Beth
Summary: Set after Fifty years after New Moon. Charlie died naturally. The werewolves killed Victoria. Bella never jumped, Alice never came. Edward never went to Italy. And Bella never found the pictures under her floorboards (Read Page. 525 in New Moon.) A new family comes to live in Bella's new house. They have a seventeen-year-old daughter who finds the pictures. Please Review!!
I walked through the door of our new home, in Forks, Washington. It was a little too rainy for my taste, but I could get used to it. It was also slightly colder than my former home in Michigan, but I think I liked it better. I loved how the water in the air clung to my skin. Of course I hated what it did to my hair, but the feeling of it just calmed me. It felt like I was being embraced by many friends that I never seemed to have. The living room was deprived of furniture. The only thing there was a lamp and a small coffee table that my father would no doubt sell and find a better, more expensive one. Past the living room was the kitchen. The last owner of the house had generously left the expensive stove behind for us. Including the table.
I quickly grew bored and turned around back into the living room and up the stairs. My family had told me that I should go on ahead before them to drive hear. After about an hour of driving, my mother had called, telling me that they had just began the journey themselves. This meant that I had probably and hour and a half, since my sister and brother would no doubt want to stop on the way for food, to snoop around the house. Plus I wanted first dibs on bedrooms.
When I made it to the top of the stairs I opened the first door that came up. This room was slightly too big for me, so I assumed this would be for my parents, especially when I saw the two closets and the walk-in bathroom. I closed the door and proceeded down the hall. The next door I decided would be my little sister's room. Jane was only nine and didn't need that much space. The next room would be for my brother, Collin, he was fifteen and will be joining me at the Forks High school the next day. Finally I came to the last door and I hoped with all my might that this would be the one. I opened it and was instantly relieved. It was the perfect size, plus it had my own bathroom! (A/N: I know there was originally one bathroom in the house but it's a big family! Same thing with the rooms . . . I think.)
It was empty, with a wooden floor and Light blue walls. There were curtains on the window on the other side of the room, they were a faded yellow. I think I would keep everything exactly the way it was, it just felt like it needed to stay. I walked into the room to examine more of it. There was a small closet beside the walk-in bathroom. I opened the closed doors and found old hangers still hanging on the rod; they were covered with dust. I closed the door with a squeak. Dad would have to fix that, I noted to myself. I decided to look in the bathroom when the floorboard underneath my left foot shifted under my weight.
My eyebrows pulled together, but my mouth curved into a curious smile. I loved mysteries, even small ones like this. I bent down on my knees and began to pull at the floorboard. It took a good five minutes until I was finally able to pull it out of place. If I had just given the little pocket I would have been instantly disappointed. There was only little brown paper like, shaving pieces. But luckily I knew better, much, much better.
I began to dig at the little shaving pieces, and was instantly pleases with myself. I extracted a CD case and two pictures. I deliberately put the pictures down so that I could run to my car and get my CD player so I could listen to the newly recovered CD. Half a minute later I burst into my new room, gabbed the CD and popped it into the player. The music was made up of a piano compositions that I had never heard before. It was beautiful. I sat back down Indian and examined the pictures thoroughly. The first one was of a gorgeous, god like boy, with bronze-like messy hair. His eyes were a butterscotch (A/N: Sorry if he didn't have butterscotch eyes in the picture, the books are not right in front of me,) golden color. He was smiling a radiant smile that made me forget to breath.
Reluctantly I moved onto the next picture. It was of the same boy and a girl. She had brown shoulder length hair. Her smile didn't seem very natural, and her eyes looked sad. She looked a little like me, only she had brown hair while mine was black. My eyes moved on to the boy again. He hadn't changed much but he seemed distant. It disturbed me in a way. Maybe that was why the girl looked really sad. The picture was folded in half, like one of the two hated their own image and decided to only look at the others'.
I was about to put the picture down when I noticed another difference in him. His eyes were no longer golden; they were a pitch black (A/N: They may not have been in the book). An involuntary shiver ran up my spine. Suddenly I felt the sensation of being watched. I looked up at the window, but saw nothing.
Moments later I heard a car drive up the driveway. The opening and slamming of car doors and the running foot steps of my siblings. I scrambled to put the paper shavings back into the floor pocket and the board back in place. I had only managed to hid the pictures, under my butt and begin to look casual when Collin stormed through the door.
He had Black hair like me, and my father. And blue eyes like father's. Jane and I shared the brown eyes of our mother. Collin looked at me slightly furious, but not surprised.
"I knew it wasn't a good idea to let you go ahead of us. You got to get first dibs," he said a slight whine in his slightly awkward voice.
I just smiled angelically at him, "All apart of my diabolical plan, little bro. If I were you I would go pick the second largest room before Jane does. She doesn't need that much space anyway." Collin and I were enemies but we could call truce right? Help each other out, against the other army?
He smiled, and ran out of the door way and down the hall, yelling, "Thanks, Beth!"
I walked out of my room slightly, not straying to far so that Jane would be aware of my newfound territory. I was all prepared to growl and his at her if she came close, just after I had marked it as my own. I was going to enjoy more mysteries in there. Collin was doing the same at his new territory, and I could see the warning he also sent to me, even as he smiled warmly. We were no doubt thinking the same thing.
Suddenly Jane came scrambling up the stairs, when she saw us guarding our new territory, she pouted. "This is so not fair," she mumbled when we gestured to where her room was. She opened the door and sent daggers at us. The war was continuing, but at least I had Collin on my side for this particular battle.
"Hey kids! Why don't you come get your stuff?" My mother yelled from downstairs.
"Okay mom!" I yelled back when neither Collin nor Jane reacted. "Come on guys, the sooner we get out stuff to our rooms the sooner we can eat," I pointed out and they followed me back down the stairs.