Got it, I'm BloodsuckerHater, and am damn proud of it. But I just had to do this. So, alter-ego is in this world, and let's say things happen. She's random and well.. you'll understand later. I sort a re-wrote this story from another, but in my version. The original is probably better, but you know. I give total credit to this person and if she reads this, I hope she won't be mad at me. All sparklies and brownines are owned by Stephenie Meyer, and rest, are mine. Heehee :) I'm totally gonna love this. Now read!
The soft shaking of the train seemed to lull me to sleep. The hushed plink-plink splatter of the rain could be heard overhead against the roof. I sat by a window, my arm supporting my head as I stared outside. The only things I could see were trees, green stuff, and a gray sky with the occasional lightning, but it was still interesting. My dark eyes stared back at me as I looked outside. There weren't a lot of people on the train, or at least I hadn't seen many.
The lady across from me was reading a book. She had on a gray business suit, her brown hair up in a bun. Her sun-kissed skin was a contrast of my pale tan skin and her light green-gray eyes followed the words on the page she was reading.
The lady, Mrs. Leon, was the Children Protection Service agent assigned to me about around the time I was eight, when my parents died.
I sighed, thinking. I had been the witness to their murder and for some reason was gone when people found out of the murder. People say I was kidnapped because weeks later I was found in a police station, not knowing how I got there. Being eight and young with overactive imagination, they didn't believe the details I told them about my parent's death. They put me in foster care, and I have been moving around ever since.
"Dear?" asked the lady beside me. I looked at her.
"I know we've done this many times, but your new foster mother really does want you to be there." I nodded, not believing a word. Every single foster family I have had says the same thing, but once they get to know me and my habits, and my… ways, they force me to go.
"Forks, Washington coming up in five minutes," said the conductor from the intercom.
"Get your stuff ready." Mrs. Leon said. I patted my black backpack and guitar case.
"This is all my stuff, Mrs. Leon," I said. She nodded and went back to her book. I went back to window. I wonder how this new foster mother… wait, what?" I looked back to Mrs. Leon.
"Did you say new foster mother? Does she have no husband?"
Mrs. Leon looked up. "I'm afraid not. If I remember correctly, they divorced a few months ago."
I nodded. So, just her and me… this could be interesting.
The train stopped, the conductor announcing that we were in Forks.
"It's our stop." She said, and we got off the train. Mrs. Leon rented a car and in minutes, we were heading to my new foster mother's place.
"Don't you worry," said Mrs. Leon from the driver's seat. I wasn't worrying, I told her in my mind. I was calmer than anything.
"Here it is," said Mrs. Leon. I looked out the window. It was a regular house, two story and gray bricks. There were three windows in the front and a decent garage door. From here, the door had two locks… wait, make that three locks. Not only that, but she had a doggy door. She had a dog? I quickly made note of all the details of the house before getting out of the car.
I grabbed my backpack and guitar case and walked to the door with Mrs. Leon. She knocked on the door before giving me a reassuring smile. The door immediately opened. The woman behind the door was plain, I suppose. She had blonde hair that came to her back and almond shaped dark blue eyes; a pointy chin and fair skin with freckles across her elfish face. If it weren't for the small wrinkles around the edge of her eyes that showed age, I would thought she was a teenager.
"Oh, hello!" She said. She opened the door wider, "Please, come in!"
We walked in and she closed the door behind us. I looked around. We were already in her living room. The floor was a dark rich color, a lot like the bark outside, and there were two white couches that faced a decent T.V. The walls were a light blue and it was decorated with pictures.
I looked at them. A girl smiling, a family posing in front of a chimney…
The lady stood before us, looking nervous but smiling. She offered me her hand.
"Hello, my name Alva Moore."
I looked at her hand.
"She doesn't handshake." Mrs. Leon said before accepting the Alva's hand.
"Oh." She said and she looked at me.
"What would you want to be called?" She asked.
I looked at her.
"I prefer to be called Nyx." I said. She nodded.
"Why Nyx?" She asked. I shrugged.
