Name: Miya Shraiton-Janelle Kelson
Age: 15 (2,117)
Species: Vampire-Hybrid
Play-By: Jasmine Villegas
Dark eyes looked around the room, at the multiple beds and the shelves filled with other childrens' trinkets. The familiar heavy wave of depression washed over her, and she then reached to the side of her bed and fumbled with the clapse of her satchel before managing to open it.
Carefully, she took out the folder that held the most precious possession of hers within its bounds.
She set it on her crossed legs, and flipped it open to show a sketch.
It was of a man and a woman, side by side with the woman having her body turned toward the man in the slightest. The man with his arms encircling her, and the woman with one hand on his chest and then the other on his waist.
They were both so...happy.
And dead, now.
Miya felt her depression heighten when she studied her mother's beautiful features in the sketch, and her father's smiling face with his handsome features.
Her fingers held the parchment carefully, and she traced each line of the appearance of her parents with gentle care. She could remember them clear as day, but could never really get the features down as well as the artist had on this piece of now old parchment. It was nearing the time where Miya would have to make sure the picture was copied and put on more modern paper. The edges were worn, and she could feel it's fibers just begging to give out right now with her sensitive touch.
She was wasting her energy on making sure this piece of paper survived - quite literally, too.
"Sorry." She murmured, running her fingers over her parents' faces.
It was her fault they were dead.
When her ears caught the sound of oncoming footsteps - two of the three pairs merely whispers - she felt her mental wall go down, and then she carefully put the piece of paper back in the folder with care, and closed the folder. She slipped the folder back in her satchel, and wiped the tears that had been unknown to her until now. It was still a wonder she could cry; because of what she was and because of how long ago her parents had perished. Miya sighed, and then left the bangs that concealed her face hanging as she brushed the other side behind her ear.
When footsteps came toward the room she was in, there was someone to be observed for adopting.
She was the only one in here right now; but then again, it was usually her.
Why?
The oak door that was stained mahogany cracked open, and the familiar face of the woman who sponsored her for adoption peeked in with a gentle smile. Miss Hampton knew how much Miya disliked being 'observed'. This would no doubt bring down her always heavy mood.
"Miya?" Miss Hampton said softly, and Miya nodded - sending her shade of bangs swinging slightly. "There is a couple here that wishes to speak to you." Miss Hampton said, and Miya sighed before nodding again.
'Here we go again,' She thought as the sound of the door opening even more came.
She didn't look up.
"Hello Miya." A smooth, warm voice said. It was a male voice, and she found it hard not to look up. The voice didn't sound human, the footsteps hadn't. There were only two possibilities for what the man and woman could be.
As Miya looked up with her now lighter, amber tinted eyes, she found that she was looking at a pale, handsome man who had blond hair and didn't look a day over 28 - and then a woman with reddish hair that fell in elegant waves around her pale face. They both had the same, honey eyes - if the woman's was not in the slightest darker.
Vampires, then.
Miya nodded at them, studying them carefully. Her instincts told her that they were okay; she didn't sense any danger from them. Their appearance helped: the woman had a gentle, welcoming smile on her lips and the man was looking at her warmly with a small smile.
"Hello." She said quietly, if almost shyly. Her hand raised and brushed her hair away from her face as she bit her lower lip.
"I'm Carlisle, and this is Esme." The man said, gesturing first to himself, then the woman. Miya was quiet, staring at them for a moment, before nodding. "As you know already, I'm Miya - Miya Kelson." She said, not giving a smile or anything.
But her eyes showed her appreciation of them not treating her like she was a dog they were going to buy.
When Carlisle reached his hand out - an offer of a handshake, she supposed - Miya immediately scooted back.
"She doesn't like to touch people, Carlisle. She isn't the most social, but she won't cause any trouble." Miss Hampton said softly, and her eyes were on Miya with a slight pleading. The girl looked back at her, and shook her head with a look of greater pleading. She couldn't touch him, she wouldn't; she wouldn't risk it.
No one knew why she wouldn't touch anyone unless she had to, only her. It was a good reason, and people would definitely avoid it if they knew.
"I'm sorry." She apologized softly, looking at Carlisle warily. He gave a small, accepting smile and nodded. "It's fine, Miya." He said, and then looked to Esme who was looking at Miya with gentle eyes.
Carlisle and Esme then looked at each other, and seemed to be having a silent conversation. But, Miya could hear them speak quieter than humans ears could detect.
She ignored them.
Miya scooted back till her spine touched the the surface of her headboard, and she watched the Cullens as she set her arms on her knees limply.
Growing bored quickly, she turned her focus to her precious satchel, where the sketch of her parents rest. She sighed, and gazed toward it longingly. She just wanted to take that drawing, and stare at it for hours. Right now, though, she couldn't.
Her eyes looked at the ceiling, and she imagined designs to pass the time.
She didn't notice someone reaching for her before she saw the pale hand about to tap her arm. Her bare skin.
NO!
