Forks, Washington. What a calm, interesting, little town. So many unsuspecting mortals here to screw around with. So many places for someone of my ilk to reside without worry of being recognized or discovered.
Being a mortal, probably and hopefully having the privilege of never meeting me before, I am Isabella Swan, Bella as I am commonly known among all the towns' folk I've come to meet. However, in the society of Taurus, where only extremely powerful, outrageous, rebellious, and mystical women rule all forest lands; I am known as Weeping Willow. This is a frequent name found among my kind, for it's the usual shape that most of us take on. You may have already guessed this; however, for those of you that are a bit slower than the average human, Weeping Willows are shape shifters and I am their leader. We have the ability to change from ordinary, everyday humans into large trees that have been bestowed upon us. The stage in between these two forms is our most beautiful and deadly shape that we can possess. A goddess of the earth, some may say. The very few humans who have spotted us in this form report to their peers that they've seen the true 'Mother Earth'. What the fuck ever. Dreamers, that's what they are.
Back to what I was saying about Forks. Yes, it's a small town. Easily fooled by beauty in order not to see it's true potential and abilities which lie underneath. Magic, I can feel, is running solidly beneath my roots as I walk undetected through the darkened streets. Every house is in order, all it's residents safely tucked into bed. No, I can't see through the walls and look inside to see it. Nor can I read the minds of those in the houses. I can only sense it, my eyes seeing small sparks of life inside the homes. They lay still, though some of course are moving in ways I can only imagine in my mind. Most likely horny teenagers sneaking out to get a good fuck before their parents wake to see them gone. If I were them, I wouldn't even bother. Why go about the night when danger is at it's peak to have a little fun? Yes, it's a stupid question to ask because it's self explanatory, but that's beside the point. This is when creatures like myself walk about the world and cause delicious havoc and mayhem, only to watch close by in the early morning hours as humans discover it and wonder what on earth happened. This causes a small, dark chuckle to rise out of my throat. What fun I'm going to have here.
So many horrible places to hide, to cause chaos on the ones who live in the houses near them. However, near the outskirts of town, I spot a rather large, ostentatious house. If you can even call it a house. It's more of a marble mansion, making me not even wanting to touch it, for fearing that a speck of dirt from my finger would damage it's beauty. It's pure white walls glisten in the moonlight brightly. But from what I can hear from more than one of the houses inside, the outside of the house is mostly the purest thing you can find in there. No need to be dwelling on that at the moment, however. I'm here for business, not to fuck, or even listen to it as some love to do. Disgusting.
I move swiftly and silently around to the back of the house, heading straight into the woods. I stop suddenly, feeling a pair of unknown eyes upon me. Being in my 'Mother Earth' form at the moment, this may cause a problem later on. I glance quickly out of the corner of my eye to see a figure watching from the house through the top floor window, even though the entire back side of the house is made entirely of glass. Tall, from what I can see, but no face since the light in the room they're in is shining behind them. Faster than they can see, I place my hand onto the tree in front of me and move into it. Being an oak tree that I'm in, this is a bit roomy for me, uncomfortably so. But it'll have to do until the person turns away. I watch the house through the tree's eyes, seeing them still stare out into the forest. Then, just as I had moved, they were gone, vanishing from my sight. Interesting… I sink through the oak's roots into the moist soil that was beneath my bare feet only moments ago. I travel like a dark colored snake through the ground for awhile, searching for the perfect tree. Sometimes this can be difficult, but only if it's a large span of forest that I'm searching in.
