Hey MaraLynne here! I just want to say that in no shape or form do I own the Twilight series, nor do I own any of the characters. I do however own William, Leila, Chloe, and Valia (yet to be introduced in the preface). I've tried to take a crack at writing before, but nothing has ever quite worked out. But this, this story is in my dreams at all hours of the night, jerking me from my slumber, so that I can hot down notes for it. I have a feeling I may actually finish this one.
Any comments or feedback is appreciated as long as it hold constructive criticism. Telling me that my story is a pile of elephant poo is not helpful. Of course if you wish to send me a note telling me that it is stupendous, well then by all means do so. I know this isn't your typical Twilight story, but that's the whole reason for writing.
Ok, enough of that. Enjoy this chapter! And please review!
Preface:
I glared at the faces that surrounded me, and hatred I knew not that my heart could possess, radiated from my body. The anger boiled inside of me, pushing out, my mind swirled in these emotions until all I saw was red. I felt the room begin to shudder and quake. A piercing scream filled the room and my ears, and it wasn't until I opened my now black eyes did I realize the one who emitted the scream, was me.
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Renesmee stood back and looked at the large house that loomed before her, a smile on her face. 'My God, I thought our home in Forks was huge. This one takes the cake,' thought Renesmee.
The house was indeed large, sitting on the back of the sprawling green yard, surrounded by towering trees, it's 15,000 square feet stretching comfortably across two stories. As if that weren't enough, sitting about 10 feet away from the house to the right was an extremely large garage, completely capable of handling a capacity of 15 cars. The red brick house had tall white columns stretching to the second floor framing the glass, double front doors. Large bay windows, framed in white, filled the walls. It was a lovely house, and would suite their large family perfectly.
Large family was an understatement. With 13 members of one family living under one roof, it was no wonder Carlisle and Esme had gone through such trouble to purchase the large home in Astoria, Oregon. Yes, the family would miss Forks, but the time had come to move as townspeople were becoming suspicious of the family and their seemingly ageless appearances. Not to mention the house was very tiny for their large family.
As Renesmee continued to take in her new home in silence, she couldn't help but smile again as she thought of the new and great opportunities her family would have here. She was also apprehensive because this would be the first time for not only herself, but for her own mother; Bella, her husband; Jacob, and their children; William, Leila, and Chloe, would be putting on the façade of being high school students, as well as Carlisle and Esme's adopted children. 'This is going to be interesting.'
Startled only for a moment when she felt a large hand cover her small one, fingers intertwining with hers, she looked up to see her husband staring down at her. "Well this place looks nice," said Jacob. "Don't you think so Nessie?" "Yes Jacob, it's perfect for our family," she replied looking up at her husband, smiling softly. He leaned down and placed a kiss softly on her cheek as he led her to the house.
The rest of the family had arrived at the same time, but most had scrambled to claim their respective rooms. Of course the couples would each have their own rooms and would have first pick, so the children, if they could be called that, would be forced to pick last. Jacob and Renesmee could care less which room they were given, as long as they were together, and laughed in dismay at hearing their offspring screaming at each other about who would get what room.
"I think our ever sweet children are at it again," sighed Nessie to Jacob. "Some things will just never change," Jacob replied as he strolled towards the house, Renesmee in tow. Passing through the open glass doors, Renesmee and Jacob entered their new home for the first time.
The living room was the first room of the house once entering. It was wide, spacious, and already decorated thanks to Esme and Alice. The back wall was made entirely of glass and looked out into the backyard, filled with a large garden, swimming pool, and Jacuzzi. The fading sunlight shone through the window, illuminating the soft cream-colored carpet and white walls. Three large, plush black sofas sat in front of a large plasma flat screen mounted on the wall. A grand fireplace stretched across the opposite wall, it's rich brick and woodwork warming the room. In the far corner across the room was the black grand piano from their previous residence, so Edward could continue to play. A vast shelving unit was pressed against the other wall, filled with photos of their family, knick-knacks, and some fresh wild flowers. Off to the left lay the entryway to the formal dining room with the kitchen lying beyond it. To the right a large hallway that led to the master suite, a guest half bathroom, and two large bedrooms that each contained their own master bath. It also contained the staircase to reach the second story. All of the rooms had been decorated, compliments of Esme and Alice, making it easy for the couples to decide which rooms were theirs, since at least one room contained their decorating tastes.
Carlisle and Esme had the master suite located at the end of the hall, while Alice and Jasper, and Rosalie and Emmett claimed the two other bedrooms on the right and left sides, respectively. There was a large closet, no doubt meant for Alice, on the right side of the hall, and the half bath located on the left.
Continuing on the tour of the house, Jacob and Renesmee climbed the staircase to find their own room. Reaching the top, they were startled when one of the doors flew open with a bang and out soared a box, crashing into the wall, leaving a large dent, its contents spilling out onto the polished dark wood floors. "Chloe, you are so dead," screeched a high melodic voice. "I told you Leila, and made it perfectly clear when we stepped into this room, that it belongs to me," Chloe shot back. "Ha! Stomping your foot like a petulant child and demanding I move, does not give you claim! I beat you up here, thus I have first pick! Besides, you know I need the space," Leila said in retaliation.
Renesmee and Jacob looked at each other and sighed. "There's nothing we can do about it Nessie, you know they're just going to fight no matter what we do," said Jacob as he lead her down the hallway in the opposite in search of their own room. "I know, but you would think they would just be ecstatic about having their own rooms and be able to decide in a reasonable manner. Instead, they are acting like 5-year-olds who are fighting over a Barbie doll," replied Renesmee in an exasperated voice as she listened to her daughters yell at each other.
