So, this is my first fanfic EVER! o.0 and I really hope it turns out well. First, I do not own any of the Twilight books, and I am not trying to hate or anything on Twihards. Sorry if you find something disagreeable. I am just writing this for practice! Please read and don't give up on me yet!
The rain drifts through the sky. I sigh against the cold, damp window. Everything in Forks is damp. Damp, damp, and damper! Will the sun ever grace this town? I turn away from the window in frustration.
"Val!" I ignore the deep, male voice coming from the other room. "Valerie! Hurry up and get your lazy butt out of your room!" I roll my eyes.
"God, Trevor! I'm coming!" I yell through the door. Grabbing my backpack off of my bed, I race out of my room, nearly tripping over my untied black, sneakers. Cursing internally, I grab a poptart from the kitchen and follow Trevor out the door.
I glare back at the small, newly bought house. Trevor, my younger brother, and I had just moved in a week ago. We had lived in Washington D.C. for most of our lives, but last year our parents died. Things had gone from bad to worse. None of our family wanted us, so I took our parents' savings and moved the hell away from all of them. Now I take care of bills and Trevor looks after the house and truck. We take care of each other.
I glance at my brother. His brown hair flops casually in front of his face. He's seventeen, but still my baby brother. I always worry about him. Sadness and pain haunt his eyes. I haven't seen him smile happily since our parents died. Shaking my head at the painful memories, I get in my truck. It's blue paint is chipping and the seats have seen better days, put it was the cheapest car in the lot. Trevor gets in beside me and throws his backpack in the back. I start the car and pull away from the driveway.
We drive along the road and soon I spot the top of a broad building. Trevor sits up eagerly in his seat. I smile; at least he's excited to start a new life. I pull into the parking lot. I watch as streams of chatting and laughing students make their way toward the front doors of the school.
"Hurry up Val, school time!" Trevor jumps out of the car, laughing.
"Since when are you excited for school?" I ask grumpily.
"Whatever sis," he replies, giving me a gentle shove. I slap him in the shoulder and start walking. The rain has subsided slightly and Trevor and I continue to banter back and forth until we reach the front desk. We each get our schedules and go our separate ways. I have chemistry first. Great. The subject I'm worst at is the one I have to take early in the morning. I stifle a yawn and find the classroom.
A few people are in their seats and I hurriedly take a seat in the very back of the room. The teacher is late on the very first day of school. Figures, I think and shake my head in annoyance. Murmurs disturb my thoughts.
"I heard she had plastic surgery!" Whispers one girl.
"No! It was an internal skin procedure, I swear it!" Exclaims another. The first girl shakes her head. "Whatever it is, she looks exactly like them! Weird." I sit back in my seat. Who are they talking about? Oh well, I have no time to think about frivolous rumors. The room falls silent. I look up.
Three gorgeous people walk quietly through the door. The first is a brunette; she keeps her head low and is holding the second person's hand. The guy, holding the brunette's hand, has copper colored hair. The third is a small, dainty girl. She bounces happily beside the first two. Suddenly, the small one freezes. Her eyes glaze over and for a moment the three of them become rigid. The delicate one looks straight at me, but quickly turns away and takes a seat across from her companions. Weird. I make a mental note about their strange, porcelain-like skin, and unrealistic beauty, but then file it away for another time. The teacher has finally come in, complaining about the weather. I sigh and settle back for a long day.
Lunch finally arrives and I grab a slice of pizza and a bottle of water. Trevor comes over to sit with me. He munches on a bag of chips while recounting his first day adventures. I listen and smile when he says that he's made friends. Good. I want him to feel at home; even if I never will.
"Anyway, this guy, Wess was talking about this really weird family called the Cullens. They're like all related but their dating or some crazy-ass thing like that," Trevor goes on.
"Really? That's interesting," I mumble.
"Yeah, and so apparently they own an elephant and work for the circus. In fact, I'm going to join them. I heard their mom is really hot too. I'm sure she's really interesting," he looks at me expectantly. I nod.
"Yea. That is interesting… wait, what? Trevor!" I glare at him and throw my water bottle at his face. He laughs.
