The Life Of A 15 Year Old Werewolf
"Allison, we're here," Jacob spoke quietly as he pulled into the driveway of a large house.
"Oh, okay," I answered curtly as I placed my sketchbook and iPod into my bag.
Hi there. My name is Allison. Allison Clearwater. My mom is Leah Clearwater. Jacob Black is my dad. You see, I've been living with Leah in Minnesota since I was born. This summer, Jacob called and didn't stop until I came to Washington.
"You live with her, right?" I asked as Jacob parked the car. I stepped out to get my things from the trunk.
"Yeah," Jacob nodded and wet his lips. I could tell he was nervous.
Jacob helped me with one bag, and we traveled to the front step. He took out a golden key and opened the door. The house reeked of vampires, hairspray and obnoxious perfume.
"Jacob!" A melodic voice exclaimed. "You're back!" A young girl, about the age of 17, ran down the glass stairs.
She was 17, or looked 17 at least. I was 15, born in July.
"Nessie," Jacob placed, more like threw my bag down and opened his arms to hold her. She ran into them and he spun her around. "You look amazing!"
Her unique, bronze colored hair looked like smooth silk, and her makeup was daintily applied. She also worn a very beautiful spring dress. I have to admit, she looked absolutely gorgeous.
"Thanks," She giggled. "You don't look so bad yourself."
A pair of vampires neared us and smiled warmly at me.
"You must be Allison," The female vampire walked towards me. "I'm Esme Cullen, and this is my husband, Carlisle."
"Hello," I smiled a bit. "Allison Clearwater. Pleased to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine, Esme and I would be happy to show you around," Carlisle picked up the bag Jacob had dropped. "May I?"
"Sure," I nodded. "Could you show me my room first?"
"Of course," Esme smiled. "It's this way."
Esme led me to my room and left me so I could unpack. Carlisle said that they would wait for me in the living room. I had to say, for being smelly blood-suckers, they weren't that bad.
The bedroom was nice. It was clean and didn't smell of vampires or hairspray. They must have had a human maid clean it. The walk-in closet was nice, but unnecessary, as I didn't bring that much clothes. It had a bathroom, with a single sink and an average sized shower. I noticed that the titles were heated.
I quickly finished unpacking and left for the Cullen's living room. I snorted to myself silently. It was called a living room, but none of the members of the Cullens were alive. Except Jacob of course.
"Allison," Esme called as I began to walk down the stairs. "Are you done yet?"
"Yeah," I called back. "I'm done."
"Great," She smiled warmly. "Now, we can finally begin the tour." She grabbed me by my shoulders.
"Esme," A feminine voice called out firmly. "You don't want to scare her like that, she's the only human in a house full of vampires."
I turned my head and saw the vampire. It was a woman, along with a male with bronze hair. I internally scoffed. It was Bella and Edward Cullen. Leah told me about them. I recall her saying that they were, 'filthy, greedy, narrow-minded leeches'.
"Of course, Bella," Esme nodded understandingly. "Why don't you show her around? You were the last one changed."
Bella faintly smiled. "Why not? Come on, Edward."
"...She doesn't want us to," Edward's eyes met mine. "She thinks that we're-" He paused, and frowned.
"What's wrong?" Jacob asked as he entered the room, along with the other vampires.
"I can't hear anything." He muttered. "It's dead quiet."
"Well duh," I scowled a Leah scowl. "My mom isn't stupid. She wouldn't let me go into a house where my thoughts could be violated on the whim of a vampire."
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EDIT 2/18/10 - This story will not be updated anytime soon. Hiatus.