The cold breeze that flew in through the window tickled my skin, raising fresh goose bumps. I kept my window open, watching the cold night outside. Night time was an important part of my dad's life. He never told me or my sister what job he actually did at night. When we questioned his where 'bouts, a nasty fight was inevitable. Our mom had died in a car accident. That was what we were informed, anyway. My lovely sister was Rosalie. We both were twins.
We were praised for our beauty in the school. We both were in the 12th grade and ready to get out of school. To those who want to know more about us, Rosalie had electric blue menacing eyes with a shiver sending glare. Her golden hair goes wavy just below her shoulder. Sometimes, you don't need a sun when she's around. Her glossy hair was enough.
She had an athletic body with all the right curves. She looked good in all type of dresses, even in our gym clothes, which was seriously a puking green color. On the exterior, she was a cold person but all she had ever been to me was a loving and a protective -er sister- twin.
Me on the other side: I had dark, chocolate liquid pool brown eyes, always warm. My equally chocolate brown hair ended in a shaggy zigzag cut in the middle of my back. I was rather slender and petite in comparison to Rosalie.
I and Rosalie haven't seen mom even once, though dad kept insisting that we had seen her as newborns. Dad said she died when we were coming home from the hospital. But when he talked about mom, I could see the tiniest bit of regret in them but I just shrug it off like Rosalie does.
We were never allowed in his room, he made sure he locked the door before he left for work. Every night at 11:30, he left home and came home the next morning at 9 or 10 A.M which is really strange but as I said before, there are many strange things happening in this home. We were never allowed in the basement also for no reason.
I and Rosalie always had fun, making up the things he could possibly be hiding down there.
"Maybe some human bodies he kills every night." She snickered, her pretty face glowing in the sunlight.
Our house was very ancient and big. A Victorian house would be the right word. We didn't know why Mom and Dad had such a big house; sometimes it looked like a castle in the dark, as there was a small tower protruding out in the side. It was nestled in the middle of a lush forest and we had to travel atleast 30 km to reach school. But the inside was modern. I and Rosalie each had master size bedrooms and big walk-in closets.
Even our garage was very big containing five new cars in it. I had a Black Audi and Rosalie had a Red M3 Convertible. My dad has two cars and a red Chevy truck.
One was a Mercedes and another was a Sedan. I seriously thought of burning the other red Chevy truck he owned. He said mom died in it. Why was keeping it then?
It was just another normal night. I couldn't sleep, so I and Rosalie sat on my bed talking about various things and especially about the basement.
"I really believe he has headless corpses inside there." Rosalie tried to keep a straight face, but her rosy lips were slowly curling up.
"Jesus Christ, Rose. Do you want me to sleep or not?" I growled flushing. "Besides, there's no bad smell when I pass by."
"Silly, he has it in a freezer where we will not be able to smell it or will it get rotten!"
"You have nice imaginations." I glowered at the possibility.
"Thank you," Rosalie grinned sweetly.
"I wish dad won't leave us every night alone in this place." I said lying on my back.
"I wish dad will tell us what work he is doing at night and what he is hiding in the basement." Rosalie said.
"Have you ever noticed Rose? Dad always smells bad after he finishes his work and comes home." I stated bluntly.
"It's maybe his sweat." She shrugged.
"No, this is completely a different smell, like, rotten potatoes." I said wrinkling my nose.
"What if..." She grimaced. "He does the cleaning underground, you know, where the entire town's poop gets stored-"
Suddenly the doorbell rang. I thanked the angels in heaven for the momentary interruption from Rosalie's disgusting explanation. It was raining and thundering outside. I stared at bewildered Rosalie.
"Who will be here at this time?" Rosalie asked looking at the clock. 12:05 P.M
"You go and see, I will be right behind you." I suggested, waving my hands toward the door.
She nodded and left. I rubbed my eyes and ran a hand through my hair, untangling it. Who would here at this time? Besides no one knew our house was here. Maybe it was Dad? But he only returned at day time. The thunder got so loud that the windows and doors vibrated audibly. Forks was really a hard place to live because of the daily rain and snow.
I shook my head and ran downstairs. Rosalie stood frozen infront of the open door. Dad came in, pushing past her.
"What are you doing here so early dad?" I asked as I stood at the last step of the staircase. Rosalie still hadn't moved.
"We have guests, Bella." He said in an emotionless voice.
That was when I noticed Rosalie starring at 6 figures standing at the threshold.
Suddenly I was hyper aware of the dress I was sporting on. A blue ancient camisole and white boy shorts.
"Come in," Dad called out to them.
Slowly, they moved in and my breath caught in my throat. The six of them were the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in my life!