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Calinda has just discovered that her father is gone, taken by the same people who took the rest of her family. And just when she thinks she's about to suffer the same fate, she winds up on the Cullen's doorstep, literally. Not to mention the fact that she has a special power, the same her family died for. With the help of the Cullens, and a certain werewolf, will she be able to escape the same fate her family has suffered? rated T for language.
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I hated this box. My hatred has been growing by the second, ever since I woke up in this stupid thing. It grew even more when I remembered how I got in the stupid thing. In fact I felt tears threatening to spill over my eyelids.
*FLASHBACK*
I had just gotten out of the stables, I had been exercising my horse, Cobolt, and was still wearing my cowboy boots. They made a loud clicking noise as I walked on the stone walkway to dad's garage. It stood before me, a huge 10 car garage, it was big enough to be a house but wasn't anywhere near the size of our house. I walked up to the door and went inside.
"Dad?" I said, calling his name. Then I noticed the tools, they were scatered on the ground. In that very second I knew something was wrong, my dad would never leave his tools lying around.
I picked up a wrench and prepared my mind to be ready to take control of the other tools at a moments notice. I started sneaking through the garage, painfully aware of the now momumental loudness of my boots.
I stopped in my tracks, there was blood on the floor, way too much for whoever had bleed to still be alive and well. Tears came to my eyes, I knew whose blood it was.
"Hello Calinda, long time no see." I knew that voice, but nevertheless, I turned around only to comfirm what I already knew. Jackson Ryder, in the flesh. He was wearing a NY yankee's cap and sunglasses. That was about all I registered before I threw the wrench I was still holding at his head. He deflected it easily, so I immediately flung a dozen tools at him as I turned and ran for the back exit. I was only ten feet from the door when a felt a sting in the back of my neck and not a second later a felt my head getting blurry.
I heard footsteps coming towards me as I dropped to my knees. Jackson came into my blurry vision. I could tell he was saying something, but I didn't hear it because I had already blacked out.
*FLASHBACK*
I shook my head, trying to clear it. I had to keep my mind on the task at hand. Getting out of this box.
To be more specific, it wasn't exactly at box, it was more like a wooden crate. A wooden crate that had been nailed shut. sigh.
Thankfully, that wasn't a problem, at least not for me. I focused all my will power on the wooden side in front of me. In a few mere second the wall that had seperated me from the rest of the world was gone.
Well, not necesscarily gone, just floating in midair about a foot away from me. This was the power I had. I had the power to make things levitate with my mind...and a little more, but that isn't necssary to the plot right now.
I stuck my cramped legs out of the box, trying to gage how far from the ground I was. I went ahead and moved the piece of wood to the right and let it drop. I stuck my head out of the box next. It turned out that I was in a garage, and a big one at that. I counted 7 cars in total.
My feet were only a couple of inches from touching the floor, so I went ahead and hopped out. I looked behind me and found that the crate I had been in was sitting on a metal table, and I also found that my bag that had been hanging around my shoulder was thrown in for some reason. Whatever the reason, I certainly wasn't upset.
I picked it up and was greatful for the reason that it had my staff and my potions in it. (Just so we're clear, I'm not talking about some Harry Potter shit!)
I walked up to the door and discovered it wasn't even locked. Wow, these people sure are niave. There was one word to discribe whosever house this was. White. It was everywhere, on the walls, on the furniture, on the appliances, it looked like there had been a snow storm inside the room.
While I was there I decided to do some snooping. I looked in every room (which was kinda a long task considering there were more than eight rooms). After I deduced that nobody was home I went back down to the living room. Behind the white couch was a white table. It had drawers and I decided to take a peek inside. There were stacks of pictures and I picked up the one in the middle. They were a stack of wedding pictures, the couple was by far the most beautiful I had ever seen, minus the overly paleness of their skin. I flipped it over and it read, Emmett and Rosalie, August 2003. My eyes drifted to the next picture in the stack, it was the same couple but for some reason it looked older, despite the fact that the couple looked no different other than their wardrobe.
I turned over the picture and read the back, Emmett and Rosalie, April 1999. It baffled me as to how they looked exactly the same and how the date changed to drastically. I looked at the rest of the photos and found the same exact couple and the years kept going further and further back.
I suddenly realized what kind of house I was in. I was in a vampire's house. And judging from the size it was a very large coven. I prepared to run from the house when I heard the turning of a door knob. I had just enough time for my mind to register how much trouble I was in.
"I totally beat you! You were like a full mili second behind me!" I heard a light belle like voice say.
"No you didn't! It was a tie and you kno-" I heard a deep voice say, but his voice was cut off when he say me.
He walked through the door and stopped in his tracks when he saw me. I immediatly saw the color of his irises, gold. I relaxed, at least I didn't have to worry about having them try to suck my blood.
"Hm, a real life Goldilocks and the Three Bears situation, huh?" I said, taking in his stunned expresion, I could already tell that this was going to be entertaining.