Meeting Face to Face

by LightWitch12

Her life was a mess in the old city she lived in, now that Grace and her father have moved she can start new. Her first visit had her scared, eyes stared back at her from the bushes in her backyard, they seemed... Inviting. Warm. While she sleeps, she can dream of wild things and meet with her mother for short burst at a time. What's happening to Grace? Who was in the bushes?

1. Chapter 1

[Disclaimer]: I do not own Twilight, I simple borrow the characters for my own stories.

A/N : I got sidetracked from the other story and came up with this one shot or may be a multi-chapter. Either way, go ahead and read the story. Tell me how much you loved it after you've finished. It helps me out a lot. I apologize for any misspelling and grammar, I do not have a spell check on what I use and I am far to lazy to go through this over and over.

"A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf." - George R. R. Martin, A Dance With Dragons.

x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x==x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x

A new school means a new life. No one knows who you are or what your favorite kind of gum is. It's a fresh start n which I choose to live life to the fullest. My father, Connor Parker, got called in for a job at a police station all the way out in a small town called Forks. When he came home that fateful night to give me the "bad news." He was flabbergasted that I would rejoice in such a way that I did. Jumping up and down, shouting yes repeatedly seemed like the ideal way to do things. I knew my father could understand why I was ecstatic about moving on to another town, leaving behind the good old memories that I have at Cougar High. I'm not going to get way into it, but to put things short, I was bullied.

At my old school I was constantly bullied by the girls and some of the guys for being a little over weight. They'd make fun of everything they saw on me, and the clothing I would wear. I became self-conscious, and over the summer I took action. I hardly ate anything but salad and fruit. I went on an all vegetarian diet and things were working out great, I even got my dad to sign me up for the gym. My plan did work, but it came with some problems. I went back to school, this is when I was in the tenth grade, and wore clothing that fit. My shirt stuck to my body so I could show off the curves I've never had. I had some great positive feed back, but after a month there was a rumor that I went anorexic and threw everything up and shoot something into my body.

I finally had enough of the bullying and went straight to the principles office. Screw the adults that tell us to fight our own battles, those girls were going to pay. I told my principle everything, and who the exact students were. He told me how sorry he was since his own son was in the list. I made a deal with him, if I was able to do at home study then I would take his son off the list of kids that should have been given principle was smart, he agreed and allowed this all to happen. I came home early and went right to work. I got half of my school work done, I was a pretty smart cookie. Math was easy, English was a snap and History only meant lots of reading. I like reading, but audio books have music and sometimes a voice actor, it allows your imagination to go wild when you're listening to them speak out as the character of the book.

What I had forgotten about was my father. He had worked the late shifts a lot lately so we could have more mine to do things, and he also wanted to get his baby girl whatever she wanted. I never asked for anything since I was young, I always asked what my papa would want. Eventually he did find out, but my father knows better than to butt into my business too much. If he sees that I'm handling it well, then he knows that he doesn't need to intervene.

Upon this new year I will be entering the 11th grade at Forks High. I couldn't wait to jump out of the SUV and run up into the bedroom of my choosing. My dad told me he got us a two-story house with an awesome backyard. My words, not his. Our new home was also conveniently around the block from his bosses, the guys name is Charlie Swan. He has a daughter named Isabella Swan, but she prefers being called Bella. The last parts of what he was speaking about are a blur, I wasn't really listening to him since all the excitement rushed to my head and all I can think about is decorating my room.

"Grace, were you listening to me or thinking about the house?" My father asked tiredly from his seat. He's been driving for a whole day without any sleep. I on the other hand took a few naps here and there without even knowing I had knocked out. I drew my attention from the passenger window, turning my head lazily to face him. There was nothing but tree's and a dark, cloudy sky. It seemed like great weather for a storm of some sort.

"No, I wasn't. What were you asking me?" Telling him the truth always worked out for the best. He is a cop, if I lied he would be able to tell. Also he's a parent, knowing when your kid is lying is sorta in their job description.

