First Twilight Fanfiction.
La Push…I wish I could say I was happy to be back. If I think about it I think it would be awesome to say anything at all at this point. In all honesty, though, I don't know why I'm here. I try to contemplate it as I cross the street. As I walk I wonder about the number counting down how much time I have left to cross the street. If I lay down right now what would happen? Would anything happen? Would I be gone from this world or would I miraculously survive?
I see people stop walking as they turn and look back in terror. I turn to my right to see what they're staring at, but there's nothing out of the ordinary. I look at them confused until one points to my left. I look and see this huge red Jeep Wrangler just 2 inches away from my body. I gawk at the hood and realize that if only I had been paying attention to the street and not the bloody numbers than I would have seen this car coming.
I look at the driver who just got out and slammed his door shut. I still see the vibrations on the hood of the car. Amazing how I understand how those vibrations feel. How it feels to be shaken out of what you know only to disappear and keep waiting for the next wave to hit, little did I know that the next wave would happen in the next few minutes. I look sadly as the vibrations end, what would happen next?
I look at the passenger of the car as he comes out. He looks at me bewildered and a little cautious. He has golden honey blond hair and is lean, but I know that if he were to strip those layers of clothes I would find muscles instead of just bones. I could make out some scars on his jaw and couldn't help but stare at them for a few minutes. I smile at him as I realize that I'm staring and doing it publicly. I bow my head a bit as I turn to look at the driver.
Time stopped as I knew it when I met this one's golden eyes. My breath is literally knocked out of me as I stare in his eyes. He's yelling at me, but I don't pay attention. I start to breath but it's labored and he stops talking looking at me with worry. All I want is to be wrapped up in those muscular arms. To be close to his body and remain molded to it. To be there for him, every minute of every hour. To provide for him whatever he needs. He steps closer to me and reaches out to touch my sleeve covered arm. Why did I wear sleeves today? It's not like I'm cold.
"Hello? Are you okay?" He says as he looks at me, the worry never leaving his face. My breath hitches at the thought that he's worried about me. He glances at the passenger and shrugs his shoulders as if to say 'what should I do?'
I smile, trying to breathe at the same time and nod at him. I have to get out of here. I put my hands up signifying that I'm okay. I turn back around and try to casually walk away, but I can't help sprinting. I need air; I'm outside and there is still not enough air for me to breath. I wonder if it could be due to all the pollution. Maybe I'm more observant of the air now that I'm out of it. Worry fills me as I think of if there will be any air left for our children's children, however, even these thoughts can't push out the face that is crowding my mind. No guy should be able to look that hot. Isn't it illegal? If not now it should be. Maybe I can right President Obama and have him ban hotness. I start to laugh at my harebrained thoughts, but in all reality is it that really impossible? Especially considering what's transpired in the last few months.
I enter the forest that leads to the Rez and slow down my sprinting. All I can see is his face as I walk through the woods I use to play in as a child. My mood shifts as the memories come to me but then his face comes to my mind and I can't help smiling. Why ruin an awesome moment with things of the past? I stare at the beach as I come out of the clearing and notice a group standing by the water. As I continue walking their shapes become more familiar, at least some of their shapes do. Once in my life I used to know some of them, but now everything is different. I was shaken out of their world and tossed into another one. How ironic that I've now been shaken back to this place, with its familiarity and yet with its secrets. They look at me cautiously and I notice that amidst the group of guys is one girl. I can't seem to place her as I stare while walking past them. I used to know her too, how sad that you can know somebody at one time in life and then within an instant…poof…it's as if you never knew them at all. This is what I call the disappearance phase after the vibration.
I feel their eyes on my back as I continue walking. Even after all this time I remember the way to his house. You would think that I would forget or chose to forget, but it's like gravity. His house is the magnet and my feet automatically gravitate toward it. I don't even know what he'll say, if anything, when he sees me. It's been years since I've been here. Somehow everything is the same, yet everything is different. I wonder if that makes me an oxymoron. Yes but no; same but different. Can that really happen?
I feel them following me but pretend that I'm too absorbed in my thoughts to notice them behind the trees. There it is; the home and the hell that's haunted me. I turn around suddenly. Maybe this wasn't the smartest idea. Stupid big feet; why did you have to bring me here? Out of all the places in the world, this is where I end up. As if by force my body turns back around and my stubborn huge feet continue forward to the door. What's even worse is that now my hand seems to be under their control and knocks on the door.
"Lani!" Billy says looking at me in disbelief. "Come in. How are you? Are you okay?"
I stand still in my spot until someone pushes past me and pushes him away while another guy steps in front of me. I look at them in disbelief and realize that I'm shaking. I look around and see that the same group from the beach is surrounding me, some are starting to shake.
"Lani?" Leah says as she looks at me. "Oh my god." This seems to be all that she is capable of saying at this moment in time.
The tension is so thick that I almost believe tension is a living breathing thing. The goose-bumps start to dissipate as I try to breath. Thankfully, his face comes back into my mind and I smile, instead of combusting into a large big fur ball. I pull out a pad of paper from my bum jean pocket and take the pencil from my ear as I start to scribble. I hand it to the one directly in front of me who is staring at me fiercely.
Lani: (written note says)
What are we?
He looks at me and then gives the paper to another guy. The guy reads it aloud. Billy pushes the two guys out of the way with his wheelchair.
"Lani, you're..." He begins to ask and I nod in acquiescence.
"When?" He asks making sure that I understand.
I start to sign but realize that none of them know sign language. I hold my hand out for the pad of paper and the guy gives it back to me. I scribble down the date. It's not a day I can easily forget.
Lani:
5 June 2006.
"Where were you?" Billy asks.
"Does anyone know?" One of the guys in front of me asks angrily.
"Paul! Calm down!" The other one says holding his hand to Paul's chest.
I take the pad back and write. I smirk darkly and turn the paper over to continue writing.
Lani:
Seattle. I'm surprised you didn't hear the news about the combustible girl on channel 7. -
Billy looks at me with raised eyebrows while Paul transforms into a wolf. Two other guys from behind me come in front of me facing Paul.
"Get him out of here!" The other guy tells them.
"Wait." Billy says as he turns the paper around.
Lani:
(Back of paper) Of course no one knows.
What would I tell them?
Oh, hi, I'm here for my flea shot because I'm really a wolf trapped inside this body?
They all looked at me and I notice the youngest of them start laughing.
"That's a good one." He says awarding him a death glare from the guy in front of me.
"This is Sam, Lani. He's the leader of the pack." Billy says slowly as I read his lips. "Sam, this is my niece Lani. That's Seth and Leah, over there is Jared and Quil, the wolf is Paul, and that one is Embry." Billy says as he points them out.
Sam nods toward me while sizing me up. I realize that I really don't like this guy.
"I'm glad you came." Billy says with a look of sincerity on his face when my eyes fall back on him.
To say it wasn't awkward would be a lie. I didn't want to go in his house and everyone didn't know why we were still standing outside.
"What happened?" Billy asked after a while.