A/N: This is my first fanfic ever so please, please, please review. I will take all feedback, whether it's negative or positive. Constructive criticism is a must!

Also, I may or may not have Bella in this story. After reading "Breaking Dawn", I kind of lost all respect for her and am not sure if I want to write about her.

Disclaimer: Vanessa, Clara, William, and Elizabeth Hunt and their world belong to me. However, as much as I wish it did, Twilight does not belong to me.

The Departure

Despair seeped through my veins as we drove down the road leading from Salem. Salem, Massachusetts was the town I grew up in. Every day of the past seventeen years of my life were spent in this town and now we were taking our leave with no intention of returning. It felt like a piece of me died with every passing mile. I continued to stare out the window, concentrating on nothing but the green foliage as we sped down the road.

"Vanessa, it's better off that we leave now. Who knows how much worse it could have gotten if we stayed…," my sister Clara said to me in her thoughts.

"Shut up! You know damn well it wasn't entirely fault!" my poor excuse for a brother chirped in.

Sometimes I hated how my siblings would always hold these non-verbal confrontations. When they communicated through whatever freak power the three of us had, I would hear everything, even if I didn't want to know the dirty details. As if being co-ed triplets weren't hard enough!

Clara shot William a menacing glare which silenced his thoughts immediately. My brother William had almost no common sense. Luckily for him, he was athletic, and apparently attractive. At 6'1, all the girls in our grade loved him. It probably didn't hurt that he was also somewhat muscular. Even though he was clueless half the time, I still loved him. He was my brother, and he protected me from everything. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, he was the one that was there for me. It hurt me so much to see the pain now residing on his once jubilant face. Deep down, he knew what he did was a mistake and I knew he regretted it with every fiber of his being.

I remembered it as if it had just happened. Will and his friends were playing football in the park while I sat and watched. Caleb threw the ball too hard, and it was destined to break something. As if knowing what would happen, Will ran for the ball, not realizing that there was a solid brick wall in his path. When he was mere inches away from the crimson blockade he reacted the only way he knew how. Magic. Will's talent was the control over density. He could manipulate the density of any object or person. More importantly, in this instance, he could manipulate the density of himself. It was as if time itself had slowed, but I had no control over it. He passed through the wall as if he was a mere apparition. Only he wasn't a spectral or any type of phantom at all. He was a living, breathing, warm blooded human. There was no impact; the wall was in perfect condition, as was he. Today, everyone was in town. I looked around at the sea of incredulous facades, watching in both amazement and terror at my brother and his friends. I looked then at my mother, just as she exited the market. Her face was empty and stone cold, only her eyes revealed the trepidation and anguish she now felt.

Thankfully no one had recognized his face, but we still had to act. Since Salem was the only town with such a large population of our kind, the council decided it was best if we all leave town and settle elsewhere. Preferably, as far from Salem as possible. I believe my mother took that line a little too seriously when she decided to move us to the west coast. My mother, Elizabeth, was an incredibly smart woman but lost it after she realized how much damage her son had done to the community. She relived the moment everyday, precisely how it happened. Her talent was her extremely eidetic memory. Unlike a normal photographic memory, she remembers everything she's seen as if she's reliving it. Usually it's rather useful, but on this particular day it seems like more of a heavy burden than a gift.

I watched my mother as she drove the car silently through Ohio, her face completely empty. It was hard for me to see her like this. My mother was a short, well-proportioned woman, who didn't look a day over 30, even though she had just recently turned 40. She was passionate, and everything else a mother should be. The kindness and mercy she constantly held in her eyes never gave a hint of her dark past. All these reasons are why I love my mother. Her compassion and strength are the fibers of what keeps our family together. Without her, we would be nothing.

Days turned into weeks, and finally we were within 8 hours of our destination. Our new home. We stopped at a hotel right outside of Portland to rest. Clara and I walked into our room and left Will to get the bags.

"I'm not gonna lie, I kind of feel bad for ignoring Will for the past two weeks." I aversely confessed. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew that I should have kept them to myself. But why should I worry? She would have known the guilt I felt. But still her response shocked me nonetheless.

Clara gaped at me, almost horrorstruck by what I had said. Soon the surprised facade had turned to a face full of wrath. "How can you even say that! Don't you understand what he has done to our coven? To our family? God Nessa, sometimes I just don't understand you. As far as I see it, the man is lucky he's not dead."

Oh how I wished I would have just kept that statement to myself. The last thing I needed was Clara on my bad side. Hell, the last thing anyone needed was Clara on their bad side. Her short and slight model thin frame may make her seem innocent, but innocent is the only thing Clara Hunt is not. Clara was always the fashion forward, socialite of the family. People who weren't in her inner circle of friends knew her vindictive ways. It was all too easy for Clara to completely destroy people, for she held the talent of psychometric. In as little as a light brush against someone, Clara would be able to see that person's past, present, and sometimes even their future. She could learn someone's deepest and darkest secret in little effort. Even without knowing what she was, people knew to fear her, and she loved it.

Both of my siblings managed to fit in surprisingly well at our old school. Clara joined the tabloid obsessed gossip queens, while Will stayed busy with the jocks. I however did not fit in anywhere. Quiet and shy were two words that fit me perfectly. I was sociable, but never able to truly trust anyone to be good friends with them. I put on an act at school. I was nice to everyone, never got involved in petty high school drama, and never spoke of what other people told me. Only on extremely rare occasions would I go out with my "school friends". I liked it this way, it was easier, it was safer. Instead of friends, I confided in writing and reading. Music was my therapy. Classical, jazz, rock, pop, I listened to it all.

My sister, brother, and I all looked remarkable similar. We all had slim and tone bodies, accompanied by light golden skin. Our hair was all the same shade of light ash brown. Will's hair hit him right at the eyes, Clara had a beautiful, pin straight shoulder length do, while mine was wavy and far past my shoulders. All of us were beautiful in a mysterious and magical way, which wasn't exactly a bad thing. Actually it was the exact opposite of bad, it was wonderful. Sure using your looks to get your way isn't the ideal way of going about things, but in our case it was needed. Everyone knew we were something, but didn't know what. Most people weren't very perceptive of what we were. Sometimes they would just assume we were models with unusual habits and lifestyles. When we were in such a big group, like we were in Salem, no one asked questions, we just were.

I desperately hoped no one was that perceptive in Forks, Washington. The last thing my family needs is a 21st century Salem Witch Hunt in Forks.

I know this wasn't very long, or too exciting, but it was needed so you can get a better understanding of Vanessa and her family.

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