Angels and Demons
Summary: The Cullens move back to Forks generations later, (No Renesmee, Cullens made peace with wolves btw) and meet Natalie, a 17 year old witch with a powerful history.
(PS: sadly, i do not own Twilight, i just wish i did)
Chapter 1: NEW KIDS
I wasn't the only one staring. As the beautiful six new students sat there, talking together, the entire school was fixated on them. How could they not be? These six were beautiful, mysterious, intimidating. And for such a small town, a family with six teenagers to move in suddenly was odd, a topic of gossip for weeks I'd predict. Yet, I looked at the new kids at the table across the room, trying in my mind to not believe what I knew was true, what the other 'normal' students had not one iota of a clue about. The six of them, the 'new kids in town" were not as new as everyone believed. The Cullens were back.
I turned back to my meal and continued to eat, as if everything was normal once again. Trying to fake normalcy to fit in, but I never did. I sat alone as usual, at the end of a long table in the Forks High School cafeteria. I ate alone because I was considered an out cast. Now I know every teenager feels this way, but for me it was true. And for good reason, too. With my powers, it was best to just stay away from the kids who will grow up to lead normal lives with normal family and friend drama. I always had to keep secrets, and my family drama was a bit bigger than "mom won't let me got to Erica's party this weekend!!" These poor, whiny, small town teenagers had no idea. Finishing my lunch quickly I grabbed my book bag and rushed past the table of vampires and to the empty library.
Walking in, I quickly smiled and nodded to the friendly librarian and grabbed a table in the back behind the rarely used reference section. I knew no one would disturb me there. I sat down, taking a few deep breaths to calm my self, before my young powers get out of control. I unlatched the little book charm on my bracelet and set it in front of me on the table.
"Existo certe" I whispered, holding my hand over the book. Doing a double check for any onlookers glancing around, I opened the now large heavy worn and torn book on the table. I flipped through the pages I had practically memorized until I got to the passage I was looking for. "Vampires" it read at the top. The old text went on and on, but I looked to notes written in the margins in my great – great grandmother's handwriting. Reading through it quickly, I knew my gut was right, these new mysterious strangers were the same ones from over a hundred years ago. "The Cullen Coven," it read, "clan of 8 vampires that feed off of the blood of animals, battled others only to protect the ones they love. Side of kindness, goodness, trust worthy."
I sat reading for the rest of the school day, absorbing every legend the book described, knowing it was all true. Along with my grandmother's own observations and knowledge. The story of the Cullen's was truly remarkable. Each of their powers, their treaty with the Quileute wolves, the turning of the human girl, Bella, deals with the Volturi, all of this I read and reread again. It all happened here, generations ago. And they didn't know about me, my family, or that I knew.
Sifting through my memory of what I had observed at lunch that day, I easily could match each Cullen with their description in the book. The one I had worried most about was Edward, I knew he could only read my mind if I let him, and if he had any suspicions the family probably wouldn't be back tomorrow. I wondered if they had any clue at all that they were not the only supernatural creatures in Forks any more.
Swallowing back any nerves I had, knowing they were safe to be around so I had no reason to fear, I quickly and quietly changed my most prized possession back into a charm and snapped it on my bracelet. On the drive home I pondered. I pondered the legends, the story, the Quileutes. According to the book, though my ancestors had no experience with being bitten, my blood, the blood of a witch, would smell like nothing but a sweet, yet inedible perfume to them.
I pulled up to my small, one story home that I shared with my parents. I walked in and made my way up to the small attic I had turned into a bedroom. It was better that the closet sized corner my constantly fighting parents called a room. I turned the attic into my own private getaway when I had discovered the book at the age of thirteen. I had gotten into yet another fight with my parents about school and work and money (which my mother drank and father gambled away) and was forced to clean up the space as a punishment. I had been in the dusty, dark room for hours when I tripped on a loose floorboard that had came up. I kneeled down to investigate, and found the book, and my life had changed forever. Picking it up out of its hiding place, I felt an electric spark flowing from the book to my veins, connecting me to it. I heard the blood pumping behind my ears and knew that I was meant to find this book. Or this book was meant to find me. I immediately opened it and started reading, hardly believing in my head, what I knew was true in my heart. I felt it. I sat up there the rest of the night, until my mother finally cared enough to investigate.
"You've been up here this whole time and nothing is clean?!" she screeched at me. "You useless child, get to work!"
"But, mom, this book," I tried to hastily explain to her what it was and what is said, but I had seen the reaction written all over her face, disgust, horror, fear.
"No child of mine…" she trailed off grumbling about monsters, and lunacy, and witches, grabbing the book from my hands.
"NO!" I yelled, reaching out to grab it back, when suddenly, time slowed and I felt all the blood, the power, rush to my outstretched hand. The book flew back into me, and my mother fell back into a pile of boxes behind her, as if a great force had shoved her back. Both of us fell silent, staring each other in the eyes, her with horror, me with shock. But I could feel nothing but security with the book in my arms again.
The rest is history. She scrambled her way out, murmuring things like "devil child," "monster," and "demon," leaving me alone with nothing but the book, and my ancestors' notes in it, to explain everything. I rarely talk to my parents now. We are only together for the sake of keeping up appearances.
So the Cullens were back. Huh. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating what I should do next. The way they had been described so specifically, they were special, different, safe. Well, as safe as a vampire could be. I wanted to talk to them. They were the only other supernatural creatures I had ever met. I had never met any other witches, even. I was literally completely alone. Maybe they could help me find some others, something to do once I turn eighteen and get out of this house where I'm so clearly not wanted.
Crying myself to sleep at that thought, I could do nothing but pray to God, if he even cared about a demon like me, that the Cullen's would be in school tomorrow.
AN: Review? should i continue or not? Cullens will come in next, i promise!! ive got lots planned for this!!