A/N: Hello chickadees! Okay so this is my first Twilight story and I'm sooo excited about it I hope that you guys will enjoy it too! If you have any ideas, questions, tips, or just wanna share your thoughts you know what to do(review it!) So read, relax, and enjoy!
xo, Deja
**Disclaimer: As much as I hate to say this, I do NOT own Twilight or any of Stephenie Meyer's characters, I just like to play with them (But I do own Wensley and Gregory, just and FYI )
Intro
When we grow up, we expect to love. The desire to find it will drive us mad. Everyone wants to find that "special someone" and will look everywhere for them, but sometimes we look for love in all the wrong places. Sometimes, love is right in front of us, handed to us on a silver platter. Love is divine, love is chaotic, it's complicated and sought after and when we finally find that blanket drenched in love, we wring it dry and soak it all up. It's what people live and die for. What is love? That's probably one of the most difficult questions known to mankind. Love is friendship set on fire, it frees us of all the weight and pain of life. Love is quicksilver in the hand, and if you leave the fingers open, it stays, but if you clutch it, it darts away. Love has no awareness of merit or demerit, it has no scale. Love is like war, easy to begin but hard to end.
Love is timeless...
Chapter 1
I sat in my room staring out the window, looking at nothing in particular. Unlike every other day in Stony Point, it was a beautiful sunny Fall day, which was bad news for me. That meant that I had to travel twice as far in the middle of the mountains just to find some damn backpackers. Reluctantly, I pulled myself up from the armchair, walked to my bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. I let out a groan as I took in my appearance…I looked terrible. My dark hair was twisted in all directions, my caramel skin had an ickish olive tone to it, and the area around my crimson red eyes had deep bruise like circles surrounding them. And that unmistakable burning sensation in my throat blazed. I needed to feed. Badly. I quickly hopped in the shower, savoring the comfort of the hot water on my cold skin. Fifteen minutes later my hair was brushed and I swiped on some lip gloss and mascara. I slid into some skinny jeans, threw on a cute top, and slid into my favorite pumps. Before I shut the door, I threw the towel that was wrapped around my head on my bed and grabbed my keys. I knocked on my older brother's door, "Gregory, I'm leaving!" I shouted, hoping that he heard me over the blaring Linkin Park playing.
"Whatever," I mumbled walking away.
I scrawled a note on the sticky pad and stuck it on the fridge. I grabbed my satchel bag, sunglasses, and car keys before shutting the door and locking it. I headed down the hall to the elevator and waited for it to reach my level.
"Good morning my delectable dessert." Said a voice behind me.
Slowly, I turned around and was face to face with Derek, the lame but very attractive man whore who lived down the hall from my brother and I.
"Hi, Derek." I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"So where might you be going on this lovely day." He pressed.
"Umm, out." I replied not even bothering to keep the annoyance out of my voice.
"Well that doesn't give me any sense of direction." He mumbled.
"That's the point." I snorted.
"Why are you playin' so hard to get baby?" he said, inching closer to my ear.
"Who's playin' Derek?" I asked rhetorically.
Ding! The elevator had finally arrived. I sped walked in and pressed the "L" button a bunch of times in hopes that it would get me away from Derek.
As soon as the doors shut I was immersed in my own personal hell. The scent of Derek's blood flooded the elevator, making my senses sharpen. I could feel every muscle in my body coil, the venom in my mouth began to pool, and that flame in the back of my throat blazed. I choked back a growl of hunger.
10, 9, 8, 7...Slow ass elevator.
"So when are we gonna hook up baby girl?" he asked, moving closer to my ear.
"Trust me Derek, you don't want my teeth anywhere near you." I said through clenched teeth.
6,5,4,3,2,…Ding!
"Oh come on!" I yelled. The elevator doors finally opened and I all but ran out of the elevator through the posh lobby.
"Okay then, so call me!" Derek called after me.
"You never give up do you?" I laughed under my breath.
I walked through the lobby fighting the urge to rip everyone's throat out and suck them dry. I made my way to the garage and got in my white Touraeg, "Hi, baby." I smiled gliding my fingers across the smooth black leather. I know it may sound weird, but I really love my car.
I pulled out of the garage and sped down the street weaving through all of the other cars. I finally got on the highway and kept driving until I reached Bear Mountain. Now don't let the name deceive you, there are more deer than there are bears on that mountain but that was the least of my worries. I was hunting the hunters. I pulled off the exit and parkede my car behind the foliage so that it was well hidden.
I slipped off my jacket and left it behind in the seat, locked the door and sprinted into the forest at an inhuman speed. About a mile into the forest I noticed four pairs of footprints in the muddy earth. It didn't take me long to find them either. They were burly men, very muscular, and pretty good looking. I decided that it's be easier to just knock them unconscious and drink from them instead of trying to seductively lure each one of them. I quickly circled them, so fast that they'd think it was an unnatural wind, hit each of their pressure points and just like that they were out. I sank my teeth into each one of their necks and drank enough so that I wouldn't have to feed for another two weeks but not so much that it'd kill them. Just as I was about to move on to the fourth one, I noticed that his hair was a strange, familiar color. Gently, I turned his face so that I could get a full on view at it and gasped. He looked just like him. It'd been almost months since I'd thought of him let alone seen his doppelganger. This man that I was about to drain looked like the first person that I ever fell in love with. Edward Masen. I keep having these thoughts, these dreams that he'll come back and we'll live happily ever after. But that illusion is shattered when I realize that it will never happen because he's been dead for the past century. Checking back into reality, I slowly placed his head on the ground and sprinted away. I got in my car and sped down the empty road, pressing the gas until the speedometer hit one hundred. Realizing that I'd probably cause some sort of scene and end up getting in trouble for driving like a maniac, I decided to pull to the side of the road where there was an observation point. It didn't make sense to take out my frustrations on my car…and the road. I took a step towards the railing that was between me and the edge of the cliff and rested my head against the cool comforting metal. With each deep breath that I took, I made an effort to clear my mind of all the emotional and mental pain that one guy could cause, even when he was dead. Edward Anthony Masen isn't coming back. It's impossible so stop thinking about him, I thought to myself. I stood in that spot looking off into the distance of what seemed like never-ending trees far below me and tried to calm myself but to no avail. It was never this hard to get a grip on reality after thinking about Edward, but for some reason this time was different. It was harder. I pulled out my cell to call the only person I knew who could actually help me control my emotions. Hesitantly, I tapped the send button and sucked in a deep breath when it rang. And rang and rang. Just when I was about to give up and hang up, a comforting voice answered, "Hello?"
"Jasper? It's Wensley. I need you're help."