Hey curious readers, this is my first Twilight fic and I hope you all enjoy it.
Story info: This story takes place after Twilight and is AU (Doesn't follow the continuing books plots)!!
Rated T- for language and adult themes.
Disclaimer- I own none of Stephanie Meyer's characters...SH&$!
Dance With the Demon
Chapter 1: From Sin City to Hell
" Shoot me now."
This was my first thought as I looked up at the white two story colonial house towering over me. I try not to look at the scenic mountain range behind the house too long. So I killed the engine of my black Ford Explorer as I step out onto the forest floor, the twigs and leaves crunch beneath my feet. I eye the sorrounding trees with narrowed eyes, my peirced eyebrow furrows in disgust with the other.
" Isn't that fresh air delicious!?" A woman's voice declared loudly, infront of me.
I turn my glare to a rather plump woman, with glossy chestnut hair and blue eyes. Dressed with high waisted jeans and a pink shirt with multiple kittens on the front; my aunt. I watch as she walked up the freshly painted porch steps. She twists her neck to the side as she throws me a smile behind the huge cardboard box she's carrying.
" I think I'm going to be sick." I reply curtly, opening the trunk of my car.
" It's much tetter than all that smog we had to inhale in Vegas!" I hear my aunt's voice yelling from inside the house.
" Rather be intoxicated." I thought bitterly.
I roll my eyes and heave two large duffel bags over my arms, slamming the trunk shut and trudge up the porch stairs. I didn't even glance at my aunt as she opened the freshly polished oak door for me. I walk into a parlor with few peices of furniture. The oak floorboards shinning from the floor and a classic white marble staircase winding up into the second floor. Large windows lining the wall next to the stairs, flood the place with light, giving the white walls a glowing effect.
" It's beautiful." I heard my aunt breath. " Don't you think Nora?"
" Too bright." I answer with a snear.
" Nora Kingsley! Can you atleast pretend to be happy?" My aunt huffed, shifting the weight of the box in her arms.
" It's better than Disneyland, Aunt Clara!" I exclaim in a high pitched voice, bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet.
" That's enough." Aunt Clara sighed with a smile as she headed towards a hallway to her right. " Put your things in your room upstairs, second door on the right."
My smirk still lingers on my face as I walk up the marble stairs, my feet echoing on each step. I reach the top of the stairs as I stare down a dark hallway, the only light pouring in from a small window all the way at the end. I look to see five doors all together, not knowing why Clara insisted on such a huge place for just the two of us. I followed her directions and trudge to the second door on the right, as I turn the silver handle and slowly creak the door open.
" Holy shit!" The only thing I could think to say.
The room was freaking huge! I looked to see my queen sized beed near the left hand corner, the walls covered by dressers, my television, and my huge stereo, with room to spare. Most importantly, I eye my desk and the Dell laptop sitting on top of it proudly; my only connection to my friends. I feel my face tug into a smile as I throw down the duffel bags on my unmade bed, noticing another door. I opened the unfamiliar door and find my own walk in closet.
" Looks like this dump isn't so bad." I thought, observing the closet.
I walk out of the closet and quickly eye the small window next to my television, as my smile falls. I cross over to my bed and rummage through the duffel bags, pulling out a dark violet material. I walk to the window as I drape the purpal cloth around the top shutter as the cloth fell over the window; darkening the room drastically. I sighed contently as I start decorating my room, pulling random things out of my bag. I get busy linning my room with band posters and hanging clothes in the closet, my mood lightening a bit.
Until I pull out the last thing I expected.
I look at the ballet pointe shoes in my hands, as my thumb runs over the faded pink material. Memories flood my mind as my hand distractedly played with the pink ribbon, my eyes unfocused. Suddenly the shoes slip from my hands as they crash to the floor, violently shaking me from my revere. I could feel my eyes narrow as they focused on the shoes, I voilently snatch them up from the ground.
" Stupid." I mumble to myself, stocking to my closet door.
I throw the shoes at the back wall of the closet, slamming the door behind me as I stomp to my bed. I tiredly throw myself upon it as the flashing green numbers of my alarm clock beam at me; it's 7:58. I sigh as I pick up a hair tie from my dresser and comb my black hair into a high ponytail, my dyed blue layered tips brushing against my shoulders. Kicking off my shoes, I change my black, tight pants and My Chemical Romance shirt for gray pajama bottoms with a simple black shirt.
I quickly exit my room as I step out into the dark corridor, lighted by the stars seen through the window. I walk down the marble steps, my bare feet patting against the cold marble. I look down at the parlor to see a light shining through the cracks of the kitchen's swinging door. I make my way to the door as I quietly push my through it, to see Clara standing over the stove, humming contently.
" What's for dinner?" I question, peering into the pot.
" Oh my!" Clara, jumps realizing my presence. " I didn't hear you."
" Few people do."
" I made vegetable soup." She answered happily, grabbing a bowl.
" That's okay, I'm not that hungry." I reply turning towards the exit.
" Your a growing seveenten-year-old girl, you need food!" She reminded me sternly, her hand placed on her hip.
" Plus, your going to need your strength for school tommorow."
" How about I stay here and help you unpack?" I question, turning around with an innocent smile.
" Nice try." She chuckled, forcing a bowl into my hands.
I plop down at the kitchen table and quickly slurp down the soup. I hurriedly place the bowl in the sink as I turn the door, although a voice stopped me before I could leave.
" Hold your horses, I have something." My aunt declares.
I turn with a raised eyebrow, wanting to go back to my room. Clara smiles serenly as she bends down to retreive something by one of the kitchen chairs. She comes up with a black backpack and a binder with school supplies.
" Couldn't go to school without these." Clara answers, putting the supplies in the backpack, then handing it to me.
" Thanks." I reply with a half smile. " Well I'm going to check my e-mail then go to bed. Night, Clara."
" Goodnight sweetie." She replies, staring at me with a strange expression.
Before I could question it she pulls me into a bone crushing hug.
" Your mother would have been so proud of you." She whispers into my ear and gives my cheek a swift kiss.
I could only nod stiffly as I pull away and zoom up into the safety into my room. The reference to my mother caught me off guard as an unexpected lump forms in my throat. Instantly I remember how she smelled of a sweet perfurme, Red Door, her favorite. The image of her conjured in my head, so clearly, I could almost picture her in this room. Her dark brown hair and gleaming aqua eyes, her encouraging smile. That smile that always appeared on her face, after I got an 'A' on a test, or after a dance recital.
I let out a gasp as I shake my head to clear the memories, throwing my bag next to my desk. I stumble to my bed as I plop down and rest the weight of my head into my hands. I force the oncoming tears to stop as I lay down, exhausted from my whirling emotions. As well as the twenty two hour drive to get to this damn place. This place away from the people who care for me, love me; my personal hell.
I tiredly took my hair down and yawned, deciding to head to bed early. I got up and crossed the hallway across from my door to the bathroom. There I turned on the faucet of the sink and washed the heavily applied, dark make up from my face. I dried my face as I studied my reflection. Quietly looking over my olive complexion before staring into my torquoise eyes, a haunted expression lingering within them.
I tear my gaze away as I walk back into my room, automatically turning on my stereo. I wait for the song to come on before closing my door, then turning off the light switch next to it. I then climb into my bed, and draw the purple comforter up to my chin. Trying to dispel this cold feeling in the pit of my stomach. Slowly falling sleep to dream of Forks High school of my hell, and of the demons which roam its halls.
Hope you liked Chapter 1, tell me what you think. I know that this chapter doesn't explain everything about Nora, like about her family, dancing, ect. but as the story continues, secrets will unravel:)
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