Wyld Child
Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters are owned by SM. I'm just playing around with them.
AN: The Muses have been slapping me around until I started this story. Expect new chapters for some of my other stories throughout the coming week. For everyone that put Sun and Moon on their story alerts, I'm thinking about rewriting it. I think I can make it better and do a little more build up on the Bella/Kate relationship.
Ch. 1: The Girl with the Lavender Eyes
EsPOV
I sat in the family room of our large Victorian style home and basked in the tranquility of silence. Carlisle was on duty at the hospital and the kids were wallowing in the drudgery of high school. Sun was a rare commodity in Forks, Washington and the past three days of sunshine was an even more uncommon occurrence. My family and I needed to stay away from prying eyes during such bright days lest the unknowing townsfolk saw us sparkle. Then they would ask the questions that would lead them to a hidden truth; that vampires and the supernatural are real.
Other than the sparkling, my family differed from the vast majority of vampires in that we only drank animal blood. It was my husband that came up with the diet when he was still very young in his immortal existence. By abstaining from what the others of our kind referred to as our natural food source, we became more civilized and retained the ability to form true, loving, relationships. It also allowed Carlisle to control the monster to the point that he was able to become a doctor and help people as he always wanted.
Normally we hunted every two weeks but after the first two days of the two of us being cooped up with our four perpetually teenaged "children," my loving husband decided that we should indulge ourselves with some extra hunting. I loved my adopted children and the chaos that followed them with all my heart but at times they were an ever present reminder of the child that was taken from me. On certain days, like mother's day or my human birthday (today), it was almost too much to bare. The snap of wings and a quick flash of movement snapped me out of that line of thought.
I picked myself up off the couch then went out back through the sliding glass door. I paused long enough to pick up a couple of hand tool before I headed to the garden to do some much needed weeding. The simple task helped improve my mood but hadn't stopped all of my worrying, which was just part of being a mother. Of my children, I was concerned most with Emmett and Alice. Jasper and Rosalie were happily mated; the old soldier's empathy had done much to heal the emotional scars she had left over from the incident surrounding her change.
My behemoth of a son and pixie like daughter had yet to find their mates and it upset me. Part of the reason for that was that they had only recently come out of the closet. As long as they were happy, I didn't care if their mates were the same sex or not; the rest of the family felt the same. The other part of the problem is that we hardly interact with other vampires so the pool of potential mates is limited to the local humans. Even for the heterosexual students of Forks High, the pickings were slim.
The wind shifted directions and brought with it the smell of magic, lonely places, freesias, lavender and death. Change was coming and it was coming soon. A jolt of happiness went through me and I finished the weeding at vampire speed then headed back inside. While I waited for the others to get home, I chose to redecorate the downstairs guest room.
"The hunter comes," a tiny velvet voice whispered so softly that I almost hadn't heard it as I closed the sliding glass door.
APOV
I sat in Home Room bored out of my skull. As a vampire, school was tedious and I spent seven hours a day bored out of my skull as teachers taught the same crap almost every year. Outside of lunch with my siblings and going home, the only things I looked forward to were Drama and Stagecraft which were my last two classes of the day. This year, the school was putting on two plays so both classes were going to be pretty busy.
The bell rang at precisely 8 a.m. and I bolted out the door then made my way to my first period, AP English class. I'd always thought of spending fifteen minutes before school officially started in Home Room was bunch of crap. The only things that happened were attendance was taken and announcements were read. Hell, after Home Room, the rest of the day could be skipped as long as you turned in all your assignments.
Rose and I were the first ones to arrive in class and we made our way to our seats in the back of the class. Except for second and third periods where our classes were reversed, the two of us had the rest of our classes together. This year the two of us posed as juniors and the boys as seniors. Every time we moved we flipped which pair was oldest. My sister was about to say something to me when I was pulled into a vision.
*VISION*
Warm, silky, hands slide their way across my naked skin and leave fiery trails in their wake. They reach my breasts then alternate between massaging them and tweaking my nipples as satin lips kiss up my right inner thigh. My center drips and spasms in anticipation when they get closer. I let out a whimper when only hot breath dances over my wetness then the lips taunt me while they kiss down my left inner thigh.
The lips pull away again but the hot breath blows on my aching sex. I buck my hips as I plead for relief. My begging is rewarded as a wet tongue drags from the bottom of my slit to the top. It worked its way between my folds and the tip teased the edges of my entrance. After it is thrust inside for a brief moment, it laps at my clit. I hiss with pleasure when lips wrap around my sensitive bundle of nerves and then suck on it as the tongue lashes it mercilessly.
