This is my first Twilightfic and I'm hpoing you all enjoy this. It's Post-Eclipse/pre-Breaking Dawn. Lana is a brand new character who I have brought into the series and other parts are diffrent. Jacob has ran away and came back. Alice, Edward, and Bella have delayed a semester of college but most people just believe they are home on weekends. Any other questions I will be happy to answer. Anyway, I do not own anything except Lana everything is owned by Stephenie Meyer. The whole story is based on "One Minute" by Kelly Clarkson and this chapter is based on "Why does it always rain on me?" by Travis. Enjoy and review!
I have always believed in destiny. That everyone in the world has some predestined fate that they are meant to fulfill. No matter what they shall fulfill it. Even I had some preplanned destiny. No matter how many doubts I had about it; No matter what hardships I endured; My destiny would lead me to a better life. But what I didn't know was that my destiny would lead me here. That I would be led to things I didn't understand. Led to my life or what was left of it.
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My Ipod buds were in my ear blasting Radiohead's greatest hits. My feet moving to the rhythmic beat. The sun had just set and I was making my way back to the car in the neon glow of streetlights. My hands were full of the latest sketches I've done. The street was desolate, not a place I want to be in the middle of the night but I had to get home. I walked quickly seeing my car in a short distance. I could hear a whistle from a man standing against a building. He wasn't there a second ago. I just ignored it like I've always done and just kept walking. I heard his foot steps behind me. I felt him come closer until I could feel his breath on my neck. I turned around sharply. He looked startled at my abrupt movement. I stood my ground and stuck my paintings under my arm.
"Do you have a problem?" I said pulling out my ear buds and stuffing my Ipod in my pocket, not letting my eyes slip from him. He smelled like whiskey and cigarettes. He backed up a little evaluating me. I could see the lust in his eyes and I felt disgusted.
"Come on, Sweetie. You're looking for some action," he said slurring every other word. He came towards me and grabbed my wrist. I instantly dropped everything I owned. I elbowed him in the face with my other arm and side kicked him in the stomach. He fell to the floor groaning. I started to grab my stuff to run away but he grabbed my ankle. I fell slamming my knee into the concrete. I bit my lip hard trying to fight off the pain. He started to pull at me and he got enough grip to get on top of me. I started to scream and he placed his hand on my mouth. I bit him hard and kicked him. He groaned in pain again and I pushed him off me. I kicked him again when I was firmly planted on the ground. My anger raised and I kicked him again. He should be beaten for what he just tried to do.
"Hey!" Someone yelled from across the street. He was tall, very tall, with dark eyes. I didn't take the time to really look at his features. He started to run towards me and I got my defenses ready. I did not just fight off one man to die by another. He got closer and I planted my feet firmly, again.
"Are you ok?" He asked right in front of me. Seeing him closer made me realize how soft his features were. I felt calm wash over me. He wanted to help. The adrenalin that was pumping through my body got worse and I started to take shallow breaths. I bent over trying to stop the dizzy feeling to stop.
"Call the cops," I said. I started to rummage through my purse on the ground and pulled out my cell phone and handed it to him. I slowly sat down and noticed the man was still in pain, but he could grab me again. I looked up at the boy and he looked down at the man. While still holding the cell phone he leaned down and knocked the guy on the head. Enough to knock him out, but not kill him. I just stared at the man who attacked me. He looked normal enough. Like an everyday man with kids. I felt disgusted, again. I threw my knees against my chest and started to rock back and forth. The boy kneeled down in front of me and threw his extremely long arms around me. I didn't pull away. His warm body comforted me.
"You're ok. You're going to be ok. You will always be ok. Lana, I love you," I pulled way and I stared at him. How did know my name and why did he love me? I started to jump up, fear washing over me now.
"Who are you?" I demanded my voice barely audible. A deep snarl formed in his throat I was frozen in place, but I looked at his eyes. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking behind me. I turned slowly, terrified of what I was going to discover. The man was standing but it wasn't the same drunk. His skin was translucent white, his features perfectly placed, and he moved like a model towards me. He was beautiful, not the man who tried to rape me moments ago. He came closer and I heard the snarl grow louder from the boy behind me. I knew why he was snarling now. Those eyes. Those crimson eyes that stared at me with such intensity that I felt as if I was going to pass out. The man reached out and took my wrist into his cold hands. He pulled it up to his lips and took a sniff of my skin without looking away from me. I felt locked in place unable to move away from his gaze. His lips began to caress my skin and my knees grew weak. The snarl grew louder and louder until I couldn't hear anything around me. Those crimson eyes stopped looking at me they looked towards the boy. I went to turn to look at him too, to help me, but I couldn't when I felt a sharp pain cut into my wrist. I looked back to see the man with crimson blood, my blood, pouring down his mouth. Fire began to burn my wrist. I started to scream but I wasn't making any sound.