"I wasn't asking, more like telling." He chuckled, taking a few turns down the streets that lead to our new home. "My boss Charlie, he was kind enough to get his friend Carlisle Cullen to help with our furniture. His boys pulled it all out and his wife, Esme, told them where to put it all. Charlie also told me she was able to add a woman's touch to the house, nothing to drastic, but… I know how much you like colors."

I laughed from my seat, leaning my head back against the soft leather of my headrest. "Thanks dad, I didn't think about that until you mentioned it."

"This year Grace, try to make some friends? I know how much you loved working at the animal shelter, but you hardly went out of the house with friends."

I sighed, looking back out the window as my father drove up on to the drive way. I noticed another parked car was here, but my brain was moving a little slow. Something in the top left window caught my attention, the curtain was moving and I could see a pair of golden eyes staring right back at me. The car came to a stop. His keys rattling as he pulled them out of the ignition. Who was up there? A ghost? Wait my dad just stopped the car. That can only mean.

"Oh my gosh!" I snapped alert, and got out of the SUV. I ran right into the house, my father shouting at me with a chuckle. "Don't fall young woman!"

I pushed the front door open, taking my first few steps into the house I could now call mine. The smell in the house was different, it was a mix of fresh paint and the sea. I took a small glance around the first floor, but my attention is drawn to the sound of footsteps upstairs. The footsteps came to a stop. "Oh no you don't…." I murmured, racing up the steps to the second floor. I dashed down the hall to the left bedroom I had claimed as mine in my head earlier. The door was open ajar, I could hear something being moved inside. I collected myself, taking in a deep breath and pushed the door open. I stood there looking like an idiot expecting to see his older sister or brother doing something wrong.

No one was in the room. It was an empty blue room with ships on the bottom of the walls painted in a lighter shade of blue. The bed was pretty big, but then again so was the room. The window was open, the wind blowing the curtains which would be the reason I saw them moving. The eyes though, are they a design on the curtain? I checked, looking on the inside of the fabric only to find it was white with a silky lace feeling to it. Hmm, this woman must really know her stuff. I looked out my window, watching my dad unpack a few of his bags from the trunk of the car, and bring them up to the front door. I smiled, leaning away from the window so I could shut the darn thing.

"This is mine and I love it!" I flailed on to my bad, rolling over the cool sheets. They had the same scent of the ocean I had smelled earlier, not just that, but it mixed in with something else. Maybe an air freshener sprayed in here to give it that sea like smell since the designer did make my room that way. I loved it, I felt like I was on a ship going to whichever destination I told it to go. I sighed, slowly forcing myself to get off the comfy bed so I could help my father. I hadn't seen it before, but there was a second window to my room, this one allowed me to see into my backyard. Wow, the yard was very spacious just as my father told me. We could build his shed and maybe even a small hut a little further out in the woods just for me. It could be my getaway place if I ever needed to be by myself, surrounded by nothing but nature and a corn dog.

A fast movement in the tree's caught my attention, there in the brush of the woods I could see the golden eyes. They were staring right back at me, something written in them but I'm not good at reading people unless they orally tell me what's going on. These eyes seemed lonely yet hopeful, sad but happy, relieved yet tortured. Why was this person feeling so many different kinds of emotions at once?

"Grace! Come give your old man some help down here, these are your bags as well young woman."

I turned my head away from the activating eyes so I could answer my father. "Sure thing papa!" I glanced back outside to the bushes, the eyes were no longer there. Some teenagers would freak out if someone was watching them from the woods, staring them down like this person was me. I didn't feel scared or threatened in any way. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, and this aching feeling to run out and hold this person close to me. I wanted nothing more than find out why they had such mixed emotions while we were staring at one another. What could have caused them to hurt so much, yet feel so happy at the same time?

I closed the window, but didn't lock it. I had a weird feeling I would be seeing them again.

x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x

Everything finished. We unpacked all of our things, got our rooms together and went out shopping for food. The car that was in the driveway earlier was owned by a woman who had set up the house. My father said I just missed her when I rushed into the house. She was in the backyard gardening when I ran inside, she finished up and went to welcome us to Forks. I felt bad for not introducing myself to the woman who made my room into my secret wonderland, I wanted to ask her if she could do the same to the hut I want built-in our backyard. It could be something new while I'm here in town, school won't start for another week.