One of the hands leaves my breast then two fingers are thrust into my sex. The steady rhythm of the thrusting fingers and the carnal assault on my clit shove me over the edge. I screamed as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. There is movement, full breast with hard nipples are pressed into my back and I felt my tail bone rub against another woman's clit. Soon her hips were grinding into my tail bone until her own climax explodes. A hand wiggled its way between my ass and her sex then pulls away. I watched as a delicate finger coated with her cum gathered some of my juices as well. It moved up to my mouth and offered a taste of our mixed nectar.
*END VISION*
Pain brought me back to reality because I'd bitten down hard on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. If I'd been a human then I'd have blushed in embarrassment when I scented not just my arousal, but my orgasm as well, in the air. Rosalie watched me with an expression that was a combination of concern and amusement. Thankfully, none of the other students had been in the room to witness my equivalent of a wet dream. I explained what happened to her at a speed and volume humans weren't able to hear.
"Strange that you never saw her face, but at least you were shown that you have a mate in your future," Rose commented thoughtfully. I knew she, like our mother, worried about me not finding a mate.
"True, but you know I how much I hate surprises. I just wish I'd seen what my mystery woman looked like. The only thing I remember was a brief flash of her eyes as she was…you know," I replied softly.
The others students and the teacher found their way into the room and class was about to start when a girl I'd never seen before walked in. She waited to be acknowledged by the teacher, a new student slip held out in her hand. Mrs. Meyer finally noticed the girl and smiled as she took the slip from the younger woman. A frown creased the teacher's face as she wrote signed the slip.
"Mrs. Cope hasn't filled out this slip completely, Miss...," she said in a business like manner but trailed off at the end. The human students had all leaned forward to hear the reply and God help me, so had I.
"Bella, just Bella, no other name; sort of like Fergie, Madonna or Prince. I grew up in a community that believed the old superstition that names hold power. If you knew someone's true name then you had the ability to cause them great harm. Not even my lovers have ever known my full name," Bella purred in answer with one eyebrow arched and a seductive smile.
The teacher, obviously flustered, stared at the girl in shocked silence. In fact, most of the students of both sexes seemed enthralled by her. My sister shook with contained laughter as she watched the little melodrama unfold. I used the opportunity to examine the vixen at the front of the room.
She had brown hair that was pulled back into a French braid that hung to her mid-shoulders, alabaster skin with just the hint of a rosy glow, perfect bow lips and a heart shaped face with delicate bone structure, not to mention a body that had all the aright curves. Something about her appearance was hauntingly familiar. Her shapely legs were encased in tight black skinny jeans, and she wore a white dress shirt, black vest, loose necktie and black leather peep-toe ankle boots. Her lips, nails, toenails and tie were colored a dark crimson. She had on smoky eye shadow but her eyes were hidden behind a pair of Ray Bans.
Mrs. Meyer recovered and told Bella she wasn't allowed to wear sunglasses in school. In response, she produced a doctor's note that said she had an extremely rare form of albinism that left her so light sensitive she needed to wear dark glasses at all times. The teacher acquiesced and told her to take the empty seat behind me.
For the flash of an instant she flickered and it almost looked like another image was superimposed over her; like a double exposure on a photograph. Bella glided down the aisle to her spot with an unearthly grace but from her scent, I knew she wasn't a vampire. Then again, I also knew she wasn't totally human either. I almost hadn't noticed that her heals were barely audible she walked.
Her gaze locked on mine as she neared the back of the room and she lowered her shades just enough that I say lavender eyes before they were pushed back in place. I drew in an unnecessary breath that hitched; those were the same color eyes that the mystery woman in my vision had. Rose's hand flashed out and brushed against the other girl's for a second when she passed. There was a part of me that wanted to growl at her in a possessive rage but another part recognized the gesture as having been one of reassurance and comfort.
"What are you," I asked too low for human hearing as she sat down in the chair behind me.
"A hunter," she replied cryptically.
"And I believe that I've caught the scent of a most dangerous vixen, Mary…Alice…Brandon…Cullen," Bella purred in a rich, chocolaty voice. She had leaned forward in her chair and alternated between both my ears as she said my name that sent a shiver down my spine.
I had come out of my change alone, naked and huddled in a dark cell in a burned down insane asylum without any memories of my human life or any clue as to what I was, a safety deposit box key around my neck. The first thing that happened when my eyes had snapped opened was being pulled into a series of three visions. The first was of the Cullen's and their vegetarian vampire lifestyle. The next was of finding Jasper in a diner in Philadelphia and the last was of the two of us joining our future family.
The door to my cell wasn't strong enough to withstand a vampire's strength, especially a Newborn's. I rummaged through the charred remains of the building until I found some oversized clothes to wear. Like all young vampires, instinct ruled my existence for that first year as I hunted the forests around the ruin that I called home. I wished I could've been like Rose and brag about how I've never tasted human blood. Unfortunately, in those early days, and up until the time I found my family, I drank from the people foolish enough to stray too close to my haven as well as animals.