"Lana!" I felt myself being ripped from the man and I started to fall to the ground.
My eyes shot open to the sound of rain smacking against the window of the car. My head was perched on a pillow pushed against the window. The latest My Chemical Romance song blared from my headphones. No more Radiohead and no more on an empty street with some devious creatures trying to get me. I slid up slowly and turned to realize that Kyle was laying his head in my lap and Trevor was lying on Kyle. I pulled out my headphones, shut off my Ipod, and slipped it into my side pocket. No more music for me. Well, at least not until we get to our new home. I looked down to the boy lying on my lap. I started to slide my fingers through Kyle's knotty hair while one of my arms was slung over the both of them. I felt so motherly towards both of them. It was unnatural sometimes. I looked up to see my mother turning around in her seat to look at all of us. She smiled at me. Her bright blue eyes and her wavy brunette hair messy from our long flight and long drive.
"You're awake," She whispered not wanting to wake up the boys. She saw that I was petting Kyle's hair. "Sometimes I swear you gave birth to them." She turned her head back around. I turned to look outside the window. Woods passed and nothing but. There was no civilization to be seen. After a few moments houses began to pop up almost every mile than more and more close together. They were plain houses. All grey and dismal. We finally got to a house after all the other houses disappeared. It was a large two story Victorian building with all its drapings. A porch formed around its whole perimeter, French doors for the front, and a balcony on the second floor. The house was beautiful. More beautiful than I had expected. It made me hate this place a bit less. My parents parked the car right in front and proceeded to get out. As soon as their doors opened I felt a gush of cold air. Unnatural for an August day. Not to mention all the rain still hitting the car windows. I sighed and shook the boys awake. They sat up and looked around confused.
"We're here." I said trying to unfasten my seatbelts and theirs. When I got them undone I opened the door and slid out. The boys followed and I closed the door behind them. They both stayed attached to me even grabbing my hands. My parents were grabbing some bags out of the car. All of our furniture and our big bags have all been here for a few days since my father came here a week before us, so he could get everything set up. He wanted everything to be perfect for us when we got here. It wasn't perfect. I wasn't home. I put on a brave front, though, for the boys. I didn't want them influenced by what I thought. They still had time to adjust. I had college to look forward to. I smiled and looked down at both of them. They both were gripping my hands tighter, scared of this new place.
"Come on; let's see this cool new place," I was a good actress and it helped them. They both let go of me and ran towards the door, racing each other. I chuckled. One word of reassurance made them feel better. My smile disappeared when I looked back around again. I felt a hand go around my shoulder. I turned to see my father, his large blue eyes looking at me with sadness.
"I know you hate this place," I shrugged. Why did he expect? I'm seventeen years old and had lived in New York all that time with the same friends, family, and streets that surrounded me. Did he think I could just pick up and leave without any lingering emotions?
"Not as much as you think," I said under my breath turning away from him. He put his hand on my chin and pulled me to look at him.
"You'll love it here, just give it time," he let go, grabbed a bag that was on the floor, and walked to the door. I sighed and went to the trunk. There was one bag left so I grabbed it and slammed the trunk shut. Mom was struggling with a few bags so I ran to her and grabbed two more from her. I noticed she was slightly pale from grabbing something so heavy. She was weak still from all the Chemo. Cancer, she has Cancer. It was also one of the reasons we came here. She needed rest or so she said. Mom smiled at me, breaking me out of my dark thoughts, and we walked to the porch steps. My father had the door already open and I could hear the boys running around the house searching. I stifled a laugh. They didn't take much time to adjust. We both walked through the door and I was shocked at how beautiful the house was inside. I had no words to explain. The middle of the house had a staircase that filled the hallway. On both sides were living rooms with crimson walls. We had some of our old leather furniture and some new pieces. One of my paintings hung over a fireplace that was all red brick. The other, more casual, living room had another one of my paintings and a mantel of photos of us. I just stood in the middle of the hallway not being able to take my eyes off anything, even the small chandelier lighting up the hallway.