"So, Nxy…"
"Nyx." I repeated, my eyes flashing.
"Nyx." She repeated. I nodded. Her eyes laid on my guitar case.
"Oh! So you play music?" She asked. I nodded.
"Just a hobby of sorts." I said, shrugging.
"Are you hungry? I got spaghetti cooking… oh, the spaghetti!" She cried and turned to the kitchen. Mrs. Leon looked at me.
"You should be nicer." She said, scowling at me. I shrugged. Not my fault she couldn't get my name right. She came back, slightly flushed.
"Sorry." She said.
Mrs. Leon shook her head. "It's fine."
"So, ma'am, how long have you been living here?" I asked, very interested in Alva's past.
"Just a few years." She said, nervously pushing her hair behind her ear. Mrs. Leon and she started to talk about the weather and my papers, so I looked out the window as they talked.
Soon, the sky turned into a deep gray. Was that the version for night here? I wondered.
"Oh gosh, it's late," exclaimed Mrs. Leon.
"I just wanted to make sure Nyx got here, so I need to be leaving now." Mrs. Leon said, getting up from the couch.
"Bye, Mrs. Leon." I said as she walked away. I thought I would be seeing her soon anyway.
"Good-bye, dear." She said before walking out the door.
It was just me and Alva.
She cleared her throat and then smiled.
"How about I show you your room?" I nodded and followed her up the stairs and down the hall.
"Right here is the bathroom, this is my room, and this is yours." She explained and she pushed open a door.
"I hope you like it." She said from the door.
The room was okay. Dark gray walls, a window seat, a desk with a laptop, the same dark rich brown floor from before, and a bed with black covers on it. I put my backpack on the bed and gently sat down my case. I turned around and gave her a genuine smile.
"This is great. Thank you, ma'am." She smiled back.
"Please, call me Alva."
"Could we eat?" I asked, suddenly feeling hungry.
"Sure, come on." She led me to the dining room and served the food. We talked, and she explained that she already enrolled me for high school, so I was going to school on Monday.
"Oh, you are going to love it there! I heard it is a good school, and has a very unique curriculum!" I nodded, slightly surprised that a school would have a 'unique' curriculum. I helped her wash the plates and put them away up, but then I heard the strangest sound.
"What's that, Alva?" She laughed at my expression.
"That's just Justice. Come here, Justice!" She called. A small dog came running in and jumped at her.
"Damn!" I said as she jumped into Alva's open arms.
"This is Justice. Say hello Justice." The dog whined. I wasn't sure what breed it was. It was black with gray under-tones, and it had the biggest black eyes I had ever seen.
"That's it, my Justice." She cooed as she scratched Justice's stomach. She put Justice on the floor and she scurried away.
"Why Justice?" I asked as I turned.
"I liked the name." Alva said simply.
"Would you like to walk her?" She asked after she saw my face. I quickly shook my head. I had already lived with dogs before, I seriously didn't want to walk one anymore. She laughed, a noise I haven't heard before.
"You don't have to look so panicked." I shrugged, trying to smile.
Alva looked at the clock.
"Oh! Ten… I go to work tomorrow. I'm going to go sleep." She said and walked to her room.
"Good night, Nyx." She said. I nodded, and waited for her door to close.
I looked out the window. The sky was finally black. I slowly eased the back-yard door open. A strong smell of pine reached my nose. I walked out, and then closed the door behind me. A forest stood before me. I smiled and then ran. I reached the edge of the forest and kept running.
. . .
I strummed a few notes, trying to calm myself down. I had been in many foster homes, but this one was different. Alva and I actually got along! Living with Alva these past few days had worked out fine. She gave me space, but still was there when I needed her. She had to be the best foster mom I had ever had.
It was a surprise for me. Most families I had been with usually didn't like me the first time they see me. They always say it is something about my appearance… And then tomorrow was my first day at Forks High. Would they accept me, or call me a Goth like at several other schools? I played a short song, feeling calmer at every note.