Finally I came upon it. A beautiful weeping willow, lying right at the edge of the most gorgeous meadow I have ever laid my eyes on. In my 109 years, I've never seen anything as peaceful or harmonious to nature as this meadow. Even in the moonlight, with it's rays of light shining upon the flowers below, I couldn't help but stare. This will have to be my secret place, my place to reside and reminisce in the wonders that have been created seemingly just for me. I reach down to my side, pulling up into my view two figurines. I step into the moonlight and sit, setting one of the two on either side of me. I touch the top of their heads lightly, causing dark spirals to sprinkle down their sides as they grow. Alice is the first to wake up, a small, dark haired fairy. Even in human form she resembles more of a pixie than an actual human. Her bright green eyes open widely as she takes in our surroundings, making a rather large and radiant smile spread across her face. On my left, Rosalie as finished stretching and now is laying down, basking in the moon's glorious glow. Her long, golden hair has gathered leaves and grass, not that she really cares. She's actually taller than me, even if I am her master. She glances once around her, and then closes her eyes, even though she's not really sleeping. None of us can sleep, only briefly resting when I take my shape or slip into a near by tree. Alice and Rose are my guardians, assigned to be with me at all costs, coming when I call them to wake. Together in human public, we probably just look like supermodels, hardly blending in. But neither do most of those in Taurus.
"It's so beautiful…," Alice whispers, afraid to break the magic of the place by speaking too loud.
"You think everything is beautiful, Al." Rosalie can be such a pest at times.
"Yes, but this is…absolutely amazing. How ever did you come to find this place?" She asks of me, gliding up gracefully.
"I just came to stumble upon it." I get up along with her, standing at least a foot above her. "Well, it's our current residence until it's time to leave."
"Or when you want to leave." Rose glares at me with accusing eyes. "We don't ever have to go back, you know. We could just room where we please and stay at calm in the place of nature."
I decide to go along with it for a moment, but then go against. Can't let anyone when in an argument with me. I'm that bloody stubborn. "Yes, we could but where's the fun in that? Why not move on every once in a while and wreck havoc upon this unsuspecting world?"
"Because it's bloody tiring!" She's standing now, fists clenched. She knows I could kill her in a second. But that would be an utter waste of time and energy. Just because she's my body guard doesn't mean I'm weak. It's just to create the illusion. Yes, both her and Alice are very strong and independent women, some of the best in my book. But to stay in one place with them and not move on for a long period of time would be a recipe for disaster, and as much as I'd love that, it just would cause trouble for me in the long run.
"Everything's tiring with you."
"Will you stop being so stubborn and selfish and just think about what we want for a change? Can we at least stay in one spot for a long while and not leave unannounced like we do everytime?"
I stalk up to her, glaring her down. I can see the fear in her eyes, even though she stands her ground in front of me. Good girl. "How about this: if I find one reason to stay in a place for a long amount of time, then I will consider your offer. If not, we move on as planned and no arguments on the matter until you are able to bring it up with the rest of the court. Agreed?"
Alice's eyes flickered nervously between the two of us, impatient for an answer. Slowly, yet unsatisfied, Rosalie nodded, sighing in defeat. I love them both dearly, but seriously, they can be a real fucking pain in the ass.
"Good. Now let's scope out the land before sun rise." At this, I take off running, the two of them on my close heels.
Running always clears my mind. The feeling of being free and unleashed sends pleasure down my spine like no orgasm ever has. I rush through my beloved trees, their hands scratching my legs and sides, making the dark green blood that runs through my veins trickle across my skin. As I begin to gain more speed, a small pair of wings begin to unfold from my middle back, growing larger and larger until they were large and beautiful. My wings are a luminous green that when the light hits, it shimmers like diamonds in the sun. My veins run along the sides, making a dark green contrast with the rest of it. As the wind brushed against them, my wings began to flutter, moving faster and faster until I became invisible with the wind. I lost myself to nature, letting it's wondrous power take over me. Yes, it's true that when Willows let themselves be surrendered to nature that glow an eerie green glow. This has caused reports among the human race of the so called 'Mother Nature' being seen. That she truly exists. Believe what you want, but Mother Nature doesn't exist. She's just a fable that people make up and worship in order to have some other source of life. It's not thoughtful or flattering to me that people would call me that. It's utterly disgusting.
A loud growl echoes throughout the forest, pulling me to an abrupt halt. Alice, not knowing that I've stopped, crashes right into me, sending us both to the forest floor.
"You really need to watch where you're going," I say to her, spitting the leaves out of my mouth.
"Well, you're the one that stopped. How was I supposed to know?" She took my extended hand and pulled me up so I was standing once more.
