Senses
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any related material. I don't own the various company brands I mention. I don't think anyone owns this plot because its cliché but fun to write about. I only own Ally.
I gazed upon my room one last time, trailing my hand over my black headboard; the one Aro had bought for me. He had been quite surprised to discover a vampire that actually slept. A rarity, indeed. I had been his favorite, I could tell. He never made Jane torture me; he never made Alec cut off my senses. Now I was being exiled. Amazing. One little itisy-bitsy public feeding and I was banished from Volterra and sent to this rinky-dink little town called Spoons or whatever. Santiago had told me I was lucky, getting a second chance from Aro. He said Aro must've pulled his authority and kept me alive. I had just rolled my eyes then; after being released from the cellar Marcus had ordered me in, threatening me with Jane if I didn't, saying Aro wouldn't be around to save me. Now I was wondering if Santiago was telling me the truth.
"Ally, time to go." Felix summoned, shaking me out of my thoughts. I picked up my last black embroidered bag, the one with baby blue, antique pink and Bell, from Beauty and the Beast, yellow flowers and felt my body sadden as I flicked off the light off and left the castle like building that I had come to know as home. Jane glared at me on the way out, glancing at Aro every few seconds to see if his decision had changed, but Aro simply shook his head, indicting a no. I gave Heidi a hug before bowing to Aro, Marcus and Caius and letting Aro embrace me for a slight second. I turned to Alec, a small sad smile making its way to my lips as my arms found their way to his neck, winding around it as his arms grasped my waist tightly, squeezing me. Demetri politely cleared his throat and I realized we were taking too long. We pulled away, his arms still around my waist. I put my pale, cool hand to his cheek.
"Never forget me." I whispered, pressing my lips to his for only a moment.
"As long as you never stop thinking about me, my dear Alexandria." He murmured against my lips. His hands suddenly pressed against my stomach and gently pushed me away. I kissed his cheek for a second and turned to his demon spawn sister.
"Jane." I glared
"Alexandria." She hissed back.
I exchanged small kisses on the cheek with Santiago, Demetri and Felix while the driver loaded my bags into the trunk of the car.
"Farewell, everyone, I long to see you again soon." I felt the sorrow well up in my chest and heaved a little sob as I got in the car, wiping my eyes out of habit, then remembering that I had been a vampire for three years and that I didn't cry. I went through all my memories of myself and Alec, trying to feel something to hold on to.
"Miss, are you taking the public airplane or the private jet?" The driver asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I pondered this for a moment. "The private, I wish to change my appearance." I told him softly, stretching out on the generous leather interior, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under my head, and looking up at the ceiling of the car. My hand found my bellybutton and started toying with my belly ring. I pulled the cover away from the mirror and morphed myself so my black mane had turned into luscious red curls that went to my armpits. I made myself taller than my true five foot three and my eyes went round from almond shaped.
-Time skip to when she arrives in Forks-
Carlisle Clouden, or whatever the hell his last name was, stood waiting for me. I recognize him from Aro's pictures. He was taller than I was now, seven inches after five, his skin pale like Aro's and bright blond hair hurting my eyes. They were 'close' friends. Yeah right. His hand shot out in front of me as I walked past him, twirling a curl innocently and gazing around as if I was looking for someone.
"Ally?" He asked looking over his nose at me.
I gave him a confused smile as I gave him a speedy once over. His eyes were gold. Why? "Um, no, sorry." I lied before attempting to continue past him.
"Right, your eyes are red."
"I don't see why this is any of your business, Sir, but I have contacts."
"She's lying, Carlisle." A voice behind me whispered, making me jump. "She has the ability to morph her appearance." He said coolly.I whirled around to see a tall guy, with pale skin just like the rest of us. He had tousled bronze hair and the same shade of butterscotch eyes.
"I'm sorry, but I don't see how you can be so certain." I snapped in a calm tone of my own.
"Ally," Carlisle started, "This is my son Edward. He has the ability to read minds."
Damn. I'd have to be careful around him. Edward chuckled, and grabbed a couple of my bags before I snatched them from his hands and glared at him, picking up the rest of my stuff. He rolled his eyes and led the way to a black Mercedes. I yawned a bit as I loaded my bags into the trunk of the slick black car. Edward held the door to the backseat open for me and I nodded at him once, my mouth forming a nearly inaudible 'thank you'. Clambering into the back, I slipped off my Uggs and brought my sock-clad feet up to the seat, resting my head on the window.
