Blue Moon Rising
A Twilight FanFiction
Disclaimer: Sadly every time I check my list of best selling series, the Twilight saga doesn't happen to magically appear. Neither does any other series I'm afraid. Never did, never will own it.
Preface
As I looked up into the hunter's eyes, I knew my life was over. I could not look into those dark, desolate pools and think otherwise. My only consolation was that when this was over my family would be safe. New and old. I would not let myself conjure up her face, for in doing so, I would remember what I was losing. And in that, what she was losing. The only hope I had was that in sacrificing myself, the hunter would be satisfied, and leave me only a memory to my loved ones. Without breaking the hunters gaze, I stood up and faced my imminent death.
Chapter 1
Isolation
I would miss Austin, Texas. It had been my home since before I can remember. I had always thought that it would be my home until these past months. The last thing that I thought would happen was my mom and dad splitting up, and then my crazy mother deciding to move back to her roots. Meaning the Olympic Peninsula. More specifically Forks, Washington. My mother, Marilyn had grown up in the dismal place. She had labeled it the "Number One Worst Place to Grow Up". She says that as soon as she graduated she was gone, off to sunny Texas. Where she then met my dad, Andrew fell in love, yadda yadda. You know the rest.
Well now she has decided that it would be an excellent idea to move back to the one place she spent her adult life running from. When her parents both died three years ago they left her their house. She somehow thinks that moving back is an excellent idea. And she somehow got me dragged into it. So now, at seventeen years old and a junior in high school, I am being forced to go to the one place I swore I would never go to. What amazing irony, right?
So now as I'm loading my last bag into the car, I look around at the neighborhood I'm leaving behind. It's the middle of January. Some people still have their holiday lights up, and yet it's 85 degrees. There are tiny kids running around in sprinklers and a group of teenagers playing a game of volleyball down the street. My friends. My best friends in the whole world are right down the street playing volleyball. I wanted to start crying but I knew that I couldn't. If I started crying then my mom would let her floodgates burst and we would never make it to the airport on time to catch our flight.
"Mom", I called. "we need to leave. We are never gonna make it to the airport on time!" That sounded just like one of our typical conversations. I was always the responsible, adult like, almost parental authority, and she was the carefree, laidback, teenager. She and dad always joked that when I was, born we switched personalities. I couldn't care less. As long as there was one responsible adult in the house, then that was fine by me. "Mom!" I yelled again, this time really letting the irritation slip into my voice. "Mom, we need to leave! We are NEVER gonna make it to the airport on time!"
"I'm coming, William, I'm coming!" she called back, from somewhere in our backyard. When she danced around the side of the house, she was holding a pot with some dirt and a spade. I gave her my most exasperated look.
"That's what was keeping you? A pot of dirt?!" I cried incredulously. "You do realize that we can get dirt WHEREVER we go, don't you?"
"Not this dirt." she retorted happily, "This is genuine Texas dirt. Only to be found in.... Texas. It also has some seeds in it. I'm hoping that I will finally be able to grow something."
All I could do was stare at her. We were switching roles more and more frequently. I wondered how that would play out in Forks. Maybe she and I would permanently switch and she would finish high school again and I would teach at the elementary school. Ha. Yea, sure. And then maybe green oompa-loompas will fall from the sky and start singing show tunes.
We arrived at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport three hours later and, after picking up our bags from baggage claim, we looked at each other and then braced ourselves for the cold winds outside. When the doors whooshed open, the wind swept in, bringing with it a nose-nipping cold. Mom and I shivered and then stepped outside to face it. When we found a cab and cabbie, and told him the name of the car dealership where we had gotten our rental car, we both relaxed. My mom dug in her purse for her BlackBerry or as I liked to call it, her CrackBerry. As soon as she found it, she turned it on, and instantly was lost in a virtual world that I did not care for at all. I sighed, shook my head and turned to stare out the window. As much as I hated to admit it, Seattle was beautiful. It was shining with all its buildings and glistening with its water front views.