"What's got you thinking so much?" My father asked worriedly. He had glanced over at me for the last six minutes of our drive, I knew he would ask me sooner or later. I chewed on my lower lips out of nervous habit, I wasn't sure how I was going to tell him what had just happened to me.

"It's umm, a girl thing dad. You know? The whole monthly cramps and the I'm gonna die bit." His face scrunched up with understanding and disgust, he really didn't need to know any more than 'It's a girl thing' but I needed to play it off. He nodded his head and the rest f our car ride home was silent.

After we ate our dinner which was a full course of Burger king plus veggies we bought from the one super market that was in town. That place has to be getting loads of cash, it was pretty big but also the only one we found close to us. I helped clean up the kitchen, kissed my father's cheek and wished him a good night. He stayed up to speak to Charlie about his work schedule over the phone while the game was on the TV. I went upstairs to handle a few girl like things. Washing my face, putting moisturizer on, getting any and all make-up off my face. Thank goodness I only put on a little. I pulled my hair out of the pony tail, shaking out the long black hair. I am in serious need of a trim, my hair grew out so fast over the summer. I normally have it at least shoulder-high, but this year I decided to let it grow since it went along with my new body, but then again I can wear it the way I want.

After a few more minutes of staring at my reflection, and the washing of my hands, I went straight to my bed. I shut my bedroom door, jumped up on to my bed after a short run up to it. I had on bed shorts and a tank top, even if the weather outside looked like it was going to be cold it was actually hot in my room. I would kill to have some sort of giant ice pack next to me now. I normally don't do hot weather. It's not like I'm a girlie girl, I can get my hands dirty.

I turned off my lamp light and curled on to my side, slowly sleep took its toll on me and I went off into my dream land. Pirates were trying to aboard my ship, I had the crew fire cannons and kill any of them that tried to get aboard our ship. It was a hard and long battle, but my ship mates and I won the fight. Our ship, Mystery was broken in many place, but we would do our absolute best to fix her up. I hollered for the captain of the ship, he had three men with him. All three of them were tied up. The bigger one looked as if he would need chains to hold him down. He was very toned, black hair and eyes that held mercy. The next was an older male, he had dirty blonde hair and a Southern accent. He looked as if he knew how to fight, he did put up a hard battle. I like this one, I may spare his life. The next was a younger fellow, his hair stood straight up. He stared at me with a frown of displeasure and loss. He must know that his chances of staying alive are slim to none.

"The caption will be happy to know that I do plan on sparing his ship mates lives. But, you three can only live if you join my army."

"Fuck you!" The boulder of a man shouted, spitting at my shoes. I shook my finger in front of him, and snapped my fingers for my men to take him tot he bridge. With one shove he fell down into the deep ocean, his last words were a shout of something to his captain. The captain himself made no move to lift his head, his shoulder hitched when he heard the bear man shout his last words.

"Any one else care to die by the sharks?"

"I'll stay with you if it means I live." The spiked hair one spoke, exchanging a glance with his captain. He slowly lifted his head, staring up at me with a look I could not decipher. He seemed a downer type. The kind of man who had too much going on and would need space to think about his next decision or else it would be a bad one.

"Edward!" The southern boy stared at his comrade in disbelief. "You would betray your own family to stay alive? Think about what you're doing."

"Staying alive is better than dying, Jasper. I can't leave her, I won't leave her." Edward spoke to his brother with a stern tone of voice in which his brother, Jasper, flinched away from him.

"I know, being with her means more than anything, but think about what you're doing. I want to stay alive for my Alice, but I know she will understand my decision to stay with my family and not cower down. Now…" He stared at his brother with a concentrated look. "Stay, Edward."

Edward turned his head over to the captain, whispering something too fast for my own ears to pick up. I glared down at them, the southern boy glanced up at me and I felt a wave of relief and calm wash over myself. It was too sudden to have been myself doing this, it must have been the boy. Did I give him a gift of some kind for my dream to have a better adventure? The spiked hair boy, Edward, whispered something harsh to his brother. Jasper groaned, looking down at the ships floor sadly.