You could try looking to see if I stopped or not. Another growl. My head whipped toward the sound, an automatic response. What the hell is that? "Come on," I whisper softly, but loud enough for them to hear me, and take off running. The noise grows louder as I grow closer. I mutter a few soft words and Al and Rose disappear into small shards of light. They have returned to their original size of their ancestors, but still awake so they may guard me.
I stop when the noise becomes too loud. It seems to be surrounding me in the trees. Lightly, as to not ruffle their leaves, I move aside a branch of a tree. A bear turns slowly in a circle, focusing on an object that I cannot see. A better look maybe… I climb like a chipmunk up the tree and camouflage into the tree. Down below is a man, huge and bulky like a giant. Dark, curly hair is tussled around on his head, like he's been rough housing or forgot to comb his hair in the morning. The bear continues to growl at him, adding more confusion to my mind. Why would a bear growl at a plain man? Not like he's going to attack, but like he's afraid? Afraid of what? Just then, a blur of white and gold rushes at the bear, tackling him to the ground. I chuckle darkly, though my mind is screaming at me to stop this. Not a frickin chance. This is too entertaining. No! Stop this now! Hell no! God damn, I'm confused.
The blur was another man, or creature (how hypocritical). Him and the other male fight over the bear, which lay dying with blood running in slashes down it's back. Roars like I've never heard before echoed from their throats as they bit and slashed at each other. Alice giggled giddily at the show while Rose stared with a mischievous grin upon her face. "Go on and have fun with them," I tell them softly, so as not to alert the males of our presence. "But don't cause too much trouble." They didn't need anymore of a invitation. Both little shards of light had disappeared from my shoulder by the time the last tone of my voice had faded.
Below me, a twig snapped. I looked down sharply to see a head of black curly hair with blonde streaks below me. His skin was paler than a ghost, about as pale as mine. From what I could see, he was lanky, but not as bulky as the other males. Especially that big one. He seemed tall, almost tall enough so small wisps of hair standing on top of his head brushed the edge of the lower tree branch. He seemed to be looking for something; his eye brows furrowed slightly on his forehead.
Closer… my thoughts dared me. Without a single sound, I blended into the tree, moving downward toward the trunk, downward toward the stranger. Finally having planted my feet on the ground, the roots digging wonderfully into the tips of my toes, I get a better looked at the man. Slightly taller than me, his eyes a dark black color with a trace of gold on the outside. He wore a black leather jacket with only a muscle shirt underneath. And, of course, the shirt was a see through white, so I could see the lines of his very impressive chest beneath. His legs were covered with tight black jeans, sending chills down my spine. His mouth was full, perfect juicy lips that made me want to lean in and kiss him to death. He is clearly the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my existence. As if he was made for me… No, I can't go there. But he's so perfect, so beautiful. I know he is. So why not have him? Because he's not mine to have. A man this gorgeous must have a mate, or at least a girlfriend. That made my brain shut up.
For a moment, he placed his hand on the tree, specifically on my stomach, just below my breasts. I sucked in a breath of much needed air, his touch sending shock waves through me. He stilled, sensing someone in the wood. I threw a hand over my mouth, hopefully lessening the sound of my hyperventilating. He turned rapidly, turning his head so I could still see his face, his back laying against the bark, crushing my chest. I tried to stifle the soft moan that escaped my lips. I couldn't, however, stop the flow of warm pool of liquid that began to gather between my legs. His eye lids fluttered, breathing deeply. He can smell my arousal. This made me pool even more. He turned to face me once again, looking for the source of my scent God, please stop this torture. His hands moved lower down the trunk, his finger tips running along the bark, until they brushed my upper thigh. I snapped out of it, a low growl building in the back of my throat. He paused and slowly tilted his head up. He stared at me, like he could look through the bark and actually see me.
"Edward?" someone called. His head whipped around toward the call, lifting to his feet at an inhuman speed. He glanced back at me once then took off running. I sighed deeply, letting out the air that I didn't even know I held. Edward. Very old fashioned, novel almost.
"Bella, what is it?" Alice asked me by my ear, her high pitched, bell like voice taking me out of my reverie.
"Nothing," I answered, still staring after him. "Let's go." With that final glance, though he still lived in my mind for hours afterward, I left to my meadow to lie in the beauty of my trees.