I sat in the car, in the driveway of my new home. I have been here since we got here, three hours ago, and I was not about to get out. I hated this place with everything in me. I never wanted to come here even to visit my Godfather and God-brother, even though they lived on the reservation. I hadn't been here since I was little but even then we were only here a couple of days and hung out at the reservation with the Blacks and Isabella Swan during summer vacation. By the age of thirteen I was bored with coming here having my father, Billy Black, and Charlie Swan dump us kids off on each other. I couldn't see why my parents were trying to punish my twin brother Xander and I. What were two sixteen year olds supposed to do in Forks, Washington? Absolutely nothing, that's what.
I could see my family from the backseat, standing in the doorway of the laundry talking about what to do with me. I know that they think I'm making something out of nothing but they weren't forced here against their will because I felt like we needed a change. As far as I was concerned there didn't need to be any changes made to our lives. Xander and I were model students back at McKinney North High School we were both almost four point students. I was editor of the yearbook staff, a member of the dance team, and I was also winner of the photography contest three semesters running. I hated
leaving everything I had behind to move to a town that didn't even have it's own Wal-Mart.
"Xaiena," my mom said to me through the small crack in the window, "Please get out of the car."
The only thing I took from my mother were her looks and the only thing that I had that she didn't were dark purple eyes that were so dark they were black to the naked eye. She had short brown wavy hair, which matched her chocolate brown eyes, that fell just below her shoulders.
"No, I'm not getting out!" I snapped.
"Xai, dear please just get out."
"No!" I screamed as I stared into my mother's eyes.
"Markus," my mother said to my father, "Will you please talk some sense into your daughter?"
That's how my father and mother talked about Xander and I, "your daughter" or "your son" seeing as we acted just like them. Xander, being closer to our mother than I am is just like her, and I unfortunately am just like our father, short tempered and stubborn to the bone. Xander even looks like our father to a certain degree same hair color, honey blond, but his eyes are just like mine an odd color, not one you would see every day. His eyes are a piercing bright red. My father is the kind of man that when he makes a decision you better not speak against it, it was his way or nothing. He was the reason we were here. He was the new Assistant District Attorney in Port Angeles but he wanted to live in smaller town, away from work.
"Xaiena Love Callaway, get out this car!" he demanded. I knew my father was furious with me, the vein in his neck was starting to become more pronounced than it naturally was.
"I want to go home!"
"This is your new home now."
"No, it's not. It's your new home and I'm not getting out!" I sassed back.
I stayed in the car for another thirty minutes until my brother came into the garage and knocked on the window. When I reached over and unlocked the door for him, he slid in and handed me two slices of pepperoni pizza. Xander was always taking care of me and protecting me like an older brother should even if he was older than me by five minutes. He was always there making sure I was never hurt, even when we were younger he looked out for me.
"Okay, so why won't you get out of the car?" asked my brother as he ate a slice of my pizza.
"I don't want to stay here." I said as I handed him the other slice of pizza. "What are we supposed to do here? They never really think about us, it's always what they want."
"They do think about us Xai. They just did what they thought was best. This is nothing like home but we have to do this. No matter how much you want to you can't stay out here forever." I hate it when Xander is right, even though that's ninety-nine percent of the time. I had to face the fact that I was in this for the long haul and there was no getting out of it.
"Okay, I'll get out."
I finally got out of the car and sulked inside, knowing that my little scene today was probably going to get me grounded. As I walked into the house I felt a weird vibe run through my body. I had been feeling like this for a couple of weeks now and I just assumed it was because of the move but I just shrugged it off and continued through the doorway. I found my parents in their bedroom rearranging furniture. I was prepared for the biggest lecture of my life but they were just happy that Xander finally got me out of the car. I decided to head upstairs to unpack my belongings. Once I was in my room I found that my parent's and Xander had already arranged my room to my liking.
My room wasn't the biggest but it was just right for me. My bed was in the far corner of the room fitting in between two walls perfectly. My desk was placed right next to the bedroom door and on top were my pictures of friends back home and box of photographs. Inside the box were pictures of my family that I had on my mural in my old room. I found the pictures of me and my best friends from here, Isabella Swan and Jacob Black, when we were swimming at the beach.
