What the Cullens Didn't Know
Authors note. New to posting so please bear with me as I learn the finer nuances of posting. I wrote Devour as a stand alone story, unrelated to the Saga and somehow one day it decided with some changes it could be a cool story about the Cullens.
Summary: The Cullens are a gifted vegetarian family of vampires. Ernst is a human who shares a history with them. Carlisle is keeping a secret, and Aro wants to destroy them all. The Cullens share more than a last name, and Ernst knows the real history of the enigmatic Cullens, and the future of what they desire the most. Takes place pre Twilight through post Breaking Dawn, this story weaves within cannon history and timelines, establishing a different history unknown to the Cullens and kept hidden from the Volturi. Eventual Bella and Edward along with the rest of the Cullen Clan and Wolves.
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns twilight
Remote village Austrian-Hungarian Empire , 1890's.
POV Ernst
She touched herself. I ached to hold her hand. Instead, I clutched my sucker. The frantic movement of her hand, the sharp staccato of her voice as she shouted the words in a whisper and sucked her breath in sharply. The buttons of her mud stained boots undone, peeking beneath her legs splayed wide over the wooden steps of the bakery. Uninhibited, as Mother said, unaware of the world passing before her. Her pale grey eyes were sightless, her fingers frantic, in time with her panting. Mother forbade me to speak with her. Her family, mother whispered were Michlinge or part Gypsy. She was, to me, a frail misunderstood child, a year younger than me at most.
Her fingers and thumb moving in time. Touching her was not forbidden, I reasoned. I stepped toward her, my heart beat pounding as I willingly disobeyed. It excited me.
Her panting increasing as she sensed my closeness through her closed eyes but, the fluttering could not be denied behind her lids. They tracked in time to her sharp hoarse words.
"Café."
"Tea."
"Rum."
"Blitz."
"Dum."
Repeat.
Fingers frantic, splotches of red staining her cheeks. Soon, too soon and she would harm herself, I was sure. The fingers of her hand, tiny yet strong, from playing the notes only she could hear. I stepped closer, and faster they went, her voice a mantra calling me. I did not think that possible; I hung back, gripping my sucker, the last vestige of my reality and innocence, the lifeline slipping. My palms sweaty soon I would lose it.
Her right ring finger tapped her left cheek.
"Café!" Her thumb tapped her right cheek.
"Tea!" Her middle finger touched her plush lips. My hand reached for her.
"Rum!" The pointy finger tapped the upturned tip of her nose.
"Blitz!" And stopped.
Her grey eyes opened. My greens inches from hers. Her lips spread in a wide smile.
"You Came. Ernst come, no longer you will be Dumm." She giggled and grabbed my hand.
"Do not speak, yet, Ernst. I have paper and a pencil. Just come, I will not let you break her rules. Oh can I have some of your sucker, I haven't had some in a while."
I nodded, speechless at the coherent sentences. She grabbed my hand and we ran through the manure-filled street to the small pond behind the apothecary, her books swinging from the leather strings binding them.