Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Stephanie Meyers' work. She created the characters. I may have come up with the originals, but they were intertwined with Meyers' magnificent genius. The story points of view are broken up into different books, like in Breaking Dawn. I do give credit to Stephanie Meyer for that style of writing as well!
A note: Tyler is a girl, her full name is Tyler Casper is her character page -This story starts a little slow. It gives a general background of the main original character, and introduces some of the characters like Jessica Stanley, Mike Newton, Eric and others. But then it bleeds (no pun intended) into the world of the Cullens.
Mercy
Mercy - pure and simple
Longing - cold and hollow
One: Tyler Casper Moore
We landed in Seattle, the airport wasn't very crowed, and smelt of fast food, the small airport matched the small airplane we flew on. I looked over at my brothers, the twins, Dimitri and Vladimir, there handsome faces contoured into a look of disgust. Then I looked to my father, Lucius, he was smiling brightly, his bright blue eyes scanning his surroundings, his smile never faded. It was hard to comprehend a reason to why we would leave our home in Texas. I was raised in Waxahachie, Texas and I truly loved my hometown. My friends and family all there, and the heritage in the town was remarkable. To leave my old Victorian home was unbearable to do, being raised in the same house for seventeen years, to know every crack in a wall, which steps squeaked when you stepped on them. To think that your childhood home was gone and that some other family was living in it, and that they would soon find out the wonderful quirks the house had.
As I stared at my surroundings, my brothers pulled me along, they both took my hands in their own, and the three of walked toward our father as he stood smiling by our car. The three of us looked at each other, our father was never this cheerful. We shrugged it off and continued on toward our Father. He was cheerful through the entire car ride to Forks. Forks; a tiny town I'm positive no one has heard about. I had been to Forks once when I was thirteen, with my mother, we were visiting my Grandfather whom I only met that one time. He was dying of prostate cancer, and that's when I found out were my mother was born, and the reason why she had left. I guess being stuck in a small town with her family wasn't good enough for her, and she wanted a life, career and wanted her children to be born in an environment with more people and a classier lifestyle. She got her wish. My was father the head of his own Hospital in Texas, and a well-known surgeon fell in love with my mother, and conceived us. They were married for twenty years when my mother died suddenly on my eighteenth birthday, only a year ago. So I guess moving to forks was my fathers way of grieving since he really didn't cry at the funeral.
The hour drive to Forks, in my opinion, murderous, my father sang along to the old seventies rock classics as loud as he could, while my brothers each read the same book. I sat in silence listening to my Ipod. Trying to focus on Richard Marx and not my fathers horrid singing, I was unable to do so, since I was right next to him the passenger seat. I looked over at him giving him a look that begged him to stop, he smiled and lowered the music and reduced to humming along. I smiled back at him, solitude was near as I closed my eyes and listened to my music.
I felt a hand on my knee, I looked up to my father he was looking intently at me, the car was stopped at a red light. "Ty, I hope you enjoy this town, I know your mother did." He said as the car moved again, "Look that the hospital." He pointed to large blue and white building, with a sign that clearly said Forks Hospital. Compared to hospital my father owned in Texas it was massively tiny. "I kept the chief doctor, since he's such a good doctor and a kind man."
"Oh? That's good, dad. Sounds like you may have a friend." I turned my Ipod off, and put it in my pocket.
"Oh I don't know about that, I only just met the man." He smiled at me, another thing I got from him, his smile and that we not very sociable people, other than that I'm a spitting image of my mother. " His name is Carlisle Cullen. Young man, only thirty-five."
"Dad, he's only three years younger than you." I laughed, my father had a tendency of acting like an old man.
"I suppose." He smiled back at me, focusing on the road again, the car was once again awkwardly quiet again.
I paced in my new bedroom,three days after we moved, and I was still angry I could barely contain it, the sadness and suspicion. The sudden move was too much for me to handle, my migraines began to get worse in recent days and my father just refused to acknowledge it. I stopped pacing and walked to the window alcove, Forks; such a dull place, gray and rainy so different from sunny Texas. I leaned my forehead against the window, the coolness soothed me, taking a deep breath I turned around taking in my surroundings.
My new room was bigger than one I had in Texas, my father made sure it was fashioned the way I liked it, it was slightly different bedroom the way she had it in Texas. The whole room had classical theme, my grand piano sitting in one of the three alcoves, with my music on the shelves of the alcove. The room was to big for me, making me feel like it was going to swallow me whole.
Sighing I walking slowly to my bed, laying down, I stared at the pattern on the canopy above me. A knock sounded at my door. "Yes?" My light southern accented voice was quiet.
"Dad, wants you Caz,said that were having a family meeting." my brother,Vladimir, said his southern accent ringing in the large hallway,"Have you seen Dimitri? I can't find him anywhere." Finally coming into my room, looking around for his twin.
"I think he's outback reading." I said, as I walked out of my bedroom. "This house is massive, Vlad." I said as we walked through the long hallway, and down the long flight of stairs.
"It is isn't it? Ahh, me and Dimitri like it though. Finally got my room." He said placing a loving kiss on my head, I stood at the end of the stares. "I think dad wanted to introduce us to someone." Vlad took my hand, and led me into my father's office, were Dimitri was already sitting comfortably on the couch.
Vlad and took our seats next to him. I didn't believe my eyes, my father sat in his chair with a tiny women with brown hair and black eyes, she smiled happily as she sat on my father's knee with his arm wrapped around his waist.
"Kids, this is Maria. My fiancé."