I was in the middle of the song when Alva walked in. I stopped, looking up.
"You're really good." She said with a small smile. I shrugged and got up, putting my guitar on my bed.
"Where did you get it?" She asked, looking intently at the design. I turned and looked at it myself. It was black, with silver and purple lines decorating the neck and body. Splashes of blue were here and there. I smiled at the memory that came with it.
"My father gave it to me."
She looked up, surprised. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." I shrugged, still smiling.
"It's fine, really." I stood next to her.
"My father had planned to give it to me when I was older." My smile widened, "I found it, after they died. I've been carrying it around ever since."
My smile disappeared. I cleared my throat and gently put my guitar in its case. I covered it, hoping she wouldn't see what also was in there. I turned around.
"Was there anything you needed?"
"No." Alva said, and turned away, "See you at lunch, Nyx."
I nodded.
. . .
"Nyx!" called Alva.
"Yes?" I yelled.
"Can you walk Justice? I'm making dinner and I can't do it right now." Justice squeezed into my room and stared at me with those huge eyes.
"Ah, come on, Justice. I was just getting along with Alva. Do you seriously need me to walk you?" I asked her. She cocked her head. I raised my arms in defeat.
"Fine. But only since I know you. She barked and ran off.
"Bending to the will of a dog…ha!" I muttered and went to get the leash.
I eventually complied with Alva's suggestions at walking Justice. I walked out, Justice pulling on the leash.
"See you, later!" I called over my shoulder. We were a few blacks away from Alva's house when she suddenly took off.
"Hey!" I called. The black beauty ran into the woods, leaving me peeved.
"JUSTICE!" I yelled, and I ran after her. It was hard following her in there, missing several times, when she suddenly stopped beside a tree. I almost tripped over her.
"Justice? Girl, what's wrong?" I asked softly, forgetting why I was peeved, crouching before her, but she stood still, her little black eyes wide with fear. I suddenly felt someone behind me and I looked up to see a pale black-haired man standing behind me.
Unfortunately for me, I freaked. I immediately did a one-hand stand on the roots, lifting myself off the ground, and planted a kick to his face. The unfortunate part: that guy's face was a fucking rock!
"Shit!" I said when my foot didn't even make him move. My foot hurt, but I didn't say a word. I scrambled away, gathering Justice in my arms, her body trembling. Why was she freaking out? I turned and stood before him, glaring at him.
The guy was slow. He stared at me for a minute before faking being hurt. He doubled over, and gave out one of those fake groans.
"God, stop being dramatic." I said, peeved I didn't even make him move.
"Who are you, and why did you go creeper on me?" I asked. He stared at me.
"Um, I was just out for a walk when I heard your dog. I came to see what it was and I saw you there. I thought you needed help." He grimaced, and rubbed at his chin.
"You should watch yourself. It's dangerous to be out here alone." He said, emphasizing 'here', "No need to freak."
"I am not going to say sorry for kicking you." I said and nodded, looking him over.
He's what teenagers now days say gorgeous. Too gorgeous, in my opinion. But at least he tried to make me feel better by pretending to be hurt.
I suddenly smiled, "I'm new around here." I offered him my hand, "Nice to meet you."
He stared at my hand in disbelief before taking it, "Emmett."
I pointed to black beauty, "Justice."
Emmet scrunched his nose up, and moved her away with his hand slowly.
"I advise you not to do that," He laughed.
"And your name?" He asked. I shrugged.
"A name."
He stared at me for a moment.
"Why are you out here?"
I smirked, "I was chasing black beauty here." Justice trembled even more. What was wrong? I looked around.
"Um, how do you get out of here?" I asked.
"Don't you know where you live?"
I glared, "Not like that, dimwit! I mean, where am I? And how do I get back to civilization?"
He nodded, "I'll take you to my place. Maybe you'll know your way from there."
I nodded, and started to follow him.
"Damn it!" I cried when I stepped on my foot.
"What it is?' he asked.
"I'm pretty sure I sprained my foot or something when I kicked your face." I said.
He smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry about that."
We walked a bit, Justice loyally trailing behind us, but she was still trembling.
"Are there other creatures out here?" I asked Emmett. He stopped before continuing.
"Just a few bears, squirrels… Why?"
"Justice is freaking out more than usual, which is a lot," He shrugged but he looked slightly nervous.
We walked more when a huge home appeared out of nowhere.
"What? Couldn't find a castle?" I muttered, looking up at it.
"This is where you live?" I asked.
He smiled.
"Yeah...I live here with my family...Carlise, Edward, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, and Esme." He said, rubbing his neck.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked. He shook his head.
"It's just strange a girl like you running through the woods."
I shrugged.
"Trust me, that's not strange at all for me."
He looked at me funny when someone called out his name.
"Emmett!"
We both turned to see a woman… and she, too, was gorgous! When she saw me her face was in shock. She glanced at Emmet and me.
"Uh...Hello?" She said, sounding more of a question.
"Hello...I'm a human, and this is Justice." I smiled, pointing at the poor thing beside me. I preferred not to give out my name when I met someone new. You never knew if they were going to remember you by it.
The woman smiled a bit.
"I'm Esme." She said, advancing towards me. I smiled back.
"Yeah...Emmet was just helping me. Justice ran off into these woods, and I chased her. Then Emmett came, I kicked him in the face 'cause he was being all creeper, 'cause I got space bubble like any person would, but then I think I sprained my foot. I followed him to big castle here and here I am." I said, counting all the things on my fingers. Esme looked shocked .
"But now I'm lost." I sighed, looking behind me.
"Oh..." She said.
"I just moved here so I didn't know anyone lived in the woods." The man in the woods, creeper like a… I sang in my head.
"Right, I'm lost." I emphasized. I looked around.
"I haven't seen this big of a house since the Klark incident when I was eight." I muttered.
"What?" She said.
I looked at her.
"Nothing."
I suddenly slapped myself in the face, making them flinch with the audible slap.
"Right, I'm lost! Emmett said maybe I would know my way from here, but…" I looked around.
"I don't know where I am." I smiled wide.
"Looks like I gotta run! Come Justice, to the trees!" I began to skip off, my foot giving my slight pain. Maybe I'll find my way like this…
"No wait!" I heard Emmet call. I turned to him.
"Hm?"
"I advise you not to go alone." He said. More likely warned.
"Yes! Come into the house! I'm sure Bella can help you out." Esme said, waving her hands to the house. I smiled, and followed them to the house. They muttered ahead, small fragments coming to me.
"Maybe… crazy?...weird… skipping?" I shrugged and then gently lifted Justice to my chest as we walked in.
"It's looks nice." I said, out of awe as I looked around. They had A LOT of money.
Esme chuckled, "Thank you. My husband, Carlise is an doctor."
"Must be a very good one." I muttered, but I think they heard me because they both laughed.
"What's so funny?" A masculine voice asked. We all looked up and saw a man. He had blonde hair and beautiful eyes. His hair was combed back. His hands rested on the bars of the stair-railing.
"Uh...Carlise it seems we have an unnoticed guest. Can you please get Bella?" Esme asked. Carlise smiled, and walked away.
"Unnoticed?" I asked her. I suddenly flapped my arms.
"I'm right here! Am I suddenly invisible?" I yelled and looked at my hands. I sighed in relief.
"Good, I'm still here." They looked at me strangely.
Emmet gave me a quick smile and walked me up the stairs.
"Come meet the rest of the family." He said with a nervous tone. He brought me into a kitchen, which held three other people. They all turned to me, quite surprised.
"Everyone, this is… someone and Justice." Emmet said. The barbie-blonde girl gave me a glare and left the room. Great… I can now hate someone.
"Uh… that was my girl...her name is Rosalie. Uh… that's Jasper and that's Alice. Family." He said, placing his hands in his pockets. I smiled.
"Hello?" I said. The Alice girl came and gave me a hug. I was shocked, but Justice was even more shocked. She jumped out of arms and ran.
