AUTHORS NOTE.
I know I am piling stories up but I get writers blocks and I am setting myself up for work. When I get blocked on Pale Room Dancing, I'll work on this one and visa versa.
DISLAIMER. I don't own Twilight. The end. I am only posting that on this chapter, since it's obvious that I am not SM.
This will be an Alec/OC story. Just playing around with some ideas, you know. I don't have a set time for when this takes place, aha. Obviously not current day.
Suggestions? Opinions? Complaints? Review! Enjoy~ Signed, Lucia (aka DigitalSpat)
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Every five years for as long as I could remember, the pale skinned group would walk up to our country side home early on the first day of January and enter without question. They would sweep into the study where my father was waiting for them, then the door would slam shut and lock behind them. No one would leave the room for hours, sometimes not even until deep into the night. I would sit in the court yard for most of the day, wrapped in my fur cape and a blanket that Elma would bring to me.
The first time when I saw the Pale Skins was apparently when I was no older than a few months, and I don't remember that time. Elma, my nanny, tells me the story often though. It went a little bit like this…
My mother was still exhausted and bed ridden after my birth and after feeding me she handed me off to Elma for the first time since my birth. I cried as if my life depended on it, I've been told, as Elma took me away from the drape dark room. Even when cooed to and doted over my face remained strained and fussed. Elma paced and rocked and bounced, but nothing seemed to soothe me. Finally, at wits end, Elma bundled me up in layers of clothing and capped my head with a fur hat and then marched outside. It was snowing silently and as soon as the air hit my rounded face, I quieted myself. It was the only silence Elma got that day apparently, the time that she had me outside.
Curious as ever, I eyed the sky and reached up delicately to try to touch the new sensation. But nothing was found in my grasp as my mit melted the snow flakes. After moments of pure wonder at the chilled day I broke out into a giggle fit.
And then they arrived. Elma says I seemed perplexed, I didn't even see them before I went silent and solemn. She hadn't seen them that morning until I did. She says that I went quiet and then turned my neck, my face still as can be. When she saw them herself, she was not surprised however. She had seen them many times before my birth.
Elma quotes that my eyes glossed as I stared in awe, unable to control my little hands as I reached for them. The next part she would always say with a sneer. The Pales hardly spared me even a look as they held their regal heads up high and continued to walk to our home in their strategically created formation. However, Elma recalls one of them looking over at me for a moment longer. One of the Pales who held the air of a leader, who had a head full of coal hair, looked at me. Or, as Elma spits, he looked through me. And then smiled.
The second time that it had happened I was a little over five years and I was teetering around the courtyard chasing the snow as Elma watched from a distance. I was old enough to wear my own fur cape and move freely rather then being curled in a small blanket and confined to Elma's hold. My cheeks were flushed and my blue eyes were tearing from the cold but I did not stop. I merely plopped down and stared up at the sky. I was never sure how I knew they were there, they didn't make a sound. In fact, they never did. I was pulled, or so it felt, to look at them. A man, with long black hair that was pulled back from his face, smiled at me and I moved up to my feet and started to pad over to them.
"KIERA!" Startled, I gasped and spun to look at my caretaker. She spewed into scolding me, "Honestly child, I asked you to stay near." I babbled an apology as she scooped me up, bowing her head to the Pales. I pleaded with her, asking her not to tell my mother. As she walked away I peeked over her shoulder. Some of the Pales were eyeing us, while others ignored us completely. But that raven Pale, the same one who smiled at me, waved. It was a single stroked wave, long and elegant.
I giggled and waved back. My arm flapped a few times for good measure before Elma whisked me inside.
It was probably my first memory.
Another five years passed without much happenstance. My mother and I bonded more than ever and I was spoiled with her love and how she pampered me with clothing. Every morning she would braid my blazing hair down my head and back, tying it with a green ribbon. I had my fathers hair, a red that tried to imitate the late afternoon sun. I always wished to have my mothers hair though, it was light and sandy. Like most days, I was expecting to spend time with my mother, but that morn my mother explained how father expected her to be in his study for the guests.
I bit my tongue from asking about the Pales. I had asked and simply been told never to mention them, not to anyone. I was an obedient child, I didn't question my parents rules. I followed them all. I couldn't help but be curious though, so I asked my mother if I could have my lessons outside. She eyed me suspiciously, yet did not object. She left me to speak to my tutor, and before I could realize it I was outside in my cape and blanket. Elma asked me to come inside until my tutor showed up, but I declined. So she brought me a breakfast of fruit and a slice of bread. And then I waited.
