a breath.
Julian was close by, “Don’t be too sure. It took years of research and information, which I persuaded some people to give me to find it. It was in Egypt, but it was a lot harder to find than I thought. In the library, it contained thousands of unread books and scrolls but I was only in search of one. When I retrieved it, I brought it back and had it deciphered. That was where I found out I would find my soulmate imprinted to a lone shifter,” Julian gave a cruel smile and my heart leapt into my throat.
He couldn’t have, that’s not possible. Oh god.
Daniel was trembling in a fierce rage – his eyes panther green again, hands pulled into fists and his breathing was strenuous and labored. “You found me on the streets and you offered me the money, you played me? You did that just to find Leah! Just to find out if I ever imprinted!”
“Well, when you put it that way,” Julian ridiculed, picking dirt out of his nails with a bored expression on his face.
“You’re a self-concerned bloodsucker, that’s what you are,” Daniel half-screamed into the night. Running over to my body he ran his shaky fingers over my face where they stopped at my dry cracked lips. Strange as I thought it was, he was sitting right next to my spiritual form as if he knew I was there. I tried to place a hand comfortingly on his wrist but it moved through it like water. “We have to help her, she’s been unconscious for such a long time,” he stammered uncertainly.
“There is going to be only one way,” Julian interrupted.
Daniel looked up at the vamp hurt and alarmed, “Tell me. I can’t lose Leah; she’s the only good thing that’s happened to me in ages. I need her.”
“One of us has to kiss her,” Julian stated truthfully, he walked over and stood a few steps behind Daniel. I could see his brows knitting tightly together.
“What? I doubt the True Love kiss crap from Disney movies is going to help! She’s unconscious.” He started shaking my body by grabbing my shoulders. I could feel it fiercely tug on my astral state to help wake me up but there was something blocking my way. I couldn’t get back in.
Julian pulled him back forcefully, “That isn’t going to help,” he said bitterly. “One of us has to kiss her; it’s the only way to bring her from the shock she has endured.”
I didn’t get to see who kissed me. Before I could feel the soft kiss against my lifeless lips I was already being pulled back into my body. I don’t know how to describe what coming back into my body felt like – it was almost the light at the end of the tunnel stuff you get told – only reversed. I was moving away from the light into the fathomless dark. I leapt up onto my unsure two feet, “Cinnamon,” I shouted excitedly.
The person who kissed me tasted like cinnamon.
Daniel and Julian were on either side of me like I was in the middle of a tug of war game. They were both pulling on each side to win me, or break me. With a hissing snarl I jumped away from Julian and stood by Daniel, putting my neck in the arch of his neck. It felt so familiar. It felt like home. “Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again!” I screamed towards the parasite. “I can’t believe you used Daniel like that, just to find me as well. How dare you.”
“How did y-” he didn’t get to finish the question; instead I walked up towards him and whispered low in his ear, my heart fluttering uneasily in my chest. “Go and hide. Otherwise, if I see you again I will be one unhappy shifter. And, I’m not your girl. Daniel is my soulmate.”
Julian’s face fell; it was almost as if his features seemed to sink half-way down his face. His skin even looked paler than the moonlight, as if it had been leeched of any color it once held. “As you wish; but I will protect and watch over you regardless. Take care, my Leah.” He lifted and kissed my hand before departing into the shadows. I felt like I was about to sink into the ground, I felt weak like jelly.
Daniel caught me in his arms before I fell, his arms wrapping around my waist while he held me comfortingly. “It’s alright, I promise I won’t let anything ever harm you again,” he crooned.
“Thank you, thank you,” I repeated, holding him as close as we could get. There wasn’t even a breath between us. “Thank you for bringing me back, it was awful. I could see and hear everything, it was just torture,” I sobbed uncontrollably.
Daniel fell ridged in his grasp and his arms fell from around me. His expression was blank. I grasped his face with my fingers and with worried eyes I asked, “What’s wrong, Daniel? Did I say something wrong?”
“I-I..” he stumbled. “I didn’t bring you back.”
Everything stopped: time, the world, even my breathing. Bloody hell! “You what?” I hesitated. “You didn’t bring me back?”
“Then who di-” I didn’t need to finish to the question. I already knew and I was regretting everything. He had kissed me. The leech. His lips had kissed mine and they had tasted of cinnamon. If I could have fainted for the third time that day and return to my astral form, I would have! “Oh god. Daniel I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
Daniel threw up his arms frantically, “Okay? Of course I’m not okay. That vampire kissed you and brought you back and I couldn’t. What does that mean? Does that mean you love him more than me? I’m your imprint after all.”
“No, no. Don’t think that. How could I love an undead leech when I have you? Don’t you ever even think for a second that I don’t love you, do you understand? I love you, Daniel. You!”
He pulled away from me acidly as if I was some sort of traffic hazard, “I can’t. Not now. It’s just not right.”
My heart thudded but it was slow and lingering making the pain more intense. “You don’t want me now?” I wept.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t.” He started to walk away from me and to advance into the shadows.
I ran up to Daniel and grabbed a hold of his arm. “Daniel please,” I pleaded. “Stay with me, I need someone to protect me. I need you, don’t you know that already. Please.”
He pulled his arm away from my pleading grip, stepped towards me hesitantly and his fingers grasped my face. He kissed me forcefully at first but then it became soft and his lips molded with mine and bliss radiated from both of us as we were entangled together. When Daniel pulled away he kissed my forehead. “I’m so sorry, Leah,” he murmured and then he walked away from me, leaving my heart with an open void.
“Daniel,” I screamed uselessly from my frozen spot. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think. Everything was black. In the back of my mind I registered how I now understood what Bella Swan went through when Edward Cullen left her – nothing mattered and all you had to do was clutch your chest and push everything away. I had lost both of the them and now I was on my own again.
Later that night; all I could remember was pulling myself back to my crash-test destroyed apartment and curling up on the couch where I cried myself to sleep soundlessly. I had to be strong and to continue my life regardless of my loss, I could work around it. A small sentence suddenly lodged itself in my brain and for a moment it made me lose focus before finally giving me a reason to try hard to get what I wanted. To have a normal life.
“Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget.”
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I hope your all enjoying Leah’s story so far. Before you begin reading I would just like to add that I wanted the story to be different. So instead of vampires being as they are in Forks, I wanted them to be more violent and advanced in technology in the city. So, they can use taser guns, knives, swords anything really! Plus, I wanted the vampires in the city to become more adapted and aware of their surroundings – so in this particular case Daniel has been borrowing money from a clan of vampires in North Vancouver to help sustain him, as he has no money and they are hunting him down for it. Lastly, I really hope you enjoy the ending. I was going to have it finish differently but I thought it was a bit of a twist in the plot. A really strange twist to be honest.
- Leah, Clearwater
Their eyes were as dark as midnight, their lips pulled back exposing their teeth – a sudden tremor coiling in my chest when I saw that each tooth of each vampire in the room had been filed so they were all razor-sharp points. These are way different leeches than what I’ve ever seen. They snarled hungrily, taking inching foot-steps towards us – circling us to be correct.
I didn’t need an instruction manual to know what would come next. Daniel pushed me harshly against the wall, my shoulder blade taking most of the direct contact – pain lashed through my body like a striking whip – and then he exploded in my living area. Shards of denim jeans littered my floor – well this would make a good impression if anyone saw this.