"JUSTICE!" I roared, forgetting about pixie and ran after her. I caught in the hallway.
"Stop running, will you? You got me enough trouble." I scowled, but she only trembled more.
"Sorry..." I said once I walked into the kitchen. Alice just shook her head, and smiled.
"What a lovely creature." She almost purred.
"Let's go Jasper." She called to the dude who was standing in the corner. He nodded, and followed behind. Lovely? And god, that dude was lost.
"Um...come one...let's go see Bella." He said, walking out of the kitchen. I followed him to a door. He knocked twice, and opened it. In there was Esme, Carlise, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and two unknown people. I bowed and then gave a peace sign.
"Yo." I said simply.
Alice smiled, and swung an arm around my shoulders.
"This is her." She said, emphasizing 'her'. I just smiled. Jasper looked away, as Rosalie growled, and walked out of the room. I pursed my lips.
"Don't mind her, dear, she's just not used to so many guest, at one time." Esme said, following her out.
At one time?
"Um, Carlise." Said Emmett.
"She kicked me in the face when we met, something about being creeper, and now her ankle hurts, so she thinks she sprained it." Carlise looked at me in surprise.
"What?"
I nodded, "Personal space."
He shook his head.
"Would you allow me to look at it?"
I nodded. He checked it, and said it was nothing serious. "And how exactly did you manage to kick him the face?" He asked.
"Like this." I said, and did a one-hand stand. I landed on my feet and looked at him. "I use to skate-board." I said. He nodded, but there was a bit of shock in them.
"What are you thinking?" The guy with gravity defying hair suddenly asked. I looked at it and chuckled. I pointed, unable to contain my laughter.
"That you got one poofy hair-do. What'd you do… put gel? It's all POOF then smooth.' I said, lowering my voice at smooth.
"Whatcha going for? Elvis?" I leaned closer, "I would say Elvis, you know."
I leaned back and then noticed mouse. I was about say hi when he rudely interrupted.
"What are you thinking?" He repeated. I rose an eyebrow, forgetting what I wanted to do. I clenched my fists.
"Edward!" Carlise snapped. Edward ignored Carlise and advanced towards me, leaving some girl behind.
"What are you thinking?' he demanded.
"I'm thinking why you'd want to know..." I growled. He was a bit taken back, but composed himself, and readjusted back to the girl.
"I'm Bella." She spoke. I gave her my Chesire smile. I pointed to myself.
"Human." I said with a nod. The atmosphere only to seemed to tense more.
"I'm just surprised we didn't notice you coming." Carlise said. I looked at him.
"Notice me?' I asked. I pointed outside.
"I was there!" I said. I pointed to the ground, "I'm here. Oh, hippo! Am I invisible again?" I said with slight hysteria. I looked at my arms.
"No, still here," I looked up, "How can't you notice? I just checked, I'm not invisible!" I pointed to my hand.
"See?" I slapped my face again, making everyone flinch again.
"Right, I'm lost! Of course you wouldn't know I was coming." He nodded slowly, like he didn't know what to do.
"I'll carry you around the neighborhood, to help you get home." Bella said.
"Let's go." She slipped out of the room.
"Goodbye, everyone!" I waved, while Justice whimpered. I walked out of the room, down the hall, and down the stairs, until I reached Bella who was standing at the door.
"Please...do not come back to this place...ever!" She warned.
"I didn't come here intentionally." I said, rather annoyed.
"I was lost! And I kicked black-hair dude."
She sighed, and held the door open for me.
"Goodbye." I whispered to the house, as Bella escorted me to an orange truck. I jumped in, as she started it up. I pet Justice and tried to calm her.
As we drove out of the drive way I noticed it got darker. I hugged Justice, and she barked softly. I smiled. I was totally gonna love this place.
I took one last look at the house, when I saw Edward. His eyes piercing into mine. They were filled with curiosity. That made me worry. Nobody could know my past. I glared as we drove past by.
. . .
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