This is my first fanfic piece. Hope you enjoy it. I have already written multiple chapters and I just got up the nerve to start publishing. It starts slow but will get there, trust me.
The charaters in this story are from my favorite books, the Twilight Series, by the talented Stefenie Myers, and her copywrite of the charaters is implied.
Chapter One: Life on Isle Esme
It had been 5 years since my family had moved from Forks, WA to my Grandma Esme's Isle. Even though I was only chronologically three when my family moved from Forks, WA, but physically I was more like a 7 year old when we left. There were two reasons why we had to leave, ironic in their contrast. The first was that I was aging too quickly, and although my Mom and Dad worked very hard to keep me safe and isolated one the Cullen property, my Aunt Alice, had a "vision." My Aunt Alice, who like some of my other vampire family, was "gifted" could see the future of some humans and all vampires, but not be directly. Aunt Alice had a vision that Child Services would be notified that the Cullen's now had a school age child who was not attending school by one of her high school classmates who had seen us at the mall. The second reason we had to move was my family was not aging at all. My Grandpa, Carlisle for example, is over 300 years old, but he stopped aging at about 23. He acts so mature, being a doctor and everything that he passes for a man in his early thirties, but to push it past 35, is stretching it, even in the age of plastic surgery.
According to my Grandpa aka "Dr. Cullen's" calculations, I had stopped aging, now like the rest of my family. I am a pretty unique, a vampire/ human hybrid. I had a met another of my kind, Naheul, when I was 6 months old. He had helped convince the Volturi, a group of "Royal" vampires, that my existence did not constitute a risk to Vampires, and had helped saved my family from being slaughtered. That and the fact that my Mom has a special vampire power, which allows her to shield the special mental powers that some other vampires have.
My Dad also has a special vampire power of reading minds. It's kind of funny how my Mom's gift can cancel out my Dad's gift. It drives him crazy, but she helps the rest of the family keep more secrets from Dad than they were ever able to do before. No serious secrets, just not letting him cheat when playing chest by reading moves in their minds.
I have two special gifts, which in itself is special, the first is that I have a really good ability to win people over, to "charm" people into being my friend. The second, and more powerful one, is that I can show people the images, thoughts, memories and feelings that I am having my touching the palm of my hand to their cheek. When I was young, this was pretty much the only way that I wanted to communicate, but in an effort to get me ready to assimilate into the human world, I had been trying to use verbal communication more and more. My Grandpa Carlisle thinks that I have two gifts, because my gift are both the exact opposite of my parents talents, and some how they came out backward when I inherited them.
Even though I was living in paradise, it was very isolating for me. I loved the sun, the water, the feel of the sand between my toes. I loved that my family could easily go outside in the sunlight, which was a huge "no no" anywhere else but here. The drawback was though that only visions of the rest of the world which I had gotten in the past 5 years were from TV and occasional rainy day or evening trips to Brazil for either hunting or shopping. But now that I was "grown up," the thing that was driving me the most crazy was how insanely in love all the members of my family are with each other.
First there were my parents, Bella and Edward. My parents met while my mother was still a human, and well, she almost died in childbirth with me, which led my father to change her into a vampire. My parents were blissfully, sickeningly, happy. I walk in on them kissing daily, and just roll my eyes. My Dad also has the ability to read everyone's thoughts, so he would know what I was thinking, and pull away from mom. Thank Heaven's that the first gift my father had ever given me was an iPod, because it allowed me not to hear the sounds coming out of their room every night, yes every night. Married couples on TV were rarely that happy after 8 years of marriage and a child, well at least not according to sitcoms of the 90s, but it seemed that blissfulness was a vampire thing, that at least until now I had not inherited. My grandparents could be over the top gushy at times too, Carlisle and Esme. For that matter my Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper; as well as my Aunt Rose and Uncle Emmett were also sickeningly in love with each other. Sometimes I just wanted to yell at all of them, Yuck, enough already. But to be completely honest, I envied all of them.
The only other uncoupled person on the island besides me was Jacob. Jacob was also the only non-vampire in the family, but he was not human either. Jacob was a member of the Quileute tribe, a community of shape shifters who took the form of giant wolves in order to protect humans from vampires. Since my family was "Vegetarian" or non-human eating vampires, who survived off the blood of animals, the Quileute's had first made a treaty with my family, and later even formed an alliance with my family to fight off an army of newborn vampires and also stand with my family against the Volturi. Jacob came to the island with us, because he was so close with my family, and well, especially with me.
In some ways, Jacob, had been my source of sanity since the move from Forks five years ago. Since the day I was born, he had always been my best friend. He always kept the atmosphere light and joking. Even though he was fiercely overprotective of me, probably because he had known me since I was a little girl, he was always up to just hanging out with me. I never felt pressure when I was with Jake. It just always felt comfortable and fun. My Uncles Jasper would join in playing sports and other "boy" stuff, and my Aunts Alice and Rosalie could be depended on for rainy days shopping trips and playing "girl" things like Barbie's, but Jacob, was always agreeable to do anything I wanted to do, and I felt the same way about him. It was always fun being with Jake, whether we were dunking each other in the warm tropical water, sitting and watching a movie, or just walking around the small island in circles. Jake made everything fun.
My parents, Jake and I all lived in the "new house", on Isle Esme, which over looked the rocky cliffs and which bordered the small jungle on the island. It was almost an exact replica of my grandparents' house, which was on the North side of the island, and my Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles lived there. Our house was on the rocky shore, with steep cliffs, which bordered the islands small jungle.
I have always been "home schooled," if that is what you want to call it. My father takes my education extremely seriously. Even though, he would even admit that intellectually and educationally, I should have several doctoral degrees, I have to spend 4 hours every weekday in the huge library with him. Dad gave me assignments in all academic subjects with deadlines. He even made me write papers that he would correct and grade. Although my mother was never as authoritarian in my schooling, she supported my Dad's structure stating that she felt bad enough that I was missing out on all the social aspects of a formal education, but at least with the centuries of education that my family had combined, I would not suffer academically.
I do love to learn, in a lot of ways my mind was a sponge, but four hours, five days a week in the same room, one word- Boring. What made my schooling tolerable, more than anything though, was that Jacob and would attend school with me. He could even make doing Dad's oppressive assignments fun, competing over who would get the better grade. I usually did, especially on essays, but Jacob always blamed it on the teacher's bias for his own daughter. Jacob said that he had dropped out of high school prior to moving to the island, and had never been a great student, but always in competition with me over grades, he would study twice as hard as I did, and keep up with my education just fine.