Passing by an open door, Renesmee saw her son stretched out on the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. "Well William, I'm glad to see you were able to secure a room for yourself without any trouble," said Jacob. "Yes, well not much of a choice in the matter really, Mom. Leila and Chloe are having a fit about which of them gets the room with a couple feet of extra space. I figured I'd stay out of it and just take the smallest. That and I think Aunt Alice intentionally left these room undecorated just for that purpose. You know how she and Aunt Rosalie like to watch them fight. It always proves to be better than any boxing match on television," said William as he sat up and look at his parents.
William took after his father and mother in so many ways. His muscular build was just a bit smaller than his father's because he stood at 6'4". His pale complexion was that of his mothers, as was his copper colored hair. Fortunately, it was sleek like his father's and not curly. His pale face was set with startling deep green eyes, a straight nose, full lips, and straight white teeth. He was the quietest of his siblings, tending to keep to himself. A talented musician, he played the piano just as well, if not better than his Grandpa Edward. He was also very intelligent, and spent most of his free time reading.
William really did have a point, thought Renesmee. The girls really would get along much better if Alice and Rosalie didn't interfere in their lives for their own entertainment. This was just another perfect example. Instead of decorating the girls' rooms in a style Alice knew would suit each, she left the rooms completely bare, except for the basic furniture: queen-sized beds, nightstands, large desks, shelving units, and entertainment centers. This also let the girls' realize they would get to decorate their own rooms during the next week, and that one room was slightly bigger than the other. Leila wanted the larger one for the sole fact that she owned more possessions. Chloe wanted the room, well if one were honest; she just wanted what Leila wanted.
William's room was designed the same way, basic furniture in place, bare walls, and a bare floor. All style decisions would be left up to him during this week before school began. And really, all the rooms were very large without including the master baths and walk-in-closets each room also housed.
Another crash resounded in the hallway, causing Renesmee to rush into the hallway. A medium sized nightstand was now embedded into the wall across the open doorway that Leila and Chloe were still fighting in. "Chloe. This. Is. My. Room," Leila snarled between grit teeth. "Over my dead body!" "That can be arranged!" Hearing enough, and jumping back when a gilded mirror came flying through the door, crashed into the wall, and shattered, followed by another series of loud crashes coming from the room. Renesmee stormed down the hallway and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight inside the room.
Clothes were strewn everywhere, another mirror lay shattered on the wood floors, a dresser laid on its side drawers half-way out, and a toppled book shelf lay face down, but there in the middle of it all was a tangled mass of limbs: Leila and Chloe.
Most people had the same reaction when they saw the two teenage beauties: there was no way in hell they were twins. Leila's deep auburn, loosely curled, shoulder length hair clashed with Chloe's sleek, layered, shoulder-length, midnight black hair. Leila had deep amber eyes, while Chloe's were a clear steely grey. Each possessed a soft full mouth, small white teeth, pale complexion, and tall, slender, curvy bodies. If their physical appearances weren't different enough, their personalities were completely opposite as well.
Leila was outgoing, kind, intelligent, energetic, graceful, and a devout follower of all things fashion. Chloe was very talkative, loud, sweet, and extremely graceful even by werewolf and vampire standards and more so than her sister, and also an avid sports player and fan. Leila, the girly-girl and Chloe, the tomboy. Complete opposites.
Renesmee looked down on her two daughters, in the middle of a squabble on the shattered glass and designer clothing, squared her shoulders and let out a piercing whistle between her teeth. The girls looked up startled and scrambled to their feet. "That is quite enough, girls. Now, either you decide right now who gets this room or you will both be sleeping outside for the next week," said Renesmee as she glared at her daughters, who were now staring back at her in shock. "Mother you can't be serious! My clothes will be ruined," shrieked Leila as she stared at her mother in horror at the suggestion just made. "Ha, I don't mind staying outside Princess, so why don't you give up and hand over the room before you ruin your stilettos," said Chloe, a smirk of satisfaction on her face. "UGH, FINE," Leila screamed at Chloe as she started to pick up her clothing, shaking out the shards of mirror "TAKE IT!"
"Victory is MINE," shouted Chloe gleefully as she jumped onto the bed and started doing a celebratory dance. "Not so fast young lady. You are going to help your sister move, since it seems most of her possessions are all ready in this room, and she will need help." Leila let out a gleeful laugh, as Chloe stuck her tongue out at her. "You are both to also clean up the dreadful mess in the hallway you have caused and repair all the damage. To top it off, there will be no shopping for a week for you Leila, and no sports on television or attending any sports activities for a week for you Chloe," said Renesmee with a satisfied smirk as she watched her daughters eyes widen in horror. "Mother you can't be serious!" "No…shopping….for….a….week." "The soccer tournament starts today! I can't miss it!" "NO SHOPPING!? MOM!?" "Mom, this only comes on for a week once a year!" "I'm supposed to go with Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie tomorrow to shop for furniture for my room!"
"ENOUGH! I can always add some more time to your punishment if you would like," said Renesmee, staring at her daughters with a death glare that both knew not to challenge. Nodding in defeat, the girls set to the task of cleaning and moving as quickly as possible.
Renesmee walked back over to Jacob, who stood dumbfounded in the doorway. "Leila and Chloe: 0. Mom: 209,398. Never tell me nothing can be done, Jacob dear," she muttered as she pulled her husband down the hallway to their new room.