Panther Daniel snapped his jaws at the closest blood-sucker and he shielded it away – however, his hands were clasped tightly together behind his back so he could lock his arms around Daniel’s neck when he got the chance.
My breath hitched and I made a sharp protest. “Newborns,” I whispered.
Huh? What are newborns? He asked, tapping into my mind with the creepy physic connection we shared.
“They’re newly created vampires,” I looked around and each leech looked at me as if I was a microwave meal. They licked their lips. “They’re stronger for the first year than they ever will be because they still have human blood lingering in their body tissue.”
How do you know all of this? His jaws snapped again as a female vamp – who took confidence in her strength – strode forward; however Daniel caught her leg and ripped it off – it sounded like snapping a thick sheet of glass in half. Her scream was sickening and she crawled backwards, pulling herself using her arms and elbows. The panther growled and put his nose to the ground. “I’ve dealt with them before, well my old pack has,” I said, slurring my words uncontrollably while my body was erupting with violent anger, the wolf inside of me battling to get through my concrete barriers.
“You can’t go for the obvious kill, they rely on strength only. Also, don’t, under any circumstances, let them get their arms around you,” I ordered, reciting the set of track rules we had learnt a few years ago from Cullen vamp, Jasper.
However, while Daniel was pre-occupied, debating my strategies in his mind, the first leech he attacked – or snacked at – lunged and pulled his clasped arms over his head; he was insanely flexible! He hauled them around the panther’s neck, choking him. Daniel tried to scramble but the leech’s grasp was too firm and forceful. The vampires started to move towards him, menacingly.
“Daniel,” I screamed, blood curdling in my stomach.
I felt the tear of the granite skin between my sharp teeth before I knew I had changed; with my teeth firmly locked within her torso I tossed the blonde towards the TV – which obviously crumpled under her impact. I ripped the arms off the next leech and he staggered back in agony, and then I was one bloodsucker away from helping my imprint – his paws kicking frantically at the male vamp and his glowing green eyes wide with a staggering fear and a frenzy of hysteria.
“You’re gonna be my little blood-baggie for the night,” she snarled. Her voice was almost melodic and rang like chimes in the air. “Prepare to be wolf-chowder.”
I barked back a stiff laughter, my paws clawing lacerations into my carpet – so much for my apartment. I threw myself at the brunette parasite; but, almost too gracefully, she cart-wheeled over my back – her fingers applying painful pressure to certain ribs. I yelped and backed off.
She wasn’t a newborn, she was just extremely skilled. It was just far too obvious.
“Tired already? Want me to put your leash on and walk you home,” she crooned mockingly.
Enough with the dog jokes already! I circled her in my small living area – the other newborns, or so I hoped they were, stopped to watch with interested glances – I went to lock my jaw around her leg but her hand came into a striking contact with my muzzle and I pulled back. She aimed her sharpened teeth for my neck, lashing cobra-fast strikes while I dodged them exhaustively with short quick leaps, my own teeth trying to lock around one of her limbs. It was like a deadly dance; we were aiming for each other but we never came into contact, it was beautiful and lethal at the same time.
Finally I caught her arm while she was doing a sweeping arch attack, although it stayed attached, puncture wounds lining the marble skin above the elbow. Afterward, she did a standard back tuck and landed behind me and slammed me into the ground knocking my panting breaths from my chest. I pulled myself up, Daniel was still struggling, however the vamp wasn’t interested in killing him but instead was watching us; maybe this leech was the leader. He was staring at me with anxious worry.
We continued to pouch for each other, lunging in for the killer attack. We ended up fighting in the small cramped kitchen. When I had her backed up towards the counter she leaned over it and drew out a large kitchen knife – I thought these vampires already had weapons, their teeth!
“Useless mutt,” she howled in painful hilarity. Slashing through the air with precision, I used my paws to dart away with lightening-reflexes; however the blade cut into one of my paws and left a deep gash. Blood poured from the wound in a fit of red tears. I yelped and staggered to the ground, blood pooling underneath me and clung to my gray fur, after pulling myself up and moving the pressure to my other paws, I lunged.
Knocking the knife out her hand with my muzzle, I opened my jaw and bit down hard – her harsh, banshee, shrieks throbbing in my eyes. She looked like a legless starfish once I had ripped off her arms and legs – that sight would never leave my eyes again! – I just hoped she wouldn’t grow them back outta nowhere.
Feeling the familiar tingle down my spine, I turned back human and stood shakily on my two legs – cupping my bleeding arm. “Don’t call me a mutt otherwise I might just bite,” I retorted back bitterly.
“Stupid, stupid girl. You have no idea who you’re dealing with; you will be dead before you know it,” she spat.
Pulling on some ripped jeans and gathering my T-shirt around my chest, I pulled an old towel around my arm and stood over her and replied, “Go and rot in hell, bitch.” I dropped the flaming lighter onto her body and she burst into violent flames, a manic smile still playing on her lips as she was burnt into smoldering ashes.
The other vampires backed away as I strode out of the kitchen and towards Daniel. On the other hand city vampires have a strange way of adapting to technology and from behind my back I was tasered between my shoulder blades. I fell to the ground in electrifying agony.
Oh come’ on! First a vampire using a knife, now a freaking taser gun, my thoughts spluttered as thousands of volts shocked through my body sending me in convulsing trembles.
From the corner of my eyes; I could see Daniel in a fit of rage break the hold of the male vampire and dismember his head from his short stumpy neck. He threw himself towards the other parasites and they clashed like the strikes of metal against metal in sword play. When everyone, or everything I should say, was either on fire and sending the fire alarm in a deafening shriek, or sprawled body parts in my living room, Daniel changed and ran over to me, his trembling fingers stroking my cheek. “Leah, Leah, it will be alright. Can you hear me?” he mumbled too quickly for my ringing ears to process.
“Let-gt-outa-herre-” I spluttered incoherently.
He gathered me up in his warm arms and with swiftness paced out the door and around the back to the garden where he lay me down in the grass – his fingers didn’t leave my face, he just kept stroking my cheekbone or tracing my features. When he eventually sat down in the grass, Daniel pulled up his knees and hugged them fiercely. “This is entirely my fault,” he mumbled.
My eyes pleaded with him to answer, my body was only faintly trembling now but I didn’t dare open my mouth for the fear of a frantic scream escaping my lips. All of the sudden several shadows emerged from the darkness; the flickering light from the apartment windows illuminated them softly but only enough for me to identify their gender. They were laughing feverishly.
They were vampires again, I could tell from their scent that stuck to my tongue along with the taste of ash.
One stepped forward and my heart raced unnaturally, although it wasn’t from fear – he had raven black hair, flashing green eyes – that reminded me of precious emerald gems – full lips which were smiling, revealing a set of blindingly white teeth, and his skin was as pale as the moonlight. His eyes were fixed upon me. Oh god. My heart is racing for a leech!
“I see you’ve been getting up to some trouble while I’ve been away, young Daniel.” His voice was dark and brooding and it made my heart strings tug perpetually.
Daniel growled and hauled himself up; he started to pull off his T-shirt – exposing his tanned chest – and to change but the vampire help up a hand. “I don’t want to fight, youngling. I only want my money,” he purred.
I cocked my head to the side on the grass in confusion. “You don’t want a fight,” my imprint sneered, while grimacing. “Then why send in your vamp goons to attack us.”