"Wait till you see your bedroom," mom whispered to me. I turned to her, my eyes full of excitement. I leaned down to figure out which suitcase was mine. When I did, I grabbed it and walked up the stairs. "Front room!" She yelled as I got to the top. I walked straight. The white door was slightly ajar so I pushed it open. My room was crimson like the living rooms, black furniture like I had in my old room, and my art work hung all over. Not much different from my old room but what caught my eye was the French doors straight ahead of me. Black curtain covered the doors. I pushed them aside and opened it. I walked out onto the balcony I had admired from the car. My breath caught in my throat. I took another step actually walking outside. The rain was harder than when I walked into the house but I didn't care. It was beautiful. I could see trees for miles and miles. I could even see water not to far off. I felt another gush of air and the rain became heavier. I didn't want to leave but I moved off the balcony and shut the door. I still looked at the view, though, maybe I was overreacting about this place. Maybe it could be good for me.
Four days, three hours, 24 minutes, and approximately 9 seconds I've been here. I haven't been able to sleep for more than an hour. The floor creaks, the rain splatters onto the windows, my brothers snore, and I can hear the sound of my own brain going a mile a minute. I haven't slept since that dream but I don't think that it's the cause, or maybe it is. My brothers were now sleeping in my room since they were scared of this big house. I could understand. This house was a size bigger than our old one. My head hurt and my eyes were slightly blurry. Forks had given me nothing but a headache since I got here. Not even my house could save this place. Every day I became more and more unhappy with this situation. All I wanted to do was drive to Seattle to get on a plane to get home.
"Lana, it's time to go to school," my mother's voice called out clearly, breaking me of my trance. I looked in the mirror one last time as I ran my fingers through my curly blonde hair and pulled down my black knitted sweater that hung off one shoulder, black jeans, and fixed the smudged bit of my black eyeliner. I grabbed my sketch pad and threw it into my black oversized bag that cost me two dollars at a flea market back home. Home. I sighed as I walked slowly down the stairs dreading what awaited me. My mother, my father, and my two little brothers stood at the bottom of the stairs. Yes, that's what I dreaded. Not so much my brothers. They could care less about me going to school. I just didn't want to see the worried looks of my parents' faces. On the first day of any school, I expected my parents would worry. Especially a new small town that could gossip about everything I do. That would happen more time, than they would think in this town. It's not my fault I'm a bit of an attention whore yet one who always try to slink in the background.
"Are you ready to go, brats?" Kyle and Trevor both stuck their tongues out at me and ran past to put there raincoats on. Sometimes they really were the only reason I got up in the morning. Particularly this morning.
"Lana, please have a good day in school," my mother said in her old bathrobe. She looked disheveled and tired, something I was getting accustomed to. Odd from her old business stature. She handed me some money which I instantly put in my pocket. She always gave me lunch money no matter how much I protested. I knew we were very well off but I hated wasting money. She smiled and pushed a strand of hair from my eyes. Her fingers lingered on my cheek for a moment. A very motherly thing to do. I pulled away and smiled at both of them.
"And don't get into any fights," My father chimed in. One or two little incidents in school and I get pinned as a fighter for the rest of my life. Hey, it's not my fault that guy and those two girls got in my face or that I got kicked out for it. I leaned in and hugged both of them trying to get out of this conversation again. I wasn't in the mood for them to get all mushy on me. I sauntered to the hallway and threw on my new raincoat that I found in Greenwich Village back home. It was bright red with black paint handprints. That should defiantly make a nice impression at school. Oh well. I threw open the door and the boys ran for the car. My beautiful red convertible Volkswagen beetle that I haggled into getting after my parents moved here. I paid for most of it and we picked it up two days ago in Port Angeles. The only thing that is terribly annoying is that I highly doubt ever having the hood down. Damn rain. I jumped in and pressed the gas going straight to drop the boys off than to my unknown new year.
The place was odd. It wasn't like any other school I attended it was so much smaller. I always went to catholic school and so have my brothers. The place was made of a bunch of small buildings. I pulled the car into the parking lot. As soon as I parked both the boys jumped out against my protests. They would either get lost or get themselves hurt somehow. They were only younger male versions of me. That was terrifying in itself. I ripped the key out of the ignition and jumped out of the car following them.
"Trevor! Kyle!" They were both running across the parking lot laughing. I growled and ran after them. I got close enough to them to grab their hands. They still were laughing stupidly. "Yeah, so funny! Let's see how funny it is when that new Wii is in my room." The both stopped laughing and walked nicely for me. I looked up and saw that we were in front of the office. After what seemed like an eternity of paperwork that my mother should have handled, they took my brothers to class. I ran to my car after I realized that I had twenty minutes to get to school. I stomped my foot on the gas trying to get to Forks High School.