"Carlisle how much time do we have?" I inquired groggily, pressing my forehead against the glass.
"About an hour or so."
"Okay…" I trailed off, already falling asleep on the window, my hand propping up my head. I drifted in and out of the slumber, catching glimmers of their conversation.
"….odd…sleeping vampire…" Carlisle's words flickered out for the most part.
"…..don't….capable….dangerous..." Edward whispered. I finally got to sleep and slept for the next twenty minutes, expecting to see the house when I woke up. Instead, I noticed I was in my pajamas, God I hoped there were girls in this house, under my cozy black comforter and my hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. I examined my room; noticing all the lime green, hot pink and neon blue. I groaned. The only black thing in my room was the set of sheets I brought with me from Italy. At least it went well together. I thrust my arms out in front of me and flopped back onto my pillow for a moment before rolling out of bed and exploring my closet for clothes. Inside it, it was friggin' huge yet not a walk-in, I noticed my clothes shoved into the far left side, behind the door you had to jiggle to get open. The right side contained a bunch of flirty skirts, super skinny jeans and girly tops, the floor coated with at least twenty pairs of flats in assorted colors as well as limited edition Uggs, though I didn't mind those so much, flip-flops and one pair of Converse. I crawled forward, shrinking myself down to five feet and feeling around the back wall until I felt some sort of ledge. I grabbed it and pulled up on it, revealing an empty passage. I carefully crawled inside of it, shrinking myself again to four foot nine and travelled down the length of it, noticing a spiral swirl that gently descended until I came across another panel that rose up and noticed that it led outside the house. Handy. I turned around and continued up the opening to my room. Once back inside, I quickly stripped myself out of my burgundy silk boy shorts and tank top and located my bathrobe. Shoving my arms in the soft blue sleeves, I tied it around myself and went off in search of the bathroom. I found it as a model like blonde left the room, her hair reaching her waist from the water and her steps as graceful as you'd imagine a dove's wings carrying it to a safe haven.
"Oh. Hello." She noticed me a bit late, considering I was standing directly across from her. "You must be Alexandria."
"I prefer Ally, if you don't mind." I made sure to let the venom seep into my voice. She was the Princess of Light, seemingly radiating it, of this family, I could already tell. Her aura pulsed yellow. I was exactly the opposite. The Princess of Dark, I don't care how many pink clothes you gave me, I'd wear black.
"Oh," She said again, her face falling a bit. Oh God. Don't tell me she's upset because she didn't find her mini-me. "I'm Rosalie." Are you kidding me? Even her name says 'Princess'. I rolled my eyes inconspicuously and stuck my hand out.
"Nice to meet you." I smiled politely, though I could tell I wasn't going to be 'besties!' with her. She shook my hand and sauntered down the hall to what I presumed was her room. I shrugged her presence off and stepped into the shower, making the water was on hot by testing it with my tongue. Once I was sure, I scrubbed myself down, ignoring my scars from so long ago and caressing my ankle tattoo with the scrubbie. I then washed my hair, careful to hit the spot on my neck with my other tattoo. As I bathed my thoughts went to who I had met and how many were left and how I hoped that Rosalie wasn't the only other chick in this house. So far the only talented member was Edward so I'd have to keep my thoughts in check around him. I stepped out of the shower and shook out my hair out over the tub, wrapping a towel around it and pulling my bathrobe over my body again before leaving the steam filled bathroom and going back to my room. I passed a big burly guy, with curly brown hair. I glanced at him, scoffed and went on my merry way.
"Nice tattoo." He whispered as I walked by him, raising an eyebrow. My hand instantly flew to my neck, where one of the tattoos resided and I glared at his back long after I reached my room. I knew he knew I was glaring because he chuckled, turned around and met my gaze. I sniffed, turned on my heal and slammed the door. I looked over the décor again and noticed I had a new little Netbook and my cell phone was charging. Someone had put a case over it; black with neon purple wave patterns on it. I didn't know who thought of that, but I'd have to thank them. I pressed play on the stocked iTunes filled with the generic stuff, Fall Put Boy, Panic at the Disco, Green Day, and the works. I hit shuffle and felt a smile light up my face when Red Jumpsuit Apparatus came on with Face Down. I loved this song and I immediately started doing all the weird dance moves as I made my way to the closet and picked out the most gothic outfit* I could find. Donning it, I morphed my hair from curly red to super straight deep black, made my eyes an intensely almond shape and rimmed them in black charcoal liner, covering my lids in smoky gray. I didn't want them to be attracted to me. I wanted them to fear me.
