Healer? Vampire? Both?
A/N: I don't really know if this story can go anywhere please let me know what you think!!
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B POV
My mother's death was such a shock. She was working her shift at the hospital one day in June, and when she came home that night, she looked terrible, pale as a ghost. Her normally glowing face looked almost transparent. I would feed her and take care of her. She was confined to her bed for a few days.
One day, one of the last of the school year, I was called to the office. The principal told me the bad news, my mother had passed away. I knew it was coming, she had filled out her death certificate the day she came home from work. It said she suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. That is, indeed what happened, the principal told me. I looked to the sun-glared window, but saw nothing. I ran from the office, and drove home.
Let me explain how this could be. My mother and I call ourselves good witches. We don't ride brooms, we don't even cast spells. A better word for my mom's gift could be "healer." She can sense when a person is in pain, and even removes the pain by touch. She chose to work as Head Nurse in Scottsdale, AZ. Once, I asked her how her gift, the healing, works, and she told me, "I don't do anything it's all a work of God. I find the pain in a person, remove it and send it to God. My life is one of service, and so is yours, Bella dear." I still don't understand, but there is no way I can ask her to clarify. I wonder if I could have done anything to save her. If I could have lessened her pain, maybe she could have lived. But I try not to think about it, it's in the past.
My mother was my best friend, because I have a gift too, I found it hard to really connect with other normal people. I have a visual gift, I can see what is happening, right now, anywhere in the world. I only need to be relaxed and look into a reflective surface with the sun shining on it. I just think of a place, and I can see it and what is going on there. I usually use the pond in the woods behind my house, because the scenery is so calming, and I don't get distracted by anything there. I am a special 'witch,' because I have part of my mother's gift too. My mother could heal anyone, as long as their injury was not fatal. I can only heal minor things, a pulled or strained muscle, headaches, minor cuts.
The majority of the women on my mother's side of the family have some gift. My aunt, Finnovair, can see the future and influence you to do what she wishes. That is freaky, and mother and I stay away from her. Until now, that mother is dead. I have no family remaining, and must decide what to do with my life. I don't have a father, either. Well, he left mother when I was an infant, so I have no memory of the man.
So, I am a minor and the law says I need a guardian, and this aunt is my only living relative, so I have to live with her. I am currently stalling them both, and in a few weeks I can live legally on my own. It's October now, and my 18th birthday is in December. I plan on moving north after I sell my mother's house, and some of her things. It is too depressing to live here, in the house my mother lived in, decorated and made into our home. The memories haunt me, and I can hardly get to sleep at night.
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It is my 18th birthday, December 21, and I just signed the last paper saying my mother's house is officially sold. I have most of the stuff packed, that I am taking with me. I have been searching the north in my pond, and found a place I want to go, the Olympic Peninsula. It looks so calm and serene there, just what I need. After I found an area to live, from my visions in the pond, I need to look for a home now.
Some research of the area showed me that the small town of Forks is basically all I want. I called up a real-estate agent and found a small house I could rent. I will be in Forks by the end of the month, enrolled in my senior year of high school. I will be starting after the Christmas break, in January.
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Well, here goes nothing. It is January 8th, my first day of school at Forks High. I spent the few days between moving in and this morning decorating my house and learning how to get around the small town. Forks is tiny, about 3000 people. It has a small hospital, one grocery store, several small family owned shops, and two diners. The school is not hard to find, like everything else, it's along the main drag. I bought myself some furniture, couch, chairs, and kitchen table. The rest I brought from home in Mother's old Chevy truck. I made myself breakfast before locking the front door and heading to school.
Walking into the office, I pull up my hood as it starts to rain. I have noticed that rain is Fork's most prominent feature.
"Hello. I'm Bella Swan, I called you a short while ago, I am a new student." I tell the secretary in the small, professional looking office.
"Oh, hello dear. I am Miss Cleary let me get your schedule for you." She says, bustling through her papers. She looks maternal, round faced and caring.
"Thanks," I say as she hands me a schedule, school map and slip for the teachers to sign. She shows me several of the buildings, outlining my best route for the day.
Wishing me luck, she sends me on my way. I look quickly at the map before looking for the English building. I enter the classroom tentatively, unsure if I got the right one.
"Mr. Mason?" I ask, handing him my slip.