Then I ran across a photo of my grandparents, Julie Ann Jacobs, Markus Xion Callaway, Sr. and Jaid Kiana Callaway. I vaguely remember Grandma Jacobs she for some reason didn't really care too much for Xander and I nor our father. She only came to visit once and that was when Xander and I were about two years old, when this photo was taken. However, Grandpa and Grandma Callaway were always there for us. No matter the problem, big or small, they never hesitated to come see us. They always made a yearly trip from Haiti to come visit us. They always wanted to know if we had changed any since we last saw them but we never did.
I always did love their stories about demons and witches when Xander and I were younger. My favorite was the story about a Demonic Prince who conquered his older brother in battle to become King of the Demons. While he ruled he fell in love with a Phoenix Witch, a witch/human hybrid, who he was to kill but instead he set her free to live her life. When she asked him why he saved her he didn't reply he just walked away. Years later he saw the same woman being carried to the dungeon to be killed and once again he saved her but this time he answered her question. He saved her all those years ago and that day because he loved her.
From that day on they were together but secretly because demons and witches couldn't be in love it was taboo. One day the King's older brother found out about his secret love affair and exposed him to all of the Underworld. He challenged his younger brother to a duel for the thrown but to ensure he won he had his henchmen to kidnap his beloved witch. The King then relinquished his crown to save his love and his older brother took the thrown and ruled the Underworld. But what the new King did not know was that only the strongest of the family line could hold the thrown according to the prophecy. The strongest of the family line is said to be one who can be a balance between black and white magic, one who can bring both worlds together.
My grandparents were always special in my heart and even if Grandma Jacobs didn't like me I wanted this photo to be placed somewhere special in the living room on our family photos shelf of all of our special moments together. I walked downstairs to the living room and rearranged the shelf to fit my grandparent's photo in the center right beside my parent's wedding photo from their vow renewal ceremony two years ago. My father walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder as he began to ask me a question but as he did so I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body as the photo began to fade to black and I began to see fire.
As the image cleared I saw a man with long brown hair standing before my father in a fiery pit. The man's eyes glowed a reddish orange color as his hair changed from brown to white while his skin had tribal markings that grew all over his body. My father's eyes were now glowing a bright blue and his hair wasn't the short blonde it is now it was longer but it was now silver and he had the same tribal markings all over his body. Then the man with the reddish orange eyes began to speak.
"Ah, little brother. How nice it must be to face me in this battle." he laughed.
"I won't fight you to the death Jaiku." said my father. "I may be king, but I still have a choice in this fight and so do you. I am not giving into you."
"You won't give into me Markus." he said as the flames parted and in walked a guy with a girl over his shoulders, "Thank you Ezani. You wouldn't even do it for your precious Linda."
"Markus!!" screamed my mother as she tried to run to my father but Jaiku pulled her back.
"Let her go Jaiku! She has no stake in this!"
"But dear brother you wouldn't fight for her." he said as he held a knife to her throat.
"You can have the throne, just let her go." my father said sternly. I could see the love he had for my mother in his eyes. He truly did care for her. Jaiku then let her go she ran to my father and they disappeared.
As that faded away, my family began to fade in. I felt like all of the energy in my body had been drained from my body and I felt myself collapse on the floor. When I woke up my mother was standing over me chanting. When I couldn't remember what happened I tried to piece things together the best I could. As I sat up I noticed that my grandmother and grandfather were also here. I knew that there was something wrong with this picture because they were supposed to be home in Haiti or at least they were when I talked to them this morning.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Well, you had vision." smiled my grandmother. "What did you see sweetheart?"
"I saw Dad and his older brother fighting in a fiery pit."
"Do you remember the stories your grandfather and I told you when you were younger?" asked my grandfather.
"Yes sir, I remember." I said as everything seemed to suddenly hit me. My father was the King that they talked about in the story and my mother was the Phoenix Witch that he fell in love with. "But that would mean that all the stories were true."
"Yes they were stories of our family's history. Everything that you needed to know to get you to this point." explained my grandmother excitedly.
"What point would that be?" asked Xander.
"The prophecy. You're the balance in between the black and white magic." said my mother with concern in her voice.