"This is boring me, not a single one of you has even spoke about the man I threw overboard. How about I spice things up a bit, hmm?" I drew my sword out, staring at the work of at I held in my grasp. "This sword, crafted by one of the finest men in my town, and now I am going to put this blade to good use. You, the southern boy will be my first victim." I smirked, pulling my arm back. "Any last words before I end your life?"

Jasper lifted his head lazily, staring up at me with honest eyes. "I used to live, but now I am nothing but a shell that lives off others. You can try, but your blade will not pierce me ma'am." Ah, the good old southern tone of his was a little down right sad, but he was hiding something from me. I could see it in his eyes. I huffed, tilting my head.

"So you think I can not pierce you? We shall see." With one swift motion I threw my weight into it, plunging my weapon into the man's chest. To my surprise, my blade did not rip through his flesh, but his flesh tore through my weapon. As I stand there with wide eyes, watching my beautiful sword fall into tiny pieces, hitting the wood floor of my ship. Edward stood from where he knelt, growling at me with dead black eyes.

"We can't let her live, she knows too much now." Edward snarled, his lips curved over his teeth, showing me the sharp pearly whites. What was going on? I felt a rush of heat spread through my body like a wild-fire. I had no control over my dream no, whatever happens now is up to this story line. My men on the other side of the ship were fighting against something, I could hear their gasps and shouting of my name. Whoever was aboard my ship was harming my crew, I can't let this go on. What do I do?

I took a step back, keeping my eyes on the boy who looked ready to oil me in a second. "You think you can kill me, the greatest captain alive? Try me boy, and see that you will end up at the bottom of the sea just like your friend." I was loving this adrenaline rush, it was definitely something I needed after a bummed out day.

"Edward you need to keep calm, she has no idea why her sword broke." Jasper kept his voice calm as he also stood, untangling his hands from the ropes like it were nothing. I need to teach my men how to tie a rope on a hostage better than this, I shouldn't have let Lenny do it. He reached his hand out towards Edward, but his captain shook his head. No why would he do that?

"You don't understand Jasper, and you won't for a while. We need to end her, for our family's sake. " He took a step towards me, teeth bared and a snarl coming straight out of his chest. It was almost like my body knew what he was and how he would react. I wasn't calm, but I felt like he couldn't harm me at all. I was the better predator, I could defeat him in one single blow… In one single bite. My mind became fogged, I could see small dots in my vision. No, I wasn't going to wake up now, I can't when this is getting good! I shook my head repeatedly, keeping myself inside of this dream. Something was happening to me and I need to find out what.

Edward lunged towards me, taking me off guard. I shrieked, covering my head with my arms, curling into my body to protect myself from his aggressive attack. I waited for his body to collide with mine and feel the undesirable amount of pain that would come from falling to my death. Nothing happened, I felt nothing but a gush of wind circle around me. I slowly lifted up my arms, peaking open one eye to see what had happened.

There in front of me was their captain, holding out his arms in front of me as if he were using his body as a shield. I peaked around him, watching Jasper hold Edward in his arms with little struggle. He had his arms held back to a breaking point, if Edward struggled anymore his arms would be disconnected, and that isn't a feeling anyone wants to have.

"She has done nothing to us, we started the war and I am going to end it. Edward, you are my son but I won't let you harm my mate. " The words left the lips of the captain in a snarl. Yet the voice of the captain was too soft and feminism to be a man's. I don't see how I missed this. Her build and bust was covered by a cape, her face hidden behind the shadow of her hat. I couldn't have known she was a woman for she didn't say a word either.

Mate? She mean like soul mates? I've heard of that word being used before, but I can't place it. I watched the woman relax her arms and bring them down to her side, she turned halfway, keeping herself between Edward and I.

