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Charlotte White
Bella / Jacob
Rating MA – Adult Theme's.
TheMightyRen
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Chapter One – Unrecognisable
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I stood with my back pressed against the driver's side of my car, clutching my Blackberry and tan, suede handbag to my chest. Just a short run in the car, thirty minutes drive down the road. Just paper work and now, now I'm seeing and hearing things I wasn't ready too yet. Seeing things I never wanted to think about ever again.
It was completely my own fault, I should have known by now: You find out what the errand entails before agreeing to it. 'Just take these final admission papers to the school office in La Push Ms. White, they are expecting them and we missed the mail.'
Shit, shit – double shit!
God damn it! He was parked in the car in front of mine and one to the left – facing me.
Do something – don't just stand there.
"Did you get your hair done?" The little girl asked as he lifted her into his arms, the little girl sat at-top his shoulders.
"Yes honey." All smiles, just like always.
"Did mommy do it?" Mommy?
"Yes honey," They were at his car now, he was helping the little girl into a car seat in the front of the truck.
Please don't see me, please don't see me.
I couldn't move. I tried, I really did. I wanted nothing more than to not be seen like this, not be found out this way, I didn't want him to lay eyes on me again. I'd worked too hard to be inconspicuous, I could not be found like this. I tried, so damn hard to move but at the same time I didn't want to. I knew as soon as I got into that car I wouldn't be able to hear his voice, and I'd dreamt of hearing his laugh for too long to miss the opportunity.
I'd turned to watch using the reflection of the other car windows, knowing his acute senses would alert him to the fact that I was staring if I looked directly at him.
Watching as he uncurled him self from the passenger side of the truck he sighed a laugh, in the reflection I saw him stiffen. Beautiful, tall and broad. Exactly the same as the day I watched his brothers pull him away from me. I shrank down and began rummaging through my handbag.
"Are you ok miss?" Shit, he's talking to me.
"Y-ye-ess, thank you." He stepped toward me, his work boots clunking along the asphalt of the car park, "T-this bag is to big… I'm forever loosing my keys." He'd stood still, hands resting on his hips, I glanced up quickly, knowing if I didn't at least glance at him it would pique his interest, chanting silently to myself, he won't see, he won't know – nothing left to recognize. Safe – even from him, even if it's not the way I want it. "Ahh! There we go," I slid the key into the door and released the mechanism.
"Do I know you? There's something familiar about you." No shit, Jake. He stepped again, at the middle of my bonnet now. I cracked the driver's door and moved to slide into the seat.
"I-I doubt it. Just moved here." It's not exactly a lie. Another step, why is he stalling? Either come over here or go back to the girl – please go back to the girl, I don't want you to see me like this – my life is the biggest I told you so ever.
"Hmm, you know if you wanted there's a bonfire on the beach tomorrow night, you should come, lots of us, late teens early twenties – it'd be good to meet some people if you don't know anyone yet. There are some younger kids but they are usually gone by ten so they can make it back to Forks for curfew."
"Can't, conflict of interest," I was hovering between the door and the car, wanting to disappear before he realized, like he could recognize you, you don't even recognize you! "I'm a teacher up at Forks High." I followed up with, finding it harder to tare my eyes away from him this time. His eyes narrowed into a glare, don't look, Jacob – you won't find anything so don't bother.
I'm not her, I'm not her, I'm just not her.
Not anymore. I died when he did. No before that. The day I left you.
He nodded, "I really don't think it's like that, my, um, brother is a Phys Ed teacher up there, he said he found it pretty good. Got to know the kids quicker and stuff." He looked over me once more, his eyes penetrating mine, I swallowed, "Maybe you met him already, Embry, Call," I shook my head, "well, if you change your mind, I'm Jacob Black, Jake. I'll keep an eye out for you." He smiled and it was as breathtaking as ever. I had to bite back a sob and managed a curt nod,
"Charlie White." Semi-composed I managed a small smile before slipping into the car and waiting for him to pull away, rummaging around in my bag some more.
I shouldn't have come back, my alias wasn't going to work. I couldn't lay down roots here, I could have done all this through correspondence, I didn't need to come back here. I should have stopped away.
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"Dad, you in here?" Helping Joanna off with her back-pack I directed her toward the sofa and handed her the controls,
"Yes son, in the back room." Walking through the house I still couldn't shake the strange feeling. "What's up?"
Sticking my head round the door I saw he was carving, news paper laid out, tools scattered anywhere. He was concentrating too hard on this project. I'd never seen him so absorbed, not for years, not since mom died. I was sure he wasn't sleeping. "Hey – lookin' good, dad." I paused, looking over his features, the last few months had been tough for all of us, dad especially felt responsible. "Umm, d'you remember the name of the beneficiary of Charlie's estate?" Dad frowned before setting down the memorial he was carving and thought for a moment,
"It was someone, a cousins child, they'd never met him I don't think. I'd never met them, never heard of them either." I nodded, but felt dad stiffen and turn his back to me, "That girl, she did this, she couldn't even be bothered to come back to say goodbye – like you wouldn't have allowed them to come back for that." He was right, the worst thing to deal with was how she'd turned her back on us entirely, me, I expected that. In a twisted way I hoped it was what she would do but it killed Charlie – quite literally.
I'd steeled myself to deal with the return, her return and it had all been worthless. She probably didn't even remember us. She told me once how human memories became hazy, most of them forgotten. It was as if she'd really forgotten all of us. Had I made that small of an impact on her life she wouldn't remember me? After all, I suppose I wasn't him and he was the one that killed her, his venom was the one that filtered through her veins as she took her last breath, branding her as his using his own personal cocktail, changing her for eternity. Just the way she 'needed'.
"Do you remember the name though dad?" He grunted,
"Charlotte something-or-other." I hmmned a response. "Why'd you ask son?" I scratched my forehead before rubbing my neck nervously.
"I think I met her when I was picking Joanna up," Dad nodded, still facing away from me.
"Was she pretty?" He was always asking awkward stuff like that. I think it was about damn time he got laid himself. I swallowed,
"She was everything dad, everything."
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