"You and Xander are the balance between the two. You can bring both worlds together. We need you both but to make that happen you both need to train to get your powers ready." said my grandfather. "Your grandmother and I are willing to move here to help you and Linda train them."
"That would be nice Dad but I feel that this is something that Linda and I should do on our own." said my father.
That was a year ago and now I was standing in my basement trying to finish my father's demonic final. I had to pass this so that I could attend Forks High School tomorrow. Since the day I had acquired my power of premonition I also acquired new powers- pyrokinesis, shimmering, telekinesis, and electro kinesis, whereas my brother Xander acquired powers like healing, shielding, and molecular manipulation.
Today Xander and I had to control our powers and not use them in public. All day my grandparents and my parents have been trying to get Xander and I to use our powers so far Xander has been passing with flying colors. I on the other hand have yet to master not using my power of premonition like my grandmother has. She has spent over one hundred years perfecting this particular act. I can't even get a hug without feeling the spark of a vision. I knew that if I didn't learn to control this, my family wouldn't let me go to school. I would be forced to spend the rest of my junior year and maybe even my senior year home schooled. I sat on the floor of the basement trying to get myself to not have a vision. My grandfather handed me his sword and as I touched it I felt another spark.
Jaiku was standing before me in a field, laughing. I could see that he was holding something in his hands a watch or a bracelet. It felt like my heart was going to break into a million pieces.
"Give me your powers and you can have him back." he said.
"Just give him back to me and you can have them." I cried.
"You need to focus Xaiena." said my grandfather, "But I'm going pass you because your grandmother came up with an amulet for you to use. Just like she used when she first learned to control her power."
"Thanks, Grandpa." I said as I hugged him and ran up stairs to get ready for bed. I had been having visions like that one for about three months and every time it's different. My parents and grandparents said that Jaiku was going to come back and probably for our powers since we are the strongest Callaway's and the rightful heirs to our father's thrown but they never knew about the guy that I keep referring to in my visions, only Xander knew. He only knew because late at night is when my visions are the worst and he normally tries to get to me before our parents hear me crying.
Last night was a good night's sleep completely vision free. I hoped that today was going to be a good day but I could tell that something wasn't going to be good everything was on my side. I grabbed my jeans and purple tee shirt and headed to the bathroom to take a long hot shower. When I got out I decided to leave my long brown hair in curls and pulled it into a ponytail and headed downstairs. My brother was already heading out the door as I ran outside grabbing a granola bar and a bottle of juice. I walked out to the car and got in the passenger seat as Xander drove us to school.
Jasper's POV
I was sitting in the back of Rosalie's car with Emmett. Normally Emmett sits in the front and I sit in back with Alice but for the past few weeks she and Edward have been acting strange and since then she never sat with me. For some reason she felt sad and guilty about something and she wouldn't tell me what was going on. I needed to know why my brother and love of my existence were keeping secrets from me and I plan on finding out as soon as we get to school. Rosalie pulled into her usual spot, everyone got out and began heading inside. I looked over and saw Edward opening the door for Bella. I figured now was as good of a time as any.
"Edward…Alice. I need to speak with both of you." I said as I stood next to Rosalie's car. They both looked at each other then at me as they reluctantly came towards the car.
"What is it Jasper?" asked Alice as she looked at the ground.
"He wants to know what we're keeping from him. What you're keeping from him Alice." said Edward as he looked into my eyes. I could feel the pain he felt for me knowing what Alice knew. "You need to tell him Alice. It's going to happen so you should be the one to tell him."
"Tell me what? What's going to happen Alice. Love, you can tell me." I know that vampires can't cry but as soon as I said "love", Alice looked as though she would.
"That's just it Jasper. I'm not your love." she said as she hugged me tight. "I had a vision about a year ago you with another girl. You told her that you loved her. She is your true mate."
"So what Alice. Apparently since it was a year ago and I'm still with you it didn't come true." I said as I hugged her close only to have her pull away from me.
"You don't get it Jasper I had that vision a year ago and I thought that maybe everything was okay but a few weeks ago she came back into my visions. She goes to this school and she is your true soul-mate." I couldn't believe that after all this time Alice wasn't my true soul mate. I mean none of us really had a true mate except for Edward. We didn't really think that mattered but apparently it did.