"Ahh, the rumored Bella Swan finally appears. The office ladies have been gossiping about you." The middle aged man with an aching back says, happily taking my slip to sign.
"Umm, yea." I say, totally embarrassed, face flushing. He signs the slip and hands me a book before sending me to my seat in the back of the room.
I had a feeling that I won't like English class in Forks. As I take off my coat, I notice everyone staring at me. I sit down, looking at the syllabus that was on top of my new textbook. I am a bookworm, reading about the places I've seen in my pond. Usually English is my favorite subject. I notice that I have read all these stories, the classics like Shakespeare and Austen, already. I could have used all my essays from Arizona, but in my haste to move, I threw all that kind of stuff out. The class passes by in a daze.
"Bella? What's your next class?" A nerdy looking boy with terrible acne asks me.
"Um, Government in building Six with Jefferson." I say, quickly referring to my new schedule. He looks a bit over-eager to help me. I notice most of the guys in the classroom are staring at me, hoping for some attention.
"Oh, I have Trig, and Government is on my way, I can take you." He says, definitely over-eager.
"Sure." I say, grateful to not need the map. He takes my bag, leading the way out of the classroom.
"I'm Eric, by the way."
"Hi Eric."
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The rest of the morning passed in the same manner, teachers giving me a book, directing me to a seat, the students, mostly the guys, stealing glances at me all class. I never really was noticed back home, since everyone knew mother's powers, they all stayed away, afraid for some reason. I had a few friends, mostly children of people who worked with Mother, and saw the good she did. I am attractive, getting my mother's pale Irish skin and green eyes, and I assume my father's chestnut brown hair. I let it grow long, waving down to my waist. I am thin, with just the right amount of curve to my figure. Boys back home never seemed to notice, but now all the guys are staring. I even heard a few whispering in Spanish class about my "cuerpo caliente".
Now I am in line at lunch with Jessica, the person with enough guts to approach me in Spanish class, and the first girl to do so. She is prattling on about classes and who the hot guys are. I never cared to gossip and such, so I tune her out, nodding when she pauses in conversation, grinning here and there. We sit at a large table, near the center of the cafeteria, with several of the people I met today. Eric, the guy from English, Angela from Calculus and Mike from Government, along with a few other faces. We all talk for a few minutes, and I get to know the names of several people.
About ten minutes into lunch, three of the most gorgeous people I have ever seen enter the cafeteria. They all are paler than pale, thin and beautiful. They waltz in gracefully, get their food and sit at an empty table near the corner of the room.
"Who are they?" I ask Jessica, pointing to the newcomers.
"Oh, they are the Cullens. They are all adopted and together together." She answers, somewhat annoyed. I don't understand, but she launches into a story about them. "They are all adopted by Dr. Carlisle Cullen. The short, dancer-like one is Alice. The blond guy who looks like he's in pain is her boyfriend, Jasper. The other one is Edward. Jasper has an actual sister, Rosalie, also adopted, but she graduated last year with their other adopted brother, Emmett, HER boyfriend. They are going to college in Seattle now."
"That's odd, to be adopted, but dating?" I say, eyeing up the single guy, Edward, deciding to check them out after I get home. If the father is into adopting children to set them up... maybe I should tell them I'm an orphan.
"Yeah, their dad, Dr. Cullen, is like a matchmaker. But don't even think about Edward, he doesn't date." She says, clearly annoyed. I wonder when he turned her down. "Apparently no one is good enough for him."
"Aren't they old to be adopted?" I ask, curious about them. Something seems off, but I can't tell now, maybe a viewing session will fill in some answers. I notice Edward glancing at our table, almost glaring at me.
"Yea, they are. They were adopted when they were five or something, and they still live with the Cullen's. I think they are really tight, as far as adopted families go. They always go on trips together."
Jessica goes back to gossiping about who's dating who and if so-and-so is really cheating on his girlfriend. I drift in and out of the conversation,
The Cullens get up to leave, and walk past our table to get rid of their trays. As they pass, I feel something from the blond one, the one Jessica said looked like he was in pain, and it seems like he is in intense pain. I turn to look at him surely someone won't be walking around if they are in that kind of pain. But it confuses me, the majority of the pain is radiating from his throat. How can that be? Before I can really sense anything, he is gone, his siblings following quickly behind him.
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