When I was able the think above a primal level, I snuck into town in the middle of the night then stole some better fitting clothes. Something tugged at my awareness and drew me to the bank but then I remembered the key. Criminal activity was something that came easily to vampires; most of my kind used it as a means of supporting their nomadic existence. With my enhanced hearing I was able to crack the safe easily because I heard the second each tumbler fell into place. I found the right box then stuffed the folder, letter and cash it contained into a bag then fled town.
The visions of finding Jazz and joining the Cullen's had given the impression that they weren't going to happen for several decades, and so I lived a rather varied existence as a gypsy. But having no human memories had made me awkward and shy throughout my second life, despite being hyper, whenever I wasn't playing a roll. I think that's what made me such a drama geek; it allowed me to let others see a small fraction of how I was around my family.
People were often drawn to the inhuman beauty of my siblings and me but they had never actually taken it past the point of ogling. That left me unprepared as to how to react to Bella's blatantly seductive overture. I sat rigidly, my mind in such a haze that I wasn't able to understand why my non-existent heartbeat fluttered or my sex throbbed with need. I wasn't able to snap out of it until the bell rang and I realized that I'd zoned out for the whole class. Rosalie snickered at my reaction to the new girl and pulled me out of class.
The rest of the day passed in a similar haze until fifth and sixth periods. Bella shared all of my classes except third period but not even her presence was able to befuddle me during these last two hours. I was in my element and I used it to clear my head then allowed normal hyper self bleed through at the prospect of the two new productions. Angela Webber was bouncing almost as much as I was as she took her accustomed seat next to me.
The brown eyed, brunette human was normally just as shy and awkward around others as I was. The two of us had bonded over our passion for all things drama related and became friends. She was the only true friend that I'd ever made outside of my family. Whenever she wasn't out with her boyfriend, Ben (thanks to my matchmaking skills), the minister's daughter and I had sleepovers that were mini film festivals.
"Hey Ali, have you heard which plays we're doing yet," Angela said by way of greeting when she sat down.
"Hi, Ange; nope, Ms. Turov hasn't come in yet. I guess we'll just have to wait until class starts," I responded casually then noticed Bella in the back of the class. Rose came in just before the bell and dropped into the empty seat on her right.
Once class had started, Ms. Turov told us that the plays we were going to work on for the year were A Midsummer's Night Dream and Camelot. I heard Bella grumble and Rose snicker when the first play was announced and I wanted to find out why. Before I was able to confront my sister, I was drawn into a heated debate about the second play. I was upset that I lost the point and it was changed to Spamalot. With a sigh, I realized that it would be next to impossible most of these children to handle Shakespeare, let alone Camelot so Monty Python was a better choice.
The bell rang and there were a few questions that I wanted my sister to answer. The most important of which was how she might know Bella. I said goodbye to Angela then Rose placed her hand on the small of my back and guided me her car. Jasper and Emmett were already there waiting for us.
"It's Mom's birthday so we're going shopping," my sister told us and the questions I wanted to ask were forgotten as one of my others passions had taken hold of me.
The shopping trip was anticlimactic, to say the least. Rosalie and Jasper ran herd and prevented my usual retail frenzy when we reached the mall. Emmett laughed while I whined about how unfair they were being. After two hours, we each had a personal gift for Esme in addition to one from all of us. My sister was unusually contemplative during the drive home and it reminded me of the questions that I'd wanted to ask her earlier.
"R-rose, have you met the new girl before," I asked the most pressing question shyly.
The boys and I watched as she attempted to answer but choked every time. With a disgusted scowl, she turned and glared out the window as she ignored us. She composed her self just as the BMW came to a halt in the garage then stalked into the house. I stared at my brothers with a questioning glance before we all followed and caught up with her in the kitchen. Rose silently directed us to leave the presents on the dining room table.
We found Carlisle and Esme in the living room dressed as if they were going to the theatre. They gazed lovingly into each other's eyes and hadn't acknowledged our presence. Emmett cleared his throat just as there was a knock at the door. Jasper was about to go answer it when Rose placed a hand on his shoulder in restraint. It opened and Bella glided into the room sheathed in an elegant dress.
"BELLA," Esme squealed as she flashed over to the younger woman and hugged her.
"Happy Birthday, Mom," the brunette stranger responded while she returned the hug. My father, brothers and I gaped in shock. Rosalie on the other hand visibly relaxed and a heartfelt smile spread across her lips.
"Cutting it close, baby sister," she mock chided Bella and the other girl gave responded by sticking out her tongue.