Without fail the Pales showed up and like I had guessed, or hoped rather, the obsidian haired man noticed my presence with a nod of his head. Older then, I realized just what had captivated me about them. Graceful, pale, and their eyes… why hadn't I noticed before? They were ruby, like no other kind of eye I had ever seen or even read of. I instantly wondered where they could have come from to have such interesting eyes.
I lowered my head in respect for the man, before continuing to follow them with my eyes. My tutor paid them little mind as he strode up to me.
"Misses, why in the world would you wish to have your courses in the cold. Surly the weather hasn't driven you mad?" he asked. I had always admired my tutor, for he was young and handsome. His brain was fresh and forever astounding my young mind, but it mattered little to me. At that age I was so materialistic and shallow. I should have admired his knowledge.
"I haven't gone mad," I replied, "And surely it won't kill you to be outside for a bit. The classroom gets to stuffy, after all. I do hope it hasn't gone to your head that there is not a world outside your walls. Such illusions will leave you defenseless once I come of age…" I paused before tacking on, "Sir."
I was very lucky, because my tutor found humor in my rebuttal. My parents would not, and no one else in the world would either. Being a woman, I was to be seen and not heard. I had never realized how blessed I was to have a tutor at all. My tutor taught me all subjects, even the ones that only men were to study. I took it for granted of course.
In addition, at the age of ten years I always had a mouthful to say.
"What would your mother do if she knew of how you speak, Miss Kiera?" he asked.
"Well, Sir Charles," I drawled, "I suspect she would first demand you be removed from the premises seeing as you are the one who taught me these dialects."
Throwing his head back in unashamed laughter he handed me a book, "Get to work Misses, you have much to do today."
Nodding, I opened to a page and began to reading. I did however glance over the top of my book to see the Pales end their journey across our large courtyard. They then disappeared into my fathers study.
Yet another five years passed and I felt as though I was through growing. It was once again the first day of the new year and I was sitting outside, remembering that the Pales would be visiting. It was all the same and yet everything has changed. Sir Charles was already sitting with me, teaching as I longingly waited for the routine visit from the Pales.
I felt pulled and I felt relieved. As soon as they strutted through my fathers gates in their cloaks, I sighed. The world wasn't completely mad, some things remained unchanging. Elma was in the distance, watching Charles and I like a hawk. For some reason she seemed to think that there was a budding romance between my tutor and I, who had just turned into his thirtieth year. He was twice my age and though it wasn't uncommon for someone my age to be married off to someone of his age, he showed no interest and the social rankings were incompatible. Those were the two major criteria for a marriage after all.
In addition, I never wished to marry. I wished to travel the world, which for my gender would seem to be unheard of.
I boldly shut my book and gave a wave to the dark haired man. Inclining his head, he smiled kindly. He hadn't aged a day. I was not joking when I said that some things remained the same. There wasn't one thing that had changed about the man, or any of his companions. I was so curious as to why, but all I could think of was magic. And that was just preposterous. Magic only stayed within the silly fictional novels that I read, the very same novels that planted the dream of traveling.
"Misses, we are no where near done with your lessons."
I tore my eyes away from the group of Pales, not bothering to move my untamed hair. Nodding to him I opened my book once more.
No words passed my lips. In fact, not a single word had been said from my mouth for the past year. Exactly a year as of that day.
"Miss Kiera, surely you aren't planning on keeping your silence for much longer?" Sir Charles asked wearily. Passively, I tilted my chin up and crossed my legs at the ankle. My tutors words bounced from me without a proper reaction. I took my notes. My tutor grunted, defeated.
Every day he asked the same thing. Every day I would sniff and ignore him.
Feeling unusually frisky that day, I eventually slammed my studies down and began pacing through the cobbled courtyard. Pent up anger ran through my veins and my tutor gave up on trying to get me to sit down. He had left well before noon. Elma did not say a word as I scurried to and throw, my hands shaking all the way. I huffed out little clouds, getting lost in my own mind to the point where with every passing moment my chest tightened.
"Kiera."
I spun on my heel to come face to face with my fathers right hand man, Sir Nikolas. Unlike the pales, he had aged much for the youthful man that I remembered from my childhood. Sir Nikolas was then a graying man. I looked down my nose at his tall stature, waiting for him to proceed.
"Your father is summoning you to his study."
I held back a snarl. My father. The reason for my vow of silence.
My late mother's murderer.
I suppose you can say that my tale begins right as I stomped from Sir Nikolas and slipped into the office that my father hid in. In my fury I had hardly remembered just who would be in that room.
The Pales were going to throw my life into change.
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I know it's unedited. I'm sorry. D; I'm working on it, I swear! What do you think? Is it worth continuing?