“I simply didn’t know you had company,” his eyes flickered to me once again. “And they were stupid creatures, couldn’t follow orders. I only ordered them to bring you to me, but it seems your friend here had other ideas.”
He walked over to me; Daniel tensed but submitted in defeat then stepped away. The vampire hovered above me. My rib-cage constricted and all the air came whooshing out of my lungs, the vampire was stunned into a marble silence. “Who is this girl?” he stammered his hands actually shaky.
“My imprint, her name is Leah.”
“Your imprint, Daniel. You imprinted on this girl?”
Daniel hesitated, “Well it wasn’t actually like that.”
He protested and my imprint was silenced, he bent over and held out a hand to me. “Take it and get up my friend.”
It was then that I tried to open my mouth but the only thing that escaped was my shriek of suffering and pain. It rattled through the air and I even thought I heard the quick scurries of insects retreating away from my injured cry. In shock, I threw my hand up and caught his – he pulled me up immediately and the air became quiet, eerily quiet. “Now that’s better, my name is Julian,” he answered, kissing my hand.
I pulled it back. The towel slipped from around my arm and his eyes widened at the blood but he stepped away as if he has assumed complete control over the human delicacies he craved so much. “Now Daniel, you didn’t tell me that your imprint is the girl from the prophecy?”
“What prophecy?” I demanded sharply.
Julian smiled and gestured towards me, I shied away – I knew somewhere deep in my body that it wasn’t going to be good. “Why my Leah, it is the prophecy of you. It’s about how you are destined to be with me.”
I choked on the words in my mouth. The two boys looked at me: one a shape-shifter who turns into a panther and is my imprint, the other a vampire named Julian, whom I’d just met, who thought I was destined to be with him. My facial features couldn’t portray how deep the shock was that I was feeling.
The supernatural or freaky-out-normal-stuff couldn’t stop following me and now I was paying for running from it.
I fainted for the second time that day. Darkness enveloped everything.
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- Leah, Clearwater
I awoke lying on the couch in my apartment, my head propped up by a few flattened cushions. “Well at least you didn’t kill me while I was asleep, now that would have been unfair,” I hissed, pulling myself up on my elbows flinching when my back felt tight.
Daniel walked from the kitchen carrying a steaming cup of coffee, he was only wearing a pair of old ripped jeans. “You make assumptions too fast; I was simply aiming for a shock not for the kill. I was angry.” He paused in mid-stroll and angled his body away from me.
“And still are angry. No cup of coffee for me?” I asked, breaking the frightening silence. How could I have imprinted on him? Daniel seemed so frigid and human, but he can turn into a panther? – A living, breathing, panther with jet black fur and green fathomless eyes. He reminded me of Jacob (after he had first turned and wasn’t allowed to see Bella Swan) somehow; cut off and angry with the world for making him different.
His figure seemed to glisten in the dim light of the apartment. I rubbed my eyes compulsively to see if it was my throbbing headache but it wasn’t. Daniel was thickly outlined what could only be described as raw sunlight bursting through the windows for the first time on a morning – it was like a hydrogen bomb exploding on the sun. It must be an imprint thing.
“Why did you imprint on me?” he questioned, his hands shaking faintly hysterically. When I didn’t answer he repeated the question harshly, adding quietly, “I didn’t want this.”
The Leah I knew would have retorted back sourly and it would be like my head unscrewing from my neck in anger and frustration; but I understood him to some strange extent. “I didn’t want to imprint either. I was happy with my life and finally starting to feel human again.”
“This is your entire fault,” Daniel shouted, punching the wall with his clenched fist. The cup of coffee fell to the floor staining the light carpet, a black stain against white. Pollution against purity. Human against the super-natural. I was neither, but rather half of each, a cross-breed. “We can never be fully human,” Daniel continued, biting his lower lip.
“Did you really think I wanted to imprint as well?” I cried hoarsely, tears brimming in my eyes. “I hate myself for it. I came here to get away from all that but here you are. So don’t say this is my fault, Daniel!”
He recoiled at the use of his name. “How do you break an imprint?” he stuttered.
“Dammit, there has to be a way,” he yelled turning around fast on his bare heels and was standing in front of my face; his eyes were sad and conflicted. His hands were trembling as they grasped my arms tightly and shook me ferociously, my head hitting into the wall occasionally.
My heart was hammering; I clutched my own fist and slammed it against his face so hard he fell against the coffee table – snapping it in two. I muttered a quick curse – ‘crap! That was the only table I had!’ – Then I stepped towards him on the ground and growled at Daniel as I pulled him up. “Don’t you dare touch me again!” I touched the skin on my arms, letting out a tender yelp when it stung. “Do you understand? You may be my stupid imprint; but, you have no right to hurt me in my own home.”
I let go of him. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” he stumbled as he sagged against the wall and fell onto his knees in a horror-struck silence. My hormones were raging – not in a sexual way, jeez! But in an adrenalin type of way – I pulled my arms around my chest and sat by him. Even just sitting there with Daniel I could read him like an open book; so for the next couple of hours I sat cross-legged next to him and waited for him to snap out from his own personal up-in-the-clouds situation. For a second, I even found myself staring at his face in dismay and stroking his cheekbone where a solid purple bruise was forming.
In was hours before he broke free of his reverie, it was almost midnight: the moon hung half-crested in the midnight sky, the stars glistening like individual shards of glitter, the backdrop of North Vancouver a silhouetted shadow and the sounds that came out at night were dreadfully loud but muffled by a quiet rustle of bushes and the crunch of twigs outside. It was stupid not to take attention of this but I felt calm and tranquil – my head having found itself in the arch of Daniel’s neck.
Daniel mumbled something about ‘paying a debt’ almost sleepily, as if he’d fallen into a deep slumber, and then he was twitching and slowly opening his eyes groggily. I moved my head instantly and felt color flood my cheeks. He started by making quiet mumbles and grunts and then he leaned his head against the wall and looked at me, his eyes widened with a new sense of familiarity and understanding. He pulled my arm from where it was resting on my knees and stroked the band of red skin where his hand had grabbed it. “I truly am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just so shocked and angry, Leah…”
“Be still,” I put my finger to his lips. “I forgive you.”
He heaved a deep sigh of relief, I felt the brush of his lips against my fingers and I pulled them back embarrassed. The imprint connection felt more natural more than forced right at that moment. I felt as if Daniel was chosen for a reason but there was an insatiable twitching at the back of my mind saying there was something or someone else.
He pushed his dark hair away from his eyes. “I was just a normal boy when I changed; I had no idea what was wrong with me. I was in the house with my family when it happened; I had been adopted when I was three years old after I was found on the door-step of the adoption building you see,” he stated fairly coldly.
“You don’t have to tell me,” I whispered.
“I do. I was in the family room with my adopted mother, father and my six year old sister. They thought I was faking when I said I was feeling like I was burning and that I was ill – they thought I was trying to get off school tomorrow because I had an exam (he snorted). My father shouted at me and that started the change off, next thing I knew was that I was some massive panther in the living room. They screamed and ran off. I left and found myself here on the streets. Here is now where I live.”
My heart throbbed for him. “Oh god, I’m sorry. My change couldn’t compare to yours.” I distracted myself by watching my hands. “My father’s death triggered off my change. He was killed by a…”
I nodded stiffly and gulped down a large blockage in my throat. “Yeh, that’s it.”