"Just making sure you were listening," he gives me an angelic smile and continues telling me everything about his day.
I feel a breeze and look up to the cafeteria door. Four beautiful people enter the room. The first three were the three people I saw in chemistry. The third has curly blonde hair and a breathtaking face. At first he doesn't notice me, but then he looks up. His eyes go from an awed look to a harsh, dark expression. My chest flutters and a sudden urge to go to him comes over me. His companions quickly grab him and exit the cafeteria. My stomach twists uneasily. Who was that? Trevor keeps talking. He didn't notice that strange group of people. I shrug off the weird feeling that looking at that guy gave me, and turn back to Trevor.
School was painful. I was glad it was over. Being eighteen and in my final year of high school was boring and a waste of time. I have to focus on getting money to support Trevor and I. I drop Trevor off at our house and drive deeper into the center of the tiny town of Forks. My new job is working at a restaurant called Le Chandrale. I change into the waitress uniform and begin my shift. I glance at the menu. The chef's special is boiled catfish with mustard-dipped sea prawns. Yummy. I nearly gag and set the menu down. I hate seafood.
The night goes by quickly, even though I almost slap one guy for being rude. His date, a skinny, red-headed woman, giggles constantly and orders me around like I'm some sort of personal maid. I take my good old time when I serve them their dessert. Finally, the day is over. I can go home and relax. I don't even want to think about doing my homework. It's not important anyway. Teachers are such liars, I think with a scoff.
I change back into my jeans and shirt and head out to my car. The rain has begun again and I curse at the stupid sky. I get to my car and put the key in the ignition. It won't start. You have got to be kidding me. This is such a classic thing to happen. And when it's raining. Perfect. The universe has a great sense of humor. I growl angrily and get out of the car. I run along the road. The busy sidewalk eventually turns into a dirt path, winding along the paved road. The rain increases, soaking me from head to toe. No cars pass and I keep going, knowing I'll get home eventually.
I see the street I have to turn onto and I glance out into the road. No cars. I take a step. Still no cars. I start to run. But- oh shit. A car. The headlights glare down at me. It's not a car, it's a freaking truck. I'm too slow. Time moves sluggishly. Too bad I didn't do track like my mom wanted me too, I think grimly. Then I'm hit. A horn beeps angrily at me, but the truck doesn't stop. It fades into the night.
Fuzzy. Warm. Panting? What is that? The truck didn't hit me after all. Something is pinning me to the ground. Something that is alive, very, very alive. I open my eyes. The thing on top of me gets up. I gasp. Holy crap it's not a thing. It's a gigantic monstrous thing. I stare into the brown eyes that look down at me. I gulp, waiting for the animal to claw my face off. The animal just looks at me with almost human eyes. The eyes widen and suddenly soften. The wolf growls and I flinch. I summon my courage and decide to go with the 'when-in-doubt-start-rambling' tactic that I know so well.
"You… you are not a truck," I manage to say it critically. Yet my trembling gives me away. The animal bears its teeth again. Oh god, I'm going to die. Sharp, quite sharp, fangs are revealed. The creature isn't doing a very good job of eating my face off. So I say, "Well, it's been lovely chatting with you, but it's a school night. So, have fun with your fangs and all, but I should be going." I make an attempt to get up. The creature stands up as well. The eyes look at me gently.
It's a wolf? More like a horse for god's sake! The wolf, shaggy and kind of silver-gray-ish, looks behind it and then turns back to me. I hear heavy breathing and quick steps come toward us. The wolf looks at me with almost mournful eyes. For some reason a sense of security washes over me. No, no! It is a dangerous animal. I need to get away. The wolf looks away, looks at me, and races away. My mind tries to wrap around the idea that the giant wolf just saved my life, but I'm interrupted by the three handsome, shirtless guys that run up to me. They are tan and tall. Each has a tattoo and wears worn shorts without shoes.
"Are you okay miss?" Asks the first. He has black hair and appears to be leading the two other guys. I nod numbly.
"Who are you? Why are you out here so late at night?" Asks another.
"M-My car broke down, I'm sorry, I was just trying to walk home," I stammer at them. They look at me skeptically.
