Disclaimer: The keyword is fanfic. I swear I am not Stephenie Meyer writing a fanfic on here instead of working on the series; so therefore, the rights do not belong to me. Though the new characters at the end belong to me (their names will be mentioned in the next chapter) Oh, and I mentioned the restaurant Subway in this story; I needed a place for her to eat (well, actually, I didn't, just I wanted to have her eating). It's kind of obvious, but I do not own that place either, though I do love their subs.
A/N: Mkay, I know I have another story. And I know that if I give up on it some of you will somehow track me down and beat me to death. So I won't give up, I swear! This has just been in my mind foreverrrrrr and I want to start posting it.
So yeah, this is like, middle of New Moon-ish. Basically, Bella never finds the motorcycles, so she never goes to see Jacob. This is kind of what I think would happen. (It sounds stupid… but it should be good) Oh, and yes, Edward will be back in my story at some point, so don't be like "OHMIGOSH, Edward isn't in the story in the beginning?! I can't read this!" Because there's no way I can write a Twilight fanfic without Edward in it. Wow, I just noticed how long that author's note was.
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Chapter 1
(A/N: This first part, in italics, is from New Moon, Page 126. The non-italics is the start of my story)
I'd parked in the middle of the north lane of Russell Avenue. I was standing in front of the Cheneys' house -- my truck was blocking their driveway -- and across the road lived the Markses. I knew I needed to move my truck, and that I ought to go home. It was wrong to wander the way I had, distracted and impaired, a menace on the roads of Forks. Besides, someone would notice me soon enough, and report me to Charlie. I took a deep breath, and climbed back in my truck. I drove home deep in thought, wondering how I could break my promise to be safe. By the time I reached home and walked inside, I had thought of a few options.
Option one: Throw myself in front of a moving vehicle. That option was quickly thrown out. The idea was to be reckless, not hurt Charlie by killing myself, though death would most likely be welcome by this point. I was surprised at myself for thinking of this; I wasn't usually a suicidal person.
Option two: 'Accidentally' fall out my window. I smirked at that, remembering the fake story that Charlie believed when I had been hunted by James, but the smirk faded quickly, replaced by pain. Oops. I forced myself to think of something else, but this brought me to my third option.
This was such a stupid thing to even consider. It was insane, and it would hurt to think about it. But there was still a chance. Alice had seen me as one of them. It has to come true, even if they're long gone. If I could somehow find another coven, this would be much better than breaking my stupid promise. I would have a different family, a family that would change me, giving me what the Cullens never would have.
I sighed; what was the point of thinking about this? It was possible, that much was true. But anything is possible. The thing that matters is if something is probable.
I glanced at the clock, and realized Charlie would be home soon. I grabbed some leftover chicken and thrust some in the microwave. My thoughts stupidly wandered back to my third option. What would my life be like with another coven? And more importantly, how would I manage to find one? I could always go up to Denali. No, that wouldn't work. Tanya's family would know I knew the Cullens, and they wouldn't want to change me if they hadn't already. I didn't really know where to find vampires; besides, the Cullens and Tanya's coven were supposedly the only vampires that hunted animals. I wouldn't be so desperate to be a normal vampire. A shiver went through my body at the thought.
Charlie was home soon, and dinner was silent as usual. His eyes never left my face the entire meal, and I avoided his gaze, pretending I didn't notice his staring. He finally spoke when I was cleaning my plate.
"Any plans for the weekend?" I wondered what he was getting at; he knew better than to think I'd go out.
"Nope," I answered hoarsely. I always sounded like I hadn't spoken in years these days. It annoyed me to no end. I managed to escape to the bathroom soon after that, and took an impossibly long shower. It took me five minutes to realize that my hot water had finally run out, and I got out, shivering. I gratefully climbed into bed, and hugged my legs up to my chest for warmth. I sighed, and waited to fall unconscious.
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I awoke suddenly from the light pouring through my window. I groaned when I realized that the sun woke me up hours before I would have liked. Weekends were the worst; I had nothing to occupy my mind. I sighed and got dressed, figuring I could drive down to Seattle or something. Charlie had already left, fishing no doubt, so I left a note and went out in my truck.
I was a little excited to get out of town; if anyone needed this, it was me. But I was not happy with the drive down there. It was definitely one of the longest periods of uninterrupted time I've had in awhile, just me and my thoughts. Never a good thing with me.
But somehow, I managed to get to my destination. I parked my truck outside a bookstore; I needed something to do at home, besides homework, and I had reread each of my books in my collection about three times in the last few months. It was a rather large selection, so I managed to keep my mind focused on what I was picking out. I quickly skipped over the fantasy section; there were sure to be many vampire books there, not something that I wanted to think about.
I lost track of time. I think I was in the store for an hour and a half. I finally emerged, carrying ten books to my truck. I set them on the passenger seat and started the ignition. Before I pulled out of the parking lot, I looked around, seeing if I could visit another store; who knew how long it would be until I was down here again -- my truck barely made it on a full tank of gas.
Nothing caught my eye, but I decided to eat something before driving home, just to occupy more time. I parked in the first parking lot I saw -- Subway's -- and went in.
It sounds a bit stupid; I get out of town finally, and I pick a fast food restaurant. But I wasn't a big sit-down restaurant person -- it's one thing if you're with someone, but alone…
I ordered a sub, not actually paying attention to what I got. I sat down and ate slowly. There were only two other tables that had people occupying them; one with a short, stocky, blonde woman who ate alone, probably Charlie's age, and another table with a couple who looked about twenty-two. Outside the window I saw a group of people, all my age, walking across the street gracefully, headed towards an expensive-looking designer store.
It felt like I had seen this before. They were all laughing together -- a loud, carefree laughter -- and the sound was so beautiful. They were all pale, unnaturally pale. They were so pretty, with faces like angels. There were three boys and four girls. The boys' hair colors were a wide range; they were all tall and slim, one with untidy, dark brown hair with just a hint of natural blond highlights, one with black hair, also stylishly untidy, with a small amount of dark blue, barely visible, streaks, and another with golden blond hair halfway down his neck. The girls' hair colors were also very different, in length and color. The girl with black, unnaturally straight hair wore it down, just like the others, but it was the longest of all theirs, spilling over her shoulders and ending halfway down her back, curling slightly at the ends. One of the girls had a mix of brown, blond, and red hair, resulting in a very pretty brown hair, with bronze tints -- and I refused to think whose hair it reminded me of -- and it was about shoulder length. The girl she walked by had very short hair, barely passing her ears, and it was a beautiful light brown color. The last girl had blonde hair that was nearly as long as the black haired girls', but not quite.
All of the kids had very light eyes, something I could easily see from a distance. It looked like a strange yellow color. There was no way they wore contacts; there was not anything manmade that could be that beautiful of a color. Their eyes reminded me of something, but I couldn't be sure of what… Oh, right, it reminded me of the first time I saw the Cullens, all of them being so different but so the same.
And then realization hit me like a lightning bolt, and it took all my strength to not shoot out of my chair, run out the door, and across the street to tackle all of them happily.
Sometimes, kismet happens.
I had found another coven.
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A/N: Okay, I am going to try VERY hard to find pictures to represent all the characters. Again, I'm not giving up on Blasphemy, this just seemed like a good idea. Maybe not, review and tell me if I should continue this one.
This was from New Moon, when she actually does find the motorcycles, wanted to put that in there. It's also where I got the title from.
-Ayode-