“Filthy bloodsuckers they are; can’t help but kill an innocent man who most properly was…” he ranted on.
My heart stumbled in its frantic beating. “Please don’t. I really don’t want to talk about it and its past midnight, do you want to stay here the night?”
All of a sudden, fear and anger filled Daniels face. He threw himself up and ran to the door, pulled it open, scanned outside, shut it again and looked at me with frighteningly. “Why didn’t you tell me its past midnight?” he barked.
I scowled at him, “I didn’t think I needed to.”
“Stupid girl! Now we’re both going to die! They’ll come for me and find you here, and you’re going to die because of me. Stupid, stupid and more stupid. How could I have come here and put you in danger?”
I pulled myself up, strolled towards him and grabbed his flaying hands, “What is going to happen?” I demanded.
Then, out of the blue, the windows were smashed and glass shattered everywhere. The door was blasted open and through them came loads of vampires – their coal black eyes hungry and focused on the kill.
“That’s going to happen,” Daniel said.
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- Leah, Clearwater
He wandered through the crowd knowingly; it was like he was walking through a field of moving asteroids and he still knew the correct path. Glances from all around were glued to his retreating figure.
“Hey honey, you’re about to spill your drink.” Ben’s voice split my concentration. I was in pure, raw agony. I couldn’t think, breathe or even speak without stammering. Everything from La Push had been building inside of me, then suddenly it blew up in my face and now I’m imprinted. The very thing I wanted to avoid and to get away from.
“Um, sorry,” I mumbled quietly putting my face in my hands. I felt like silently weeping.
Ben put a reassuring hand on my shoulder; I could see his concerned glance from behind his blonde hair which covered his eyes. “I would be feeling like crap as well if I learnt my crush was getting it on with some thin stick figure,” he chirped in.
My eyes widened in anger, “What did you just say?”
“You didn’t hear? Everyone’s talking about it; I thought you would have heard. Jeremy told me about it at the counter; he’s so full of gossip…” Ben trailed on dreamily.
“Which plastic doll is he playing ‘Ken’ with?” I asked, momentarily distracted from my inner turmoil.
I started to feel feverish as I thought about it in detail. “Erm…Tara Leigh, she got her claws out before you had a chance. Don’t get down, that piece of artificial plastic won’t get far with him. And he’s totally not worth you now, Leah.”
I groaned into my cup as I took another sip of my Espresso, biting my tongue when it turned out to be too hot. I took another glance over towards the other side of the coffee shop and snapped my head back as soon as he caught me gawking at him like an idiot. Completely foolish, why did I just do that! Does he know I imprinted on him? How is he feeling about it? That’s if the feelings aren’t forced upon him. “My day is getting better and better,” I responded, my voice thick with sarcasm.
“Have you noticed the new guy?” Ben asked curiously, changing the topic of the conversation. “He’s just simply scrumptious, I could eat him up.”
I raised an eyebrow at him and wagged a finger disapprovingly, “Well I guess Jeremy won’t like that and maybe I should tell him as he’s walking this way anyways.”
Ben instantly jerked around in the seat to check; then he ran his fingers through his hair nervously, straightened his crinkled Band T-Shirt and pulled on a confident smile. “I didn’t say I liked him that way, Leah. Now Sssh,” he hissed under his breath.
“Go get him tiger.” I made a quiet roaring sound and made the claw motion with my fingers. He punched my shoulder playfully and then turned to look at Jeremy who was three steps away from the booth we were sitting in.
Ben stepped from the booth and they both walked outside for a chat. I was left alone, again, with my imprint staring at me from the other side of the room. My heart leapt into my throat and I had to swallow several times to force it back down into my chest. It was beating rapidly like the fluttering wings of a moth that was attracted to a flame. However, this time if I got too close to that flame, I would burn out and die.
I had to be careful around this boy. I didn’t want to imprint, so I’m not going to, I thought to myself. I’ll simply not reciprocate the feelings this boy is forced to feel because of the imprint. It might hurt temporarily, but I’ll do anything to stay happy and not to crawl back into that dark hole I used to be stuck in.
I then caught him staring at me – big brown, fathomless eyes that screamed stay away from me. I flinched violently, clasped my hands around the straps of my rucksack – ringing them tight in my grasp – and then I pulled myself up quickly and left the room so fat it must have looked like a blur. I could still feel his glare on my back as I left, the usual his eyes burning holes through my soul junk.
I strode around the corner into the back alley; my shoulders stiff, spine straight and my head held in as much dignity that I could muster up then I screamed into my hands until bolts of violet shone before my eyes. After I wiped the strained tears away from my face I gathered myself together and found Ben and Jeremy coming from the coffee shop. “Where have you been girl? I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I’ll see you later,” he winked at Jeremy, pecked him on the cheek and came towards me.
I laughed faintly hysterically, “So he finally caved in to your charm, I’m guessing?”
Ben blushed furiously, his skin semi-permanently blemished rosy. “That’s why he came over. He wanted to ask me on a date. It turns out he has liked me for the past few weeks,” he winked cheekily and chuckled ecstatically.
“I’m happy for you. Really.” I put a hand on his wrist and pulled on a happy smile. “By the way, do you mind telling our lecturer I feel ill today? I need to go home.”
“How do you feel ill?” He started acting all professional-like. Testing my temperature, having a shocking gasp when my temperature was blazing hot (although that’s a wolf side-effect) counting my heart beats from my wrist – although very unsuccessfully – and then finally giving in with a sigh of heavy relief. “Get yourself home; I’ll deal with the lecturers temper tantrum if she has one.”
I pulled him into a warm hug, “Thank you, Ben. Have fun on your date tonight. You have to tell me everything tomorrow.”
“Oh I will,” he added a mischievous grin. “I’ll meet you here at twelve. See you later!” He waved me goodbye and set off for Astronomy. Another plus for not attending was I didn’t have to see Joshua with Tara draped over his shoulder like curtains. Not a pretty sight.
It turns out my body alarm didn’t need an afternoon nap at the apartment, so instead I pulled myself along to work. I was gratefully added to the line of the staff for this afternoon, even though it was my day off. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail (it had grown out now and it was past my shoulders) and threw on my work pants and shirt.
I pulled my weight that afternoon; busted loads of tables, took in several large orders, got some generous tips, got my butt slapped by some lad that I felt like punching – I cornered him later – and got whistled at, but of course, I just scowled and walked away. There were some positive and negative factors to working here. After a few hard hours of work I parked myself at one of the stools at the bar and heaved a breathless sigh. Leon moved himself along by my side and started wiping the counter down with an old oil-stained rag. “What’s up, Leah? Regret working on your day off?” he chuckled.
“Not really, I’m just tired and I’ve had a really iffy day. I just want to go to sleep and forget anything ever happened.”
I could see from a distance, dust covering the speckled surfaces of unused dark green champagne bottles, the faded blood red ribbons that were tied around the necks of the bottles and the bright yellow labels. “College, boy or family troubles?”
“None actually, my troubles are not quite of this earth.”
“Oh heavens,” he shouted mockingly. “You’re not an alien, are you?”
I shook my head – nope, I’m a shape-shifter who can turn into a wolf. “Nope I’m not. Don’t worry; I wont abduct you in your sleep.”
