((A/N: So what happens when you take Twilight vampires and stick them around World of Darkness vampires? Something like this, I suppose. I have tried to stay true to the nature of both, and I will gladly take any polite complaints. If something seems unusual to you, tell me...though it might be that way for a reason! Comments more loved than critiques for that reason. Lastly, no, I do not own Twilight, thank god.))
"This sucks." The blond-haired young man made a face as he pulled the motorcycle helmet from his head. In a rather unusual move, he proceeded to scratch at his ear absently with the back of one of his gloved hands.
"What an astounding conclusion, Steven." A petite young woman responded, closing the door of the car she had just left. Unlike his black, leathery attire, she was dressed more casually in a pair of jeans and a ruffled purple top. Her hair came down in neat, dark ringlets to her shoulders, and her style of movement was decidedly smoother and less agitated than the motorcyclist in question. She had a strange sort of beauty around her, in the darkness of her hair, depth of her eyes and warmth of her voice.
"No fighting, you two." As the young woman had, a second young man stepped out of a second car. His hair was shorter and darker than Steven's, and his features were more sharply drawn than the young woman. Moving to his side was the last of their group, another female, brown hair with honey streaks and the sharp features of her husband. That made four: two car drivers, two motorcyclists. That bit of organizing was the first of many problems, as the Cullens were too many to fit in a single car. It had been solved with a minor change of plans, but they knew that trickier problems would be well on the way. What to do with a bunch of people who did not sleep was one problem. Plus, how would they fare not being allowed to go out as they pleased? Those were issues to be dealt with later, though.
"C'mon, let's get this done so we can get home." The female motorcyclist said with a smile, and gestured up to the large house in front of them. It was the small female driver that went first, knocking lightly on the door. The family was undoubtedly waiting, after all, there was no need to be loud about it. It was out of formality that she was the one to knock, she was a rank or two above her comrades, but curiosity was what made her do it so happily. Heck, she's driving all the way out to this tiny little place to come pick up some people she's never met? Not only that, but of a species that was such a distant cousin to her own, she wasn't even sure they existed until now? You had better believe she was curious!
When a handsome blond man (who was at least a good foot taller than her) answered the door with a calm smile, she knew she was at the right place.
"Allo!" She said cheerfully, with a bright smile to match, "I assume you are Dr. Cullen, yes?" Extending a hand to him she added, "It is nice to meet you!" in the same friendly tone.
"Despite the circumstances, it is nice to meet you as well, Miss…?" The implied request for an introduction was waved aside with a bit of a laugh from the young woman; "I can introduce us all at once when you and your family are all ready, save some time."
A musician she was, through and through, and her musician's ears told her one thing immediately: he had one heck of a nice voice. He was also surprisingly calm, which she was thankful for. He gestured the quartet inside, holding the door until the last one, Steven, was through.
There was a tidy little pile of suitcases near the door, presumably for the family, and it was Steven who offered to go and load them into the cars. Without much of a thought on their parts, or even much of a look, both drivers tossed him their keys.
Near the suitcases there was the family that belonged to them, sitting calmly or milling about impatiently. No sooner had the young woman spotted the little human hiding away than was she spoken to.
"We were having some concerns for Bella's safety…" A woman with caramel hair drew her attention instead, away from the human girl, 'Bella'. But, instead of the female driver answering, the dark-haired young man did instead.
"Lady Lokisana has guaranteed your safety." He said with a smile. Dressed in plain black slacks and a dark red dress shirt, he looked pretty much at ease, " And that means all of you." He gave a bit of a shrug and continued, " This isn't the first time a human has been in the sanctuary, and I'm sure it won't be the last."
With that, he turned to the human girl directly, what little of her he could see. She was buried in a young man's shoulder, but he could see a sleepy eye looking up at him. "Don't be worried in the slightest, little madam. You'll be safe with these kind fellows and us." He nodded.
"We're a little weird-looking, I'll admit…" The woman motorcyclist spoke up," But really, we're harmless…" She giggled a little and looked down at her feet, as if the anecdote was unexpected to even her.
The caramel-haired woman did look a little reassured at that, though she hasn't looked that bothered in the first place. The young man that had Bella sleeping on him was about to speak up when the last of their quartet re-entered, announcing that he had "finally moved all of the suitcases, but not in any real order" because he didn't know "who the hell is going in what car or even who belong to what suitcase." His companions' reaction was a unanimous eye rolling.
A little pixie of a woman was the next to speak up, suggesting "Introductions?" with a cheeriness to rival even the strangers' female driver.
It was Dr. Cullen who introduced his family, and it was then that they learned his first name, Carlisle. Esmé was the woman with the caramel coloured hair, and his wife, while the friendly sprite was Alice. The human was Isabella (though Bella for short) and the man she was half-asleep on was Edward. Lastly, there was Jasper, a thoughtful-looking fellow. They were also told that there were two Cullens missing, Rosalie and Emmet.
"Are they not coming, then?" The female motorcyclist asked, looking a little concerned.
"No." Carlisle replied, "They are reluctant to go in to hiding, and of all of us, they are probably the safest to stay here."
After a moment of silence, Steven nudged the female driver sharply in the shoulder. She gave him a really confused look before figuring it out.
"Oh, yeah, us…" She laughed a little, embarrassed, "I'm Livicat Wolfsblood, but, Livi is what everyone calls me." She wanted to give just a little wave of greeting, but her informal side met with a problem. As she was so used to being around formalities, it clashed with the more formal act of bowing, and she ended up doing both at once.
"Larka Archaeon." The other woman said shyly, "And my husband, Mogui." The dark haired young man nodded friendlily enough.
With a shrug and a careless grin, the male motorcyclist went last with a simple, "I'm Steve, now let's get a move on and get back on the road!"
Larka shook her head as they turned to go, "You're only saying that because you want to show your driving off in front of our guests." She teased. Steve took it like a pro, grinning from ear to ear.
"If you were as good as me, wouldn't you want to, too?"
((A/N: So, passable? Not passable? There is a reason for the ridiculously unusual names, and they do actually get worse (For which I'll appologize in advance for, as I can't change them). Also, stuff happens, later. Like, y'know, plot stuff, of which there is very little in this chapter. Comment? Critique? Flames will be used for marshmellows!))