Looking to avoid the contact, she rolled. But, considering she was on the edge of her bed, she fell off the edge and onto the floor. It didn't hurt her much, but she just lay there. "Sorry." She called, embarrassed now as she sat up and looking at Carlisle with a reddening face. He was looking at her in concern. "Are you alright, Miya?" She said, and she could tell he wanted to come over and help her up. She could see the apology in his eyes and it was clear on his face too. "I'm fine, Carlisle." She said, giving a smile that would hopefully make him feel better.
He sighed, and then shook his head.
"Would I be able to ask why you have such an aversion to touching people?" He asked, looking at her with deep curiosity in his expression and eyes. She raised herself from sitting on the floor to standing, and watching him carefully as she got back on her bed.
"Because...whenever I touch people..." She tried to think of a good way to explain this without sounding insane. So, Miya went with the immature way.
"Whenever I touch people...they get hurt. Badly." She said, wincing a bit. Then, she continued to make it more believable from her point of view - otherwise, a supposed kid's view. "I just have bad luck, so I try not to interact with others. I've been like this for a long time." She said, an amused smile coming to her lips. A very, very long time.
A small laugh came from her lips, and she covered her mouth like those cliche school girls in movies.
She covered her face with her hair, and giggled uncontrollably, and she heard Miss Hampton sigh - but she was amused, Miya could tell.
"She's usually not this giddy." Miss Hampton said, laughing lightly.
Miya bit her lower lip, and kept giggling. "Miya," Esme said, smiling at her. The young looking vampire-hybrid looked up, and she smiled. "Mhm?" She looked at her. "We have an idea." She said, and Miya nodded.
Esme nodded at her.
"Well...Carlisle and I had already been so interested by you before we even met you...you seem like a wonderful girl, and we'd like to see if you would want to be adopted by us. So, would you be alright with the idea of staying at our home for a month, then deciding whether or not you'd actually like to stay? We'd rather you want to stay than you have to." Esme said warmly, and Miya stared at her in surprise.
"Are you serious?" She asked after a few minutes of being quiet.
Esme nodded, smiling at Miya's surprise.
Looking at Carlisle and Esme, who were now standing side by side, Miya watched them warily for a moment.
"And I can say whether or not I want to come back?" She checked, and Carlisle nodded this time.
Miya looked at them, then nodded.
"Okay; I'll do it."
Miya sighed, looking at the other children. There was one little girl in particular - her name was Kathleen - that was looking at her with big eyes. The girl had been like a little sister to Miya, and she was going to miss her. "See you, Kathleen. I might be back." Miya said, and the little girl's lower lip quivered.
"Mie-Mie..." The little girl started, and Miya sighed as she went over to the little girl and got on her knees.
"If I don't come back to live here, I'll come and visit, Kathleen. Alright? I promise." She said, and Kathleen looked at her with wide eyes. Then, she sniffled before lifting up her little hand. Her pinky was up.
"Pinky promise?" Kathleen managed, and Miya gave a small smile before concentrating as she closed her eyes. She wasn't going to kill this little girl - she wasn't going to injure her in the slightest. Shoving the terrible ability that she possessed down within her, she put out her own pinky while she trembled visibly. Her pinky wrapped around Kathleen's little one, and she let out a shaky breath. "Pinky promise, Katty." She breathed, her breath coming out in little puffs.
Kathleen - against all the warnings Miya had told her - flung herself at the older girl - the vampire-hybrid - and yanked her hand from Miya's to wrap her arms tightly around her neck.
"Kathleen." Miya managed, shaking. "Please...please Mie-Mie..." The little girl sobbed into her shoulder, and Miya gave in and hugged the little girl tightly.
Lifting her up, Miya let the little girl wrap her little legs around her, and Miya held her.
"Sh..." She murmured softly, rubbing Kathleen's back.
"Mie-Mie!" The little girl wailed, sobbing hysterically into the only jacket that the older girl owned. "This won't be the last time you see me, ma petite fleur." Miya murmured, and the little girl stopped crying to manage a small smile at her. "I hope so, tuteur." Kathleen said, stuttering slightly on the French. Miya smiled, then kissed the little girl's forehead before setting her down. "I won't break the vow I bestowed upon myself when you were a mere toddler; so, I now leave avec amour, ma fleur." Miya said, and the little girl smiled as she raised her hands to wipe the tear trails from her cheeks. "Bye-bye, Mie-Mie." She said, and Miya sighed as she got up reluctantly and turned to Carlisle and Esme.
"Let's go." She said, managing a small smile before glancing back at little Kathleen.
After that last glance, Carlisle and Esme led her out of the building and to a car. And from there, Miya was off to her new life - for now.
Okay then! I so wanted to write a Twilight story with Seth Clearwater *dreamy sigh* Anyways! Yesh, it's very crappy but oh well! It introduces enough. Anyways, the reason I put the little girl Kathleen in there is because she's going to be important later on.
Sorry again for the suckishness of this chapter x.x I'll write when I can!
French sayings/words: Ma petite fleur - my little flower ||| tuteur - guardian ||| avec amour, ma fleur - with love, my flower
Yay! A suckish French lesson by someone who translated the sayings from English to French! :D Correct me on those if I'm wrong though; please.