“You better not, I’ll be having good dreams tonight and waking me up will get me really annoyed.”
My work day ended on a laughing note and I was glad of that. All of my imprint troubles seemed to be melting away and when I left the restaurant I hurried down a quiet and desolate alleyway and felt a familiar shiver down my spine. It felt good to be back! My two legs transformed into four paws, my face into a long muzzle with snapping jaws. My wolf coat was longer now since my hair had grown, I’d have to get it cut again. I padded back and forth feeling the wind curling through my fur, the concrete underneath my weight and the new strong smells of the city – Grease, burning tires, garbage, the sewers…
I ran back to my apartment through a maze of back alleys, if I was seen in the city it was certain that animal control would be called. Soon enough I found myself at my door. I changed back, using the clothes stashed near a plant pot by my door I pulled them on. I was just pulling my top over my head when I heard a low growling from behind me.
I spun around on my heels to find a pair of yellow animalistic eyes watching me intently; I threw myself against the wall – although I wasn’t as scared as I acted. The eyes disappeared and I heard a low chuckle echo in the darkness. “Who’s there?” I demanded.
“Don’t know who I am yet, do you? Maybe I should introduce myself.” From the shadows emerged my so-called imprint – his chocolate hair dented to one side, his lips in a somewhat cruel, yet surprising smile. He was stark naked. I looked away, instantly embarrassed. “I thought you’d be used to seeing this sort of thing?” he questioned, gesturing to his body.
“What do you mean?”
He took a few paces nearer to me; my skin was alight with wild electricity. “With your pack, I mean. I’m sure you saw stuff like this before,” again, signaling his nude body.
Oh god! How does he know? And why doesn’t he put any clothes on. I had enough of naked half-men back at La Push. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Well maybe we should start over. My name’s Daniel, and I am just like you.”
I was about to ask how he is similar to me when all of a sudden; his skin melted away and instead of Daniel standing naked in front of me, a black prowling panther was strolling in front of me. Its hungry eyes at my throat.
The panther growled. A shape-shifter just like you, Daniel replied inside of my mind.
“How is that possible?”
Welcome to my world, my imprint. His voice was bitter and it sliced through me. That was around about the time when I blacked out.
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- Jacob, Black
Nahuel was venomous and his teeth were snapping inches from my neck; they were as sharp as razor blades – wanting to slice into my skin like it was butter. I kicked him with my hind paws knocking the blood-sucking leach to the ground, his granite body thudding against the floor with a thunderous crack.
I went for an arm; sinking my serrated teeth into his stone-like skin, however he moved his free arm in a full arch slash and threw me across the room. I crashed into the massive golden bed; the lattice of metal frame fissuring, creating large metallic crevices in the structure, filling the air with the smell of rust.
This parasite is going to pay, I’ll send him to hell in no-time, I snarled. How dare he try and kiss Renesmee? My rage boiled within me, my ears ringing with Nessie’s scream. It was like a demon was growing inside of me; a monster, insisting I rip this guy’s head off and place it on a cocktail stick for everyone to see.
He pulled himself up and hissed; it was a raw and cold sound and it raised the fur at the nape of my neck, he lunged into me, trying to get his arms around me in a newborn hold.
I remembered Jasper’s training well; I jumped down from the bed and circled him curiously, searching for a flaw in his design. I knew if he killed me it would raise his crypt-cred – like street-cred but amongst the undead – with the other leeches he hung around with.
His pupils were dilated and his face was etched with concentration, his body was lithe and crouched low to the ground like a prowling jungle panther. “You shall not defeat me, pup,” he growled, his fingers curled like talons. “I will have her for myself, you will be no competition.”
I chortled at his snide comment; his mocking remark had now increased my desire to rip him limb-from-limb, but I held back. My snarls, I knew, instigated more than his venom, it was like ecstasy to him, a thrill.
We dived for eachother again; my jaw locking around his leg before being kicked in the ribs – my breaths stifling as I hit the ground, my chest taut with tension from the misplaced rib. I reacted animalistically; we leapt again and clashed in mid-air, my jaw snapping.
We both fell to the floor; I didn’t take a second thought to the room which was now destroyed from our fight, instead I bent low to the ground and kept my eyes on Nahuel – his teal eyes burnt with a sudden frenzy.
Out of the blue, Renesmee leapt into the middle of the circle – for a reason she was cradling her arm to her chest comfortingly. I stepped towards her and nudged her away but she stamped her foot persistently and stood where she was. “Jacob Black, I am not moving until you’s two stop fighting, this is wrong!” she demanded, her brow furrowed.
“Don’t you touch her, mongrel! You have no right–” Nahuel shouted; his tone bitter and filled with rage.
Nessie spun around on her heels; her brown curls framing her delicate face, “You have no right either, trying to kiss me,” she interrupted.
I chuckled darkly; my chest rumbling with laugher. I could now hear Edward and Bella running towards us, their footsteps echoing from the stairs. They came rushing into the room, their faces etched with worry and concern – when they saw me in wolf-form and the demolished room, I knew it didn’t help there unease. “What happened?” Edward questioned in a fatherly tone.
Renesmee’s cheeks blushed faintly and she pouted her lips, “Nahuel tried to kiss me,” she admitted, embarrassed.
Edward gritted his teeth, his jaw rigid and his hands were bungled into fists at his sides – There’s a first time for everything, I joked in my head. I never had seen Edward this angry before. “There was a fight, I’m guessing,” Bella added softly, her hands lacing together behind her back.
I tried to smile misleadingly, as if it say it was the parasites fault, but Bella could see straight through me. She shrugged and bent down to pick up one of Edward’s thousands of journals, not that he needed to keep them nowadays, he was just too happy to document anything. I knew Nessie had a few journals but she had never taken a full interest in them. She put a reassuring hand on Edwards arm and winked, “I win the bet,” she mumbled. I snorted.
Renesmee was pacing between myself and Nahuel, her mind occupied, when all of a sudden, the bloodsucker soared into the air aiming for me. Renesmee was in his path. A second scream echoed through her throat and my heart lurched.
Hurdling into the air, I knocked her away, Edward catching her in his arms; Bella’s face was a mask of horror as she stared at me and her daughter in fright. I launched myself at Nahuel and we fell against the glass window that filled the western wall, shattering it so we dropped to the ground several floors down, shards of glass raining down upon us.
I could hear Renesmee shriek my name as we plunged to the ground.
We fell so Nahuel was underneath my paws when we met the grass, his body struggling and his eyes glowing with murder. Just then Edward, Bella and Renesmee practically floated from the smashed window and landed right beside me, Edward paced up and pushed me away. “Go phase, Jacob. We’ll deal with him,” he barked angrily.
Jeez! This dude tried to kiss your daughter and I just fell from a window trying to kill him and you’re shoving me away. Hell no, I thought sourly.
“Go phase,” his tone soothed but it was still commanding. “We can’t all talk wolf, Jacob.”
I ran in the fringe of trees feeling the familiar shiver down my spine and flare in my ribcage as my body changed back into a human – two legs rather than paws and an actual voice rather than thoughts, which Edward interrupted constantly. I quickly threw on some clothes which were kept in a pile by the trees, my arms aching. With a closer inspection I found a few tiny fragments of glass lodged in my skin but I ignored them and jogged back to the clearing.