"Hey, its okay, what did you see just now?" Asks the third in a kindlier voice. I swallow and realize that I'm shaking.
"A w-wolf. It was huge! I-I…" my reply trails off and I blink back tears. I guess I was more scared than I thought.
The black haired guy steps toward me, but I start backing away. I don't know these guys. They look kind of dangerous. They stop, probably seeing the fear in my eyes. I turn and begin to run. Luckily I don't hear anyone or thing pursuing me, so I keep running. I'm panting heavily by the time I get home. Trevor tries to comfort my trembling but to no avail. I end up going to bed at eleven without bothering to explain to Trevor what happened. But I can't sleep. Noises outside continue to startle me. I rock back and forth on my bed, telling myself that it's nothing.
With the Cullens, Bella
Alice had seen it, and I felt bad for her. Jasper was going crazy with confusion and everyone else was just as confused. We had all thought that Alice and Jasper were meant for each other. But as soon as Alice saw that girl, the human, she knew things were going to change. Carlisle and Esme were especially worried. I sigh.
"Edward. What does this mean?" Jasper, hands covering his face, mutters unhappily. Edward shakes his head.
"I'm not sure. Just tells us again what happened when you saw her," Edward replies.
"I-It was like everything just melted away, and then… for some reason, I was furious and I needed to kill that boy next to her," Jasper sounds like he's being tormented. I sigh again and remember that Alice, Jacob, and Reneesme went out, trying to get Alice to talk about what she saw.
Suddenly, Edward's head jerks up. His eyes narrow.
"Jasper, don't," he warns. Jasper shoots us an apologetic look and disappears. Only, he doesn't. My brain moves fast enough that I see him get up and run out the door. Edward and I look at each other, and race after him.
We run for a little while, making sure to stay a few yards behind Jasper. Finally, we get to a house. I'm surprised to find that it's really close to the woods of La Push. My senses sharpen when I smell them. The wolves. Jasper stops and Edward and I stop too. Standing below a side room window, I recognize Paul. He's the hotheaded wolf that runs in Sam's pack. Jasper growls. Paul whips around and snarls at us.
"What are you doing here, dog?" Jasper demands.
"I could ask you the same question, leeches," Paul hisses angrily. Edward, being the peacemaker, steps between them.
"Okay, please, just calm down. Paul, just tell us why you're here," Edward asks. Paul looks like he's about to turn when he straightens up and replies, "I'm checking up on a girl." He looks at Jasper. He rolls his eyes but complies by admitting, "I'm checking on her as well." Paul growls and crouches low again.
"Wait. Why are you looking for her? Who is this girl?" Edward questions calmly. But we all tense, waiting for the oncoming fight.
"I don't, I-I just needed to see her," Paul mutters, his eyes hardening. Edward stares and suddenly steps back, pulling Jasper with him.
"What?" Jasper asks impatiently. He's already leaning toward the upper window. I can smell the girl. She smells like a meadow. It's not really something I can place, almost a flowery, fruity smell. But mostly, she smells human. I fight against the temptation to get drawn in by the smell of her blood. I tune back into the conversation.
"You've imprinted. Haven't you?" Edward states, holding Jasper back. Paul gives a slight nod. Jasper explodes. He tears out of Edwards grasp and charges at Paul. Paul leaps back and snarls angrily. A shudder tears through his body. Suddenly, a window bursts open. This makes both of them stop. Edward, halfway to Jasper, stops too. A girl leans out the window. She has long, dark hair, and I smell her scent. My mouth waters, but I hold myself back, knowing I'll just make things work if I give in to my bloodlust. Jasper and Paul gaze up at her as if she were an angel from heaven. I watch as a tear falls from her face and lands inches away from Jasper. His eyes turn darker and he swallows, trying to resist attacking her. Paul, still in his human form, opens his mouth as if to growl at Jasper, but stays silent.
The girl looks around, but seeing nothing, she closes the window. Edward and I take advantage of the moment and grab Jasper's arms. We pull him quickly away and leave Paul gazing longingly at the closed window.
First chapter completed! Well, whaddya think? Please leave me critics and comments. Both are welcome and I will do my best to publish the next chapters!
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