Almost everything in italicsis a thought. Just getting that out there. I hope you all like the story. It's one of my favorites so far. Review! And enjoy;)
I was shaky when I first saw her.
She walked in lithely. Full of confidence and energy. She looked like an archangel in a leather studded jacket. Her jeans were ripped like she had gotten into a fight with a mountain lion. Black boots hitting the ground with an audible click each step she took.
Her hair flowed like a black river I once swam in as a child. It twisted and turned like her curls. I remember the artificial sand on the banks of it. It grew darker under my wet feet. It was the color of her skin, but I know if I grasped her she wouldn't fall through my fingers.
I barely noticed the rest of her family walking in but I knew they looked nothing like her. She was like a chocolate colored beacon of hope. I thought I was drowning in everything that was Ashtan Hale. My lungs burned and heaved. I thought I was done fighting.
And then Edward walked in.
I saw land.
She sat beside me in fourth period.
She'd tap her pencil on her notepad to a beat only she could hear. Her black eyes flicking over what she had written. I clenched my fists as she bit her lip. That was a habit of hers.
(She had a lot of habits.)
They were the most appealing lips I had ever seen. Juicy and red like strawberries.
I could feel myself falling under her black waters again.
I remember the first time she spoke to me. Her voice was like the waters of the Nile. It flowed seamlessly. "Hey Bella, do you have a pen that I can borrow," she said quietly. We were in class but I felt like we were alone. Surrounded by trees with our feet in the sand. The way her mouth wrapped around my name made my body heat up.
My face flushed and I nodded a little too frantically. I fumbled around in my book bag until I found one. It was my favorite. I never used it because it costed so much. It was for writing something important. I never had anything to write with it. I didn't even use it to write about Edward.
"Here you go," I croaked. My throat felt dry suddenly. She beamed at me and I blushed again. Her teeth were like porcelain. They were like fine china.
As she grabbed the pencil our fingers brushed against one another. It felt like slow motion. Sparks ran all the way up my arm and man her skin was so hot. I jerked back and regretted it immediately.
Her eyes seemed to widen just a little. I knew she felt it too. I silently wondered if that would happen every time. I wanted to find out.
She can keep that pen forever.
She was so unlike the rest of the Cullens. I knew something was up with the rest of them but with her I could not tell to save my life. I spent most of my time around her at school trying to figure it out.
At lunch, I would sneak glances at their table taking notes in my head. Where her family had golden eyes, hers were black. Not just dark brown, they were as black as onyx. They were like Edward's when they changed.
Where they were pale, she was like glazed honey. That had to do with ethnicity but I knew that if she was like them her skin would look somewhat unnatural.
She looked perfect to me.
Where they were unnaturally beautiful, she was just very attractive. She didn't look like a goddess but that didn't take away from her allure. Just being around her drew me in. It took everything not to reach out and touch her skin. It glowed like the Sun.
She ate a lunch. I never once saw the others eat anything. She would pack her tray full of food and even steal from theirs. I never saw her eat anything but meat. And lots of it. Where did it all go? She liked to were revealing clothing to my chagrin. She was sculpted by the Gods themselves.
When Edward confirmed that they were vampires I was still not satisfied. I wanted to know what she was. I just knew she was unique.
"Is Ashtan a vampire too," I asked with some hesitation. He looked a little bit frustrated.
"You'll have to talk to her about that."
I gritted my teeth. I hate surprises more than anything else.
The first time I visited Edward's house I was shaky.
I was not afraid in the slightest but I was anticipating what to say to her. I needed to find out.
There she sat on the kitchen counter with Rosalie between her legs. She seemed to be braiding her hair and unbraiding it without even looking down. She smiled big when we walked in. "Hey Bella, we're cookin' for you," she said excitedly. I couldn't help but smile in return. She was so inviting. I didn't notice Edward tensing up beside me.
One day in class I had had enough. I needed to know right now. She sat beside me nodding her head to music that I couldn't hear. I took a moment to admire her. She was so different from everyone else I had met in Forks.
She reminded of Phoenix and everything I had left behind. She reminded me how much I missed the Sun but her presence was just like it. Warming up everything that came near.
Her family orbited her like planets. Even Rosalie smiled around her for goodness sake.
I noticed how they seemed alive around her. Human.
"Are you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna ask," she whispered, snapping me out of my daze.
I could hear laughter behind her words.
I blushed violently. She elicited anxiety in me like no other. "What are you?"
Her eyes closed and she shook her head with a smile.
When they opened she looked me in the eyes.
Black water.
"Werewolf. Full moons and all that jazz," her voice sounded a little sad. She didn't want this either it seemed. I frowned deeply. I wondered how this happened but I didn't want to ask.
She must have understood the expression because she went on.
"My mother was one too. It ran in our bloodline. Vampires killed her but not before she gave me to Carlisle. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here," she said, looking down at her hands. Old pain marred her beautiful features. I suddenly felt a surge of courage.
I reached my hand out and took hers in mine.
Electricity.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. And I was. I could never imagine wanting to harm such an amazing person. She gazed into my eyes with an unreadable expression. Her lips twitching into a smile. She squeezed my hand lightly.
It was so warm and smooth. Like that river.
I could feel myself drowning again. I didn't have any reason to struggle.
It felt like falling asleep.
There would be no land this time.