The vamp was standing with his arms behind his back; Edward watching him closely as Bella stroked her daughter’s coiled hair gently. When Renesmee saw me coming she ran up to me with elation, “Jacob, you’re alright?” she crooned as I pulled her into a hug.
“Of course, honey. Do you think a vamp could hurt me?” I joked.
Her brown eyes were warm and they soothed the pain I could feel in my arm, “Your hurt?” she asked, running her smooth fingers over my skin tenderly.
“Not really, just a bit of glass, the only thing that could knock me off my feet is you getting hurt,” I admitted, pushing a stray hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Her cheeks were blushing. “There’s no need to be ashamed, I’m just being a softie.”
Standing on her tip-toes, she pecked me on the cheek. My heart fluttered like the beating wings of a butterfly, in the distance I could see Edward’s sour expression. You didn’t say I couldn’t flirt with her and it’s only the truth. I wouldn’t want her hurt, ever.
Renesmee pouted and wrinkled her nose as she knew I was having an internal conversation with Edward, “Do you’s have to do that? It’s really quite annoying,” she asked when we reached Edward and Bella.
“They do it all the time, darling. Why don’t we just leave it to them,” Bella responded jokingly. “If they were talking about us, I’m sure we’d know about it sooner or later.”
I stalked away from the group towards the vamp leech and all of his former-glory, his back was turned and it showed his thick corded veins running under his tanned skin. “It’s considered rude to not look at a person when they going to talk to you,” I said coldly.
He hissed, “Go to hell, you dog.”
I walked around to him and smashed my clenched fist into his face, my knuckles white from the impact. “Listen bloodsucker, I’m not a dog, I’m a wolf and just so you know,” I growled under my breath, “Renesmee is not yours; she belongs to whoever she gives herself to.” With that I walked away.
“You say that now, but what about later when she picks someone else,” he sneered.
I was so tempted to turn back to him and punch him again but he wasn’t worth it, instead I laughed. “Then that’s up to her, I won’t take away her free-will like you were planning to do.”
I rejoined Bella and Renesmee. We were about to go find Carlisle to remove the glass from my arm when Nahuel turned and headed back towards us, Edward swooped down in front of us, his body crouched and a snarl ripping from his lips.
“I have to ask your daughter something,” Nahuel stated plainly enough.
“Enough, go back home! You have nothing to say to us,” he growled.
He stepped closer and Edward tensed some more and Bella interrupted, “Edward, what’s wrong?”
“Get Nessie in the house now, he has nothing left to do!” he commanded.
Renesmee stepped away from us and towards Nahuel, her head held high and her chin sticking out stubbornly, “I want to know. Tell me.”
My blood felt like it was thick and viscous, it trickled through my veins slowly and I started to feel light-headed but I held steady. My fists never unclenched.
Edward backed away, his face covered in an unyielding fury – from that moment, I knew something very bad was about to happen.
“Renesmee Carlie Cullen, I want us to be together; I’ll love and adore you forever. Please say you will,” he was practically begging on his knees for an answer but none came. The air was peppered with an eerie silence. “I’ll be back later for your answer, my love.”
After stroking his cheek, he left; leaving Bella stunned, Edward rigid, Renesmee astounded and I felt like I was falling. Except it wasn’t me exactly, it was my heart.
It was decision time already. Who would she pick? Me or the bloodsucker?
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As we closed towards the empty terminal for our flight back to Port Angeles and then a run into Forks, I could tell Bella’s nerves or guilt felt heightened as she had left Renee and not told her about Phil’s sudden re-appearance last night.
As we had laid on the couch last night, the throb of Renee’s and Phil’s unsteady heart filled the deep silent night air, I had listened into Phil’s thoughts further. What I found there was a little more complicated than we had thought. Phil had been out late drinking with his friends for the past month, he and Renee had been fighting lately. When I told Bella her face seemed to crease with worry.
“I shouldn’t have left her, Edward,” her voice an octave higher than usual.
I kissed her cheek, breathing in the banquet of smells leaping off her marble skin, she shivered in my grasp. “She’ll be alright,” I whispered in ear. “Renee can cope, I know.”
She cocked her head to the side and stared into my eyes. She smiled. “I bet you know,” she snickered.
“I do; she’s just like you. Small but stubborn, and instantly loveable,” she snuggled closer to me.
As I curled my arm around her waist and pulled her into the empty airbase hanger her breath was ceased, inside was the sleek and streamlined jet I had ordered to fly us home. She was unaware of me spending money on her, “Edward Cullen, have you been spending money on me again?”
She hated the fact that I had to spend money to buy her materialistic objects, ‘I have everything I need already,’ she would exclaim. I nodded to her question, she grinned as she playfully punched me in the shoulder. I caught her arm before it reached mine and pulled her into an embrace, she truly is a beautiful creature, how can I be so lucky to her to myself?
“Sir, madam, your flight is ready to leave. Would you like me to show you around before take off?”
Bella gave me a quizzical look and shrugged; the man continued and strode towards the plane. The interior of the plane was covered in leather with minimalist colors across the walls. The human male’s mind was buzzing with activity; he was wondering how we could afford such a plane and what we would do with it. He was shortly dismissed. Bella gracefully strode towards me, “So where’s the captain,” she chuckled.
“Right here,” I picked up the hat from the couch and presented it to her.
Her smile expanded, “You’re flying the plane?” she questioned placing the captains hat on my head, she giggled. Holding my hand we walked into the main area of the plane and sat down, seat belts tightly locked – not that it was necessary.
When the flight had taken off, Bella watching me intently, she questioned about everything – that’s my Bella. “Since when do you know how to fly a plane?” she demanded.
“Known for a while,” I answered plainly.
“What was the point in hiring a jet with all that furniture back there if we’re not going to use it?”
I raised an eyebrow, “Who said we weren’t going to use it?”
“Well since the captain is busy flying the plane I don’t it would be much of use,” she sighed.
I chuckled, pressing a flashing button far to my right I took my hands off the steering wheel – my Bella instantly reacting. “Honey, it’s alright. I’m on autopilot,” I smirked.
With the plane flying itself to Port Angeles, we snuggled up on one of the chairs by the small jet window, Bella sitting comfortably on my lap while I curled strands of her hair into ringlets with my fingers. I hummed her lullaby quietly for a while but our near perfect silence was interrupted, she jumped from me, “Oh Edward, look!” she cried. I did as she said; I now understood what she meant. “Isn’t it stunning?”
The sky was a muted pink; threads of blue piercing through the soft pallid clouds, in between there cradled the sun – its rays penetrating the window sending our skins alight with sparkling crystals. I looked deep into my Bella’s eyes, it sending shivers of vicious venom through my body. The evening ending in bliss, both cuddled into each other by the window watching the sun duck behind the clouds waiting patiently for the rain.
“What would you do if this plane crashed, right now?”
My Bella had became accustomed to asking questions like this, she wants answers and I give them to her, however much it might hurt myself. I knew I would never put her through anything so tormenting again, for her sake and our daughters – our daughter Renesmee.”When we got close enough to the ground I would jump out with you.”
“Where have I heard that before,” she giggled joyfully.
When we reached our destination we took a swift, but graceful, run to Forks – passing Bella’s old house in which she stopped to spare some memories. On reaching the house I could sense several presences: Alice watching out for our long awaited arrival, Jacob in his wolf form in the fringes of the forest, the others occupied and lastly, Renesmee bouncing on her chair to see us. We both smiled as our daughter came running towards us, her arms outstretched.