"Ally" Rosalie poked her head in, "Carlisle wants you down st-whoa." She cut off, her eyes widening at my image. One down.
"Thanks." I returned in a clipped voice before pushing past her and heading down the stairs to the living room. The people looked up at my entrance and majority did a double take.
"Hello Ally." Carlisle greeted, getting up to stand beside me. "Sleep well?"
"Fantastically." I responded in a monotone voice.
Carlisle grimaced but managed to regain his smile in a few seconds. Not bad. I heard a chuckle come from behind me. I spun around to see Edward enter the house with this girl. This obviously human girl, I wasn't even hungry and her scent appealed to me like no other. My mind shifted into hunting mode and started forming a plan on how to get her. Edward stepped in front of her, like that would deter me. Someone cleared their throat and I felt a hand on my shoulder. Carlisle turned me facing away from her.
"Ally, that's Edward's girlfriend Bella." His words were filled with thick implications; they translated to 'She's not to be harmed and if she is, we're protecting her, not helping you."
Bella gave me a cautious smile. "Hi."
I smiled back but didn't say anything. I could feel Edward's gaze digging into my back but I wasn't about to apologize. I didn't apologize.
Carlisle captured my attention and went around the room. "The little one over there is Alice; the one next to here is her husband Jasper." He pointed to a pixie like girl that was giving me a terrified look and holding hands with a stiff blond boy. He doesn't seem frightened but Alice does. I thought.
"Don't flatter yourself." Edward spoke in an amused tone. "Alice isn't horrified by you. She horrified by your clothes."
I rolled my eyes. She must've stocked my room. Lovely.
"My wife Esme." Esme stepped forward to give me a slight hug. I liked her already. She's the only person whose first impression didn't piss me off besides Jasper and Carlisle.
"Next we have Rosalie and Emmett." He pointed to the blonde Rosalie I'd met before who was clutching the muscular arm of the brawny guy that had commented on my tattoo.
"Got anymore?" He gave me up rather quickly. I hadn't wanted these people to know.
"Anymore what?" Jasper asked.
I felt my defenses go up. "Nothing." I shot back to Emmett, my eyes blazing.
"Jasper..." Carlisle implied and suddenly I felt myself become calmer and more willing to play nice. I whirled on Jasper.
"What did you do?" I snapped, ignoring the calm. My insides were boiling and I knew my anger issues were two words away from punching someone in the face.
"Alexandria." Carlisle's tone seeped warning. "Jasper is special, just like you and the rest of your Volturi family." He started, inspecting my face. I waited for him to go on. "Jasper has the ability to control the emotions of those around him."
"Anyone else?" I asked with a bored edge to my voice.
Carlisle sighed. I knew he was struggling with me. I wasn't about to make this easy for them. I'd give them two weeks before I was back on a plane to Italy.
"Don't be so sure." Edward murmured.
"Well, Edward has the ability to read minds, as I'm sure you've remembered by now and Alice has the ability to see the future." He told me before addressing the room. "And Ally has the ability to morph her appearance at will."
I sighed and felt a tug on my hand. It was Alice, leading me upstairs to my room. I didn't want to go but I don't think I had a choice. On the way out of the room, though, I took a whiff of Bella for the road, savoring the scent.
Author's Note: I'm writing a Twilight fic. Oh my God. I blame it on Eclipse. Damn it. I'm officially putting Cassiopeia Malfoy on hiatus, like it wasn't already. I just have to watch and read everything again because I'm in Twilight, Glee, Degrassi and Percy Jackson mode too. Please review. It'll inspire me to write faster. Any comments, questions, concerns? Leave them in my review box please. Also, you'll notice in the paragraph where she is getting dressed, there's an asterisk next to the word 'outfit' and I don't wanna be one of the authors that post a bunch of links regarding every outfit, but I wanted you to see how far she was going into goth/vampire clichés just to scare them. Anyway, as I type this it's nearly four am. Good norning.
-Julie