The high school was no different. Same small, different buildings. This place lacks originality, like the neighborhood in Edward Scissorhands. I walked into an office that was small and very claustrophobic. A nice red-headed woman told me everything I needed to know and she handed me a bunch of different little slips, sending me on my way. I looked at the clock and realized class started in two minutes. I ran until I realized my bag was still in the car. I ran across the parking lot and jumped in my car grabbing my bag. I heard the bell ring like a crack of thunder.
"Shit," I muttered. Late on my first day was not something I wanted. Maybe, I would have a reprieve because I was new. I didn't need to take a chance so I slammed the door and ran for it. As soon as I made it to my building, my cell started blaring heavy Pearl Jam. My heart stopped. "Jeremy" was my father's ringtone. Why would he call me when he knew I was in class? An emergency. Oh god, mom. She was sick again. My mother has cancer. Cancer, that deadly disease that has been known to kill people. I shuffled around trying to find my cell. When I did, I threw it up to my ear.
"Dad?" I was trying to not sound panicky but it barely came out as a whisper. I already could feel my throat closing.
"Lana, honey. Your mom collapsed. It may be the chemo. Just please. I know it's your first day of school but can you come to the hospital?" I was shaking. I would never show that in front of my father. I was the strong one, who takes care of everything. They needed me.
"I'm on my way." Thankfully, the boys were already dropped off. They knew when something was wrong so they would have beaten it out of me and would have not gone to school. I didn't need them to be worried or for me to worry about them. They were so young. I ran back to the car barely taking time to catch my breath and jumped in. I was out of the parking lot in less than three seconds. Screw traffic laws, my family needed me. I sat driving as fast as I could in complete silence. I couldn't even put on the radio. A few questions were roaming around my brain like why my mother wanted to come here. Why would she give up the best medical care in New York for a crappy little hospital that barely had any good equipment? She said rest. She needed rest but I knew the truth. I didn't want to admit to myself. She wanted a quiet place to die. Die, I hate that word so much. So final. So painful. So unfair. People should live forever by any means. Than none of this suffering would occur. I saw the sign for the Forks hospital and drove straight into the parking lot.
I was at my mother's bedside in a minute. She was just lying there looking like an angel. My father just sat there watching her sleep. He didn't even look up when I came in. I just stood at the door. I wanted to just slide away from this all. For once I wanted to be at school and not to see her back in another hospital bed. I started to feel cold and the turning of my stomach. I pushed against the wall trying to hold onto it for support. After a few seconds the door swung open and a man walked in. He was like a movie star. He was tall, and gorgeous with blond hair, and topaz eyes. A color I have never seen and that was barely hitting the surface of his good looks. He positioned himself in front of my mom's bed. He turned slightly to look at me. There was a hint of recognition in his eyes. Like he knew me. A cold shiver ran up my spine but I didn't look away. I thought maybe it was because of the sick feeling I had with my mother lying on that bed but it wasn't. It was him. He realized he was staring and looked away.
"Mr. Reed, your wife is going to be fine. There is nothing dangerous as of now. I would like to keep her here for a few days just to make sure. If you have any questions please feel free to ask. I'm going to be around the hospital all day." He turned to me. "You must be her daughter." He pretended as if nothing happened moments before. I felt my mouth becoming very dry.
"Lana Reed." I stuck my hand out to him. I'm surprised I barely got the words out. His large hand formed around mine. His hands were ice cold and I felt a jolt of adrenaline sliver through my body. I pulled away as fast as I could. He looked a little taken aback but he didn't let my father in. He was calm and collected.
"I'm Carlisle Cullen. If you have any question please feel free to ask." I nodded and he walked out of the room. I looked over at my father. He was staring intently at her again. He wasn't going to tell me anything useful or anything that happened before I came. I walked out following Dr. Cullen. I saw him down the hall talking to a nurse. I walked straight up to him no matter how confused I was by him.
"Dr. Cullen?" I said politely. He turned to look at me and smiled. His smile was warm and I felt comforted. He was a comforting presence that I hadn't noticed due to the intial shock of him.
"Is there anything wrong?" I shook my head.
"I just wanted to know what's really wrong with my mother." He put his cold hand on my forearm. I didn't shy away, though I usually dislike anyone touching me.
"I am still running some blood work so I can't determine anything just yet. But I do believe she just had a small reaction to the chemo. It is not uncommon." I nodded. I knew he wasn't lying to me like most doctors would to me due to my age. I mumbled thanks and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my back but I didn't have the guts to turn back around. I went back into my mother's room and breathed a sigh of the relief.