Jacob followed us into the house shortly after, his lips spreading into a smile; after he hugged Bella and welcomed us back he went in search of food. His thoughts were full of delight; I could sense his rumbling laughter in his mind.
“Where are Carlisle and Esme?” Bella asked.
“We sent them hunting far to the North while we set up, your clothes are upstairs – I thought it would be quicker.”
Alice had this all planned out, for weeks Bella and Alice has been plotting without us knowing. They were going to throw a Mother’s Day party for Esme, of course when we heard we all got involved. The house was now filled with millions of vases, roses and many other species of flower sprouting from them, the lights from mine and Bella’s wedding – which brought beautiful memories – were hung on the walls.
Heading up stairs we all got dressed; while Bella was dressing Nessie in a smart little dress she looked at me doubtfully. “Do you think Esme will like it?”
“Of course, she’ll love it.”
“I just don’t know, I think it might bring back some bad memories from her past.”
I strode over and kissed her on the head, along with our daughters who laughed ecstatically. I remembered Esme’s past perfectly but it wasn’t to be discussed today. “It will be great,” I answered leaving the spare room.
When Carlisle and Esme returned everyone was waiting, Nessie hiding behind Jacob’s legs laughing and giggling.
Esme was shocked into a massive surprise; her mind was in confusion about everything. “Did you do this, Carlisle?”
“I honestly had no idea,” he replied.
I grasped Bella’s hand and she looked at me. Pulling away she walked up to Esme who greeted her with a warm hug, “Happy Mother’s Day Esme.”
“Oh, Bella. You did this for me?”
“Not just me, everyone helped. I just wanted to make it a special day for both my mothers.” Esme’s heart leapt with joy and she smiled, her face portraying her happiness. “Here’s a gift from everyone, we thought it would be perfect,” Bella said handing her a little woven bag. “Jacob made the bag, he wanted to help.”
Jacob shrugged in the distance.
“Thank you Jacob,” pulling the thin draw strings at the side of the little bag it sprung open, from inside she pulled out a silver locket – ‘Special mother’ engraved into the front.
That was when Renesmee jumped out from behind Jacob and came running towards Esme and Carlisle, a picture held tightly in her fists. Picking Nessie up, she plucked the picture from her hands. Esme’s heart lurched, everything went still.
I could see the pictures, everything flicking through the mind. She stopped on the image of a still child, his hair strewn across his creased face. Her first born. Bella looked at me nervously, I nodded.
There was a few seconds silence before anyone could make a move, or a sound, Esme was the first to break to the quiet. “I’m so I was just remembering something.”
“I didn’t mean to trigger any bad memories,” Bella threw in quickly.
Esme held up a hands to continue, “Don’t worry, Bella, you didn’t do anything of a sort. Actually you brought back good memories; I remembered the feeling of being a mother and realised I still am to all of you. You are my family now and there’s no need to linger in the past, thank you Bella for everything. You’d made me understand now.”
Our daughter was the last to speak before the celebrations ended that night; it was the standing chord of the whole evening. She pulled her arms around Esme’s neck and whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too, darling Nessie.”
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- Bella Cullen
My throat was constricted; venom flowing onto my parched tongue, the same burning sensation which felt like a hot branding iron had been thrust down my throat. It was a nightmare. Edward raised an eyebrow and then squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry,” he soothed, kissing my cheek sending tingles through my granite skin, “Everything will be alright, my love. You can do this.”
I had taken an extra precaution of hunting just a few hours earlier before hoping onto our flight, the smell and sensation of the pulsing veins in humans surrounding us drove me crazy. Edward was my only distraction.
We had gotten the night flight so when we arrived in Jacksonville to see my mum our skin wouldn’t sparkle in the night time glow of the dim-lit moon; I had planned to come spend a few hours with her for Mother’s day, Edward of course being a gentleman, and my all-to-willing husband, had agreed to come. Of course, Renesmee had to be left behind, I hated leaving my angel behind but she would be in the care of Carlisle and Esme, her adopted grandparents.
While people were either asleep or slowly slipping into unconsciousness I talked with Edward, our voices hushed so we could only hear each other. We were discussing our future together: myself, Edward and our beautiful child, Renesmee.
“Edward?” I questioned. I caught is piercing golden eyes that melted me to the core watching me closely, “What would happen if we were separated?” I asked seriously.
He hesitated, “I wouldn’t let you get through that again.”
I remembered it, the darkest part of my life – A new moon. When there was no Edward, no moon, I happily settled for the sun, my Jacob. He gave me a reason to be happy, I enjoyed those days hanging out in his small handcrafted garage, fixing the motorbikes, watching his large hands meander through the parts gracefully, hiking – myself slowly lagging behind.
I sat up, my brown hair falling from behind my shoulders creating a barrier between us and the others passengers, “Tell me the truth?”
His body was rigid against the chair, “You’re so stubborn,” he chuckled. “But I wouldn’t be-able to live without you. When I was gone the last time –” his voice cracked as images flew in front of his eyes. “-You managed to sustain a normal life, with Jacob, I isolated myself from everyone. It showed me how much I need you.”
“I’m your brand of heroin,” I quoted playfully as I hugged his chest, his long pale fingers curling strands of my hair into ringlets.
I broke the silence after a short few minutes, “I wouldn’t be-able to live without you either,” I confessed.
His face was creased with distress; I ran my fingers over the folds of his face slowly smoothing the wrinkles away. He breathed a sigh of relief. The flight landed shortly after, the burning in my throat far from the front of my mind.
Renee was thrilled to see us; she greeted me and Edward with one of her famous warm hugs, I could sense her throbbing pulse through her creamy membrane of skin. My throat engulfed in flames.
The house was isolated when we arrived – Phil had went out with his friends according to my mother – the house in Jacksonville was just as my mother had described it to me a few years back. Pale, but comfortable, and bathed in sunlight during the day – this I knew was bad for us but we had timed our visit just right as the weather forecast was settled for clouds and rain showers for tomorrow.
She was just too excited to find I had come to see her; it was late when she finally gave into her weariness half way through a chick-flick that had been hidden in amongst her cupboards, kissing me on the cheek and giving Edward a warm glance she strode silently to bed.
I was glad for the silence, I snuggled closer into Edward – I could hear him chuckle quietly. The movie continued to play as we lay staring absentmindedly into each other’s eyes: My voiceless heart suddenly becoming active.
There was a dull beating at the edge of my mind, hushed steps rushing across a tiled floor, a laboured panting. My eyes flickered open; Edward cradling me in his arms, he had heard as well. There was a mumbled groan and a clash of wood against wood coming from the kitchen; I sprung up ready to protect my mum. Crouched, teeth exposed, I gracefully slid into the hallway, I could hear the intruders heart beat – it was hammering, the pulses irregular. Edward whispered in my ear, “The intruders drunk, I think, I can’t read his thoughts. They seem jumbled as if they don’t know what to say.” I felt relief surge through my body.
Slipping myself into the small room I saw the hunched figure lazing against the table, its hair crumpled and sprawled across their features. The face lifted, I hissed and felt power coarse through my body – and then my limps went weak.
Phil was terrified, his angular eyebrows rose in terror and his clenched throat about to scream for help. I stood up, Edward by my side, Phil hiccuped and then blackness covered his eyes. He fainted.