We got to the car dealership, paid the cabbie his fare, and once again braced the cold winds of the Pacific Northwest. My mom ran inside while I battled with our bags. By the time I got all three suitcases plus my mom's two different hair and face product bags, my mom was pulling around in the oldest version of a Volvo S60 that I had ever seen. It had to be at least 50 years old if not more. I was surprised to see it at all. A car that old should be in a museum or something. NOT at a car dealership in Washington. But I wasn't one to complain, especially when my mom told me that they had just rebuilt everything internally for the car. So I dropped our bags in the trunk and my mom took off, driving to the one place we both dreaded having to go to again.
Three and half-hours later, driving on highway 101, I saw the city limit sign for Forks. As we drove into town, many people stared at the old car with the two newcomers in it. I was self consciously wondering whether or not the window were tinted dark enough for people to see us or not. My mother on the other hand couldn't have cared in the least. She just bobbed her head to some song she was humming in her head, and focused on driving to the house.
We pulled up to the old, old house about fifteen minutes after passing the city limits sign. I stepped out of the car and stared at the house. It had to be at least one hundred years old. It was a little white farmhouse with a porch across the ground level of the front of the house. Everything about it was real picturesque. Pained windows with white shutters, the works.
My mom looked at her old and now new house for approximately two seconds and then worked on grabbing our bags from the trunk of the car. I snapped out of my daze and then went to help her. I grabbed two bags and carried them to the porch. I turned around to ask for the keys, but my mom was one step ahead of me. She dropped the bags she was carrying and put the key into the lock. She twisted, and we both heard the click. At that click she mumbled under her breath "Welcome Home." I brushed it off knowing that she didn't really want a response so I just turned the handle and pushed open the door. I walked right inside. Groping along the wall, my hand came into contact with what I was looking for. A light switch. I flipped the little switch upwards and the hall came on. I could see the kitchen through a short hallway and to my immediate left was a room that connected to another room behind it. It still had the furniture from when my mom was growing up. I walked forward and a short staircase to my left with another hallway and two doors on the right side and one door on the left. I figured they were bedrooms. As I reached the kitchen I saw another staircase going down to some other living area. I put my hand to the wall and flipped on this light switch as well. I looked around. It was light and airy but as soon as you looked through the window above the sink you got lost again in the forest behind the house.
I turned around when I heard the front door close. I saw my mother standing with all of the bags in front of her, with her hands on her hips. She huffed at me and the said "Thanks for all your help." The sarcasm was dripping from her tone. I smiled and responded with a slick "No problem." I grabbed my bags and headed up the stairs to explore the upper floor. My mom called up to me "The room on the left is yours. I already had Mr. Donnavan net door set it up the way you like it. I'm getting the basement room." I rolled my eyes and opened the door on my left. It was a huge bedroom with all of my things from Austin. I exhaled a sigh of relief and went to boot up my computer. As it slowly came to life I examined the room. I opened one of the doors across the room from the computer and it was a closet, a tiny one too. Luckily most of my clothes were left in Austin, due to the fact I can't wear them here. I found the best part of the room was a giant window that dominated the back wall. It was two feet from the floor to about a foot away from the ceiling, making it a six-foot window. I smiled and thought "Cool". I turned around and my computer was ready to go. I lazily clicked on the Internet button and then logged into my email. Like usual I had a small number of emails. A whopping five emails. And three out of five were junk mail. The next was a message from Forks High School with my schedule and student handbook and such. All that did was remind me that high school existed wherever you moved. The last message was from my dad. It just said how much he missed me already and how ready and willing he was to take me back whenever I grew tired of Forks. I sent a quick reply saying that I would think about it, if Forks ever became to dull for me.
By the time I was done on the computer and unpacking my suitcases, I could smell oregano and tomato sauce. I walked down the stairs and saw my mom munching on pizza straight from the box. Take out, the only way she knew how to cook. I smiled and sat down next to her.
"So..." she said after we had ate our fill and then some. "So... what?" I questioned. "So, I was wondering if you were excited about starting school tomorrow?" "Oh yes." I replied, letting every ounce of sarcasm I had in me come out. "I am just bouncing off the walls with excitement." She was laughing when I finished. "Okay, okay! I get it. I went through high school to you know." Yea I do know, I thought, And now you're forcing me to go to that very same high school. I forced a smile and then put out a fake yawn. "Well," I mumbled, "guess it's time to hit the sack. I'll see you in the morning mom. Or maybe I won't. Either way." I gave her a hug and then headed up the stairs to go to sleep and then dream of my newest terror in this isolated place: high school.
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