A few hours past. I just stayed at her bedside to make sure she was comfortable and fine. I stayed until I had to go pick up the twins. I kissed both of them goodbye. I knew Dad wasn't coming home tonight. That meant taking care of the boys. I walked out the door rushing to my car so I wouldn't be late. I heard a squeal of tires and I jumped back falling, and hitting my head in the process. I had looked a second before and saw no one. I noticed a bike come to a quick halt and the smell of burning rubber. Stupid fucking prick on a bike. He had almost hit me. He jumped off the bike. Even on the floor I could tell how tall he was. Definitely over 6'5. My vision started to blur and I felt my body become immobile. I could hear footsteps coming in my direction. My head hurt too much for me to turn and look at who almost hit me.
"Are you ok?" His rough voice said worriedly as I sat up a little. I held my head. It only hurt a little more like a bad bump than something to make me unconscious. My vision was coming back.
"Maybe, you should watch where you're driving and I would be fine," I growled getting up. I finally looked at the boy who hit me. I bit down hard on my lip. He was the boy in my dream. The one who saved me. The one who knew me. The one who said he loved me. I could feel panic spread though out my whole body. I stumbled back to the ground but he hooked his arm around my waist, catching me. I pushed him off me. "I'm fine," I said through my teeth. I have got to get out of here immediately. He was still looking at me with concern and curiosity. Anger, that would get him to go away. "Take a picture it may last longer and how about you learn how to ride a damn bike!" My voice sounded as it should and not one of concern. See I am a good actress. His look of concern faded and he glared at me angrily now.
"Maybe, you should look where you're going," he shot back. "And really, like you can do better." he spat, and his face twisting in disgust. There still was a recognition in his eyes. Like he knew me. The same way Dr. Cullen looked at me but this was different. I knew this boy yet I didn't know how.
"Lana?" A voice called. I turned to see Dr. Cullen coming towards us. I turned back to the tall boy who rolled his eyes. He began to mutter under his breath.
"Are you ok?" Dr. Cullen said behind me. Damn, so much for not being a damsel in distress.
"I'm fine." I stared at both of them. Dr. Cullen looking concerned and the boy leaning away from him looking disgusted. Almost like Dr. Cullen smelled bad. He smelled very floral to me.
"Jacob, why don't you wait for me inside?" Jacob growled a little and walked back to his bike. He rolled it back into a parking spot and put it in park. He turned back and glared at me before storming off into the hospital.
"Yeah, nice meeting you asshole!" He flipped me off as he walked in. I was going to follow him and jump him but something restrained me. I looked behind me and I saw Dr. Cullen holding my forearms. "Who is he?" I said trying to get out of his iron grip. It was useless and he seemed to not notice.
"Jacob Black" He said his name with sadness. He let go and looked at me with concern.
"You may have hit your head." I moaned under my breath. I bumped it. It hurt for a second now it didn't.
"I'm fine." I said grabbing my keys off the floor. He pulled me up and began to walk with me to my car. "I really am fine." He was still holding on to my arm. He was being extremely protective of me which terrified me. I barely knew him. A light ring came from Dr. Cullen's pocket. He let go of me and went to answer it. I took the opportunity to slide to my car. I waved him a thanks and jumped in the car. He didn't protest and he let me go, still listening to the voice on the other end of his phone. As I drove out of the parking lot I saw Dr. Cullen's topaz eyes staring into me. I felt the same cold shot of adrenaline run down my spine. Terrified, I drove faster and faster as the hospital turned into a blur in my rearview mirror.
My father called to check in a few hours later. I told him not to worry everything was fine. It was. The boys were fed, they ran around the house a few times, took their showers, and were not sitting watching SpongeBob SquarePants. I just sat searching through my boxes of books. I barely had finished unpacking. I thought it would be a good idea to get my mind occupied on something other than meeting the boy in the dream, my mother, or Dr. Cullen. I rested my head against the back of the couch reading through one of my old journals. I could hear the pitter patter of rain falling against the window. I looked up at the television. 8:30. Half and hour before the boys go to bed and I get complete peace. I threw the book on the floor and looked outside. I did a double take when I saw a shiny silver Volvo parked right in front. I stared at it and a shiver ran down my spine. My house was at the edge of town. Desolate and silent. The only cars that park here are my own and my parents. I looked back at my brothers they were calm and perfect, unaware of my pounding heart. Maybe, I was overreacting. I've seen way to many horror films. I turned back to look out one more time and the car was gone. My mouth went dry. Was I going crazy? Or was it just my imagination playing tricks on me? I stood up and closed the blinds. It was just like the dreams. Fake and unimportant. I'm just wondering why I can't seem to let them go.