It didn’t take long to grasp his sagging body and heave it upstairs where he fell asleep in the spare room, when we were downstairs again the shock and horror finally hit me.
“Does Phil do that every night?” I questioned.
My husband caressed my tears from my cheeks, “Don’t worry, honey, Renee is in good hands.”
“Your right,” I stifled a sob, “We better not mention it to my mum and say we didn’t hear anything last night.”
Edward nodded and kissed me on the lips as we watched the sun rise and depart amongst the clouds.
“-I’ll miss you so much,” my mum wept before we departed later that day. We had to get home early. She was handling the gift wrapped box which held her mother’s day gift, Edward’s last minute thinking, as she hugged me tightly. We hadn’t told her about Phil’s sudden appearance last night and when she asked we answered unknowingly. I felt oddly protective of my childish mother but I let her go and we headed off to the airport, a smile tightly pulled across Edward’s face.
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- Alice, Cullen
The towering green giants hovered above me, the rays of sun penetrating through the many layers of weak coverage. The branches of the coniferous tree’s swayed in the cooling morning breeze, it was barely sunrise for the humans – I had to hunt, I could feel my eyes turning into the midnight black in which I revolted against. The pine needles trickled down from the canopy of wooden limbs and settled against the shoulder of my cotton dress, the material soft next to my granite skin.
I could feel the same ominous twitching behind my eyes that I had become accustomed to, the familiar scent of an upcoming event, my breath ceased and my limbs became rigid – a new wave of images caressing my brain.
They slowly unfolded from the corners like a Polaroid photograph, the colours becoming deeper and the foggy silhouettes dimming into the pallid colour of their glistening skin.
There were two images placed side-by-side, one not so frightening and the other raising a staggering heartbeat, my throat constricted and the venom flowed onto my parched tongue.
First of all, the Romanian Coven were close by, I could see their red eyes pulsing with the burning sensation to feed. The second was the Volturi, Marcus and an unknown female vampire striding aside him. The light impression against my brain suddenly dissolved and I was left with a coiling knot in my stomach, panic setting in.
Running on the balls of my feet, the feeling of crushed and trampled leaves underneath my flat shoes, I felt the wind running its fingers through my pixie styled haircut. It was an exhilarating feeling for a vampire, to run, to feel free and give into your predatory instincts – to hear every creeping animal, the steady beating of their hearts, each rustle of the leaves and the pulsing of the sweet smelling blood flowing through their veins – Carnivores tasted the best!
Curving around the bend of the meander I found Jasper finishing off an elk by the galloping waves of the river, his face was calm and controlling until he saw my alarmed features. He darted over; his honeycomb hair bouncing with the wind, “What’s wrong?”
“We need to get to the house,” I panted. “Go and get Edward and Bella, they need to hear this!”
He left with haste, using all his power he tore through the trees at an alarming speed. Taking a few steps back I felt the strength surge through my legs, then without a moment’s notice I was flying through the air – my body spiralling – I landed on the nearest tree branch using my arms to flip myself around.
When I got to the house everyone was gathered in the main room, Edward and Bella were close to Nessie who was sitting by the grand piano with Jacob, who had came earlier this morning.
Carlisle’s calm, affirmative, tone was the first to reach my ears, “Alice, tell us what’s wrong?”
Edward stared blindly at Nessie with worried eyes, Bella caught his look – he tightened his hold on her hand firmly. “What’s wrong,” she demanded.
All eyes watched him intently, “It’s the Volturi,” he sighed.
The whole room erupted in chaos, each person reacting differently. Carlisle seemed to straighten along with Esme who, with her motherly instinct, looked deeply at her adopted children; Emmett was all for it “let’s do it!” and Jacob seemed to tighten the cord he felt with Nessie and instantly felt protective. He released a low rumbling growl, “What do those leeches want now! Shall I call the pack?”
“No Jacob; Alice please explain,” Carlisle replied tenderly.
I settled down by the left wall; Jasper close behind, his arm firmly around my waist, “I only saw Marcus and an unknown female vampire. I don’t think we should be so hasty, just use some caution.”
“What do you think Edward? You saw the vision as well.”
“Why don’t we just show them what were made of, we have Bella,” Emmett roared happily while sneaking a sly glance at Bella – she still had her newborn strength and her protective gift.
Edward snarled, “We will not fight!” He paused a few seconds taking a deep breath, “When I saw Alice’s thoughts I was alarmed like her, but when I took some time to think it over I thought that if they were coming to fight more would have come.”
Esme sighed with relief, “I see your point, why send only Marcus. I would have thought he was the least bothered by the vampire law.”
“Right, that’s actually why I think we should remain calm, but for a precaution to stay altogether.” He was fixed on Jacob’s gaze and then nodded – he was obviously reading his mind to make things easier. “That’s a good idea,” with that Jacob darted out the door leaving Bella to stand by Nessie while she watched him running into the forest.
I enquired shortly after, “What was his idea?”
“He’s off to run around the perimeter with Leah and Seth, and alert Sam in case they come across anything.”
It was a long tormenting hour before any news came back; Rosalie and Emmett disappeared upstairs along with Jasper who I knew would be in his office, Carlisle and Esme were in the dining room talking silently and lastly, Edward and Bella were watching Nessie through anxious eyes. They had no idea what the reason was for the Volturi’s visit, but whatever it was they weren’t going to leave their daughter alone.
Bella walked towards me, affection in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For wanting to warn us for Renesmee’s sake, if it is her they want.” She strode away, her long brown hair falling down her shoulders.
Suddenly, Edward’s eyes found the fringes of forest surrounding the house – no doubt Jacob was shouting something in his mind for him to hear. Then I heard his telepathic voice, we had gotten good at this but we had never used it for a while. They have found a scent; I have it feeling it might be our visitors.
We might have a complication if the Romanian coven happens to stop by.
I heard his laugh and Bella turned asking what was so funny. “Nothing Bella, darling, Alice was simply just pointing out something,” he answered lightly kissing her porcelain cheek.
It was then that Jacob, in his wolf form, came padding from the edge of the woods, two vampires at his side. Marcus and the female vampire we didn’t know, Edward stared at her worriedly until his creased brow was loosened. Her name is Caroline, her husband was killed by Aro, and Marcus brought her to save her life.
By now we had all gathered outside, Renesmee clutching at Bella’s jeans – Jacob’s eyes observed her carefully.
It was Carlisle who spoke first, “Marcus, what do I owe this visit?”
His lips were clamped shut and his head bowed, Edward answered his question. “He has left the Volturi, he found Aro to have murdered his wife Didyme and no longer see’s him as a brother.” Both the vampire’s coal black eyes were now settling on Nessie’s; no doubt they could hear the faint thudding of her hybrid heart.
Then slipping his hand from Bella’s, Edward moved towards Carlisle and explained the situation silently amongst the crowd. “I am sorry to hear brother the source of your sadness, yours as well Caroline.”
She was astonished by his knowledge of herself; keeping herself quiet she nodded and bowed in respect.
Then in the distance we could all hear the thumping of wolf paws, Leah and Seth came running into the clearing, all heads turned, and all eyes staring at the two figures. A snarl ripped into the air and into the clearing came the Romanian coven – Stefan and Vladimir, their bodies crouched, their teeth exposed.
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