"I apologize for my son, he can be hot-headed and a bad listener." She lifted the hat off of her head, allowing me to see the masked beauty's face. I stared in awe, this woman was incredibly beautiful. i have never seen anyone like her, and I felt something more for her. "My name is Esme, I am the Captain of the Swisher Cullen. I will help you fix your ship up if it means you and I can be at peace." She lifted her hand up to my cheek, caressing my skin with her thumb. I couldn't move, only blink and nod my head to whatever she told me. Esme grinned, staring into my eyes with a certain want.

"You said… Mate. What is… A Mate?" I spoke through my hazy stare. She wasn't seducing me, and I am sure she has a man all ready. A woman like her should have a man, she is too beautiful and… Princess like, for her to be left alone. I can only say that I wish I had found her earlier. I want to be closer to her, my body was getting hotter and hotter. My heart beat was faster than it should had been, I was sure I'd have a heart attack.

"Mate os someone who I have searched for all my life, and now you've come to me. You found me, Grace." She looked over at Jasper and muttered a command to him, he nodded and lifted the knocked out Edward on to his shoulder. "You're different as well, Grace. You feel it don't you."

I blinked, looking up at her after watching Jasper take Edward away. "I… Feel warm, and like something else is inside of me. I'm not alone. What does that mean?"

"All can be explained in due time, but as of now…" Esme's voice lowered to a whisper, I could feel her cool breath against my hot lips. "I want to test something." She whispered with a smirk, grazing her cold lips against mine. Tease. "May I, Captain?"

With a single nod Esme closed the distance, our lips crashed against one anthers in a blissful kiss. This has to be the first time I have kissed anyone, let alone a woman. Her lips had a hard feel to them, but the softness of her lips and the sweet taste of her mouth were all to overwhelming. I felt her tongue slip past my lips, moving against mine in a battle for dominance. I tried my best to win, but being that this is my first time I lost immensely. I heard her chuckle, her arms wrapping around my waist as the kiss became more heated. My hat fell to the ground, I hadn't a care in the world because as of right now I was about to go further then I ever have. The plus side of this is that I'm not scared to go the extra mile. I want to.

Esme pulled apart after what seemed like hours. My lungs were burning for oxygen, I had not imagined this is the outcome of making out. Esme watched me pant for air, my cheek flushed a dark red over my cheeks and down to my neck. I wasn't scared, no, but I'm embarrassed about not being able to please her in return. Shyly, I lifted leaned my head forward, resting against her bosom. She stroked my back, caressing my hair with the other hand.

"I never would have thought my mate would be a girl, but I was open to the possibility."

"Would you have wanted your mate male? I can't give you children since I'm a woman."

Esme sighed, sliding her fingers through my thick, short hair. "No, you can't give me children honey, but I don't think having a baby is the right thing for us at the moment. For now, I need to tell you something. Grace…. Grace….. Grace."

I frowned, watching as everything was washed away by the roaring waters. I moved past Esme, putting her behind me as the waters swept us across the ship. I gasped for air, looking around for her. I couldn't find anything but her hat, the water must have taken her under. I took off my coat and jumped into the unforgiving sea. I can't lose her, she just found me and I feel so alive with her next to me. I spotted Esme swimming up to the top, she didn't look horrified or scared, she also didn't released any bubbles while she swam. Wasn't she breathing.

"Grace… honey, wake up." I glanced up at the top of the water, I could see the reflection the sun shinning through the clouds and over the water. It was nice, I was able to find a woman who claims me. I got to make out with her, but not doing much more then that. I heard my name being repeated over and over, the water around me started to rock and crash as I rose up for air.

I jolted up in my bed, staring at my wall in a panting haze. It was all a dream, everything was a dream. I sighed, getting a hold of my breath so I could think clearer. I felt a cold shill climb up my spin, and I frowned wondering where the draft was coming from. The window to my room was open, but swear I shut it right before I went downstairs to help my dad with the boxes. What if the mystery person came and visited me last night?

I should panic. Race to my father's room and get him to call his new friends and tell them about the intruder. To me, this wasn't an intruder, but someone I had yet to meet face to face.

x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x=x

What did you think? Should I continue this story or keep it as it is? Review and Favorite kiddo's, you all know you want to. \(^_^)/ Yay!